Before we begin, let's get some technicalities out of the way first, yes? First of all, despite its title, this is not a 'crossover' fic in terms of what has defined a 'crossover' fic as. There is no merging of characters, places, or other things that go into crossovers from another category. What this title is referring to shall be explained later.

Also, please note that this is a spin-off series of another fic on this site, Game Freaks, written by MrMissMrs Random. I have been granted permission by said author to use her ideas and characters. These chapters are all looked over by said author before being posted to make sure that nothing conflicts with the timeline already set in place, if not fully revealed yet, for Game Freaks. And just like Game Freaks, this story also contains some harsh language used by the characters, albeit probably not to as much as an extent. Either way, you have been warned.

And finally, the usual disclaimer. I own nothing concerning Pokémon, its characters, ideas, and anything else relating to that. Basically, to sum this all up, I own absolutely nothing. Thank you for reading my insane bantering, if you're even bothering to read it and not just skipping down to the story, and enjoy chapter one of Crossovers.


This was it. After months of working his butt off, pulling late-night shifts, extensively training his Pokémon, and just a tad bit of whining and complaining, it was finally time. In just a few short hours, his dream of finally scouting out a completely new area would finally come true.

He could hardly contain his excitement. Just to think, it was a new region! Or at least, one that had never been explored before by any of their Agents. But still, just thinking about it made his blood boil and his heart start to race. New challenges! New Pokémon! New chances to show his worth to the higher ups! And what better way than to help set up the first base in this new land? No doubt he would become a Commanding Agent in a heartbeat, and from there, who knew? It was all just a matter of time.

Indeed, in just a few short hours, he would land, and then—

"Jason, could you please shut the fuck up?"

…It was just a pity he was stuck with having to baby sit three girls that the higher ups had sent with him.

"Seriously Jason, if you don't stop going on and on about how you're the best person to ever walk the face of this earth and how you're so excited about getting to Unova, I swear I'm going to throw your sorry butt overboard and laugh as you're eaten alive by Sharpedo."

That was Irene. Back before she had been sucked into this world, Jason knew that she had been a cheerleader, and had apparently been on a team or whatever that had won a bunch of competitions. Not that cheering really helped much in being an Agent. Out of everyone Jason knew, she was probably the most fashion-conscious Agent not only in the little exploration group, but out of the entire secret division of Game Freaks. It was no doubt a side effect from her being brainwashed by her cheerleader friends back in the old world. She also considered herself to be a bit of a matchmaker, although not a very good one in Jason's opinion.

"I don't think Sharpedo migrate this far away from Hoenn and Sinnoh," a black haired girl sitting close by commented, not once taking her eyes off of her sketchpad as she drew. "Besides, there doesn't seem to be as much fish in this area, at least from what I can tell. It probably has something to do with this area being close to a large-scale city. Sharpedo are big, and need lots of food in order to sustain themselves, and Hoenn and Sinnoh have plenty of Water-type Pokémon to keep them full without over hunting. Any carnivorous fish Pokémon out here would have to be smaller yet strong enough to devour any food they come by."

She was Adelaide, a rather quiet girl who Jason believed was from the Philippines. She would even occasionally speak in Tagalog, which was apparently some sort of language spoken over there. She could usually be seen doodling in one of her sketchbooks, and from what few pictures of hers that Jason had seen, he figured she was a pretty good artist.

Irene huffed and crossed her arms. "Well, I guess we'll just have to hope that whatever's lurking down there will eat him. But then again, this is Jason we're talking about. He'd probably get spit out halfway through the feeding fest and give the poor things indigestion."

"Could we please not talk about eating right now?" a third girl mumbled, who was bent over the railing on the side of the ship the four of them were on. Jason couldn't see her face, as her shoulder-length blonde hair was obscuring it from his vision, but he could tell from her voice that she was feeling pretty sea sick.

That was Hanna, the fourth and final member of the exploration group Jason was in. Officially, she had been assigned as the leader of their little expedition, but in reality that didn't mean too much. Yeah, she would put her foot down if things got out of hand, but for the most part, Hanna really wasn't too strict. And if he couldn't be in charge of this little team of misfits, Hanna was the next best choice in Jason's opinion. Arceus help him if somehow Irene ever led a mission he was in.

"Well I'm sorry for being a little excited to finally be going on this mission," Jason said, determined not to let Irene ruin his good mood. "Just think, pretty soon we—"

The three girls were spared Jason going into another excited rhetoric by the sound of a loud bell from the intercom system, followed by the voice of the captain of the boat.

