*Warning: If you're a Pokemon Go fan (which you most likely are), you might feel skepticism, doubtfulness, and violent rejection while reading this fic (because Reason 1: You're a Mystic. Reason 2: You're a Valor. Reason 3: You think I'm exaggerating a bit too much, although I'm probably not). However, if you managed to experience excitement, joy, and fun while reading this fic, I can somewhat guess why you did (Reason 1: You love Spark, or just Team Instinct, or you're an Instinct. Reason 2: You're an awesome Trainer that accepts all team leaders for who they are. Reason 3: You're just an awesome human being.)
Enjoy!
Three Teams, Three Leaders
Pallet Town, aka Beginner's Town, is where all the newest Pokémon Go players gather. The town square was bustling with people who generally looked the same, except for the different hair, eye colors and clothing. Many trainers were engaged in conversation, as they discussed about which team they were about to join. Currently, in the town square, all those who are level 5 and above are gathered, as they awaited for the moment they make the ultimate choice.
"Team Mystic or Team Valor?" Trainer A whispered.
"Mystic." Trainer B answered.
"No, it should be Valor." Trainer C cut in.
"No! Mystic is the best!" Trainer B insisted.
"The obvious choice is Valor, you idiot." Trainer C said indifferently.
These two teams were the hot topics of the town. Most of the trainers were either dressed in red or blue, and it was pretty obvious as to which team they were going to join.
"Candela is so amazing! Look at her with that fiery attitude!" Trainer C shouted.
"Puhleazeee, Blanche is way cooler than Candela! Her grace, her style, her beauty, they're unmatched!" Trainer B argued.
"Guys, guys, calm dow-" Trainer A said, until she was interrupted by a voice that was projected from the four corners of the town square. A muscular man stood on the podium, his silvery gray hair prominent and slicked, and he wore some very sporty-looking kind of clothing, a pair of trainers on his feet, and a white lab coat. The crowd instantly went wild, for the man before them was the person with the topmost authority in Pokemon Go: Professor Willow.
"Welcome, welcome, boys, girls, gentlemen, ladies, old men and women! If you are standing in this square right now, you are all level 5 and above. All of you have caught a bunch of Pokémon and gained a lot of experience as a Pokemon Trainer, and now you seek to become stronger. Firstly, let me just get one thing straight."
"There's no such thing as a solo player in Pokemon Go!" The Professor bellowed. "To prove your worth, to prove your strength, to show your talents as a fighter, a trainer, you will have to participate in Pokémon battles! And therefore, you will make the choice! The choice, of which team you will fight for! The team, in which you will be a part of! And from there on, you will plunge into the Gym Wars, and fight for the top! From there on, you will fight to be the very best!"
"To be the very best!" The crowd echoed.
"Hence, I will introduce to all of you the three teams, that are led by my three superb assistants! Each of them have different approaches of research, and have different styles of battling. Each of them are unique, and strong in their own ways. Whichever team you choose, whoever you follow is the team leader." Professor Willow continued as he gazed towards the newbies.
"Wait, did he say three teams?" Trainer B remarked.
"There was a third one?" Trainer C exclaimed.
"Drumroll please!" Professor Willow yelled into the mic.
Stomps and cheers resounded throughout the square, as a holographic screen emerged high in the air, the silver Pokémon Gym Sign spinning with pride. Neon lights burst out, blinking and flashing, causing the tension in the square to go sky high. A robotic voice then spoke, as the Pokémon Gym Sign faded away.
"Team color: Red. Mascot: The Flame Pokémon, Moltres. All trainers, please welcome, the team leader of Team Valor - Candela."
The cries of Moltres traveled throughout the whole square, a holographic flaming figure soaring over the crowd. The team insignia of Team Valor burned into the screen; a fiery silhouette of Moltres. Fire shot out from the edge of the stage, sparks flying as a single beautiful young lady appeared, her brown eyes intense and brimming with confidence, her brown hair short and stylish. Her skin was of a bronze color, and her body itself was pretty glamorous, while her outfit consisted of a white coat with half of the collar red, shoulders adorned with red patterns, and black tights. Lastly, she wore white shoes that completed her look.
A third of the crowd started chanting, "Valor! Valor! Valor! Valor!"
Once Candela took hold of the mic, she screamed into it, "Valors! Make! Some! Noise!"
The same third of the crowd screamed, yelled and howled in exuberance, while the Red team leader waved both hands, a huge grin on her face.
"I'm Candela!" She shouted. "Pokémon are stronger than humans, and they're warmhearted, too! I'm researching ways to enhance Pokémon's natural power in the pursuit of true strength. To all of you newbies, there's no doubt that the Pokémon our team have trained are the strongest in battle!"
