Hellooo readers of mine. This shall be my second story I will be uploading. The story prompt has been jumbling in my head for the past week. So, with what I would like to believe are better writing skills and a clearer story line. I present to you Distorted Vindication. You know the drill; Pokémon is sadly not owned by yours truly, but the characters and OC's are.
John woke up from his peaceful slumber to greet the glaring sun.
"Another day, another... *sigh* I don't know."
Getting up seemed to still prove to be a hassle for the Junior in high school. But get up he must, for Fate's attention is being directed upon him this morning.
John came up with the decision that he needed to get to school, no matter how much he loathed it. He sat up and stretched his arms and legs. Getting a couple of satisfying pops in response.
He set off to complete his morning rituals of taking a shower, brushing his teeth and hair, picking out his outfit for the day, and getting breakfast. Nothing out of the ordinary.
On his way out, he stopped to look in the mirror. Staring back at him was the same nerdy, lanky, seventeen-year-old boy with square glasses that he has come to associate as himself.
"Bye Mom, I'm off"
"Have a safe trip to school Johnathan. Oh, and be good!" replied his jolly mother. His father likely having already left for work.
Getting into his car and setting his backpack into the backseat; he drove to his school. Dreading the boring classes and the thought of public interaction.
• • •
Having parked in front of his school a good half an hour before it started showed many students wandering around or hanging with friends. One group that stood out to John was the very same that tended to ask him for help on their homework or assignments. They called themselves his friends. Often asking him to hang out with them during after school hours. And if he was perfectly honest with himself, he couldn't care less. They were a white noise that gave him a quick buck for solving problems that he could do in 4th grade.
"Hey Johnny boy, mind settling something between me and Tim here?" one of the guys called out to John as he was attempting to get by without being noticed.
"*sigh* Sure, what is it?" he said with complete disinterest on his face. Not that anybody noticed.
"So as I was saying, if some guy were to find himself with amnesia, he should be a complete clean slate. Shouldn't he?"
"No, no, no. He would still have his genes affecting what he is. Like what Mr. Mannura said in class, right John?" replied Tim.
This caught John off guard. The usual conversations between his friends would usually be of something unrealistic or perverted. Taking a second to think.
"I am not completely informed of amnesia, but my guess would be that the supposed subject would be a clean slate due to memories primarily shaping people. Though Tim wouldn't be wrong as gene's do have some degree of influence over who we are, but I think the most important factor would be the subconscious."
"Subconscious?" asked Tim, not completely following his explanation.
John grinned slightly. Though he couldn't care less being around these guys, he often enjoyed showing off his superior intellect.
"The part of the mind of which one is not fully aware, but which influences one's actions and feelings. This tends to include habits and fears. Of course, this is only if the subconscious is not rid of by amnesia in the first place."
Some of the group sported faces that are deep in thought while others were of some understanding.
Not only did John enjoy feeling superior, he also enjoyed watching others try and attempt to grasp concepts of this magnitude or of unfamiliarity.
"So, might I ask as to why this was brought up?" John asked.
"Joshua thinks it would be a good idea to claim he got amnesia to get out of school." said someone else in the group.
"heh, why am I not surprised".
John turned to head into the school.
"See ya later Johnny boy." said the first guy, though John was never too keen on remembering names.
"Yeah, see you guys later" John replied.
Just because he did not care about them, did not give him a reason to be rude.
Finding himself in his first class with fifteen minutes left, he pulled out his book on mystical and fantasy creatures. Which gave off information on multiple creatures and their lore. While John was very much a man of science, he still humored the idea of magic and adventure. Often finding himself playing out little scenarios in his head while the teacher babbled on about how to use a harder than necessary technique to solve or understand something.
Unfortunately for John, the main reason he despises returning every day to school has just noticed his presence. Brittney Bikes was John's very own personal bully. At some point during each day, she would seek him out to smash his emotions and feelings, like a sledge hammer smashing a glass sculpture. All because during his freshman year homecoming, he had the audacity to asked her out. Ever since, she has done whatever was in her power to show him how unlikable and ugly John was. Each time he would argue less and less to the point where he somewhat started to believe her.
"So, your still here. Showing that ugly mug of yours in front of others, how inconsiderate of you." Brittney exclaimed.
"..."
"What? Nothing to say back. You do realize how rude it is to ignore others. Right, you disgusting, vile piece of trash."