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Castelia City in approximately twenty minutes. Please collect all of your belongings from your cabins and prepare to dock. Thank you for choosing Unova Cruise Line for your travels and have a nice day."

"'Bout damn time," Hanna muttered as Jason punched the air and Irene rolled her eyes at him. Jason then proceeded to run to the front of the ship, and, with his right hand shading his eyes, he scanned the waters in front of him for his first glimpse of the infamous Unova Region.

A few seconds later, Jason ran back over to the girls, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Guys, you gotta see this!"

Hesitantly, the girls followed, Irene helping to support Hanna as the four of them made their way to the prow of the ship. There, directly in front of them, Castelia City could clearly be seen as they quickly approached it. Even from the distance they were at, it was obvious that it was no small-time city. Skyscrapers dominated the skyline, standing solidly hundreds of feet into the air. As they got closer, they could make out other details as well, such as some of the flashing lights of signs and billboards scattered all over the city. Even the docks were huge. Hundreds of ships were entering, leaving, or were just docked in the ports, and that was just from what Jason could see.

"Wow," Irene said, her eyes wide. Next to her, Adelaide was sketching furiously in her book, and simply nodded, too focused to do anything else. "It almost reminds me of a city back in our world. Except for, you know, everything having a Pokémon theme to it."

"Welcome to the Unova Region, guys," Hanna said weakly, before promptly leaning over the edge of the railing and noisily losing her lunch.


"I don't think I've ever been more excited to be on dry land before in my life," Hanna groaned. After their boat had docked, the four Agents had quickly made their way onto the waterfront, where they had stopped to let Hanna sit on a bench and recover from her sea sickness. Next to her, Adelaide was gently fanning her with her sketchpad, not really sure what else she could do. Irene had gone off to look for something that might help settle Hanna's stomach, and Jason, well…

"This place is so freakin' awesome!" Jason exclaimed, completely focused on the city instead of his comrade. "The lights! The people! It's unlike anything I've seen in this world yet! This is so much better than boring old Dewford."

"Someone should really calm him down before he wets himself from excitement," Irene mumbled as she returned carrying four bottles of Soda Pop. She handed one each to Hanna and Adelaide. "Here. Hopefully that'll help."

"Thanks, Irene," Hanna said, holding the drink in her hands. "But really, I'm feeling better now. You didn't have to go track down something just for me…"

"Don't worry about it," Irene said, taking a sip from one of the two bottles she still was holding. "I was thirsty anyway, and it wasn't too hard to find a vending machine here. Hey!" she shouted at Jason, trying to get his attention. "Jason! You want this Soda Pop or do you just want to continue spazzing over there and making a complete idiot of yourself? If it's the latter, we don't know you, 'kay?"

Jason paused in his ogling, his grin drooping slightly from Irene's comment. "How come you guys aren't excited?" he asked, making his way back over to the girls and taking the final Soda Pop from Irene.

"We are excited, Jason," Adelaide said quietly. "It's just that we're a bit worried about Hanna right now, that's all."

"Really guys, I'm fine. I really don't feel that sick anymore. Honest," Hanna mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Not to mention we don't want to look like a bunch of tourists and make fools of ourselves by jumping up and down like a bunch of excited little kids," Irene added. "Face it Jason, the three of us are all just a wee bit more mature than you are. Well, maybe a bit more than a 'wee.'"

For the first time that day, the smile fell from Jason's face as he glared at Irene. "What is this, Bag on Jason Day or something? It seems like every other word out of you is some sort of jab at me, Irene. You're acting like Nathan, except just a bit less emo."

Irene rolled her eyes. "Please. Emo Boy and I are nothing alike. And if that's the best insult you can come up with, then you've got some work to do there, Jason. See, I haven't even been trying to rip on you. You'd know if I was. Trust me, I can be very good at trading insults."

Irene winked, before continuing. "The thing is, you're just getting on all of our nerves with your constant going on and on about the mission. You've gotten past the point of annoying the three of us to death, and since Hanna and Adelaide here are too nice to tell you the truth, I've got to do my part to bitch at you every chance I get until you cut it out or we strangle you just to get some peace and quiet."

"It's true," Adelaide mumbled, not looking Jason in the eye. "You have been pretty annoying lately, Jason."

