The Fantasy Games : Revenge of the Victors
Hi people! This is a sequel (and the last part) of the series The Fantasy Games.
What you are reading now is Part 3.
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Chapter 1 (Don't Start from Here)

(Slowking's POV)

You there! Yes, you. The one who is looking into my life right now. Don't pretend, I know it's you. I'm really sorry, but I have really no time to entertain you right now. Not that I don't like you. You just came to the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm in a big rush. I need to save my son Slowpoke from his impending doom. What happened? He is trapped in this castle known as the Fantasy, where the Pokemon there are supposed to play this game called "Murderer"(also known as The Fantasy Games). The appointed murderer would have to kill the other Pokemon without exposing his identity. How do I know this, you ask. Well, I've played the game before. I still remember the horrible memory of Mewtwo's Houndooms knocking me out with their evil Sucker Punches before bringing me to the nightmarish castle.

I see quizzical looks from you. You must be wondering : If I had survived the Fantasy Games and lived to tell the tale, why didn't I stop Slowpoke from participating in this sadistic event? Sigh... That's why I don't want you to interfere in my rescue efforts. Human beings love to ask questions. That insatiable curiosity is definitely, so definitely going to help in saving Slowpoke.

The reason why I still allowed Slowpoke to join the Fantasy Games was because after every round of the Fantasy Games, the survivors' memories would be erased by this thingie that Mewtwo calls the Memory Chamber. All memories of the participants would be collected and stored in the chamber. But somehow, my memories had just returned to me. Maybe the Memory Chamber malfunctioned.

You! Why are you still here? Oh well, accompany me at your own risk, I would be the last to save you if Mewtwo decides to kill you. Or worse, if Mewtwo forces you to play the Fantasy Games. That would be interesting. But please, I beg you. Don't be a hindrance. I need all the help I can get to rescue Slowpoke, or if it is possible, to destroy Mewtwo.

I rushed out of my home, but was stopped in my tracks. Where was the Fantasy? If I didn't know where it was, how could I even reach there?

I racked my brains, trying to recollect the route I took to go there. I could recall nothing. Then I realised that it wasn't my fault. The van that took me there had absolutely no windows. How would I know where to go? I attempted to visualise the surroundings near the Fantasy. However, I could only remember a dense forest. It surely wasn't Viridian Forest. That forest looked more like a park.

I was at a loss. Maybe the Memory Chamber should have stayed intact. In this way, I wouldn't have to remember all those deaths, I wouldn't have to regain those traumatic memories. I wouldn't...

But if I didn't know about Slowpoke's plight, there was zero chance that he could be saved. He would be doomed. I believe the malfunctioned Memory Chamber was a sign from Arceus that I needed to do something. If I tried hard enough, Slowpoke would have a fighting chance of survival.

I hurried to my neighbour Bibarel. "Bibarel, do you know where the Fantasy is? It's a castle with Murkrow black walls." I asked, with my words rattling off like a machine gun.

"How would I know? I thought Psychic type Pokemon like you should know better. After all, you guys are the ones dealing with those mythical stuff." Bibarel replied with surprise.

What the hell was I doing? Why was I asking a dumb Bibarel where the Fantasy was? No offense to him, but he is really quite stupid. The last time I remembered, he put toothpaste on his "Magikarp and Chips",, thinking that it was mayonnaise. Nevertheless, he's quite a friendly chap.

"Flap Flap". The familiar sound of Pelipper the postman flapping his wings hovered above me. Ah! That's it! The postman should know the answer!

"Hey Pelipper! Do you know of this place known as the Fantasy? It's a black castle." I shouted.

"What? The Fantasy? I don't think we Pelippers have delivered mail there before. I don't know of such a place. I'm sorry." the cheerful Pelipper replied. "To be honest, I'm surprised that such a place exists!" he continued.

"That's because I..." before I could finish my sentence, Pelipper shook his head, and flew off saying: "Sorry dude, I'm really busy today. I have a whole stack of mail to deliver. Bye!"

