Summary: Every journey has a reason, and every game had an end... What really happens when you defeat the Elite Four and Champion. Game version. Pokemon Fire Red/Leaf Green.
Story Content: Why does Missingno exist? Why is Red in Pokemon Soul Silver and Heart of Gold? Why is Red unable to speak? Why does Pokerus exist? And lastly, what really happens when you beat the Champion and the lights dim? All these questions and more will be answered in this story.
Author's Note: The style to this is considerably different from what I usually write. Considering it is a kid's game I wrote it less... mature than what I am used to, and it is far more fast paced. I think writing this way embodies how I felt playing Pokémon Fire Red/Leaf Green as a child and I do like the underlying idea or plot this story has to offer. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed coming up with it.
Warning: This is a slightly darker and more mature aspect to the games. The ending of this chapter will have a twist, as will the end of this entire story. You may never see the Pokemon games the same after reading this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Game Over
Chapter 1 – The Reason Behind The Journey
Created By: x-LittleMissAlice-x
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"I want to be the very best, like no one ever was."
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His journey was coming to an end.
Challenge after challenge he had faced, trial after trial with his beloved pokemon by his side. He had defeated every trainer he locked eyes with, caught every pokemon registered in the Pokedex, traveled to every island in the region all to fulfill his dream: to be the very best, like no one ever was. There was only one more obstacle in the way, one final hurdle to overcome and he was standing right in front of it.
The Pokemon League.
The ice type, Lorelei, was the first to fall. Then Bruno, the fighting type master. Even the ghost-type Agatha fell to his pokemons' power. And lastly, the dragon tamer, Lance. The only person standing in his way was the mysterious champion he had unwittingly encountered several times throughout his journey; the pokemon professor's son, the prodigy of Pallet Town, his childhood friend and his life-long rival…
"Blue…?"
Like a regal emperor on his throne, Blue stared down at him with steady eyes, legs neatly crossed with his arms resting comfortably on the sides of his seat. His signature smug smirk tugged at his lips, an arrogant chuckle ringing through the air and echoing within the grand hall.
"Nice of you to finally show up, Red. Took you long enough to get here. I've already become the champion, a title you'll never get."
Red's crimson eyes narrowed in irritation.
What. A. Douche.
"We will see about that."
"Hm? Confident, are we? Heh, whatever. All the more better when you cry to your mommy back in Pallet and have to start your challenge all over again after you lose to me."
Electricity cackled between them as their eyes locked. Standing, Blue reached for the balls (pokeballs!) under his belt.
"Go for it, Pidgeot!"
"I choose you, Pikachu!"
And so the battle of his life began.
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The battle raged on for what felt like hours.
Each pokemon fought until they were on their last legs, exhausted and on the verge of collapse until only one pokemon on either side remained.
"You've fought pretty well so far Red, but your luck ends here. Alakazam, use Future Sight!"
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"
The attack connected. Alakazam recoiled back, crunching his face in pain.
"Psychic!"
Yellow sparks flickered around Alakazam's body and Red couldn't help but smirk at his good luck. Paralysis. Blue cursed under his breath.
"We have one turn left until Future Sight hits. Pikachu, use your strongest Quick Attack and finish him off!"
"Pii!" The small yellow pokemon dashed faster than he had ever seen. In seconds Pikachu impacted, sending Alakazam flying.
A critical hit.
Blue ran to his pokemon's side, that usually smug face of his replaced with astonishment. "Alakazam! Wake up Alakazam!"
Alakazam groaned, but it was out cold.
With shaky hands Blue reached for its pokeball. "…Return."
The creature disappeared in a bright red light before Blue slowly rose to his feet.
Red wanted him to say it. Oh, how he was waiting for Blue to final admit it; that he was so much better than him; how his team had won fair and square, not a single hyperpotion or revive used the entire challenge. He wished he could brush away the curtain of brown hair covering Blue's face so he could see his defeated expression.
After a few moments of tense silence his rival looked up, but that irritating grin was still on his face. Why?
"You just got lucky. As if you could have won otherwise."
...Of course he would never admit it, not in Red's wildest dreams. Blue really had too much pride for his own good.
"But, well, the rules are the rules," Blue continued. "You beat me so you are the new Champion, even though I think you are still a loser," he said in that snobbish way of his. Red refrained from rolling his eyes. An ass 'till the end.
Bam!
Startled, Red twirled on the edge of his heel towards the entrance, shoulders tense.
Was that... the door to the Champion's room? Was there another challenger (already? So soon?) or could it be Team Rocket again (they ruined everything)? His pokemon were completely exhausted, and Blue's were down for the count. They would be defenseless without them at full strength...
Red sighed in relief when he was met with a familiar face. "Professor Oak? What are you doing here?"
The old man smiled warmly at him. "Congratulations, Red! You beat the Elite Four and my grandson. You should be proud – of yourself and your pokemon."
And Red did feel proud – more than proud. He was ecstatic. His dream had finally come true. All that training and hard work finally paid off. This was the happiest moment of his life.
