This is a mash-up between the Pokemon black/white and the pokemon black/white 2 games. It is not 100% accurate to the games. Ive tried my best but I am not a Pokemon professional. I simply enjoy the games and wanted to write what might have happened if the first game didn't end the way it does. N is easily my favorite villan. Hope you enjoy the story!
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Two years passed since White lost against N. The empire never fell and Team Plasma was still about in the Unova region, conquering more and more land. White was abducted by the team, her Zekrom and Kyurem taken from her, along with the rest of her Pokemon. She was put in a standing clear cylinder-like container, which was one of the head pieces of Colress' lab. As White had lost she'd fallen into unconsciousness and the scientist had taken advantage this vulnerable state and with his machine, split her mental and physical beings apart. She was separated like day and night. White's mind flew, blew away like a leaf in a storm. She was reborn into a girl with two big bums with strands of hair flowing down her back, just like time seemed to move loosely between the fingers of order in her new artificial world. During the two years that she floated in the thick liquid of the cylinder, with bundled cords that connected her brain to his machines, the brunette's home Nueva town had been taken over in the real world, as for the rest of Unova, except the cities in the southwest. Information was put into her head and the western area was made to be this second White's home. She was now the girl with the buns and the yellow skirt-like shorts who lived with her mom in Asperita city.
The real world became a censored, fake one in her mind. Controlled by the blonde scientist that moved outside the glass, White became the other White, reliving a life in the freed, happy Unova that had been made possible if the White she had been had won against N and Ghetsis in the real world. Once again she traveled the region, saw more of it and met the synthesized people she had once been close friends with. She even met her own real mother, who in this dream-like world told White she reminded her of someone. White's old memories of her real mother were gone and this woman in front of her was the other White's mother, no longer her own.
A summary of a person's whole life is a very simplified, brief story to formulate. The bun'ed White grew up with Kamui, the spiky haired boy with the fox eyes, designed by Colress. Her town was in this world not Nueva town but Aspertia town, which IRL still had been left untouched by Team Plasma. Her now aged, old friend Cheren was ironically put as the gym leader in the town but White no longer knew him. She was programmed not to remember all those memories they actually shared. No longer did she remember how she had grown up alongside him on the same street, seen him grow from a fellow child to a fellow young adult and then gone out traveling Unova with him and Bianca.
Colress knew of the love of fire Pokémon that the girl had and thus wasn't surprised when he saw that throughout her newly started life she engaged with that type the most and when he fast-forwarded her life, to her reaching the age of leaving home with her own Pokémon, she had chosen the later evolved Arcanine which she had named Hell. Perhaps that was a sign that somewhere deep in her mind, she knew that she'd been trapped in a utopic hell by the Team she so badly had wanted to change.
On screens next to the floating body, it was possible to view the life that she was experiencing. A life where Pokémon were still used as companions. It was on these screens N's eyes rested the times when he came down to the lab. He was two years older than he'd been when the ponytailed girl had tried to prove her cause to him in battle. He was taller, broader, stronger and more determined. She had not won and N had not been convinced, as he saw that he was in the girl's new imaginary world, where she apparently won against him. Corless had doubtlessly customized it to fit the desire of the woman. It made him feel even less empathy for her. N's feelings toward the use of Pokémon had not improved. Her failure to prove the point had instead made him even more sure of the evil in that practice. His cold, green eyes showed no pity for her.
Ghetsis, the father with the big flaws, got along with N better than before. N's cold side showed Ghetsis that the green haired young man was no longer a paw that could be used. When the ultimate battle had been fought, not between White and himself or White and Ghetsis but between father and son, N had won. Something in him twisted, cracked or bent when the brunette had lost. She had been the last hope in his life of being brainwashed and controlled by his father. Seeing her loose brought a clarity to him. It also cemented the reality: her cause was not as great as his. He knew Ghetsis had his own cause as well, which was as disturbing. He wanted to use Pokémon to take over and rule the world. N had known about it. When he'd turned against his triumphantly laughing father after the defeat of the girl, he'd raised the red and white of a pokeball against him. Ghetsis had stopped laughing. The gesture was clear.