Why doesn't anyone know where the Fantasy is? Is that place so remote? Argh, I shouldn't complain too much. After all, if the Memory Chamber had not malfunctioned, I wouldn't even be aware of Slowpoke's deadly situation.

Wait a minute, I can't be the only survivor of the Fantasy Games right? The chance of me being a participant in the very first Fantasy Games isn't very high. There definitely has to be more survivors of the Fantasy Games isn't it? So maybe if I ask more Pokemon, maybe someone would remember it.

I walked around Lilycove City (my hometown) and continued asking Pokemon whether they have heard of the Fantasy, or remember this event called the Fantasy Games.

"Nope," replied a Vulpix.

"Huh?" said a Slaking.

"Never heard of it." answered a Hydreigon.

"Wha what? What games?" babbled an Ursaring.

With every response, my morale dwindled. Hope was slowly evaporating from me. I was about to give up when I caught sight of a gloomy Vileplume.

"Hey Vileplume, have you heard of this place known as the Fantasy?" I asked, with my morale clutching at straws in the deep blue sea.

Vileplume was stunned. "Why do you mention such an evil place?" she gasped, half in fear, half with shock.

"So you do know such a place!" I pumped my fists in the air. "Come with me, we need to save..." I cheered before getting hit by a Stun Spore.

"I'm not going anywhere near that wretched place! I thought Mewtwo said that winners wouldn't have to come back. Why are you still hounding me? Leave now, before I kill you with my Giga Drain!" Vileplume thundered, not realising that there was no way I could leave due to my paralysis.

"Calm down! I'm not one of Mewtwo's minions! Why would he send a Water type like me to bring you there!" I wheezed, still afflicted by the annoying spores. "I need your help in saving my son Slowpoke! He's trapped in the Fantasy and playing the diabolical game."

Vileplume looked convinced. "But we wouldn't be able to save Slowpoke alone. Mewtwo is simply too . " she said dejectedly.

"You are have a point. Well, I guess we need to ask more Pokemon to join us." I muttered.

"How many can we recruit? And even if we recruit a hundred, by the time we get there, it would be too late. Maybe Slowpoke would have already died." Vileplume countered. "Maybe we just get one more Pokemon to join us. After all, I'm sure the road to the Fantasy would be tough. We can't afford anyone being a burden to our cause." she continued.

"Which reminds me, do you know the way to the Fantasy?" I enquired. Vileplume shook her head rapidly. "The van that brought me there had no windows. I couldn't see a thing." she protested. "Maybe we could ask the police." Vileplume suggested. I nodded my head in agreement as we made our way to the Lucario Arcanine Police Station.

"Do you know this place called the Fantasy?" I asked a Lucario sitting at the counter. He was obviously the chief, as he was in his Mega form.

The Aura Pokemon flinched momentarily. His aura sensing appendages on his head rose slightly. His paws clenched, before he forced them open again. "I... don't know." he replied, trying to mask his emotions. But I noticed the strange expression. The expression of someone who isn't telling the truth. Sensing my upper hand, I pressed home my advantage.

"Don't lie." I snapped. I was mildly shocked at my own defiant tone. Under normal circumstances, no one would have dared to be rude to the head of the police force. Lucario's normally calm face was trying to control itself, with the temporary flash of fury appearing on his face. I could tell he was resisting the urge to pin me against the wall. He could easily defeat me and Vileplume. He gave me a death stare. I was unnerved, and gazed away momentarily, only to hear Lucario sigh.

"Yeah, I'm lying. I'm sorry. I just don't dare to attack Mewtwo." Lucario said softly.

