Author's note (I think we all know how this goes, but here it is) I do not own Pokemon (correct me if I'm wrong, it's owned by Nintendo), or any of it's affiliations, and this is not an official spin off. I am in no way affiliated with Nintendo/Pokemon, other than being a fan.
Ithro: The Metang That Could
Chapter 1
I awoke to day 7332 of my life. That is to say, I am 20 years (if time still flows correctly) old. If time is not flowing correctly, I will let you guess. Via levitation, I rise from my bed. My room around me consists of this bed, a desk, many calculations written upon the walls, diaries from pokeologists overcrowd the book cases and several completed games of chess layabout on the floor... Hey, I multitask. Proceeding morning routine. The shower, once used by a human to bathe his body. I use it to give my metal body a fresh wash as well. The sink. When I moved in I discovered an item labelled tooth paste next to it. I figured there was an 87% chance someone would require this item one day, so I kept it. Of course if the only people I can trade with is the rest of my town, that chance drops to 32%. I do not live in a well kept community. However, that is no concern of mine. Being part steel type, disease means nothing to me. Breakfast. Since the stove works today, I decided to treat myself to Macaroni and Cheese. Somehow this, and berries are the most common foods. I like this food though.
Morning routine complete. I exit my home through my window (it's larger than the doorway and I do require the space. My species is large). This is Twinleaf town, named after the head of a Turtwig I think. Reasons unknown. I check the mailbox to find another complaint from Ursarang, the town's leader. Apparantly another human has been seen fighting a pokemon over the pokemon's possesions. Likely hood of the legitamancy of this is 12.7%. Humans have been discriminated against ever since Team Galactic tried their hand at creating an alternate dimension. So many forget that there was extreme human loss as well as the loss of many pokemon. Why am I the one to recieve complaints? As the smartest and second strongest within Twinleaf town (and probably Sandgem town... and probably most of Sinnoh...) I have been nominated (my vote did not count) as the "peace maker". Placing the letter in my mouth (not to worry reader, I do not eat my mail), I hover to Route 201 where the "crime" took place. First thing I see: a Lairon arguing with a human. The same two from last week.
I speak first: "Lairon, what has Mike here done?" I hardly had the words out of my mouth before my reply, which I'm sure was practiced, was given. "This pip squeak stole my celery!". I recalled reading an article from a time when celery was considered a neccessary evil, a bad taste with healthy benefits. Perhaps Team Galactic's idiocy showed us the value of vegetables? "I see. Mike, would you like to share your side of the story?" "WHAT?" "What's wrong Lairon? Did you have more to add?" Lairon stopped to consider "No... but why do you need his 'side' of the story? Your fellow pokemon already told you all you need!" This routine, this weekly routine, is gonna make me blow a circuit one day. "The reason I take in both sides is because sometimes, a human or a pokemon, tend FAKE being wronged" The brute either did not hear me or did not care. "But we're both pokemon! You're supposed to not need proof from your own kind!" I sighed "If my previous reason is found unworthy, let's try this one: I'M the official peace maker. I WILL use my own methods to determine who has wronged who. YOU will deal with it." The expected grumblings. A child who didn't get his way. "Mike, would you like to explain your side." Mike was no more than a boy. 3400 days of age at most. I believe a proper description of him is albino, with brown fur on the top of his head. Hair, humans call visual sensors are round, white, and the center is black (I assume this is where light enters) with a brown ring around it. An iris. Mike speaks: "Thank you. I found this celery yesterday at the abandoned pokemart. I placed it in my bag to save for another time. Lairon waited until I was asleep, and took the celery out of my bag. I have argued with him since until you arrived." Lairon felt the need to yell here: "No! I found it at... at the pukmart...". I looked at him with astonishment. How much of his idiocy does he advertise, how much more does he hide? "Mike, take your celery. Lairon, eat some grass you filthy animal". Mike split the celery in half and gave handed half to me. "Thanks Ithro. This is for you." The child posses as vast kindness... "WHAT? YOU'RE BRIBING HIM!? I'M TELLING URSARANG!" and with that the brute was on his way. The boy looked at me with eyes bigger than any wailord. "Will..." he sniffles "Will you get in trouble...?" I calculated "There is a 78.1% chance Ursarang will side with Lairon on the matter. Let us go back to my home, where I have an increased chance of protecting you. My electricity works today." The boy smiled the most anyone could smile in his situation. "Okay".
We procceeded back to my home. Hopefully his immune system can cope with Twinleaf town. If not, he will eject liquid from his mouth again and hopefully have it all out his system. I am Ithro. This is the begginings of a new world. Not the one Team Galactic wanted by any stretch of the imagination, but a new world is being born from the ashes of what the Sinnoh region used to be. Or will we just destroy ourselves...?