Hello there. Welcome to my story. As you might expect, the purpose of this story is to entertain. Not just you, reading this, but it makes me happy as well. I enjoy thinking of these characters, creating and molding their personalities. And so does Impulse, apparently. Anyway, this world of mine has been an idea of mine for quite some time, about one year. I believe I am ready to communicate these ideas to the internet. This story takes place about 200 years after the main storyline of Pokémon: Super Mystery Dungeon. So if you've played that game, some of this should seem familiar. But time has been beneficial to some Pokémon, and harmful to others.
I love Pokémon. I love this world. So here you go. A free ticket into this world of mine. I have already started having fun. And, nothing would make me happier, or more satisfied, than if you join me on this ride. Now then, shall we begin?
World 1-1: Dreams, Anger and Fluffiness
It was another ordinary day in Lively Town. The Pidgey and Spearow flew harmlessly overhead, not a single care weighing them down. The multicolored houses below held countless Pokémon, organized by their primary type. An intense rumble match had just started in the steel-walled stadium, which was shaped like a coliseum. Far behind the housing was a forest, in which two specific Pokémon currently dwelled.
` NightMyst was her name. She had hidden her home deep in the dense trees and shrubs, attempting to hide her nighttime habits. Today she woke up later than usual, but this didn't bother the lunar goddess. She stretched her paws out and yawned. Once she was, what she considered, "fully awake;" she started hovering a few inches above the ground. She accomplished this with her immense psychic power. Once this was done, she used this power to teleport herself straight out of the forest.
Impulse, the local grass snake, didn't call this forest home. He just sometimes slept there when he needed to be alone. He usually had problems waking up, much more so than NightMyst. With a reluctant groan, he stretched himself out from the comfortable little coil position, that all grass snakes sleep in. Once he was straight, he used his hands to push himself onto his tiny little feet. Not having psychic abilities meant he had to walk out of the forest. Impulse looked around, trying to find a mark in the trees.
He saw it after about two minutes of searching. A piece of the bark was torn off of a nearby tree. Impulse had done this a long time ago, so that he would know exactly what direction to travel when he needed to get back to the town. He walked past the tree, but he decided to take one last look at this mystical place before he left.
The clearing had about twenty to thirty berry trees, each bearing a different fruit. These trees were planted in a perfect circle around a circular pond. The pond's water was so clear, one could easily see to the bottom of it. This water was also so pure, so tasty. Impulse adored drinking it before he slept. When he did, he would have the most wonderful dreams. Just thinking about this made him sleepy. Fortunately, the walk out of the forest requires just enough energy to flow so that it wakes him up.
Impulse left his sanctuary, happy this place had only been discovered by himself. He walked through the forest at a pace that other Pokémon would consider running. Snivy were notoriously fast, and they evolve into the fastest grounded Pokémon in existence, Serperior. Impulse was also a special case, having a "perfect" speed IV. He was the fastest Snivy alive! In battle, he could easily out-maneuver his foes, forcing them into taking a wild shot. He would then land a precise blow before repeating the process.
Impulse found amusement in participating and watching battles. It helped him de-stress after a hard day at school, and it allowed him to get his energy out so he could sleep. Sometimes it would make him mad, but not for long. He knew it didn't really matter. After a few minutes, Impulse should be back to his usual self.
Impulse was happy most of the time. Very few things will make him mad at you. When he does get angry, it is near impossible for him to think. At this point, almost any attempt to talk to him will result in a frenzied outburst of attacks. These episodes were few and far between, but created such a violent and disruptive maniac that his father sent him to a psychic. The psychic tried to tell Impulse that his anger was a choice, but he refused to change it. Believe it or not, he argues that, actually, it brings out the best in him.
News of Impulse's outbursts made him a feared icon in society, especially schoolchildren that couldn't understand him. This was Impulse's exact purpose: make Pokémon fear him, so that way they would leave him alone. This ideology of Impulse's caught the attention of the Cresselia, NightMyst. The lunar goddess started to watch Impulse at school, without him noticing. The way she did this was she made herself so small, Impulse couldn't see her. She then just had to teleport onto Impulse's body and the fun would begin. It was a tough task, being so small, but it was worth it. In doing this, she had learned lots about Impulse's personality and the things he likes.
