Chapter 1: The Nickname
Officer Watson was pissed. It was Graduation Day for the good folk of Twinleaf Town, a day for elders to relax and reminisce and youngsters to dream and scurry about the fields with their newly gained partners. Simply, a day for him to end his constant chasing of misbehaving youngsters and watch his youngest son received his first pokemon. Instead of watching the ceremony with the rest of the force, he had drew the short stick and had to chase Rodney Mills' mangly pelt around for some mild vandalism crime, as if the red haired nut hadn't done worse recently. The kid was a problem child through and through. In Watson's honest opinion, he simply wished the Sheriff gave him twenty minutes alone with the kid and Watson's Luxray. He guaranteed that the kid wouldn't even consider looking at an officer in a wrong way much less break the law. Be a much quieter town if the kid got muzzled too. Shame. However, just because the entire idea doesn't work, doesn't mean parts of it won't…
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"THE GARCHOMP HAS FALLEN, IT'S OVER, THE HOLY SUPERIOR OF SINNOH HAS BEEN DETHRONED, THE CHALLENGER RODNEY MILLS HAS ASCENDED TO HOLY ABBOTT IN A DEVASTATING BEST OF FIVE FOR THE LEADERSHIP OF THE SINNOH LEAGUE"
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Reporters usually have three questions I mind whenever they see me. First, how did I do it? Second, why did I do it? Third, what's next? The answer is I don't know for all of them honestly. I don't know how Typhus lifted the Garchomp. I don't know why I decided that Cynthia couldn't stay in power. I don't know what I'm doing moving forward. Then they back pedal a bit, before asking me the real question, "Why is your nickname Mud?".
That, I can answer. I've already gotten paid for the edited biography with all the bull included, so here is the real version. That answers all the questions honestly, or to the best of my ability. Unless, I'm just lying to you, you can never be too sure. It did start with the nickname though. How I met Typhus, dealing with the Twinleaf Police Force, and that god forsaken fucking luxray.
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He hadn't wanted an Aron. Rodney kicked his legs into high gear when he heard the officer's footsteps behind him start to slow down. Once one of them gave up on the chase, he was essentially free to go. His hands still bearing the small cuts of when he'd bashed the professors window open, he swerved into a dark alleyway and hid behind a dumpster, knowing that all he had to do was be patient and he was home free, with his prize included.
He had been the first at the Distribution List and the last to leave, he'd been hoping to get anything, but a Steel Type? Seriously? It had smelt too much like his father had gone meddling again. Rodney just wished he minded his business and stayed in his box up in Canalave. So he broke into the Professor's office and picked a pokemon at random knowing he didn't have much time before the police arrived.
Suddenly, a distant yowl cut through the air, and Rodney grew nervous for some reason. He slowly began to back out of the alleyway, dodging protracted pipelines and strewn away trash bags, before blazing down the alley as fast as possible. Then, he tripped, hard. Rodney went sprawling to the ground in a makeshift roll, before laying flat on his stomach, and a sharp pain emerged from his hands. He looked down, and grimaced as he saw a splotch of blood from the now enormous cuts on his hands, as he picked himself up though, he felt a presence behind him.
Rodney probably should just have kept running, but he peeked backwards, seeing a dark feline shape on the other side of the alley, it was massive. At least, 3 inches taller than him, it's yellow eyes broke the gloomy darkness of the alley, and it was… sparking? Little bolts of what Rodney dearly hoped was just static shock jumped from hairs of it's mane to the surrounding pipelines. He wasn't sure what pokemon it actually was, but, it if fit too many categories of "Hunter-Tracker" from Rodney's base eye glance, that he knew that this chase was going to end badly for him if he kept running.
