This is my first fanfic and it was something that has been in my head for a while. I explained the idea to my friends and they said I should write it down so I did.
I first thought of it when I was listening to a song, a line that goes "'Cause I can't survive another night in a white room." and how someone would react to being in a situation like that plus how they might react when they got out of it.
Sorry if it's bad, I tried to fix as many errors as I could before posting it.
The dice clattered to the floor, hours of work ruined. A shaky sigh came from the person who invested their precious time on such a slow and, in many peoples minds, dull activity.
Scattered around him were the remains of the dice castle. It was almost complete, only one tower left and a new record would have been made, at least in his mind. Even if it was good enough for the book of Guinness world records, he would never know.
Ash looked up at the towers human demolition ball, a boy called Hun... or was that a girl? The only one who truly knew was Hun's partner in- quite literally- crime, Attila.
"Is this seriously all you do all day? Lazing around with you toys? Your 15! Go and do something more productive with your life!"
Ash just tilted his head to the side and raised an arm. Suggesting towards the pure white walls and floor. It was like space but without the stars or planets. Constrictive, cold, maddening. If you were to throw a white coat down the only way to tell anything was there would be the shadowed creases.
"Oh, that's right. You stay in here don't you?"
He gave Hun a dry look in response, turning his attention back to pile of dice on the floor. Black dots the only evidence of their existence. It was a wonder how he survived in the 'white room' as people referred to it as. Anyone else unlucky enough to have ended up in there wound up in a straight jacket, claiming to see 'pixies everywhere'.
4 long years. That was 213 weeks more than anyone else. That didn't mean there weren't side affects though. Due to the brightness of the room, anything outside was much darker than it actually was.
All colour would have been drained from his eyes of it weren't for his contact lenses. They allowed him to see everything around him in the tint of the colour he was wearing. Currently it was red. His real eye colour was a chocolate brown, the colour of his fathers and mothers, though no one ever mentioned her.
Most people outside of the room who knew of him also knew of his achievements made in what little adventure he had. Each day a legendary creature was practically on his doorstep- outside his tent would have been more accurate. Ash had started his journey when he was ten, as did all aspiring trainers and coordinators, travelling the world to try and live his dream. A dream that was now lost in the glow of the white room.
Four years ago he would have been lying with his best friends Misty and Brock under the stars. Now he was lying in 'his room' doing the occasional puzzle, a bit of drawing then going to bed to restart the process in the morning.
Hun tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for a response from the black haired kid.
"Leave him alone Hun, you know how sensitive he can get when you harass him."
"Sensitive? Is he even capable of expressing that?" If he could show emotion, he did a lousy job of it.
"Of course he is." There was a loud band and a cuss or two from Attila. "For Mew's sake Bob! Watch where your going!"
"The names Butch, not Bob!" Butch yelled, not caring he was talking to a superior, going by ranks anyway. Lots of people around the Rocket HQ often made up their own rules. "That wasn't my fault anyway! It was Cassidy's, she could have told me I was going to walk into you." He stated, shooting his aforementioned partner a glare.
"How could I possibly see where you were going when your head's in the way!" She argued placing her end of the stack of wooden planks on the floor, leaving Butch holding the other end up. They had been carrying some planks down to the loading bay as one of their 'errands' for the day, when Butch had walked backwards into Attila by accident whilst hauling the load.
Ash meanwhile had stood up and was trying to crane his neck around Hun to see what was out there. Familiar voices rang in his head, he wanted to see what connection to his memories they held. The time in the white room left some parts of his mind in the dark. His memory being one of them. This was both a good thing and a bad thing.
On one hand, he couldn't vividly remember those in Team Rocket that had done him wrong meaning they could re-introduce themselves without much trouble. It also meant they could make up some things about his past and get him to believe it with ease.
Trouble was, this left his memory lapsed. Once something would straighten out, another part would fall disrupting the corrected part. It sometimes took five or six times before a name would stay in his brain. Hun was one of the only people who had the patience to introduce herself to him that many times.
Before Ash could get a good look over Hun's shoulder, he turned around and locked the door. Sealing him back inside the white nightmare. Ash absent-mindedly kicked at the dice on the floor, tiny black dots shifting durants.
His father usually came to see him around this time. Sometimes bringing another puzzle to stimulate his mind. It had always been a wonder to Ash why he was sealed in there in the first place. Surely being left inside somewhere like this would only trigger a bad reaction. What could possibly be achieved from doing this? Yet another mystery of his life to sort out.
"Starmie, Hydro Pump!" the red-headed girl shouted from the right side of the pool. Scattered across the pool were small floating islands for land Pokemon to jump on.
The purple starfish-like creature formed a torrent of water at it's centre before firing the powerful stream of water towards it's opponent, a pidgeotto.
"Quick, Pidgeotto! Dodge it and use Ariel Ace!"
The panting pidgeotto spread it's aching wings and prepared to fly out of range of the attack- but it was too late. The Hydro Pump struck hard, knocking the already dizzy Pokemon to the bobbing platform.
"The challenger is unable to battle, the winner is Cerulean gym leader Misty!" The referee yelled from the stand at the edge of the pool, raising a blue flag in the direction of the redhead.
Rookie trainer and gym leader exchanged thanks for the battle before going their own ways. The trainer out the gyms entrance to heal his Pokemon at the centre and train some more before re-challenging the gym. The gym leader to retire to check on her precious water types.
Misty came out of the back part of the battle area, placing her pokeballs on the rack after putting her starmie in the pool with her other Pokemon, excluding Psysuck who still refused to go near anything big and water-filled.