"You must understand, in the fight with Mewtwo three years ago, I lost a third of my police force. Mewtwo was still unscathed. Recently, while another Lucario was sent to spy on Mewtwo, he never returned. Just a while ago, during this month, an Arcanine was killed, and his Growlithe was abducted. You see, I'm really powerless in the war against Mewtwo. His powers are too . His Psychic powers even has a fifty-fifty chance to penetrate weaker Dark Pokemon! So after much consideration and discussions I've had with the police force, we decided to give up in our pursuit of Mewtwo. I'm really sorry to have let you guys down." Lucario continued apologetically, with a tear dripping down his face.

"Oh don't cry! It's alright, we understand." Vileplume squealed. "But do you know where the Fantasy is?"

"I only remember a fraction of it. Coincidentally, all the Lucarios and Arcanines who know the way there are either dead or in hospital.I think if I were to try to help you, you Pokemon would be unable to find your way there." Lucario replied sadly, his ears drooping.

"But there is another way to reach there. You could ask Xatu to tell you where the Fantasy is. She knows everything. She resides in the Hill of the Ancients. I hope that is enough information for you. I wish you all the best" Lucario said, before waving his hand.

"Yeah, it is. Thank you so much. Goodbye." I replied briskly before leaving. Vileplume quickly followed.

"Okay... Hill of the Ancients. Let's go." I said.

"We have a problem. None of us can fly. The only way to reach there quickly is to fly there." Vileplume asked worriedly.

"Argh. Maybe we can ask some flying types around here." I suggested. "Okay."

The first one we asked was a merry Altaria. But because I wanted to go to the Fantasy directly, I first asked. " Do you know where the Fantasy is? It's a black castle, with a dense forest around it."

"Oh yes! I do know of such a place. It's puzzling that you don't know." Altaria replied. He was obviously on cloud nine. (pun intended)

Vileplume looked at me with her eyebrows raised. It's puzzling that one should be so happy to know about such a dreadful place.

"I can bring you there if you like." Altaria continued, his fluffy wings waving with energy.

"Okay." I replied simply.

"There's only one way to go there."

"Step One: Close your eyes."

I shut my eyes with anticipation.

"Step Two: Visualise the Fantasy. Visualise the black walls, the dense forest looming around it, the fear that the castle emits..."

I did as I was told. Wow, no wonder why nobody knows how to get there. What a unique idea.

"And voila! There you are. In your fantasy! I'm still wondering why you want to go to such a desolate place."

"How did you know it's desolate?" Vileplume asked curiously, still closing her eyes. Does this mean that Altaria knows what has happened there?

"Well, of all things that you can dream about, you want a black castle with a dense forest. Hahaha! This is amusing. I hope you enjoy your imagination. No need to thank me." Altaria smiled gaily.

Realising that Altaria had completely no idea what we meant, I unleashed a Psyshock on Altaria. Altaria tried to evade the purple beam, but was paralysed by Vileplume's Stun Spore.

"What a waste of time!" we yelled in unison.

"What? After all I have done to help you, you attack me? You ungrateful ingrates!" Altaria sputtered as we stormed off..

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After ten minutes, we spotted a Charizard flying past us. It looked angry. Was he also forced to join the Fantasy Games then?

"Hey Charizard! Do you know this place called the Fantasy?" Vileplume cried out.

"I can't wait to roast Mewtwo with my flames! That bastard forced me to..." Charizard roared. The orange Flame Pokemon flailed his claws, swiping at an imaginary target.

" We understand. We can help you!" Vileplume replied.

After explaining to Charizard that we had similar intentions, he readily joined us. All of us were ready to save Slowpoke, and remove Mewtwo from this world.

"I don't know where the Fantasy is, but I'm sure I could take you Pokemon to the Hill of the Ancients. Climb on!" Charizard said as he carried us on his back, charging towards Xatu's home like a bull chasing a red flag. "Hang on tight!" he warned, soaring through the air.

Author's note: I'm sorry about the last part, it seems abrupt. I would definitely fix them later.

Please leave reviews and comments on my work. I want to improve on my story. Even fixing grammar errors is important :)
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By the way, there is a change to the title (because putting The Fantasy Games makes search results display Final Fantasy stories instead)