~The Right Incentive~

By ScotSniper

Yep, that's right yet another fic… I'll finish the other ones I swear! Expect cameos from the Manga cast at random times and other hilarity!

Anyways I thought up an idea that people would submit a character and problem that the character wanted resolved.

Rules!

By review you submit a character and a problem, like so:

Character's Name: Andrew "Andy" Weir

Character's Personality: The quiet and timid sort, but very protective of people he cares about. (Be more detailed than this please! I'm just lazy!) – Also the character can't be a Champion/Elite/Gymleader of any region, if they were why would they need help?

Brief information on clothing + Equipment: Striped Yellow shirt and shorts. Carries a pendant with his name engraved on it. (I won't describe clothing much if its unnecessary)

Pokemon Partner: Numel (Just one Pokemon to showcase in case they are forced into a battle – NO LEGENDARIES! NO SHINIES! NO EEVEELUTIONS! NO "STARTERS"! Using these shows a lack of creativity when creating a character.

Problem: Sister is missing, thought to have been kidnapped. (Again… details help…) AND BE ORIGINAL! (Be funny too…)

Important! : If I like the form you have submitted I'll PM you and we can discuss a plotline. Not all ideas may be accepted, so try and be creative the next time. (Don't spam me with endless requests with the same characters). Also, I may do "plot" oriented chapters that focus on the characters.

And this is the result of a "proper" submission...

'Kids these days…' Pt 1/2

It was a rainy day in Viridian City. The sky was grey and miserable like a weeping soul. The ground had now gone soft as water seeped into the earth, the once neat walkways of the city where now flowing with streams of fresh mud. The streets where empty as most had retreated inside to wait out the coming storm. Well, almost empty.

A lone boy ran down the mud-covered path, his head hung low to hide the tears on his young face. A pointless task since there was none around to see them. A small metal locket dangled weakly from his neck, although the metal had long since lost its shine a word that was engraved on the surface of the locket was still visible.

'Andy'

Andy clenched a letter in his hand tightly and shook his head in denial.

'She can't have meant it…' He told himself. 'She loves me… doesn't she?'

His clothing had become soaked in the downpour and Andy quickly began to feel the heat leaving his body.

'Have to find her…' He thought weakly trying to ignore the shivers that racked his body.

His foot hit a large piece of drifting mud and he slipped. He lay facedown on the ground for several minutes trying to clear his scattered mind. Rain continued to pound his back mercilessly as if trying to rub salt into the wounds.

Suddenly the beating rain stopped, yet the sound of rainfall continued.

Andy slowly opened his eyes and looked up. A figure stood above him with an umbrella. She looked quite old, in her late sixties Andy guessed. She spoke to him, her voice soft and sympathetic. Unfortunately her words were far from sympathetic.

"Hey kid, you are aware that if you just lie there you'll end up dying?"

Andy gazed at her in shock. How could a person say such things in such a caring tone?

Realising that Andy wasn't going to answer her the old woman spoke again. "Do you need somewhere to go? I run a café nearby, you look like you need a place to warm up."

Andy felt himself nodding weakly as he slowly drew himself up and started to follow her.

"Kids these days…" She groaned shaking her head. "You are all so strange… perhaps it's just my luck I end up meeting the strange ones."

Andy frowned as she said this. Did she meet people like him often?

After a brief journey Andy found himself standing in front of an old looking building, it seemed like the structure was divided into two halves. The bottom half had a sign on it that simple read "Café". The Upper half had a sign on it too: "Will do anything for money… within reason."

The young boy frowned, who in their right mind would run such a shop?

The old lady shook his shoulder to get his attention. "Come inside, you need something warm to drink."

After a moments hesitation Andy entered after the old lady. To his surprise the café wasn't empty, there was several customers chatting away happily with large smiles on their faces. The interior of the café itself looked very sleek and modern in contrast to the outside.

Suddenly a loud voice caught his attention. "There ya are you old crone!"