The crowd cheered.
"Show your valor and show your tenacity! If you want to fight for the top, come join me! Valors! Are! You! Ready!?"
"READY!"
The whole square seemed to shake from the volume.
"I look forward to seeing you in my team!" Candela shouted, before she turned to the side and exited the stage. The Moltres symbol faded away, and the red neon lights died down.
Until bursts of blue light exploded, clouds of smoke spilling forth, while the same robotic voice spoke again.
"Team color: Blue. Mascot: The Freeze Pokémon, Articuno. All trainers, please welcome, the team leader of Team Mystic - Blanche."
The screen appeared as if a thick film of ice had formed over it, until a loud crack was formed and heard. The team insignia of Team Mystic was introduced in a shower of snow and hail, with the graceful holographic figure of Articuno gliding from the stage to the very end of the square, its cries booming from the speakers. Arcs of water formed, and above it, rainbows appeared, as a person walked forward with a calm, mysterious and cool aura, her white hair that was tied up into a pony tail flowed behind her, her icy stare seemingly freezing the whole crowd. She held the dignity of a conqueror, her mannerism hinting about her intelligence and genius analytic skills. She wore a long blue coat, white sleeves, and a blue body suit. During her entrance, the whole crowd was silent.
But not for long.
"Mystic! Mystic!" Half of the crowd yelled with pride.
Yet when Blanche held the mic, she gestured towards the crowd, and everyone fell silent. She breathed, and with a neutral expression, she said in a formal tone, "I am Blanche, leader of Team Mystic. The wisdom of Pokémon is immeasurably deep. I am researching why it is that they evolve. Each step we take has a purpose, my team is where you develop rationality and the ability to analyze with a calm mind. We have the knowledge, the wisdom, the loyalty, the ideals, and the mind, body and soul to seek for the top. Together, we will rise and we will be the conquerors of every single Gym! Trainers, will you join me?"
Cheers erupted, as the crowd screamed,
"YES!"
The whole square shook once more.
"Mystic for the win!" Blanche ended off with her iconic phrase, and there she left the stage, the snow and hail disappearing with her exit, the team's insignia melting away. The whole square was suddenly covered by an inky darkness, and the noise was greatly reduced, replaced by whispers and low voices.
"The last one."
"Them."
"The third team."
"The Yellow Team."
"Team-"
Their words were cut short by a massive bolt of lightning hitting the center of the stage, leaving everyone stunned and awed, as more sparks of electricity rang in the night sky, the sonorous thunder creating an impressive atmosphere.
"Team color: Yellow. Mascot: The Electric Pokémon, Zapdos. All trainers, please welcome, the team leader of Team Instinct - Spark."
A streak of lightning blinded the audience, as a clap of thunder pounded on their eardrums, commanding their attention. The team insignia of Team Instinct flashed, crackles and sparks of white and yellow lightning zapping the edges of the silhouette of Zapdos, whose cries boomed and reverberated around the square. Without warning, the holographic Zapdos zapped across the square, shocking the trainers as they exclaimed and squealed. Holographic lightning of different colors rained down onto the stage, moving around as if they were dancing, and finally they converged at the sides, parting a way for the leader.
A young man walked forward, albeit rather awkwardly. Meanwhile, the crowd was trying to recover from the shock caused by the spectacle. The man had a head of messy and spiky blonde hair, parted three to one, and his baby blue eyes held a certain light. He donned a orange hoodie, a black leather jacket that had yellow patterns, and a pair of tight and sleek black jeans. His hands wore yellow gloves, and around his neck was a necklace with the team insignia hanging from it.
He grinned, killing all the ladies with that infectious smile of his.
The crowd started cheering, more so than the previous two leaders. The crowd was very much convinced, that Team Instinct was not to be taken lightly.
"Where's the mic?" Spark asked.
The initial excitement ended off abruptly. The crowd stared at the leader blankly; there was only one collective thought in each and every of their minds.
"Oh wait, it's in front of me right now." Spark said, and he started laughing.
He's a complete airhead. And a cute one at that.
"Eh, eh, testing, testing. Yo, guys! I'm Spark, leader of Team Instinct! Pokémon are creatures with excellent intuition. I bet the secret to their intuition is related to how they're hatched. Come and-"
"Pika pika!"
A Pikachu suddenly popped out from behind of Spark's head, it's adorableness earning squeals from many, while the leader simply smiled. Putting down the mic, he grabbed the Pokémon with both hands, and set it on the podium. His eyes widened, like an idea had just formed in his mind.