"Could you at least try to tone it down a little bit?" Hanna asked. "You're a good guy Jason, don't get me wrong, but you can be pretty annoying when you get excited…"

Jason took a deep breath. In his old life, before he came to this world and met all of these people, he would have lashed out at comments like that. He would have seen them as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic bullies, and after arguing with them for a while, he would have stormed off to sulk. But things were different now. He had grown. He had learned how to deal with these things better. And these people here seemed to like him, which was more than he could say about some people in his old life. If they were saying he was being annoying…

He sighed. "Fine. I guess I could try to calm down a little bit…" he muttered.

"That's all we want," Hanna said, she and Adelaide now smiling at him.

"Great!" Irene said, clapping her hands together. "Glad we got that all straightened out. Hanna, Adelaide, you can thank me later, 'kay? And Jason? If you start acting like an annoying little boy again, I'm going to toss you in a dumpster."

Jason rolled his eyes and took a sip of his Soda Pop. Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try. Of course, he didn't voice his opinion out loud, as that would probably just lead to more arguing between him and Irene. "So, we all good now?"

"Sure," Hanna said, standing up from her bench and stretching a little. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm a bit tired of sitting around. Let's go check out the city."

"Hanna…"Adelaide said, but Hanna waved her off.

"I told you, I'm fine," she insisted. "Come on, let's go exploring."


"Hotdogs! Get yer hotdogs 'ere! We've got ev'ry toppin' ya'd eber want, 'cluding—"

"Come visit the Castelia City Museum of Art! We've got paintings from artists all over the world, including Castelia's very own—"

"—off everything inside! Just go a few blocks down the street and you'll be sure to see it!"

"Excuse me sir, could I trouble you to take this survey? It will only take a few seconds."

It took Jason a moment to realize that the girl was talking to him. There were so many vendors trying to attract tourists to buy their product or go visit something or other that he didn't even realize the girl was talking to him until she poked his arm.

"Um, excuse me?" she said, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. She looked to be around Jason's age, maybe just a bit older than him, and was wearing a pink visor and had a pad and paper, almost making her look like some kind of miniature reporter.

"Oh, um, sorry," Jason said, rubbing the back of his head. "Did you say something about a survey?"

"Yes!" she said, smiling sweetly at him. "You see, I'm a statistician from Passerby Analytics HQ, so I'm going around conducting a survey with various people all over Castelia. Would you mind me asking you a few questions?"

"A status-passing what?" Jason asked, completely unfamiliar with the mouthful of a title the girl had just thrown at him. "Um, sure?"

"Great!" the brown haired girl cheered. Flipping to another page in her pad, she said, "Okay, okay. First question. What region are you from?"

Oh crap, Jason thought as he tried to think of an answer. The easiest thing would be to say he was from Hoenn, as that was the region where he had first been sucked into, but his accent was an obvious giveaway that he didn't live anywhere near there. "Hm…that's a bit of a tough question," he said jokingly, appearing to think seriously about the survey question while he mentally began to kick himself to come up with somewhere, anywhere obscure that she probably wouldn't know about.

The girl giggled slightly. "You're pretty funny," she said, thinking Jason was just joking. "But really, where are you from?"

"Uh…Narnia," he said, blurting out the first thing that popped into his head, mentally kicking himself again. The girl tilted her head.

"I've never heard of a Narnia Region," she said. "Where is it?"

"Well…uh…"Come on Jason, think! "Uh…well, it's not really a region. It's more of a…town. Yeah. It's the town I'm from. And…uh…it's in the, uh…Oblivious Region? No wait! It's in the Oblivia Region! Yeah, that's what it's called!"

The girl's eyes narrowed slightly. "I see…" she said, jotting something down on her pad. Biting the end of her pen, she stared at Jason, as if studying him. Jason shifted uneasily, glancing around and trying not to look at her.

"And you're sure you're from this…" The girl looked down at her pad. "…town of Narnia in the Oblivia Region?"

"Well…"

"Jason! Stop flirting with that girl and get your ass over here!"

At Irene's shout, Jason turned beet red. He opened his mouth to shout something at Irene, but nothing came out. In front of him, the girl giggled. "I think your friend is calling for you."

"The…da…uh…yeah," Jason replied.

The girl smiled at him, and jotted down another thing on her pad. "Well, if you ever decide to tell me where you're really from, here's my Xtransceiver number. Maybe we could get something to eat and we could finish this survey, or something…"

Blushing slightly herself now, the girl ripped the sheet of paper she had been writing on from her pad and handed it to Jason. She then waved goodbye and walked away, leaving Jason to stare at the paper, dumbstruck.