Andy's eyes settled on a figure that sat the corner of the room, leaning against the far wall. He had dark brown messy hair and was garbed in a dark grey jacket and blue-grey jeans. In one of his hands was a knife, which he was using to carve a long piece of wood that rested on his thigh. On inspection of his features (Andy had to squint) he looked like he was in his late teens and had a crude smirk on his face. A small blue and Black fox was curled up on his shoulder sleeping peacefully despite the teenager's loud outburst. It suddenly cracked open one of its blood red eyes to stare back at him, as if it could sense his gaze.

'Hey, there are uglier people to oggle ya know.' A strange voice echoed in his head, it sounded childlike, with a mischievous feeling to it.

"Who are you calling "Old crone"!" The Old woman snapped bringing Andy back to reality. "I should just evict you and be done with the stupid antics you get up to!"

"Whatever, Joe." The Teenager shrugged. "I thought since you had taken so long you had finally decided to find a hole to crawl into and die."

Andy gawked at the cruel comment.

The old woman, Joe snorted. "You with you ungrateful whelp! Since we're talking why don't you pay me the rent you owe me?"

"Rent?" The Teenager frowned, glancing at her in confusion. "What do you mean rent? I paid you last month."

Joe grumbled. "That's the thing about rent, you pay it monthly you idiot!"

Andy noticed that the other customers were ignoring the conversation… as if they were used to it…

"That's news to me." The Teenager shrugged. "When did this payment change happen?"

"Don't act dumb! You are anything but dumb!" Joe snarled. "I took you in when you had nowhere to go! And how do you repay my kindness? ! With rude insults and abuse!"

"It doesn't count as kindness if you charge me." The Teenager pointed out, before glancing at Andy. "Hey kid?"

Andy realized that he was referring to him. "Y-yeah?"

"Watch out for this old lady, she'll find a way to enslave you."

"That's enough out of you Willow!" Joe snapped. "Go back to your little shop upstairs and quit disrupting my business!"

Willow simply shrugged and continued to carve away at the piece of wood.

Joe let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to Andy. "Sorry about that, he's been nothing but a pain in the neck since I met him." She led Andy towards the counter and quickly made him a hot chocolate.

"So why do you put up with him?" Andy accepted the drink gratefully and started drinking, letting out a content sigh as the drink warmed his body.

"It's complicated." Joe just laughed. "Anyway, let me introduce myself, my name is Josephine Ayaka."

"Andrew Weir." Andy smiled for the first time in what seemed like ages. "My sister calls me Andy…"

"So why where you lying out in the mud Andy?" Joe questioned him, while producing a hot piece of meat pie.

"Looking for my sister…" Andy grimaced. "When my mother died she took care of me and stopped them from taking me into a foster home… She's always been there for me… but…" Andy trailed off.

"But?" Joe raised an eyebrow.

Andy produced the letter he was carrying. "I found this when I got home from trainer school…"

Joe took the letter and examined it; her face fell as she read it.

Dear Andy

I can't take care of you anymore…

It's time for you to grow up now.

Leave, and don't come back.

Karie

"She wouldn't just leave me like that!" Andy burst tears once again forming in his eyes. "I bet those thugs are behind this!"

"Thugs?" Joe questioned him, sending a glance in Willow's direction. "What thugs?"

"These men arrived in Viridian a couple of months ago… they said their name was the 'Tauros Gang' or something… their leader said he was interested in my sister. I still don't know why they want her so badly she hasn't done anything wrong!" Andy snarled. "All they are is a bunch of bullies! And their leader had Tauros horns attached to his skull! His SKULL! ! Why would somebody do that? ! It doesn't make him a better villain character!"

"I'd imagine there are worse places you could attach Tauros horns..." Willow mused from his corner.

