The Pokemon Overlord.
Chapter 1: Reborn through betrayal.
Wes lurched forward through the desert. He was moving on broken bones and a stick he found to hold up his bleeding body. Every step caused extreme pain, and his blood boiled with rage. Rage that pushed him onward through a blazing hot desert, despite him being almost dead already. And as he trekked on, he thought back to how he ended up like that.
FLASHBACK.
Wes had defeated Cipher and completed his quest to put an end to the Shadow pokemon plan. The entire Orre region owed him big time for all he had done. And how did they repay that debt? How did they show their gratitude? Robbery and attempted murder is how!
Shortly after he finished purifying the last Shadow pokemon, he was ambushed by assailants who used sleeping powder to knock him out and then robbed him blind. They tied him up, stole his snag machine, his pokemon, his money, and all the stuff he had with him. Then they hacked into his online storage account and stole all the pokemon and items he had in storage. Then they beat him and tortured him until he was near death. Once they were convinced he would die from those injuries if not quickly rushed to a hospital, they took him out to the middle of a desert and left him there to die slow.
The ones who did that to him weren't some leftovers of Team Snaggem or Cipher, they were the residents of the Orre region that he had helped. Rather than rewarding him for saving them and doing the jobs they should've been able to do themselves, they decided to just murder him, take everything he had, and then steal the credit for everything he's done. They even teamed up with some of the criminals he defeated to ensure they'd get away with it.
They had no excuses for their actions, they were just assholes that couldn't stand him and wanted to steal his hard-earned glory.
When they left him to die slowly in the desert with nothing more than a bloodied body full of broken bones and ruptured organs, he vowed he would survive, then come back and hunt them down. His rage and thirst for revenge drove him to his feet and pushed him onward.
Flashback end.
But despite his determination, it was slow going. He knew the nearest place was over a week away at his current pace, and he was getting thirstier with each step. Unless he found something out there, or someone found him, the desert would become his grave.
He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind and think of what came later. Rui was not among the attackers, and she had an obvious crush on him, so she was most likely unaware of what happened and would've helped him if she did. But her grandfather was among the attackers, so her secretly being involved, or at least knowing and not stopping them was a possibility he couldn't rule out.
At this point he couldn't think of anyone he could trust. Even if he was able to get patched up somewhere before getting found out, he'd have to find a place to lie low until he was fully recovered and had a way to defend himself. And for that he'd need his ride, he'd need money, and he'd need his pokemon back.
After hours upon hours of nightmarishly painful progress, he spotted something. There were some big rocks in the desert and in those rocks was a cave. It was well camouflaged and almost impossible to find if you weren't walking on foot through that exact area.
Deciding to conserve water by resting in the shade of the cave, he made his way to it. It was far deeper than he thought. It sloped underground and he couldn't see the end of it. He ventured into it hoping it might lead to a water source, or at least some moisture he could suck up and survive on. If sucking on a rotten log meant living another day, then so be it.
If he did manage to survive, the cave might sufficiently do as a place to hide and recover. He was sure no one knew about it. Least of all the guys that attacked him.
Soon he stumbled across a wooden box. It was too dark to see anything so he fumbled around to figure things out. There was an old oil lamp and some matches. He lit it up and once his eyes adjusted he could see everything clearly. The box also held food that looked to be at least twenty years too old to eat, several bottles of an unknown red liquid, a hatchet, a compass, and a sadly empty canteen. Beside the box were two buckets filled with gold nuggets.
Wes smiled. The place must've been a goldmine. Someone found it and started mining it out, but something happened to them and now it was abandoned. Meaning that cave, and everything in it was now his for the taking.
Hoping the red liquid was a drink of some kind, he cautiously tested it out. First he tested to see whether or not it was acidic. Then he poured a bit into his hand and let that into his mouth. It tasted alright, indicating it should've been safe to drink.
Suddenly he noticed wounds in his mouth were healing. He realized the red liquid had to be some kind of healing potion. So he chugged down the rest of the bottle and let it heal his ruptured organs and broken bones. A couple more bottles after that and he was completely healed and feeling better than ever.
He grabbed everything that wasn't garbage and continued further in. But now he was running fast and feeling great. His desire for vengeance did not subside at all, but now he was in great shape, he had a fortune in gold, and he now had a secret place that he could use as a base while he carried out his revenge, so now he was in a better mood. The sloping mineshaft didn't look wide enough for him to drive his bike through, but he could easily park it inside.