"Hey! Jason!"

"Uh…right. Coming!" Jason shouted back to Irene. Stuffing the note in his pocket, he shoved his way through the crowd to the corner of the street, where Irene was looking at him smugly.

"Well, well, well," she said, smirking. "What was that all about Jason?"

"Nothing!" he said, a bit louder than necessary. As Irene's smirked got bigger, Jason stammered, "She…just, uh…wanted me to do this…uh, survey thing."

"So that's why she gave you her number, right?"

Jason stared at Irene, surprised. "What do…I mean, how did you know she gave me her number?" he asked.

Beside Irene, Hanna groaned. "Great. Just great. Thanks a lot, Jason."

Adelaide gave her a pat on the back. "I told you not to bet against Irene. She's too good at these kinds of things."

"But still, this is Jason we're talking about!" Hanna replied, hiding her face in her hands. "Who in their right mind would ever bet that he could score some random girl's phone number?"

"Hey!"

"Don't forget though, Hanna, that little Jason here is in a relationship," Irene said, grinning. "I wonder what Kristie would think of all this." Irene winked at Jason. "After all, I don't think your girlfriend would like it if she knew that you're going around and hitting on other girls, Jason."

"For the last time, Kristie is not my girlfriend!" Jason shouted, drawing the attention of a few passing by pedestrians. "She and I are just friends, alright? No matter what you, or Jayla, or Hanna, or anyone else says!"

"Trust me, you two are totally a couple. No ifs, ands, or buts about it," Irene said, Hanna and Adelaide smiling and nodding in agreement.

Jason grumbled under his breath, too quietly for any of the girls to hear. "So, what do we do now that we finally made it here to Unova?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well…I guess we should explore the city a bit," Hanna answered, deciding to take pity on him and drop the Kristie thing. "Ade's already gotten a few sketches of the city drawn, so when we get the chance we should send those. And we should probably take a few photos while we're at it."

"I've got a camera in my bag," Adelaide said, motioning to the bag she was carrying on her shoulder. "So if you want, I could start taking some pictures…"

"That'd be great, Ade," Hanna said, patting Adelaide on the back.

"What do you want the rest of us to do, oh mighty leader?" Jason asked, bowing slightly and grinning at Hanna. Hanna just rolled her eyes.

"Well…I don't know. We could split up and go explore some of the city, or we could all get something to eat. I'm actually starting to get a bit hungry, haha. Or we could—"

"Blah, blah, blah," Irene said, cutting Hanna off. "You know something? This is the biggest fucking city I've ever seen in this world. You know what that means? We're going shopping. Now."

And with that, Irene grabbed Hanna's wrist, and began to drag the younger girl away from Jason and Adelaide, heading towards some promising looking stores a few blocks away.

"W-Wait! Irene!" Hanna cried, trying to loosen the death-grip the red head had on her.

"You lost the bet, remember?" Irene asked, winking back at Hanna. Hanna's shoulders slumped at the mention of their bet, and she sighed.

"…Fine," she mumbled.

"Adelaide, feel free to join us if you want to!" Irene shouted back to the other girl, before continuing to drag Hanna away. In a second they were swallowed by the giant crowds of people on the streets.

"Well," Jason said, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I guess that just leaves you and me, Adelaide."

"…Adelaide?"

Not hearing a response from the girl, Jason turned around and saw that she was no longer standing where she had been just moments before Irene had dragged Hanna off to her little shopping experience of doom. Whipping his head back and forth, he quickly scanned the crowds, and spied Adelaide walking down a street in the opposite direction that Irene and Hanna had just gone.

"Adelaide!" he shouted, trying to get her attention.

This time, Adelaide turned around, and waved at Jason. "I'm going to get a Casteliacone," she said, motioning to a small ice cream shop advertising said brand of ice cream. Jason could hardly see the signs though, as the line for the shop not only went out the door in front of the building, but also around the street corner a good forty feet or so away.

Forget that, Jason thought, having no desire to stand in a line that long just for some ice cream. "Good luck!" he called back.

With that, he turned and continued down the same street that their group of four had been walking down before going through the impromptu split.

Guess I'm all by myself now…


"Alright, let's see here… Which way?" Jason mumbled to himself, glancing at the roads to his right and left. He had been wandering around Castelia aimlessly for about twenty minutes, taking in the sights and seeing if there was anything interesting for him to do to pass the time. After all, he needed to find something to keep him occupied while Irene was on her shopping spree.

Plus, the fact that he was completely and utterly lost helped spur him onwards.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he took the left path, hoping that it might take him back to a road he recognized. But then again, how was he supposed to know what street it was even if he did miraculously recognize it? This was a new city that he knew nothing about. He didn't even have a map! It could take him hours just to run into one of his teammates. And knowing his luck, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Well, so far, this isn't what I was expecting, Jason thought as he walked down his new path. There didn't seem to be too many people on this street. In fact, it looked more like an over glorified alleyway than anything. But he could still see that it opened up into a larger street a little ways ahead, where he could hopefully get some idea of where the heck he was. I mean, I thought it was going to be like the games where you get to go out, catch a bunch of sweet new Pokémon, and kick anyone's butt who dares to challenge your mightiness. Instead, I'm lost in the middle of a city while Irene's off torturing Hanna and Adelaide is going to spend two more hours standing in line just for some stupid ice cream cone.

He sighed. This would have been so much easier if I could have just come by myself. If I didn't have to wait for my teammates, I could be out on the nearest route, searching for new Pokémon that we haven't documented yet. And then once I got back, I could rub it in everyone's faces that I have these awesome new Pokémon that they've never seen before. Then maybe they'd see that I'm not some stupid kid anymore, and actually give me some respect. Especially if I beat up Nathan. Yeah, that'd be pretty sweet…

"Paaaaa…"

What the hell…? Jason asked as he stopped in his tracks. To his right, where the growl had come from, was a much smaller alleyway. Or, more accurately, a little nook for a giant dumpster to sit in so it wouldn't be blocking the other alleyway too much.

At first, Jason thought he must have been mistaken. Nothing could have fit inside the alcove with the dumpster sitting there. But, even as he watched, two giant red orbs suddenly blinked into existence, almost seeming to glow in the shadows.

Jason jumped back in surprise, his hand falling to the Poké Balls at his belt. What the hell is that?

As he watched, the orbs seemed to shift around a little, sometimes focusing on him and sometimes focusing at something else in some other direction. They also seemed to flicker occasionally, randomly disappearing before popping into existence a second later.

Being the natural investigator that he was, it didn't take long for Jason to figure out what he was really looking at.

"They're eyes," he mumbled, "but not any kind that I've ever seen." Making up his mind, he grabbed one of the Poké Balls from his belt and held it up at face level, ready to throw it. "Alright. There's only one of them. No problem."

As luck would have it though, Jason was quickly proved wrong in his assumption that there was only one Pokémon hiding in the dark. As soon as he finished speaking, a second set of eyes appeared, quickly followed by a third. Then a fourth. And finally, a fifth.

Crap, Jason thought, tightening the grip on his Poké Ball. One he could probably take. Five mysterious enemies though? He didn't like his chances, especially in such a confined space.

"Paaaaatraaaaaa…"

At once, a cacophony of growls and squeaks erupted from the shadows, and Jason took an involuntary step back. The eyes seemed to be moving around more rapidly now, as if they were trying to confuse him. And then once they did, no doubt they would attack…

The final straw was the object that was flung out of the shadows. Jason never saw what it was. All he knew was that something came flying out of the dark, almost hitting him in the head, before bouncing against the wall behind him. At that, Jason took off running, not bothering to spare a glance back to see if he was being chased.

He burst out onto the busier road at a full sprint, almost running into a group of senior citizens. As it was, he barely avoided colliding with an old man, and instead ended up flinging himself to the right at the last moment, crashing into a garbage can and sprawling face-first onto the concrete walkway.

"Stupid hooligans," the old man muttered, whacking Jason on the head with his cane as he passed him, not even trying to help the boy up.

Crazy old man, Jason thought, sitting up and rubbing the spot where he had just gotten thumped.

If he had looked back at the alleyway, he could have seen a group of five Patrat happily rolling and tossing a battered old ball back and forth, enjoying playing with the new toy they had just found in the dumpster.


After dusting himself off a little bit, Jason continued down the new street he was one, trying to distance himself from whatever demons that had almost attacked him in that alleyway and trying to see if he recognized anything from his earlier wanderings around the city to give him a clue as to where he was.

Naturally, he didn't see anything remotely familiar.