"Aww… poor you." Another customer, a girl around the same age as Willow comforted him, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. The first thing Andy noticed about her was her smile; her beautiful smile, that immediately made him feel better. He lost himself in her sapphire blue eyes that seemed so calm and yet powerful at the same time.

Andy quickly realized he was staring and turned away from her blushing. The girl didn't seem bothered by this and ran one of her hands through her long light brown hair. Her skin seemed quite pale, Andy noticed, was she sick?

"Wow kid you seem to have an ability to attract lots of strange people to you, but that's probably just the plot of this chapter." Willow remarked sitting on the bar stool beside him and continued to cut away pieces of wood with his knife.

Andy paused, slightly unnerved by Willow's knife. "W-what do you mean?"

"Mallori here," Willow gestured towards the girl. "Is a sadist. Because girls who are sadistic are generally more likeable characters according to some Poll the author read."

"That's a lie!" Mallori snarled. "I am not a sadist!"

"Do you, or do you not, enjoy causing others pain?" Willow interrogated her.

"You're taking it out of context!"

"Answer the question."

"Yes." Mallori said in a low voice as she removed her skateboard from her back and raised it like a club above Willow's head her face became contorted as a wicked smile took over her once graceful features.

Andy gulped; this wasn't going to end well.

"She also loves Strawberry Milk." Willow added suddenly and turned to Josephine. "Hey Joe, get Mallori here a strawberry Milk on my tab."

Mallori's wicked expression vanished as soon as the words "strawberry" and "milk" registered in her mind. A slight smile formed on her face and she lowered her skateboard and took the seat next to him. "Heh, you know me too well 'Low…" She chuckled.

"Are you gonna buy me a drink too Willow?" A boy with blonde hair, mostly covered by a black beanie yawned. He had a dark colored jacket on, similar to Willow's and wore a set of light blue jeans. "I'll have a shot of vodka!"

Willow just shot the newcomer a blank look. "You're only sixteen Jean, don't announce you're drinking underaged in public."

Jean smiled cheekily. "Nobody in this dump cares who drinks what! I mean, you buy alcohol here all the time and you are underage too!"

"Do as I say, not as I do." Willow replied in a monotone. "Besides I only drink because the author thinks it will make me look cool…"

(Scot: it does.)

"Please? Maybe once Scot sees I can handle alcohol he'll let me smoke too!"

"No."

"Pretty Please?"

"No."

"Even with a cherry on top?"

"I would have to be a very big cherry."

Realizing Willow wasn't going to relent Jean pouted and took the seat next to Mallori with a scowl. "You suck, if my creator was writing this fic I'd be wasted by now."

Andy glanced at the three who had lined up at the bar with him. Despite their hostility towards each other, they seemed quite close. Andy smiled to himself. They were like a family. (We're assuming he doesn't realize they've been breaking the fourth wall…)

A moment of peace settled inside the café. Andy closed his eyes and leaned back on the barstool. It suddenly donned on him that this was no ordinary café, no; it wasn't even an ordinary building… it felt comforting, warm, like being held by a close relative on a cold winter's day.

But this peace was not meant to last.

The doors of the bar burst open and four intimidating bulky men in leather coated strode in. Everyone in the café fell silent and observed the newcomers. Stitched into the backs of their sleeveless leather jackets was a picture of a Tauros. One of the men, a very fat and bald one, was on his PokeGear.

"Boss, we found him… … understood, I'll bring him right away." The baldy Tauros gang member hung up and slipped his phone into his jacket. "Hello there Andy. Remember me?"

Andy felt a chill run down his spine as he gazed into the ruthless eyes of the man. He had started to reach out to grab him until Joe quickly rushed in front of him. "What do you want with this child? And how dare you storm into my café in that manner!"

The leading Tauros gang member snarled. "Stand aside you hag! This has nothing to do with you!"

Joe didn't move.

The Gang member grunted and raised a fist to strike her. Andy eyes widened in horror.

