(A.N:In case you get really confused from the first part of this fic, you should probably read this: wiki/Glitchy_Red)
Red, the Pokemon Master, stood atop Mt. Silver, in the midst of a howling blizzard, staring down at the mountain ranges from the cliff he stood on, waiting for an unsuspecting trainer to climb the mountain and blindly challenge him to a Pokemon Battle, to which he new he would easily win... Unless it was Gold. Red sighed in frustration thinking of the Johto champion. "Of all the trainers, and I loose to him..." Red muttered under his breath. He sighed, banishing the though from his mind, and gazed into the distance. Much to Red's surprise, a voice broke the silence. "Well, Well, Well! If it isn't my not-as-popular clone!" Red flinched, recognizing the voice, and gritted his teeth. "Clone...?" He turned around, glaring daggers at the brown-haired boy who was standing behind him. "But you're a copy of me!" Fire fixed his hat, smirking at Red. "Come on, Red. You might as well be dead! It's obvious the fans love me more than you. Not only that, but your own creators forgot about you!" Red clenched his fists at his side, and made an attempt to fight back. "That's not true! I have plenty of fans! Even more than you!" With this, Fire burst into laughter. "What? You mean those whiny, bitchy genwunners? And there's only a few of them, anyway! It's the majority that matters! Look up "Pokemon Trainer Red" on Google. I'm the very first result!" Fire's grin faded and was replaced with a serious expression. "Face it, Red. It's game over. I'm the one calling the shots now. It's clear the fans prefer me over you! ...Even if a lot of them are pedophile fangirls who ship me with that Lucas kid from Mother 3..." Red sighed and shook his head, thinking: This is the reason why I'm always standing up here... Fire reached for a pokéball on his belt, and continued his thought. "So, I'm gonna do what everyone wants and get rid of you!" He held the red and white ball in the air, a red beam of light then shot out of it, and took the form of a Charizard. The red dragon Pokemon roared at Red, causing him to step back slightly. "Looks like he isn't fooling around..." Red said quietly to himself, as he reached for a pokéball that contained his own Charizard. He tossed the ball in front of him, and another Charizard flew out of the ball, landing softly next to Red, and looked up at it's opponent. "Oh no, your big scary Charizard!" Fire taunted. "What's it gonna do, spam Flamethrower?" The two Charizards stared each other down, eagerly awaiting a command from their trainers, the only thing filling the silence was the sound of the blizzard around them. Fire thrust his hand forward, and was about to shout a command, when Red interrupted him. "Charizard! Use Fly!" Fire watched as the boy quickly flung himself onto his Charizard's back, the Pokemon responding by lunging into the sky, going higher and higher with each flap of its wings. "What?! But Charizard can't learn fly in Gen 1!" Fire said in disbelief. Red looked behind him, smiling triumphantly. "It's called cheating! Deal with it!" Red shouted down to Fire. He looked ahead, directing his Charizard where to go. Fire watched Red and Charizard's figures become smaller in the sky as they flew towards Kanto. Fire growled in frustration that Red would be so cowardly to run away, but he quickly changed his attitude, a smile twisting across his face. "If it's war you want, it's war you'll get, Red. Eliminating you was only a quarter of my dastardly plan..."
Three Months Later...
"Mom!" Gold shouted, sprinting down the staircase, holding a glass jar, his Typhlosion grumpily following him. "Mom, where's the money I've been saving in this jar?!" He peeked into the room, finding his mother absentmindedly staring at the T.V. "Sorry, dear, I spent it on groceries!" Gold shouted in frustration, throwing his arms into the air. "Mom, how many times have I told you to stop doing that?! I'm saving this money for myself!" Typhlosion sighed and begun climbing back up the stairs. Gold lazily tossed the jar in a random direction, not caring when he heard the sound of something breaking and a cat hiss, and crossed his arms. "Ugh, I need to take my anger out on someone..." Gold looked up the stairs. "Hey, Typhlosion, I'm gonna go make fun of Lyra's pigtails! Wanna come with me?" He shouted, to which his Pokemon came back down and shrugged its shoulders as a response, and fallowed Gold through the kitchen and through the door. It was a nice day in New Bark Town, the weather was perfect, there was a soft breeze, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Gold trekked through the roads, eventually making his way to Lyra's house, and he banged on the door. "Yo, Lyra! Open up!" He called, and waited for someone to answer the door. It didn't take long for Gold to start knocking on the door again. "Come on, Lyra, stop pretending you're not there! You did that last time! And before that! And before that!" Gold crossed his arms, growing impatient. "Great, she's not here-" As Gold was about to complain, he was surprised when he saw Silver answer the door. "Gold? What the hell are you doing?" He said, irritation obvious in his voice. "...I could ask you the same thing..." Gold replied, his shocked expression never changing. Silver looked back inside the house. "That's none of your business." Gold and his Typhlosion awkwardly glanced at each other before directing their attention back to Silver. "A-anyways, what are you doing here?" Silver asked, acting antsy. "Silver, don't you know?" Gold replied, "It's national make fun of Lyra day!" Silver grabbed then doorknob and attempted to shut the door. "I don't care, can you please leave?" However, Gold stopped him by putting his foot in between the door. "But this isn't your house." Silver glared at Gold, gritting his teeth, until he sighed, giving up trying to get rid of his rival. "About that... Uh, Lyra wasn't here to begin with. Yeah." Gold couldn't help but smile as he tried to hold back laughter. "So, wait, so you just decided to take her house, rendering her homeless? Man, that's pretty evil of you! Good job!" Silver scrunched his face in confusion as Gold started laughing. "...Thanks?" He stood watching for a few more seconds before he shut the door, not wanting to continue the conversation. Gold eventually calmed his laughing, and turned around, beckoning Typhlosion to fallow, and stopped by a tree to lean on it. "Well, that stinks. I mean, Silver stole her house, and I guess that was pretty funny, but still, I wanted to make fun of her outfit that made her look like a genderbent Mario..." Gold sighed in boredom. Typhlosion put its hand(?) under its chin, trying to think, when Gold's pokegear rang. He growled in anger as he grabbed the cell phone-like device. "I swear, if that's Joey, I'm going to behead his Ratatta and shove its body down his throat..." Gold put that pokegear to his ear, and shouted, "What do you want from me?!" The voice on the other line stayed silent for a moment before the quietly spoke: "...Is this a bad time?" Gold identified the voice, and grew stiff. "Uh, s-sorry, Red..." Red was usually pretty mellow, but Gold knew how scary he can be when he's angry. "...Anyways. I'm coming to your house and there's nothing you can do about it." Red spoke before abruptly hanging up the phone. Gold shut off his pokegear and slowly put it back in his jacket's pocket, and turned to his Typhlosion. "So... How screwed do you think I am?" He noticed his Typhlosion was staring, bug eyed, at him, while shrugging its shoulders. "I'm gonna take that as a 'very,'" Gold replied, as he started running back to his home. He bust open the doors and raced for the staircase, but stopping by his mother who was still sitting at the table, to say, "Mom, if Red comes over here, don't tell him where I am! And if he goes into my room anyways, do everything in your power to stop him!" "Sure, sweetie!" she responded as Gold hurried to his bedroom. A few hours passed, and soon Red was knocking on the door to Gold's house and welcomed himself in, looking around for Gold. "Excuse me ma'am," He asked Gold's mom, "Do you know where your son is?" She pointed up the staircase. "Oh, he's right upstairs!" Red glanced over and nodded. "Thank you," Gold heard the conversation from his room. "Dammit Mom, you had one job..." He suddenly heard his room door being opened, and he quickly hid behind a fort he made out of pillows and blankets, to which Red was staring at upon entering the room. "Uh, Gold? I got something to tell you-" Before Red could complete his thought, Gold jumped out from his cover. "Don't come any closer!" Red only stared back, blinking, as Gold looked wrathful. "I know what your here for! I won't let you tentacle rape me with your Venasaur!" He pointed to something behind Red. "Ambipom! Now!" Gold's Ambipom jumped out from behind his bed and lunged for Red, but face planted into his back and fell down. Red turned his head and stared down at the monkey Pokémon with apathy. The Ambipom shivered as it stared back, when it jumped onto Gold's bed and hid underneath the covers. "...What in the name of all things holy is going on?" Gold hid his head behind his fort, hesitantly saying, "You're not mad at me for taking your title as Pokemon Master, are you?" Red turned and faced Gold, his hands on his hips. "I'm not here to talk about that... Yet." Gold gave a sigh of releif as he stood up and walked out from his fort. "Oh, thank god!" He cleared his throat before speaking again. "So, why are you here?" Red fixed his hat, and stared back at Gold, looking grim. "Well, Gold, the situation is dire. Do you remember Fire?" Gold nodded. "Yeah, that guy who replaced you in FireRed and LeafGreen?" Red replied, "Yes. I thought we had gotten rid of him, but he's back! I'm not sure how, but he's planning something horrible. He confronted me on Mt. Silver, and he tried to kill me!" Gold stared wide-eyed at Red. "What?! How long ago was this?" Red looked away, chagrined. "Three months ago... I would have told you sooner, but my mom found me and she grounded me for not being home in 3 years." Gold fought back the urge to laugh, as he didn't want to anger Red. "Uh, that sounds bad. What should be do?" Red took a deep breath. "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Gold... I need your help." Hearing this, Gold grinned, looking cheeky. "Wait. The legendary Red needs MY help?" Red shook his head, looking despondent. "Gold, please don't..." But, the younger trainer continued. "Red, the guy that everyone knows as the very best, needs my help? Sure!" "I immediately regret this decision..." Red uttered to himself. Gold walked ahead of Red, and went for the door. "Well, come on! If we're gonna take Fire down, we need to be prepared!" Red nodded and trudged behind him. "This is going to be a long quest..."