Instead, as he continued to walk along, he noticed that up ahead the skyscrapers suddenly seemed to end, only to be replaced by…trees? Yes, those were trees. They were a bit hard to see what with the skyscrapers blocking most of them, but from what Jason could see the trees far too few and too evenly spaced to be natural.

The closer he got to the strange little cluster of plants, the more he could make out what it really was. It appeared to be some sort of square, circular in shape, with multiple streets branching off of it like spokes of a wheel. He couldn't tell much else about the little plaza though, as a giant crowd of people seemed to be gathered there, all intently focusing on something in front of them.

"What the heck's going on there?" Jason mumbled to himself, quickening his pace.


Even as he got closer though, Jason couldn't see what all the people were staring at. There were just far too many of them, and despite his slightly taller-than-average height, he was just too far back to make out anything past all of the constantly shifting people who were also trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that was in the middle of the square. So Jason did the only thing he could do.

"Coming through!" he shouted, barreling into the crowd, his arms flailing as he tried to push his way through. All around him people began to cry out indignantly at his rudeness, and some even began to push back. Now against one person, Jason could have easily made his way past. But a giant mob? He was thrown back out before he could even try to fight back, and for the second time that day, he ended up sprawled out on the cold, hard ground, a few quickly developing bruises to show for his efforts.

"Well, that didn't work," Jason muttered, sitting up and rubbing his elbow. Shifting his hand to his belt, he clasped one of his Poké Balls in his hand. "Time for plan B…"

In the middle of the plaza, his back to the crowd and facing a large, glistening water fountain, stood a rather…eccentric looking man. Pushing his bushy hair out of his eyes with his arm, he stared intently at the canvas in front of him, simply studying his creation. Then, with a flick of his hand, his brush flashed across the board, returned to the palette in his left hand, and then made a few more broad strokes across the canvas before pausing again.

"It is done!" he announced happily, turning around to face the crowd. In response, the throng gave a loud cheer, to which the man gave a broad wave.

"Thank you," the man chuckled, giving a little bow to his supporters. "And now for—"

From the crowd, a woman suddenly screamed. Many others were looking up to the sky and pointing, while a few farther away were frantically looking around, wondering where the sudden shriek had come from and if they should be concerned.

Curious, the man titled his head up to the sky, just in time to see a person falling right to him. The man's eyes only had time to widen slightly as the boy—or more accurately, the teenager—landed in front of him, a grin plastered to his face.

"Hah!" he said, turning around and sticking his tongue out to the crowd. Then, remembering why he had come there in the first place, the brown haired teen turned back around and looked at where he had landed.

"What the heck are you supposed to be?" the teen asked, his blue eyes taking in the strange man before him. He was wearing a green, long sleeved v-neck shirt with a white undershirt visible under that. But that was where the normalcy of his appearance ended. Below his shirt, he had a pair of pink and green vertically striped pants, and a belt with a large butterfly belt buckle. Even his shoes matched his pants, also being pink and green in color, making the teen vaguely wonder just where he had gotten such an ugly pair of sneakers. And if that wasn't enough, he also had a large pink scarf wrapped around his neck.

"I believe it's normal for visitors to introduce themselves first," the man replied, his droopy eyes staring right back at the teen, taking in his appearance. The teen was tall; even as tall as he was, and his hair even managed to add an inch or two to his height. Even so, he appeared to still be rather young, probably around fifteen or so. He was wearing a simple getup that easily told him that the teen was a Trainer of some sort. He had a long sleeved red shirt, brown board shorts, and a pair of black and red Running Shoes. Nothing too flashy, just a simple attire that was perfect for traveling.

"Name's Jason," the teen replied.

"Jason…" the man said, sounding thoughtful. "Tell me Jason, why did you decide to drop in on my little presentation?"

Jason shrugged. "I wanted to know what was going on, since I saw the crowd. But they wouldn't let me through to see, so I just used my Pelipper to fly over."

"Pel!" the pelican circling in the sky above Jason called, drawing quite a few more stares to the odd bird.

"So anyway, who are you and what exactly are you doing that's so exciting?" Jason asked. "You're not a clown, are you? 'Cause you see, I don't really like clowns all that much, and you kind of look like one."

The man's eyes dropped a little lower. "My name is Burgh, and I was simply working on my latest piece of art when you rudely—"

"Art?" Jason asked, shoving past Burgh to look at the painting, much to the shock of the crowd. They began to yell at him, which Jason simply shrugged off as he studied the picture.