'BB. BB. BB. BB.'
During the early days of her terror, John came up with the nickname BB or Big Bitch to try to calm himself down.
"..."
But today, it was not working.
"I'm surprised you haven't offed yourself yet. Heck, if you did. I could practically hear the world becoming a better, brighter place without you in it." She said, followed by the most annoying laugh John has ever bear witness too.
He got up. Returned his chair under his desk and left the room, heading to where he could be alone with his thoughts. On the way out he could hear Brittney's remarks, but he did whatever he could to block it out.
Finding himself on the roof past a marked off area, he sat down. Tired as he was, he couldn't help but think why she got to him. Today of all days.
"Maybe she is right. Maybe I should just end it. It's not like anyone would bat an eye to someone like me just disappearing" He thought out loud.
"Welp, I should probably talk to you before you lose your head to that dark place John" I said behind him.
Turning around showed a six-foot man wearing a black and white cloak that covered his face with dark blue highlights around it. I was leaning against the entrance to the roof with a lax pose.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Asked John, clearly distraught with having myself show up out of nowhere.
Blinking once, I was gone.
"Wha? I must be becoming delusional, heh heh" John said to reassure himself that I was nothing more than an illusion.
"Well if you must know" I said with a completely serious tone, except I was right by his shoulder. "I'm God".
"..."
A small smirk started growing on John's face. Soon chuckling was faintly heard. Then turning into a full-on banter of laughter.
"ha ha, I don't know who you are. Heh heh, but thank you for that. I needed it." John said through his laughter.
Soon enough, I joined him in his laughter. Though mine sounded more of a hyena and his sounded like bafaw-ing. If anyone can understand that.
"Aye, I would have done the exact same thing before I was God if I was in your shoes." I said.
Both of our laughter slowly dying off.
John would have normally just left, but it felt nice to get his mind off his other problems.
"So Mr. God, your that omnipresent being of this world." John said, deciding to humor me.
"Yeah, it gets lonely, along with boring. So to remedy this, I have chosen you to be a … form of entertainment."
Still humoring me, "Sure, what could a lowly mortal like myself do to entertain you?"
"Oh, I don't know. Torture has never really been something I liked." I say before catching a glimpse at the book he was holding.
"I got it!" I shouted with determination. "Pack your bags because you my friend, are going on a once in a lifetime adventure! … That is if you accept. I may be an all-powerful god who created you and everything you know, (about an hour ago) but I still believe you have the choice when it comes to your fate."
Then a sudden wind picked up a whole pile of leaves and dropped them onto my head.
Fate was displeased with giving him a heads up.
Looking at the display before him. John decided to humor him one last time.
"You know what, that is probably just what I need. A good old-fashioned adventure. Heh heh." said John. Thinking this was all in his head or a dream from the pure insanity he's witnessing.
How adorable.
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After shooing off the last of the leaves, I looked at John with what many have described as a Cheshire cat smile.
"Wonderful, and I already have the basic concept done."
John began to look around sporadically as voices all around him kept saying "Are you ready?" to a steady beat. The skies began to darken, and the wind started to pick up.
"Are you ready?" was constantly being chanted as shadow creatures started surrounding him. Soon the only visible range was the roof he was on, everything beyond was pitch black. But that didn't stop the winds from nearly blinding and deafening him.
Though standing in front of him was myself. The only visible feature on my face was the now impossibly large smile.
I took a step towards him.
He scooted a bit back.
"Are you ready?"
Another step, another scoot.
This went on till he was backed to the edge leading to the void below. He was speechless. John's mind could not come up with any explanation as to what was happening.
Now crouching in front of John, I told him, "Till we meet again on the other side".
Surprisingly, the one coherent thought he had was how awkward my mouth moved to speak.
The last thing he saw was my hand puncturing his chest and my Chesire smile.
"It's time to go to sleep" I whispered. "You will need your rest for your big day tomorrow".
Then everything faded to black for John, feeling a sort of release from the encounter with God.
First chapter done and I feel like it's a decent start. The true adventure will begin next chapter. I like to set up somewhat of an introductory, like the calm before the storm. As for my self insertion, don't worry about it. You won't be hearing from me for a long time. Though if you have not guessed it yet, I see myself as the God of all these stories I create. As God, I will interact with my characters rarely in my own little ways. So no worries if you are upset with a self-insert adventure. As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated.