Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers – Hasbro does. Don't own Pokémon – someone else does.
Decepticon MasterChapter 1 - Dumbest Idea For a Crossover Ever? Dumbest Idea For a Crossover Ever.
My name is Megatron.
It is my destiny to become the world's number one pokémon master. With the pokémon I capture and enslave, I shall assume dominance over all others. My courage and determination will overwhelm all comers – legions will topple, leagues mastered, and I shall be the strongest.
And then I shall conquer this grimey mudball of a planet and drain it of all its energon…Then at last will I rule the galaxy!
"Megsy-pumpkin, time to go to bed!" Came a cry from outside the door. Megatron scowled and stopped posing, tossing his voltorb alarm clock back on the side bench.
"Puny flesh-creature!" He cried back affectionately. We think. "Never interrupt me when I'm monologuing!"
There was a motherly giggle from behind the door. She went on in a horrifyingly flaky manner. "Well, don't stay up too late, or you'll be late for Professor Oak's!"
Megatron stuck his table violently, unwittingly crushing his alarm clock. "Spare me your maternal coddling!" He screamed. "I shall be entering stasis for the rest of the night, so I don't want to hear anymore of your incessant chatter!"
Listening for his mother's footsteps as they faded down the hall, Megatron spun on his heel. She had laid out some clothing for him to wear for his 'pokémon journey' – jeans, a jacket and some foolish hat – items that were unnecessary for his superior cybernetic body. Muttering about the 'useless flesh-bag', Megatrn incinerated the body-drapings with his fusion cannon, and turned his attention to his bed.
Heftily lifting it up, Megatron tossed it casually to the other side of his room, shattering his closet. Beneath where it lay was a stasis pod.
Laying down to recharge his energon levels, Megatron pondered the decision he would have to make tomorrow morning. Which pokémon would he choose? Squirtle, with its hardy defense and water-powers? Bulbasaur – powerful in the offence and stubborn in spirit? Or the sleek Charmander, whose fiery powers could reduce many Autobot weaklings to scrap?
The obvious choice was to slay the other trainers and take all three. Megatron nodded in decision and activated the chamber. He would kill his competitors before stopping by the Oak manor and be swiftly on his way to conquest.
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Unfortunately, Megatron had flattened his clock and failed to wake up on time. Realising his mistake, Megatron smashed through the wall and flew at top speed to the Oak residence, leaving his room behind a scene of carnage.
Blasting a few vehicles from his path en route, Megatron at last came to the front gate. A large crowd had gathered, and Megatron was curious at what held the plebian's attention.
As his feet touched the ground, he saw that perhaps half of Cybertron Town was here. Megatron could also make the mindless drone of chanting. Marching closer, he began to pick up on the words.
"Prime, Prime, he's our 'bot! He's got in spades what no one's got!"
Oh Primus no…
Beating a few commoners aside, Megatron burst into the centre. A row of attractive cheerleaders where dancing away, shaking their bon-bons all over the place and singing praise for the tall red transformer in front of him.
Optimus fraggin' Prime. The uppity, goody-two-shoes defender of all things decent and nice himself. Megatron clenched his teeth in rage, bending instinctively into a battle stance – but he couldn't fight him here, he was at a disadvantage, surrounded by all of Prime's supporters.
"Prime…" Megatron growled. Optimus turned and saw his old rival standing before him and smiled. Well, Megatron assumed he smiled behind that faceplate.
"Megatron, you made it!" The robo-bastard slapped Megatron on the shoulder like an old pal. "I was scared you'd miss out!"
Megatron shrugged off Prime's hand and squared up. "Cut the faux-camaraderie, Prime. Take me to Oak, now!"
Optimus put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "You can just head on up! What's the hurry, though?"
"I only want what's mine." Megatron said with a deathly chill.
Optimus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You're right, I really should be heading off." He turned to his cheerleading squad. "Come on, girls!"
The Autobot transformed into a large truck, and the cheerleaders filed into his trailer. Starting his engine, Prime sent off one last farewell to Megatron.
"Hope to see you out there! I look forward to battling you sometime!"
As the truck roared down the road and into the distance, Megatron clenched his fist tightly.
"If you only knew, Prime…" He rumbled through his teeth. Suddenly realising the crowd was still hovering about, Megatron roared loud and fired his fusion cannon randomly. "What are you lingering for? Disperse and flee!"
After much screaming and violence, the crowd disappeared and Megatron had vented some of his frustration. Kissing the fusion cannon latched to his arm lovingly, Megatron flew up to Oak's mansion to finally get things under way.
Professor Oak jumped as the front of his home exploded. Dodging falling debris, he turned and saw a dark silhouette standing imperiously in the gaping hole.
"Oak!" It cried, advancing. "Where is my pokémon?"
"Oh, Megatron…" Oak started, still a little shaken. "Um, I'm afraid they've all been taken…"
A black hand shot out and seized the old man by the throat and lifting him off the ground. "What?" The ivory robot said in a low tone.
"That, ah, that is except for one!" Oak protested desperately. Megatron snorted and tossed him roughly to the ground.
"Show me."
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Soon enough, Oak led Megatron into one of his storage rooms. There was a table with a triangular design on it, a pokéball on each corner. Megatron regarded his suspiciously, recalling being told that there was only one left.
Reaching out, Megatron snatched up the first ball. "Squirtle then."
The ball opened, revealing it to be empty.
"I'm afraid Squirtle has already been chosen." Oak helpfully provided. Megatron shot him an angry gaze and took another ball.
It proved empty too, as did the third. Upon finding Charmander absent as well, Megatron spun and pointed the barrel of his fusion cannon into Oak's face.
"Enough of the games, human!" He cried furiously. "Give me my new warrior!"
Oak was non-plussed by the large weapon in his face. "Patience, patience, young man." He said, pressing a button on the wall. An opening appeared in the centre of the table, and a new ball emerged, a Decepticon symbol imprinted directly on it.
"I must warn you," Oak started and Megatron greedily snatched up the ball. "This one is still a little wild."
Cracking open the ball, there was a flash of red light, and seated on the table was a small yellow rat with a thunderbolt rammed into its backside. To say Megatron was disappointed was an understatement.
"Are you mocking me, Professor?" He said dangerously, grabbing the rat by its long yellow ear and lifting it up to examine it. "I can't shatter the Autobot ranks with this rodent!"
Oak had no chance to respond. The yellow rat did not enjoy being hoisted by the ear, nor being called weak, and hissed. Electric sparks burst from his red cheeks, and suddenly a storm of lightning erupted from its body. Oak was burnt to a crisp.
"As you can see, Pikachu packs quite a wallop." He coughed out before collapsing.
Megatron, however, was standing strong. The blast of electricity had given him a refreshing burst of energy. Indeed, he laughed menacingly.
"Indeed!" He announced, shifting his grip to something more comfortable for Pikachu. He was well pleased with the deceptively diminutive creature – he now had a powerful weapon and constant source of delicious energy. "Indeed he does, Professor! This will make an excellent contribution to the Decepticon cause!"
Pikachu was somewhat bewildered that his attack had caused the transformer no harm. In fact, he looked healthier than before.
"Pika?" He said, lifted high by the white robot. Megatron began analysing its language, and determined that the creature could understand common human.
"Pikachu!" Megatron said with pomp and formality. "You are now a member of the exalted Decepticon forces! Do you swear to die in service of our goal; ultimate conquest?"
The rat glanced down at Oak, who was still recovering on the floor. He wasn't quite sure what was going on. "Pi pichu? (Uh, sure?)"
A frightening grin crossed Megatron's face. "Excellent…" He said, eyes going distant. "Excellent…"
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Megatron made his way out of the manor and down the hill, Oak trailing behind and Pikachu carrying by the skull. At the base of the path, he grimaced to see his mother had gathered together a group of 'supporters' making fools of themselves banging kettles and flying poorly made banners. Really, was a military parade too much to ask?
"Ooooh, Megsy!" Delia cooed, hugging her son tightly. "My little boy is all grown up!"
"I was built this size…" The tyrant muttered, dropping his pokémon to the ground. Pikachu flinched when he saw the fussing woman turn her eyes on him.
"Oh, a Pikachu!" She said, grabbing up the rat and snuggling up to him. Pikachu was unsure whether to be more afraid of the violence-obsessed monster behind him or her.
Megatron smirked when Pikachu had decided he'd had enough and electrified the woman. He was beginning to like the creature.
A cloud of smoke rising off her, Delia let Pikachu scurry from her arms. "Wow, what an electrifying personality!" She shakily quipped. The crowd all laughed, and Megatron raised his cannon.
Before he could fire, his mother hit him with another question. "Why's the little cutie not in its pokéball?"
Megatron paused. "What?"
"Trainers generally keep their pokémon in pokéballs." Explained Oak. Megatron looked confused.
"What for?"
The Professor floundered. "Well, ah, I…" He whipped a small red thing from his pocket. "Oh, Megatron, look at this! This is your pokédex."
Hesitantly, Megatron took it from the old man. "And what is its function?" He asked, examining the primitive human technology.
"It is an encyclopedia of information on pokémon. Simply point and shoot."
Steel eyebrow raised, Megatron pointed the device at Pikachu and pressed the button. Pikachu looked curious as a computerised voice burst from the device.
"Pikachu, an electric-type pokémon." It said jarringly over a portrait of a pikachu. "Pikachu's store electricity in their fur for release later."
"Amazing." Said Megatron, dryly. He put the pokédex away. "I shall be leaving now."
"One moment dear!" Delia interrupted, handing over a green backpack. "I packed you some extra underwear!"
Megatron rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag. "Yes yes, good. Did you pack the energon?"
Delia put a hand to her cheek. "It's all there, pumpkin!"
Confirming that it was in fact the case, Megatron decided to give the human some parting words. He stood tall and addressed her formally, Pikachu looking on with a mystified expression.
"Woman, you have given the Decepticon cause many years of faithful service, despite your… irritating tendencies." He spread a dramatic hand over Cybertron town. "When I lay all this to waste, your life will be spared."
His mother blushed and waved him down. "Oh you…"
As any further communication was unnecessary, Megatron raised Pikachu onto his shoulder and took to flight. As he flew into the distance, the gathered supporters, his mother and Professor Oak (who were standing suspiciously close) all waved him goodbye.
When Megatron's visage sunk below the horizon, Professor Oak let his hand drop.
"That's one messed up kid."
Delia let her hand fall too, a worried look on her face.
"Tell me about it."
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Author's notes:
Stupid idea? Yes. But, y'know… This is actually a remake of an old thing I wrote that sucked. This might be better – we'll see.
Whaddya think? Any good? Please leave reviews, they send shivers of joy down my spine!
Next time… Misty and Soundwave!