As it turns out, the little Snivy wanted to be a Dungeon Crawler. A Dungeon Crawler goes and traverses the Mystery Dungeons, which were scattered across the entire planet, in the name of science. A Dungeon Crawler is reserved for the strongest, smartest, or most crafty individuals. As a Dungeon Crawler, you cannot be afraid to try new things. Experimentation is the key personality trait of every Dungeon Crawler, Dungeon Analyzer, and Dungeon Master.
But these jobs are not something that one just signs up for. The three groups get together to choose a new Pokémon for each position every three years. Actually, a Dungeon Crawler was chosen one year, then a Dungeon Master would be selected and announced. The year after, a Dungeon Analyzer would be picked. These three jobs made up, what is known as, the Mystery Dungeon Scientists of the Expedition Society.
This wing was one of many different wings, each stationed on a different continent. Here on the Water Continent, the Mystery Dungeon Scientists were stationed. On the Grass Continent, there were the Rescue Teams, those who braved the Mystery Dungeons to revive and assist those who need help in or with a Mystery Dungeon. On the Air Continent was where the Great Historians dwelled. The Mist Continent held the Communications Center.
These weren't the only jobs available to Pokémon. There was a shop at every town, owned by the Kecleon family for generations. They had an immense stash of items useful for exploring Mystery Dungeons. They sold them to any Pokémon that wanted the items. There was also the Kangaskhan Café, where you could get vibrant berry juices, delicious sodas, and, not to mention, amazing meals. This was where Impulse usually went every day to get some soda before school.
Last night, Impulse forgot to take his PokeCoins (this world's currency,) to his hideout. So he had to go his mother's home and gather his stash of money. As Impulse exited the forest's shrubbery, a line of residential houses greeted him. Actually, the doors were on the other side. Impulse had to walk right between two of them before he knew which one to take.
On each house's roof was a symbol for a type. This was key, as the flooring of the houses would be slightly different for each house type. All 16 types were here, and Impulse's type, grass, was somewhere in the middle. There weren't actually any doors, but black doorways that seemed to go into nothingness. When Impulse approached the doorway of the grass house, a green light materialized in front of him. It then proceeded to explode into a grassy pathway in front of him, which gave way onto a wooden floor. Impulse happily went in.
Immediately coming to greet him was his mother, Leafisis. Upon seeing his mother, Impulse twirled on one foot, happy to see her. Impulse loved his mom. She was a very kind, laid back Serperior that enjoyed nothing more than a long, quiet day alone. She used to work at Kangaskhan Café, until her husband, Snowfang, got into a decent job in Serene Village as the school's Vice Principal. The two met while Leafisis was still working, and they instantly fell in love with each other. Four years later, they created an egg that eventually hatched into Impulse.
Impulse's father usually wasn't home when Impulse went to school. He was very stubborn, often not willing to compromise with anyone. He also had a short fuse. When it was lit, it would cause Snowfang to use Ice Fang on whoever made him mad, hence the name. Despite the fact that Ice Fang does double damage to Serperior, Leafisis still loved the Glaceon like nothing else.
Leafisis was holding a silver coin in her tiny, stubby little hands. It had the letter P engraved into it. This was a silver PokeCoin, worth three times a copper PokeCoin. Its precise value was one-hundred and eighty "P". "P" is the term used to discuss a PokeCoin's wealth. One soda from the café would cost 60 P. So, the coin Leafisis had would buy three sodas.
Impulse took the coin, but not before he gave his mother a hug with his own tiny little hands. Leafisis smiled at her child. After Impulse took the coin, a soft, somewhat raspy voice came from the Serperior's mouth. "Impulse," it called. Impulse looked up, staring into to her mother's eyes. Most could not stand to look at them, but Impulse was either amused or soothed by her glare. "My little biscuit, you left your backpack here!"