All three of her sisters were on holiday again, most likely in a beauty competition at this very minute. Things had become quite boring since she came back to the gym from traveling with Ash and Brock, who had gone back to his job as the Pewter gym leader and to help care for his many siblings.
Ash was a different case altogether. One day they were travelling tithe next gym with him, collecting all of the badges so he could enter the league and the next he practically disappears without a trace when they were about to collect the last badge from the Viridian gym.
She often wondered where her friend had ended up. He might have gone to a different region to gain more experience before challenging the league and didn't want to tell them incase she and Brock tried to stop him. He could have gotten lost in the woods and still be wondering around there hopelessly lost today. That was what she wanted to believe. That he was completely fine and carrying on to achieve his goal, one day he would be on the television challenging the champion, Lance.
That sounded too good to be true, Ash wasn't the sort of kid to run off by himself without any contact with his friends or family. From what she could tell, his mother hadn't heard from him all this time either and was worrying to death about him.
Brock had also been effected by his disappearance. Falling into depression over the loss of his 'younger brother'. She and Brock's family managed to restore some faith in him and themselves though by saying he was just going solo on his adventure for a while to become more independent.
The police had investigated his disappearance for a year and a half before giving up searching, it was around this time that the Rockets upped their game, crime levels across Kanto rising higher than ever recorded.
Misty suspected Team Rocket had something to do with Ash. They had sent three grunts after him since the beginning of his journey. Maybe their constant foiling of the plans to capture Pikachu finally sent their boss over the edge? Pikachu. She hadn't seen him since Ash's disappearance either. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen any of Ash's Pokemon since then.
She had waited long enough for a sign he was okay. The longer she stayed at home in Cerulean- the bigger the chance he would be killed by his captors or never found at all.
"Time to go home Togepi." Misty said watching her egg Pokemon wave goodbye to it's water-type friends before catching him in her arms. She turned off the lights of the gym then left out of the same door the trainer had earlier.
She made her way down the path away from the gym, her head flooded with thoughts of Ash and where he was right now, like she ever thought of anything else. It was only when she unlocked the door to her and her three sisters house when she realised that the gyms doors were still locked.
Misty groaned at her forgetfulness, placing Togepi on the chair and started walking back towards the front door.
"Toge-pi prii?" Togepi yelled towards her sounding distressed.
"I'm just going to lock the gym doors Togepi, nothing for you to worry about. I'll be back before you know it." She promised going back out the door.
The jog back to the gym seemed to take longer than it usually did, the dark seemed to have that effect on everyone. It was mid-November meaning the day started later and ended earlier. A few weeks ago it would have been broad daylight around this time.
The wind blew, blowing some of the leaves that hung for dear life off the trees around the gym. Misty reached into her pocket, pulling out the keys and locking the door before there was a thump sound coming from her left. It sounded just like someone jumping down onto pile of leaves would.
She immediately spun 'round, her breathing becoming quicker and the sound of her fast beating heart came to her ears. Three cloaked figures then jumped in front of her. She could just see their mouths moving as the snickered.
"Who are y-" she was quickly cut off however.
"Prepare for trouble!" yelled one of the figures, dramatically throwing the cloak off to the side revealing her crimson, impossibly styled hair.
"Make it double!" Her counterpart yelled, mirroring her act with the cloak, showing his violet coloured hair.
"To protect the world from deva-"
"Will you guys just shut up! How mug longer are you going to keep this up? You have been following me and my friends for the last couple of years now!"
"Err... Well... You see we..." The lavender haired boy, James, stuttered.
"Did I say I was finished?" Technically it was a question, though it was meant as a statement to tell them all to be quiet. "What did you come for this time?" She said, holding back a groan at having to see the three again.
"Hey!" Yelled the third cloaked character, much shorter than the other two. "I didn't get to my part of the motto!" The third then took off his cloak, revealing him to be a Meowth.
Misty just glared at him, still waiting for them to answer her as to why they were there.
"In all honesty we came to ask where your head twerp is? We haven't seen him with you for a while." The red haired girl, Jessie, said wanting to get straight to what the three of them wanted to know.
"Head twerp?" She asked, perplexed as to who that could be. "Oh, wait. Do you mean Ash?"
"That's the one." James confirmed with a nod.
"I don't know where he is either. The police looked all over Kanto for him but they had to give up the search in the end." She was more than confused as to why they hadn't seen him. If Ash had been caught by the Rockets, wouldn't they know he was in the building where their base was.
"You haven't heard anything. No phone calls? No letters? No long winded voicemail on why he left and how profoundly sorry he was to have left you so suddenly?" James asked, starting to feel a bit dizzy thinking of the prospect of what could have happened to him.
"No, nothing." She sighed and looked down at the floor sadly. Gone without a trace.
That was when a message came over a receiver at James' belt.
"This is Proton, checking in on Jessie, James and Meowth. Tell me your current location." The male voice said, sounding quite calm and casual.
"Currently in Cer-Cerulean City, sir. Outside of the gym." Jessie responded snatching the reciever away from James, stuttering slightly at the sudden call from the executive, even if he was one of the generally nicer ones. It could have been much worse.
"In that case then you had better start running. The boss has a job for you back at the base. Heh, I'm surprised he still keeps you around with skills as bad as yours."
The Rocket trio glanced at one another as the transmission ended with a beep. The three then ran out of Cerulean as fast as they had appeared. Misty watched as the raced down the path towards before going out of sight. She then let out her groan. Idiots.
That's the first chapter of what I wrote and I want to know whether I should put the next one up or whether I should leave it and try to do something better.