SMACK

When Andy opened his eyes the gang member was lying face down on the bar's floor, unconscious. Willow stood over the unconscious gang member, the wooden sword he was carving in his hand.

Willow yawned. "What's wrong with you people? You can't hit a lady, even if she looks like a troll."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A TROLL!" Joe screamed. "Even when you're helping people you abuse them!"

The other Tauros members backed up slightly, one of them raised his fists in fury. "How dare you! I'll crush you for that!"

"What a cliché thing for a villain to say…" Willow pondered. "Don't you have anything better, or was the author deliberately making you generic grunts?"

The second Gang member let out a roar and charged at Willow, but a foot caught his leg, tripping him and causing him to smash his head off a table. Jean had tripped him. "Oops… I totally didn't mean to do that." He remarked with a grin.

Andy suddenly felt scared, they were fighting to protect him… and they didn't even realize who they were dealing with.

The remaining two grunts closed in on Jean and Willow, neither seemed phased by their intimidating opponents.

"He was like that when I got here…" Jean told them with a carefree wave.

"Totally believable, Jean, totally believable…" Willow said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Noisy jerks…" Mallori sighed as she stood up, dusting her thick white jumper and fixing the creases in her black skirt as she did so. "I can't even have a drink in peace anymore…"

Andy turned to look in her direction; surely she wouldn't join in too?

In a blur of movement Mallori had picked up her skateboard and shot over to the two remaining Tauros Members. Another flash of movement and both where sent screaming out the window and door respectively. Needless to say it looked like it hurt.

The first gang member groaned and got back up; seeing that his comrade was down he flung his large body over his shoulder and ran back out the door, but not before yelling. "We'll remember this!"

Willow strode up to the door and yelled after them. "Can you get anymore cliché! ?"

Andy glanced around at his saviors. "You guys… why?"

"I don't let bullies have their way in my Cafe!" Joe announced proudly.

"I can't drink strawberry milk unless everything is perfect… like strawberry milk." Mallori added taking a sip of her strawberry milk.

"I didn't like them, they smelled funny." The Blond haired boy muttered. "W00t! Heartwarming scene has been combo broken!"

Scot: 'C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!'

Everyone turned to Willow expecting him to say something. But he just stared back at them awkwardly and shrugged.

Joe shook her head and let out another exasperated sigh. "Andy, these three here are the odd ones I was telling you about. They live upstairs and run that "We'll do anything for money shop"."

"Within reason." Mallori added, taking another sip of her milk.

She pointed at Mallori. "Miss Thorn here is the most tolerable of the three." She pointed at the Blond haired one. "He's Jean… I have nothing nice to say about him."

"Hey!" Jean snapped angrily.

"And Willow is…" She pointed at Willow who was still carving away at his wooden sword. "Is…" She trailed off for a few moments.

"Is…?" Andy continued

"Maybe they can help you with your problem?" Joe suggested never finishing her previous sentence.

Andy nodded and smiled. "Can you guys help me rescue my sister?"

Willow stood up straight. "Got any money?"

Andy gawked. "WHAT? ! YOU'RE CHARGING ME? !"

Willow scoffed. "You're asking us to infiltrate or beat up a large gang of well armed thugs… there's a good change we could end up seriously hurt and you expect us to do it for free?"

Andy's face fell and Joe started trembling with rage.

Willow let out a sigh. "Guys we're going to go beat up those Tauros Thugs, nobody invades our territory like that!"

Mallori and Jean immediately jumped up to follow him.

"Wait, wait!" Andy cried. "You just said you weren't going to save her!"

"We aren't going to save her." Willow explained. "We're just going to go in and beat up all those thugs. If someone like you, walked in after we had beaten all of them up and just so happened to save his sister, then it's hardly our problem isn't it?"

Andy smiled getting the message. "Thank you."

Willow glanced at him with a blank expression. "For what?"

As the four left the café, Joe stood in the doorway looking after them. She let out another sigh and massaged her temples.

"Kids these days…"