Impulse was shocked. Not only had he left his money, but his school supplies as well? Not a good start to Impulse's day. He was so angry, he smacked his head to the side with his left hand. If anyone else saw him, they would be concerned with Impulse's mental health. But Leafisis knew that this was just Impulse letting his anger out. When he was calmed down, Impulse looked around the home.
To his right was a trough, made of steel, hanging out of the wall. This was the water shaft, where Impulse and Leafisis could get some of the liquid they needed to survive. It was operated by twisting a plus-shaped handle on the wall, which would raise the steel barrier holding the water back. The water would pour in and fill up a large metal bucket that Impulse had made a while back.
On his left side was nothing but wall. Pure, wooden wall. It blocked the light outside, ensuring that sleeping during the day won't give the Photo synthesizers too much energy. That has happened to Impulse once, and he nearly got arrested by the police and sent to a Pokémon Center for mental rehab.
Behind Leafisis was a stairway leading to the bedroom, where Impulse's family slept. Impulse also sometimes slept here if he didn't have the energy to go all the way to his hideout. As his father liked to be somewhat cheap, they slept on piles of cotton rather than actual beds. Impulse liked the fluffiness, but Leafisis would rather sleep on the floor. The stuff would always seem to stick to her for some reason.
Impulse couldn't see his backpack, so he assumed it had to be upstairs. He started walking, and he could hear his mother opening the water shaft behind him. The stairwell was really half stairs, half ramp. Leafisis can't climb stairs without a hook to grab onto. Impulse ascended the stairs calmly, not caring what his mother was up to at the time. It only took four seconds for him to completely climb the stairs, and he saw his backpack in between the three makeshift beds.
As Impulse grabbed his backpack, he was hit with a jolt of energy. This would happen from time to time, and it's where he got his name. When this energy strikes him, he just does the first thing that comes to mind. This is usually a bad thing, as it's either disruptive or violent. Thankfully, the only one he's ended up hurting is himself and his mother. This time, it caused him to rush back to the ramp and slide down it. This surprised his mother.
Leafisis panicked when he saw Impulse going so fast. She felt a strong desire to stop from Impulse getting hurt. Even if it meant she took damage. Leafisis slithered directly in between Impulse and the exit, and Impulse came to a screeching halt just before he rammed into his mother.
"Please, Impulse!" his mother begged. "Calm down!" Impulse reluctantly sat down where he was, not even thinking of disobeying his own mother. It was at this point that he noticed the bottle of water she was holding with her vines. When Impulse seemed calm enough, she gave the bottle to Impulse. The vines retracted back into the Serperior's shoulders when Impulse put his hands on it. The bottle seemed a bit big for him. "You don't want to be thirsty during your test, right?"
Please, fool, Impulse thought, I'm just about to go get some soda. Leafisis wasn't very smart or logical, but she had definite skill and ability. She just didn't like using it. Not keen on making his mother sad, he accepted the water bottle being given to him. Impulse nodded in response to his mother's question.
Impulse swung his backpack onto the floor. He undid the clip that was holding it closed, and fed the water bottle into the opening. With some difficulty, he clipped it back up. Afterwards, he slipped the silver PokeCoin into a little pocket of the backpack. "Hey, mom?" Impulse said. His voice was actually somewhat high-pitched, and raspy like his mother's. "Thanks for doing so much for me."
"Impulse, you don't have to thank me." Leafisis shook her head. "I do this because I love you, and I want to see you succeed."
"Love you too! Bye!" Impulse trotted out of the doorway back into the outside world. Directly in front of him was the Arena, where Pokémon could partake in organized battles, or even rumbles. Impulse ignored this, as he didn't have time. He turned to his left, and dashed towards Kangaskhan café. He was about to enter the doorway, this one didn't have that sort of magic, when he saw another Pokémon enter the café.
It wasn't just any Pokémon that he saw. None other than NightMyst, the Dungeon Master, graced him with her presence. Impulse was stunned. He had never seen her before, and she looked beautiful. The moon-shaped helmet-like head she had was glistening in the morning sun. Equally reflective of the light were her lunar rings, majestically sparkling as she hovered through the air. Her purple body and tannish belly seemed to place a nice little bow on this spectacular spectacle of a Pokémon. Many times had her unrivaled beauty caused male Pokémon to be infatuated just by looking at her.