So Rodney prepared himself, and the second he saw the pokemon shift, he bolted down the alleyway, twisting and turning faster than he'd ever done before, not even bothering to look back at his pursuer, he bursted out of the alleyway and swerved hard, running straight back towards the mainland town, he could still see the Graduation Ceremony going on from here, in the back of the famed Twinleaf Vineyard. There was only one place he was sure that the pokemon wouldn't follow him, and if the gasps of the people he ran past were any indicator, he was being followed.
He bolted straight through the ceremony, his speed and momentum crashing through the people on the stage, even throwing Professor Rowan off the stage, in a hurry to make it to the Pit. He sneaked a look behind him, seeing the astonished crowd, a murderous Rowan, and a blue and black blur leaping over chairs and bashing people out of it's way like they were made out of paper. Rodney was calm through, he only had a couple more meters to run before he made it to the edge, to the Pit.
The Pit was a hole, a massive disgusting hole in the ground of Twinleaf town, filled to the brink with mud. It had been a remnant of the famous battle between Professor Rowan and Professor Oak, where Rowan's Torterra had made a fissure to subdue Oak's Dragonite, who's wings had been too damaged to continue flight, and Oak's Dragonite had instead gotten out of the massive nigh infinite chasm through sheer force and Hyper Beam. There had been a massive city movement to refill the Pit with dirt, and a sudden storm turnt it all into mush, and even though it had been 13 years since then, the Pit had never dried.
It was mainly used as a punishment and a play area now though, kids in Twinleaf town usually learnt to swim in mud before learning to stand, based on how the older siblings tossed the babies into the shallow parts of the Mud Pit. I was no exception, having won the towns Mud Pit Race, for 5 years in a row now. A simple lap from the shallow to the deep edge of the pool, I could do in about 30 seconds. It was like my second home.
So I prepared myself and leapt into pool, feeling and knowing I was free. Until I felt a sudden shock on my back, and then I was floating arms prone and legs unmoving in the Pit. I darted my eyes around rapidly, confused on what had happened, I was sinking unfortunately through, I could still breath for now, but I was slowly sinking into the bottom of the shallow edge, I closed my eyes and held my breath once the mud reached my face, I couldn't panic, it would just make things worse.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around me and pulled me up to the surface. I was dangling over the pool before a cloth rougher than needed probably, wiped off the mud on my face for the most part, and revealed Officer Watson, looking mildly amused, "Did you enjoy your swim?", the asshole said as he proceeded to drag me along back towards the ceremony, still caked in mud. "I imagine Orpheus gave you quite the chase, I told him to go easy on you, my old bones can't keep up you know." I was still being dragged shirt collar first, learning how one could be contemplating murder and suicide at the same time. "Your stupid ass probably thought you were scot free when you ran for the Pit, but Orpheus' Thunder Wave never strikes twice kid." The beast in question walked silently on the other side of me, keeping it's distance to probably to make sure I didn't get any mud on it.
Then, the dragging stopped. I was lugged up to the stage, to be "made an example of". Then I heard a gruff voice begin, "Here we have an example of a student who while being competitive and full of potential, lacks the discipline and restraint to grow. Presenting to the people of Twinleaf Town, Rodney Mills!", I was lifted up by Watson, and displayed to the crowd. The laughter began small but picked up volume and speed. Then the chanting begun, "Mud, Mud, Mud!". All I felt was embarrassment, but I soon got into it, with the limited control of my arms began flashing mud covered thumbs-up, at a miniature wave or two. However, all I could think about was the prize stored in my back pocket, too muddy to see for the officials, that I had started the beginning of my journey.
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That's how I got the nickname though. Thinking back like that keeps me grounded. I don't want to end up like all those other hotshot trainers who forget the times that they were weak and struggling you know? It's a real shame about Twinleaf Town though, it was a great town, til I wrecked it for Galactic.
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(A/N) Hey, this is my second story that I'm putting up, it's mostly all self checked but would appreciate any kind of comments or reviews! I hope the switch from 3rd Person to 1st wasn't too drastic though. Eddited for format later sorry for the spam lol