"…Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?" Jason asked, turning around and staring at Burgh.

Burgh cocked an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

"Are you kidding?" Jason asked, grabbing the canvas and causing quite a few gasps to erupt from the crowd. "This thing looks like one of those stupid color by number pictures that's been scribbled in badly by a three-year-old."

At that, Jason held the canvas up above his head, showing the picture to the crowd. Indeed, it did loosely resemble a color by number art project: there were many different black lines running across the board, zigzagging this, that, and every which way, forming some rough-looking shapes in some places. In others, you could hardly tell that the black lines were there at all, as all sorts of different colors of paint littered the portrait, densely packed in the middle and then less and less the closer one got to the edges.

Instead of agreeing with him though, the crowd immediately began to boo Jason, hurling insults at him left and right, many of which were too indecent and vulgar to repeat. Some even threatened to beat him to a bloody pulp for daring to insult one of the great Burgh's masterpieces.

Burgh, however, simply shrugged at Jason's criticism. "It's abstract art. It's meant to be experienced differently by different people. What you may see isn't what others may see."

"Yeah!" one man from the crowd shouted, agreeing with Burgh. "It's obviously a picture of shattered glass, and the color is simply a representation of the explosion of force that had caused the glass to shatter!"

"What?" a woman yelled at him. "You've got it all wrong! It's obviously a rainbow, but a broken one, symbolizing everything from destroyed beauty to tarnished hopes and dreams! It's much deeper than simply some stupid piece of glass being broken!"

"No, no, you've both got it wrong," a third man argued. "It's supposed to be a picture of something that just got hit by a bunch of paintballs, and the bad effects vandalism can have on our city. It's a message for all the teenagers out there to stop tarnishing the sides of our buildings with their graffiti."

At this, the crowd erupted into frenzy shouts and accusations amongst themselves, arguing what Burgh's painting was truly a painting of. Burgh, meanwhile, simply gave Jason what he believed to be a smug look, although to him the effect of Burgh's droopy eyes with the smirk made him look high more than anything else. Jason, meanwhile, simply snorted and none too gently threw the picture back onto the easel.

"I think you're all freakin' crazy," Jason mumbled, too quiet for the arguing crowd to hear.

Behind him, Burgh held up his hand, and immediately the roar of the crowd died down, as the man obviously had something he wanted to say.

"I see you're not much of a fan," Burgh remarked, noting Jason's demeanor. Jason snorted.

"I guess you can say that. I'm not really a fan of worthless stuff like art." At this, Jason began to walk away, making sure to head in the direction that would take him around the fountain and away from the mob and the crazy clown painter. "Anyway, I'm outta here. I can't be wasting my time dealing with weirdoes like you guys."

"Hey, watch your mouth!" a third man from the crowd shouted. "You should learn how to respect your elders you little brat, especially when you're talking to a Gym Leader!"

Jason froze in his tracts. Slowly, he turned around to face Burgh again, a questioning look on his face.

"Ah, yes," Burgh said, scratching his cheek and not looking at Jason. "I forgot, I didn't finish my introduction. I'm Burgh, and not only am I a celebrated artist here in Castelia City, but I'm also the Gym Leader here."

Jason blinked, once. Twice. And then he facepalmed.

"Oh Arceus, you've got to be kidding me…"


Alright, time for some explanations!

First of all, this fic shall be a series of short arcs or one-shots, focusing on a couple of characters and their adventures in the universe the story Game Freaks is set in. Obviously, this first arc focuses mainly on Jason and some of the first explorations into the Unova region before Celeste ever came along. Note that these arcs and one-shots do not necessarily go in order of happening; rather, they shall be posted as they are thought up and written, with no regard for keeping them in a timeline whatsoever.

Also, the term "crossover" as used in this fic is referring to part of Yasmin's speech to Celeste in chapter four of Game Freaks. Basically, it is the process of going from one world to another, or in other words, crossing over the bridge connecting the two.

For those of you reading this and have not yet read Game Freaks, I recommend that you do. It's a nice fic, and a lot funnier than this one could ever hope to be. Plus, if you do want to continue reading these short plots, it might just help to clear up some confusion.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hopefully the second and final chapter of this arc will be up soon, but no promises since I also have two other fics I should be working on, haha.

Jason – I'm Just That Awesome

Irene – Undercover Badass

Adelaide – Mayari Magpa-Kailanman

Hanna – duct tape equals love