"Thank you, Professor."
Blue coughed rather rudely before speaking. "Yeah, yeah Gramps. Enough with the love fest. I don't need Red bawling on the way up to the recording room."
Red shot him a glare. As if he would!
"Follow me," Blue ordered, motioning him.
With a barely audible grumble Red followed after him.
They walked together down a long hallway. It was rather dark, he noticed, illuminated dimly by a few small lights on the walls. They finally stopped in a room, empty save for a single small machine. Red noted it looked vaguely similar to the ones at the Pokemon Center.
"What is that?"
"A recorder," Blue answered, "Proof that you've beaten the Elite Four and become the Champion. Your pokemon will be recorded here into the Hall of Fame."
Blue held his hand out expectantly. Red gazed down at the six little pokeballs cupped in his hands.
This entire journey wouldn't have been possible without his friends. He could remember how excited he was when he caught his first Pidgey, when his Caterpie finally evolved into Butterfree after hours of training in the Viridian Forest, when he earned his first gym badge, when—
"Will you just hand them over already? My arm is getting tired," Blue sighed, exasperated.
"Oh yeah, sorry," Red mumbled and carefully rolled the pokeballs into his palm.
Blue turned towards the machine and placed them in the little indentions, one by one. The machine blinked to life, flashing a few times before stopping, making a little ding of finality.
Blue turned towards him, a grin on his face as he extended his hand. "It was fun, Red."
Hesitantly, Red shook it. "Yeah, it was fun." And it had been fun, the most fun in his entire life.
"I guess now that you are the Champion… it's game over."
"Wha-!"
Everything went pitch black.
With a yank of his hand, Red fell forward before being forcefully shoved. He expected to ram into the nearby wall or hit the floor but neither happened; instead, he felt like he was floating. He couldn't feel anything beneath his feet, and when he waved his arms there was nothing but frigid empty space.
What was going on?
A resonating chuckle surrounded him. When Red opened his eyes, he could see Blue again, grinning at him in what appeared to be a thin doorway of light. Red looked around him. There was nothing; he really was in an empty void.
"What did you do to me, Blue?" Red demanded, thrashing in the air to move towards him, but to no avail; his body continued to levitate in one place.
"Nothing really. I just brought you into a room, a special room all Champions who beat me go into. It's called the 'Mystery Zone' and it's breaking down your data, slowly, then it will eventually recode you into another mindless trainer in this world."
Red could already feel his body deteriorating. His limbs were starting to burn hotter than his Charizard's Flamethrower. Every pixel that created his entire being was exploding with searing heat. His legs were already starting to decompose, one pixel at a time.
"I really must thank you though, for raising such strong pokemon." Tauntingly, Blue threw one of Red's pokeballs in the air before catching it. "You thought you were special, didn't you? You do realize that Gramps only assigned you the Pokedex so you could find the strongest pokemon, right?"
"That's… That's not true. Professor Oak believed in me and supported me throughout my journey."
"Are you referring to what he was saying earlier in the Champion's room? Ha! How much dumber can you get? He's just an NPC; he was programmed to say that."
"NPC? What's… an NPC?"
Red's eyes were starting to droop. He was tired, so tired… His throat was hoarse, his lower body no longer tingling but completely gone. He could feel himself disappearing faster, two pixels at a time.
"What, you really didn't notice? Did you really not find it weird that you were sent on a journey to catch pokemon and collect their data, even though their information was already technically prerecorded on all of them in your Pokedex? Did you not notice the trainers just standing around, staring off into space and conveniently waiting for you to walk by? Everything was planned. Every rock, boulder, small tree or trainer blocking your path; they were all purposely programmed to be there, to make sure you grew stronger throughout your journey. Team Rocket had the same purpose."
"What is a… Team Rocket?"
His mind felt foggy now. Everything was fading; the reason why he started this journey, the people he had met along the way, his friends – his pokemon. His arms were now gone. He could no longer see the grinning boy – who was he and what was his name again? He must have lost his eyes, too.
Although he couldn't see him, he could hear him.
"Heh, must be a matter of time now if you've forgotten them already," the boy said, a dark, amused chuckle ringing in his ears. "It's been a long journey – one I will continue to play again and again. But it was fun this time, being able to battle you along the way. Since I like you, maybe I'll make you into a new gym leader or something when I recreate this world. You won't be the same person, of course, and you'll be given weaker pokemon so you can help the next player character grow stronger, but I would have to challenge you again."
Red tried to speak, to ask the familiar sounding voice through his strained vocal cords why it was doing this or what it was talking about, but he was unable to. Not matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. No sound left his open mouth.
"You are almost completely gone now so I guess this is the end. Smell ya later, Red. Or should I say Ash? Heh, Ash… I like that. 'Till next we meet."
That was the last thing he remembered before his mind was consumed by darkness.
Yes, I cross referenced the anime series and games. I know Red and Ash are completely different people, I just thought it would be an interesting connection.
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