N, although with already tired Pokémon, won over the older man. His newly won strength pushed his father to defeat. N did not kill or punish him for all the poor treatment he had put him through. He needed the sages. He needed to keep his status as King as mystical and holy as he could. And he knew Ghetsis spirit was weak. His own firm, cold eyes had broken the man's gaze into a crumbling nothing that couldn't raise higher than to the floor. So much for his laughable motive of ruling the world.
Since the victory, Colress had, through his almost magical science, combined with N's almost magical Pokémon bond, successfully merged the girl's Zekrom and Kyurem into the Black Kyurem. The Pokemon was so powerful, N could feel its presence at any time, regardless of where it was. It had not left its old masters side in the lab so N had sat on the cold floor alongside it. He talked to it a lot the period after its master had been defeated. He painted the vivid portrait of his view on the society and the world order that existed. The Pokémon had listened and understood what N meant and, surprisingly enough to the girl if she had been awake to see it, agreed with him. He registered the bond between White and the Black Kyurem grow from thick to thin to fragile to broken. Alongside with Reshiram, the legendary Pokémon joined Team Plasma's cause and flew around Unova, liberating the minds and bodies of its fellow Pokémon.
The newly found kingdom grew everyday in followers. People had been defiant in the beginning, especially the Gym leaders and the people closest to the fighting culture around the gyms and the Elite four at the end of the Victory road. The more Pokémon that were spreading the cause of liberation across the nation, the faster it seemed that the change came. Kyurem had a great impact on the views of the non-human population. People began being abandoned by their companions. Even the most loyal Pokémon begun to understand that the pokeball was the ultimate symbol of the slavery and the abduction they'd been the victims of for such a long time. A lot thanks to the two dragon Pokémon touring across the land, other Pokemon were regaining their freedom.
The remaining defying power grew smaller and smaller. Only two years had passed but the humans who'd been left by their friends had been provided with lectures from the convinced and loyal followers of Team Plasma. In every conquered city had people found support and knowledge in the grey and white draped servants of his. So to the point had they been provided with his views that the opposition of owning of Pokémon and pokeballs had grown at an explosive rate. N came steps closer every day to his goal of liberation.
His underground palace, the building which Ghetsis had raised inside the big caves of Victory road, he left to Colress and Team Plasma's more scientific branch and more private matters. His new building of residence was the old Elite four arena. It filled no purpose in a world where battles were unacceptable and impossible. Together with volunteering rock, metal and strength Pokémon the palace became just that: a palace for Unova's King. Every sign of battle and challenge was wiped out. Some Pokémon had needed his comforting hand when they wept in memory of their enslaved past as the reconstruction was in the process. He knew, more intensely than ever, that he had done the right thing. He had finally given retribution to the Pokémon that had raised him, to all the Pokémon he had fought and to all the Pokémon that had ever been owned. No longer did they hide in bushes when humans passed. Instead humans bowed to them, in the beginning even apologizing as the Pokémon were still hostile and scared of unconverted humans looking to capture them once again.
The legendary Pokémon came to the new royal palace, alongside with thousands of Pokémon and humans every month, to pay respect to N and to keep on learning from his teachings through the sages. Ghetsis had been showed the length of his son's power over and over until he knew that rebellion or overthrowing him was useless. The loyalist and converted people and Pokémon loved N. Old men in brown suits to pre schoolers and lasses all flocked to the wide, golden stairs of the massive palace. All types of Pokemon did as well, the plasma staff had even dug an extension of the river up to the gates of the safe haven, so water living Pokemon could travel there as well. N had become a loved and respected leader in such a short time. Ghetsis knew that if he wanted to ever have what he dreamt of, he'd have to lay low. N was aware of his father's thoughts but thought little about it. He remained cold, eyes no longer foggy but nonetheless a green no one could read.
White held the key to N's cause being so strong. Thats why he couldn't kill her or release her. She was dangerous. He didn't think she could ever challenge him again, but taking her to Colress was safer than risking it. She still had a small fire, nothing but a faint flame, however he was sure it was still there. Giving her to the scientist was better. As he saw her imaginary life on the screens around the tank she floated in, he was disgusted. He knew Colress was manipulating her visions but he still saw her enslaving Pokémon at her own free will, even after having grown up next to them. He saw the love she felt for them but it was not a love any different from that love a slave master has for his slaves. He saw her challenge and fight people all over the region as she travelled and made her way up the badge hunting league. He never spent much time in that part of the lab.