"Trainers! Shall we do a dab?" He asked.
The trainers exchanged quizzical glances at each other. A dab? Out of the blue?
"Before you guys start deciding which team you're going to join, why not enjoy what my team does best?"
Trainer B and C looked at each other. All traces of rivalry between the two evaporated, and soon, all the trainers were agreeing whole-heartedly with Spark.
"Yeah! You guys rock!" Spark yelled. "Pikachu!"
"Pika!" The mouse cried into the mic.
"Ready?" Spark called out
"3!" The crowd roared.
"2!"
"1!"
At one, everyone did the dab.
The excitement spiked, and everyone laughed, cheered and screamed the team's name. Spark himself was laughing hard, the young man so carefree that it was as if the trainer recruitment did not matter to him. It was until Pikachu poked him in the cheek that he finally remembered his purpose. Clearing his throat, he picked up the mic.
"Team Instinct is all 'bout trusting your instincts, and being free! In my team, we do dabs, we love Pikachu, and we believe in our instincts! Come and join me, and we'll never lose!"
The crowd roared, and claps resonated throughout.
"There is no shelter from the storm!" Spark screamed the team motto.
Cheers erupted, and the crowd screamed back.
"INSTINCT!"
"Yeah!" The leader shouted in joy as he punched the air. Afterwards, he walked down the stage, the lightning transforming into multicolored fireworks that painted the night sky, while the Team Instinct symbol disappeared, concluding the introduction of the three teams and their respective leaders.
Professor Willow came up, and after the crowd went quieter, he said, "Now, trainers, the next thirty minutes is for you to choose your team. You will have to make your choice before the time is up. Is it Valor, Mystic or Instinct? Choose wisely."
Immediately after, every trainer whipped out their phones, and they discussed among themselves, pondering and pondering, about which team they will join.
Meanwhile, backstage, the three team leaders sat in the waiting room solemnly.
The silence was understandable, since it was a crucial situation.
Currently, Mystic had the most number of members, with an overwhelming 43% of all players, followed by Valor, at 32%.
And lastly, Instinct, only at 25%.
Spark sighed. He was never good at doing speeches. Goofing around was what he did best. And dabbing too.
Suddenly, he started sobbing, surprising Candela and Blanche. The last time they saw him cry was because he could not tie his shoelaces, so what now? He cannot zip his pants?
To Candela and Blanche, Spark was sorta a little brother, a very cute little brother that they cannot afford to leave alone.
"Spark?" Candela asked.
"I think I screwed up." Spark looked up with teary eyes. "I mean, no matter how it looked like, it was weird wasn't it? That dab. Did they like it?"
Ah, this was the "off mode" of Spark. Both Candela and Blanche thought. Basically, a "negative mode".
"What if no one joins my team again?" Spark muttered. "What if no one really loves Pikachu?"
"But, how can you not love Pikachu?" He suddenly said, as he magically brought the Pokémon out from beside him. "Look at him. He's so cute."
"Uh, yeah, he's cute, Spark." Candela answered. "No worries, everyone loves Pikachu."
"I don't." Blanche objected.
"Blanche!" Candela hissed.
"I knew it." Spark moaned, as he wiped away his tears away with his sleeves. "I think I might cry now."
"You're already crying." Blanche said bluntly.
"Blanche!" Candela glared at the Team Mystic leader.
"Uuuuu... I know." Spark mumbled, then he did a dab.
"What's that dab for?" Blanche asked, the Team Mystic leader evidently surprised.
"It's my way of relieving stress." Spark said. "Isn't that right, Pikachu?"
"Pika!" The mouse agreed.
"Pikachu..." Spark gazed at him with eyes of gratitude. All of a sudden, he hugged Pikachu tight.
"You're so cute, Pikachu!" He shouted, instantly reverting back to his "on mode". He then rubbed his cheeks against the mouse's red cheeks.
"Er... Spark, I don't think you should do that." Candela said with a wry smile.
"Eh? Why?" Spark asked with a confused look.
"Electricity." Blanche immediately answered, but it was too late.
The electricity leaking from Pikachu's red cheeks instantaneously zapped and knocked out the poor Team Instinct leader, who was left lying on the floor, spirals on his eyes.
"Hueeehhh..." He uttered dazedly.
Candela and Blanche face-palmed themselves.
Whatever can they do with all this idiocy and fluff?
Did ten dabs while writing this.
Oh, and I got the statistics from online sources that really went to research on how many players joined each team respectively.
Psst... I drew the story cover myself yay XD
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