There are quite a few Pokémon that would give everything away for a chance to be in a relationship with NightMyst. Others were so affectionate, it made everyone else sick. While NightMyst didn't mind the affection, she didn't like the idea of getting into a romantic relationship with anyone. She made this painfully clear at last year's Dungeon Master ceremony. The new dungeon master seemed to seriously be in love with NightMyst for quite a while. After some time, SirNomsALot got used to being around her and the affection died down.
Impulse wasn't any exception to getting infatuated by NightMyst. But when he wanted to start rubbing her lunar rings, a bunch of different possibilities raced through his mind. The one his mind eventually fixed on was as follows: It might upset NightMyst to be rubbed there, and she might hate him for it, ruining Impulse's chances to become a Dungeon Crawler. So Impulse just stood there, hoping NightMyst didn't see him. She didn't, and Impulse entered the café.
The place was somewhat noisy with all the Pokémon talking about various things. Only one Pokémon, SirNomsALot, even noticed that she had entered. SirNomsALot waved at NightMyst, and shouted, "Over here, Sir!" NightMyst was the opposite of a "Sir," but didn't really care about it. SirNomsALot calls everyone Sir. NightMyst went over to the wooden table where the Mawile was sitting at. Impulse needed to be on his best behavior with them watching.
Very calmly, Impulse approached a square-shaped counter in the center of the room. Behind the counter, Chef Delphox was putting on what looked like some fireworks show to a Popplio and a Staravia. Also behind the counter, Kangaskhan VI (the sixth) was watching him approach. When Impulse was close to the stand, she spoke up.
"Impulse!" she said enthusiastically. "How are you doing!" Kangaskhan were known for having this sort of friendly, happy nature. She remembered every Pokémon that ever ordered something from this establishment. When Impulse failed to answer, she spoke once more. "The usual today?" she asked, reaching under the table and grabbing a glass bottle. Inside the bottle was a silver liquid. This was known as a Soda Pop. It tasted amazing and almost instantly restored battle damage, but it also had one additional effect on Impulse.
Nobody but chemists understand this, but the stuff in the Soda Pop actually calms Impulse down for a short time. He will become more willing to work, cooperate, and behave. The school he goes to usually doesn't allow soda in the building, but he has received doctor instruction to take it with him to drink. By Pokémon law, if the school doesn't comply with a psychic or doctor's orders, they will be charged a 1000 P fine. So the staff just lets him have it.
Impulse reached into his backpack and pulled out the silver coin his mother gave him. He placed it on the table and said, "Yes, please." Kangaskhan was a bit taken aback by this politeness. Impulse doesn't usually say please or anything like that. He's usually just a rude little fool.
"Why the sudden politeness?" Kangaskhan asked. Impulse pointed in the general direction of NightMyst and SirNomsALot. Kangaskhan took one look at where Impulse was pointing and understood. "I see." Little did he know, they were talking about Impulse and looking at him.
"So that's him," NightMyst explained to the Mawile. "He's the one I nominate for the Dungeon Crawler position next month."
"The green one?" SirNomsALot asked. "But sir looks quite young! Are you sure he can handle the responsibility?"
"I've had my eye on him for quite some time, and my suspicions have been confirmed. The kid's dream is to be a dungeon crawler. And he already knows what every item in existence does!"
"What will he bring to the team of current Dungeon Crawlers?"
"Two things. Speed and luck. Our current team has almost no Pokémon that are fast, and the one we do have is a Dungeon Analyst. And you can never have too much luck." SirNomsALot nodded, the giant mouth behind her bobbing up and down.
"I'll discuss this with the rest of the dungeon scientists. Meanwhile, sir, make sure he is mature enough to handle a job like this."
If Impulse had even heard a fragment of this discussion, he would have flipped out. No, really, he would be doing front flips and backflips and any other flip imaginable. But Impulse didn't hear them over the chatter of the other Pokémon. He had no idea that he had just been recommended to be something of his dreams. He took the Soda Pop off of the counter, and Kangaskhan took the coin he placed on the counter for him. Kangaskhan opened a drawer and placed the silver coin inside of it. He then took out two copper coins and handed those to Impulse.
