Well, hello there, readers! Once again, this is Che. Today, I will be doing a complete (and utter) rewrite of Prototype 80 (including the self-insert for laughs). I saw no real future for it, for reasons I will not even describe, for the sake of keeping this short. Besides that, I've read the Dresden Files lately and the concept of modern-day fantasy is just so damn awesome. Anyways, enough talk, have at you!
Again, I do not own Pokemon... Nintendo does.
CHAPTER 1, STASIS
Well, hello there. Welcome to the somewhat wondrous city of Atlanta. A modest city, really. We aren't as glamorous as New York or old as Paris, but whatever. It's my home... it is better than the countryside, at least in my opinion. That... and I go to college here, you know. Besides that, really aside from a few buildings, like Futurama says, we're just an over-glorified airport. Not to mention the busiest over-glorified airport that is. Oh, I didn't tell you my name didn't I? For security's sake, call me Che.
Well, anyways, I'm just digressing here. Within the city limits, I was just apart of the crowd, as they followed the path beside large skyscrapers back home or whatever, on the endless stream that is a sidewalk. Well, I then noticed a mirror shop, which I then stopped to get a closer look at the window. I looked at myself in the mirror, as I looked about myself. I was a tall and somewhat lanky man in a black band shirt, specifically, Blind Guardian. I then looked at my old, faded pair of jeans with a pair of black and newly bought combat boots and then back up to see my long, red hair and brown eyes.
After staring into the mirror, I had then continued on my path. It wasn't like I was the most beautiful man (nor exactly was I ugly) in the world. But hey, I'm me. As I continued down the path, I saw a rather funny spectacle. A balding man with brown hair that is starting to grey in a black and black suit with a Bible in his hand and a sign that read "THE END IS NIGH, REPENT!", and he was shouting. I had watched as the crowd formed a circle around him.
"Fools! Each and one of you! The lord will look down upon ye heathens, as the Rapture is near!" He was calling out in a rather strong southern accent, as he waved his sign, with a somewhat exasperated expression on his face. I shook my head and giggled to myself and thought, 'Oh dear god, just another loon.' However, he had heard my giggle and he then pointed to me. "Hey, Red! Get over here." He then commanded. My eyes widened as the crowd then stared at me. I approached the old loon and remarked, "Uh-huh?"
The man then asked, "Have you heard?" I replied, humouring the man, "Heard of what?" He then replied, "The very sudden appearance of strange creatures." I answered jokingly, "Certainly. 'Tis common knowledge sir." The man then raised one of his greying eyebrows as he said, "Alright. You know that one which had been sighted near the city?" I then nodded in reply. The man then replied, "Sir, these are troubling times we live in, we can only trust the lord to keep us afloat in these dark times!" I then replied, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm not interested in that, you see. Now leave me alone."
However, the man had insisted, "Do you not trust your lord in heaven? DO YOU NOT?" I then replied as I stepped back, "Woah, woah. Look, Brian Blessed, I'm not against your religion or anything... but what the hell does it have to do with me, and why can't you just leave me alone?!" He then got angrier as he then replied, "Everything!" I then started to back away a bit more until I started to run away, knowing that he was just a fanatic, remembering a quote from Winston Churchill. A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.
As I avoided the fanatic, I had forcefully bumped into somebody. As I looked up to say, "Oh excuse me..." I noticed that he was one intimidating man. He even reminded me of Judge Doom from Who Framed Roger Rabbit, even, save for a few things. He was a tall man (even taller than myself), with a long dark brown beard and short hair. He wore a black trenchcoat and black gloves with matching slacks and black leather shoes. He even wore a black hat with a wide brim and glasses on his rather aged face.
I kept my calm, but inside, seeing this man was bad news. He was looking at eye level when it occurred to him to look down. When he did, he then said in a deep voice, "Oh, hello there." I then replied, "Excuse me... sir." He then giggled, "Well, aren't you in a hurry?" He remarked, "Let me tell you something..." I looked into his glasses as he then said, "Soon, there will be... a displacement. Prolapse. Collapse. Decline."
I then raised an eyebrow and replied, "Prolapse? Collapse? Decline? What the hell are you saying?" Of course, I ignored his intimidating appearance when I said that. When he then laughed and remarked, "Oh my, a sceptic? Well, I won't bother you then..." He then walked away, snickering. I then frowned, and then walked away from the man... and then I saw my church.
The building wasn't towering, but was a building which was a sight for my metaphorically sore eyes. It was a wide building coloured in a nice tan. It had large windows almost everywhere, which the large plastic double doors were in front of me. I then entered. A middle-aged man with short, greased black hair and round glasses greeted me. He wore a grey suit with a red tie, and a pair of leather shoes. He was a familiar and friendly face, indeed.
"Welcome to the U-" he said but as he saw me, then remarked, "Che, is that you? What are you doing here?" I then replied, "Oh, hey, Reverend Ritter. I happened upon the church... and I need to talk."Ritter then smiled and replied, "Of course, Che, I have time, come to my office." We walked down a rather plain-looking hallway with green carpeting and white walls, as we happened upon his office, which was an oak door labelled "REVEREND ULRIC RITTER", where he then opened the door for me. "After you." He then said.
I stepped into his office, which had the same coloured walls and carpeting. However, his office had been very decorated with various pictures from if I remember, Albretch Durer. They often depicted fantastic battles between demons and angels. I wonder if the church would even allow that... but nice pictures anyways. I then looked forwards to see a desk with a sleek, new computer on top of an equally new tower, with the wires plugged into the monitor. There was a chair in front of the desk with a large computer chair behind it.
I then sat down in the chair and he then requested, "What's on your mind?" I then replied, "Madmen... I keep seeing them. The strange creatures we saw on the news is making me a bit tense, as well..." The Reverend then replied, "Well, I can't say for myself that I know, but really, you must be curious aren't you?" I then replied, "Of course, Reverend." He then said, "Well, I think I caught one of these creatures... it's in the basement." I replied, "Wait. You have a damn basement in here?! Why didn't you tell me?" I had a smile on my face, knowing the Reverend was a bit of a fox when it came to this.
"You never asked, Che." He said, laughing a bit. "But can you keep a secret?" He then asked, as he got serious. I then nodded, as he then smiled. "Good." He then got up from his chair and motioned for me to follow. I then got up and followed him as he lead me out of the door. It was just steps away from his office that he led me into a stairwell as he turned on the lights.
The stairwell had twisting stairs leading down, with green metal railing. He then walked to the flight of stairs leading down, which I followed along. After a minute, I was down in the basement. He then showed me a rather sturdy-looking oak door as he opened the door. It was a large storage room with a concrete floor with concrete walls and shelves lining the walls. The Reverend then called out into the basement, "Hey, Dante! Come here, boy!" I turned to focus the middle of the room, which glowing yellow eyes were looking at me. The source came out of the shadows to show itself, which seemed to seem like that of a lion cub, only with blue and black fur.
When I saw it, it had hit me like a ton of bricks. I jumped back at the realization. Those strange creatures were goddamn pokemon... and I'm looking at one! No wonder that preacher was mad.