Meanwhile the preparation to spread to Virbank city, Floccesy town and Asperita city was in the making. A lot of people, especially in Virbank city, had already handed in all their emptied pokeballs to the Plasma collection stations in the ex-Pokémon centers. They had been turned into counseling facilities for both Pokémon and humans who needed help adjusting to their new lives in most cities, except for Floccesy town and Asperita city. Plasma had not yet reached that far. N knew that the two dragons had flown to the Floccesy ranch and knew the official takeover of the area around would not be hard to achieve. Asperita city was however a different deal entirely. It was a small town, not a city as the name suggested. The people in the town were however not small or weak.
The gym leaders from two years ago had many been more or less forced to give up their imprisoned Pokémon and put in programs where they were, with the help of Psychic type Pokémon and Plasma memebers, taught the new ways. Along with them were many fanatic pro-pokemon fighters and rangers that had shown little to no acceptance of the new paradigm shift. A few of the Gym leaders had instead of accepting their wrongdoing, run to Asperita city with their companions and were now doing their best at keeping the outside influence away. Drayden, Lenora and Iris were among these. A few of the leaders had however willingly begun supporting N. Grimsley, Elesa and Caitlin all stood on his cause. N planned having them take on their old colleges and capture them. He wasn't sadistic really but seeing how his cause could tear down alliances felt good to him somehow. Just as good as it'd feel to remove the girl from her dream world and crush her spirit once and for all.
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White stood in front of Iris. She was so close to the ultimate victory that would make her a champion in Unova. She was pushing her remaining Pokémon Essence, the big pink Jellicent to its very limit. N gazed at the screen showing the poor creature with a big frown on its face, dodging the dragon claw move from Iris' Pokémon. He turned his head to another screen, where White's dream face was. It was different but shared characteristics with the real woman, which made it impossible to mistake her for anyone else.
"She is disgraceful, that woman." His voice came out hushed, a deep and soft growl. Colress, who stood to the left behind his king, with his hands tucked away neatly behind his back, agreed with a smile.
"She sure is. It is very fascinating to still see this type of fanatic conviction so close up, now that the real world is changing."
N turned his head slightly, his cold eyes glancing at the smiling eyes of his servant. Corless never looked scared and never had the face of submission that other people had when they talked to him.
"I want Iris in here too." He knocked on the thick glass. "And the old man."
"I would want nothing else, your majesty. I have wanted to poke my fingers through Drayden's brain folds for quite a while, I must admit."
N didn't reply. He turned his gaze to the floating woman. Her eyes sometimes were open, seeing what wasn't there. Now it seemed like the ongoing fight for the Champion title was affecting even her body. Her eyes were closed and her fingers seemed to twitch lightly. If only she knew that her entire body was run through with cords and thin metal looking threads and that this pathetic battle wasn't real. That the system she was in could be replayed and fast forwarded according to the pleasure of the viewer. He swiped the controls and the time she was in made a big leap into the future. Two years from her gaining the title Champion. He saw her running back and forth inside the tunnels of Victory road. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight. He had watched this part a few times before. Soon she would find his Zoroark, which was still loyal to him in the real world, and it would bring her to the underground castle where she would met her dream version of himself. There they would have a final battle where she would win and N would give her the black stone that would change into the black legendary dragon. To think that she'd imagine that he would ever give her Zekrom like it was a property to be handed over or that he'd even battle her was so pathetic. It stirred something in him, maybe it was hate or anger, he didn't know. She was dumb and weak and he wanted to show her that. Personally, with his own hands.
"How many of these do we have?" He knocked on the glass again and a few bubbles came out from White's mouth, slowly making their way up to the roof of the tank.
"One. Two with the one she is in. Your majesty's methods have proven very effective. The need for more mind altering machines has not been required."
"That's enough. When Iris and Drayden have been caught I want them to replace her. Two years is enough. Put Anthea and Concordia to take her."
"Certainly, your majesty."
"I'd like you to modify what she sees before we take her out. Make it extra wonderful and enjoyable for her." Without a second glance to the now open eyed woman, he turned and left the room. Only the scientist was left with White, smiling still.
"Certainly, your majesty."