A/N: What first started in the form of an epic Reddit response, I am now turning into a full fledged fanfiction. Well, not really a fanfic as so much as a retelling/reimagining of the epic battle that occurs between Red and Gold on top of Mount Silver. Interneters, I present to you:
The Battle of Red and Gold
Disclaimer: I nearly forgot, and this is the first time I'm saying this! I, sadly, don't own Pokemon.
Chapter 1
The moment I saw that I had to step into into the unwelcome, unforgiving cold, I thought about giving up. I was sure I had reached the top of this terrifying mountain, and I couldn't imagine how it could be any higher. I wanted to go home, yet I wanted to continue. I felt so tired, so beaten, but I was excited to come so far. I could tell Typhlosion was too. Hell, even the Pokeballs on my belt were shaking with excitement.
'Maybe,' I thought, 'Maybe there's another cave, and maybe, just maybe, he's going to be there.' I prepared myself to reenter the hell frozen over that was called Mount Silver.
I took another brave step, stepping back to the cold. Taking a step back into the demonic blanket of white.
Struggling along what seemed to be a path that was right at the peak of the mountain, I wondered how anyone was capable of staying on Mount Silver for so long. It just didn't seem possible. There were no Pokemon Centers, no way for general living supplies to endure this place.
I suddenly came upon a slope. Mentally groaning, I went to take the first step up, and then felt-
'Stairs!?' I thought in shock. 'How are there stairs here? I'm on Mt. Silver! Who would have the time and endurance to make this?'
Despite the shock, the climb up the slope was easy(Thanks to the stairs). I trudged up a few more steps before the blizzard gave way to show-
'A cliff. I hit a dead end.' I suddenly started feeling scared, depressed. Evil, frightening thoughts ran through the head of a human who was seemed to have pushed too far. What if who I was looking for didn't make it up here? What if who I was looking was able to make it here, but wasn't able to come back down? How was I able to make it down!?
'Oh well. I have to try anyway.' I turned back, to suddenly stare into the deep red eyes of a nearly ghostly face. The deep, red eyes I could see from nearly twenty yards away.
His features were slightly shadowed behind the shadow of his bright red cap, a cap belonging to one person, and one person alone. His bright red vest going along perfectly with his black shirt, his black shirt fitting his slim body, he was in the outfit of only one iconic human being. His face showed so much about himself, showing his history. His face showed how aloof he was, how long he had been waiting, how lonely he was getting up here. The intensity of his eyes showed excitement, but they also could have been wishes to absolutely destroy me in battle. This could only be one person.
That person could only be Red. I had found him. I had finally found him. I saw the intensity in his eyes, and I knew at that moment, this was it. This was the moment. This was what I wanted. And looking into his eyes. I knew he did too.
Pokemon Trainer Red wanted to battle me.