Eventually he exited the mineshaft and entered into another area. The place he found was vast and lit by glowing crystals. It was big enough to hold an entire city. And in the middle of it was a medieval castle. Wes had no idea how any of that was possible. But rather than just standing there wondering about it, he made his way to the castle.
As he neared it something inside the castle stirred as it felt his presence. As he entered the castle things started emerging out of the castle cellars. One came out of a coffin.
Wes found a water fountain and drank his fill. Now fully refreshed he made his way to the throne room. That's when the creatures showed up. They were short, ugly, imp-like and were acting crazy. Leading them was a much older one with grey skin, dusty clothes and a lantern. They all watched from the shadows as they were thinking the same thing, but none of them were sure about it.
Wes looked around and picked up a weapon he found. It was a medieval mace and he liked the look of it. Then a bunch of giant bugs came swarming in. They had caught the scent of his blood, which covered his torn up outfit, and tried to make him their next meal, but he began smashing them all as they came within striking distance.
Wes laughed as he smashed them. Each one was a bit larger than the average cat, yet he took joy in splattering their guts all over the place. And when he brought the weapon to life and unleashed its magic to finish them off with fiery explosion, the minions had their answer.
They emerged out of the shadows and came into view. Wes readied his mace and prepared for their attack.
"Greeting young master. I am Gnarl, minion master and devoted servant of darkness. I can sense rage and evil within you. I can also sense you have many questions. And I'll be happy to answer them," the grey one said.
Gnarl told Wes all about them. They were called minions, they served evil overlords, when their last overlord died they were cast out of their world and without a master they had been dying out. He told him about their past history and a bunch of other things. Wes then told them about his world, the things he had done, and his new quest for vengeance.
When Gnarl offered him the role of the Overlord, Wes gladly accepted. Becoming the new Overlord would be mutually beneficial as it meant Wes could rise to power and get his revenge much easier, and the minions could be restored to their former glory.
But there was one test he had to endure before he had a shot at becoming an overlord. He had to see if the dark powers of the overlord could reside in him. And that meant visiting the Castle Heart. Once he touched it, it sucked him in. While he was inside there the power flowed through him and changed him. When he emerged he was taller, far more muscular, had glowing red eyes, sharpened teeth, and things like compassion, love and mercy were now foreign concepts that he cared nothing for.
"That looks to have gone well. It seems evil has taken a shine to you."
His torn up and bloodied clothes no longer fit him. Luckily after searching the wardrobes he found something that was not only his size but also his style. He decided to forgo the heavy, metal armour as it was obsolete in this day and age. Instead he went for some blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket with some metal spikes, a matching pair of boots, the Overlord gauntlet that let him use magic, and a face-concealing motorcycle helmet with a demonic style. He now looked like a biker thug, and it was a look he liked.
"That suits you well dark one."
"Gnarl, my enemies think I'm dead and as long as they keep thinking that, I'll have the edge. So to hide my survival and start my new life, I'll need a new name. From now on, my name is... Reaper."
"That sounds splendid. A name far more suitable for an overlord than Wes."
Then he went to the armoury and picked up a pair of short swords. They'd be concealable, easy to use and deadly. He figured that'd be sufficient and going overboard on weapons would only slow him down.
"Come young master. We need to train you," said Gnarl.
The newly renamed Reaper was then taught how to fight and use minions, mostly by killing off more of the bugs. This let him master the skills he needed, as well as let him stock up on life force to make more minions.
Once there were enough minions, he had them get to work fixing the old castle. Then he took a few with him as he set out.
In case you couldn't tell, this is a crossover between Pokemon Colosseum and Overlord. I hit writer's block after just this first chapter. If someone wants to take over and write this, I'd greatly appreciate it.
The plan for this one was to have Wes get his ride and his pokemon back, and then start his mission to get revenge. He'd do so by recreating the Shadow pokemon plan, and conquering the entire Orre region one place after another. To take over he'd mostly disable the pokemon center machines, then use his pokemon to crush ever other trainer's pokemon, and once no-one has any pokemon left to defend them, he'd send in his minions to beat down everyone, and then he'd have the minions occupy the area. He'd also get a harem of sex slaves from both the games and anime, by either modifying his snag machine to also catch humans, or by putting them into the mouth of his wailord and returning it to its ball. (That way the ball would register them as food and have no trouble containing them.)