"Thank you," Impulse said, putting the bottle on the floor and grabbing the coins. He shoved them into the pocket where he placed the silver coin before. Kangaskhan was smiling at Impulse.
"No," Kangaskhan thanked, "thank you for being so polite. It feels nice to get that in the morning." Impulse wouldn't show it, but these words had a profound effect on him. He took the Soda Pop and walked out of the door peacefully. Moments after he left the building, he got another burst of energy. He smacked the bottle in his hands on the ground. All it did was make a dent in the dirt.
Now it was time for Impulse to walk to school. He was running a bit late, but it didn't bother him. If he needed to, he could dash to the school and get there five minutes early. But this would eat up his energy, so he only did it when he absolutely needed to. This time, he simply walked a little bit faster than normal, walking right by the arena and onto a sandy pathway. Thankfully, there were no Mystery Dungeons between here and there.
As Impulse walked along the path, clutching the Soda Pop with both hands, his mind began to wander to the classes he had today. It was Thursday. This meant he had Algebra and English. Impulse loved math, but hated English. It figures he'd have them on the same day. He had a test today in English class, involving prepositions and prepositional phrases. Impulse didn't understand the point of learning all this. He believed that if one successfully communicates all intended ideas, the way you wrote it didn't matter. He even asked to drop the class a few times, but the staff said he needed all six years of English to graduate.
Impulse would often not do writing assignments because he felt they wouldn't produce a piece of writing that was worth the effort. "You cannot force great writing," Impulse would always say, "just like you can't force great music." He would argue that for a piece of writing would have to be inspired and done of one's free will, rather than assigned and done for no reason other than to get a reward. Impulse needed the process of creating and modifying characters, making new worlds, and he just couldn't do that with most assignments. His arguments made him a celebrity in his English classes over the years, but the teachers wouldn't agree with him, knocking every point away with one trick or another.
This was Impulse's third year of school. You were required to do at least six years of learning before you are considered an adult, and capable of making intelligent decisions. Math usually wasn't a problem for Impulse, but this year he had a teacher who he seriously didn't like. His name was Mack, and his species was Typhlosion. Mack liked Impulse, to an extent. He did not tolerate when Impulse's sudden outbursts would disrupt the entire class. Often when Impulse did this, he would be instructed to stay after class and discuss this with Mack. They would then get into an argument, but since Impulse was afraid of fire, he would always run when Mack lit up.
The school was finally in view. Impulse was ready to start the day. He was about fifty yards from the front door when he heard it. Bells chimed, creating a nice melody. This signified the start of class. Impulse was late. He dashed into the school building at top speed, barely entering before the door closed on him. With a sigh of relief, Impulse unscrewed the cap off his soda. He drank a small bit of it, and could instantly feel the relief from his anxiety. With this done, he headed to his math class.
END OF CHAPTER 1
My goodness. I did it. I think this the best work I have created to this day. Never before have I read the story back to myself and could feel the energy I put into it. It's still not exactly professional, but I enjoyed writing this. I'm actually crying tears of joy as I type this. I'm just so proud of what I have created, what I have started. The adventure has begun. I promise you, this story will continue. This is a wonderful world I have created. I will protect it at all costs. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. With that said, I hope you have a nice day. 3
Update 12-7-2016: First chapters are hard. I honestly think this chapter was over-glorified in my mind when I first finished it, and that's why I rushed it out. I haven't changed much, just a few misspellings and some word choice. Also, I took the name of Impulse's father, Frostbite, and gave it to a different Pokémon you'll see in the next chapter. His new name is Snowfang.
I am splitting the story into multiple different arcs, each split into 4 to five different acts. Yep, this is going to be multiple stories, all taking place in the world of the Dungeon Crawlers. That is what I have now decided.
P.S.- Expect a new chapter in a few days! I have written it entirely, it just needs to be proofread. I have to take the rest of the day to come down from the high of writing the thing, though. When it arrives, it will be better and longer than this one, I promise.