Chapter 1: Copain pt 1


Welcome, my lovely liabilities, to the official re-release of Pulsar. As stated on my profile, someone has voted on my poll asking whether or not I should rewrite this. And they voted yes, so I took that as a sign that this should be rewritten. Originally I had this really, really long thing about what the rewrite would entail. But, to simplify things, I'm going to be mostly adding one thing: detail. This will be much more detailed than the original, which is still on my profile if you want a blast back to…2014. It's not worth it. Just read this. And with that, I give you... Pulsar: The Awakening.


There was once a time—a simpler time. Through the untainted eyes of children, everyone got along. There was no fighting unless it was right on their doorstep, a rare occasion for most. Through the tired eyes of adults, everything was for money; the wars, their jobs, even life itself. Through the jaded eyes of the elderly, who had lived long and full lives, everything was pointless. They'd seen enough worthless fighting to know that it was never worth anything. But there were always the select few who saw what was really there—something unraveling, unwinding, revealed to be far greater than what was on the surface. And it's those people that stories and legends, epics and folktales, are written about.

3450 – Glassworks Kingdom

"Come on, Greenie!"

"I told you not to call me that!" The two young children ran through the field of grass, reaching up past their waists. Despite the harsh sunlight beating down on them, they enjoyed running through the grass, always one jumping out of the grass—a young girl wearing a bright blue sundress—while the other searched for her—a slightly younger boy wearing a purple shirt and brown pants.

As the two played, the sun moved across the sky. Before they knew it, darkness crept up from the horizon. Hues of orange, red and purple skirted above the thick forest of lush trees at the edge of the field. But the children kept playing, somewhat unaware of the fact that night was about to fall, and they were due home long ago.

"Blue, we should be getting back by now!" the boy called to the girl. She didn't answer. He called out to her again. "Blue!" Still no answer. Wading through the grass, he searched for her in the fading light.

As a loud shriek echoed across the field, the boy was now alert. Almost instantly, he was able to pinpoint the source—by the edge of the forest. He ran as fast as his young little four-year-old legs would allow him. The closer he came, the louder the screaming became. By the time he reached the trees, his ears were all but ringing as his eyes fell upon the shape of an adult picking up the girl.

"Put her down!" Catching the attention of the adult, the boy charged for their legs, attempting to topple them. Instead, he only got a rough kick to the face. Blood and darkness mixed as his vision blurred, eventually subsiding to the ground. With a light thud, his eyelids flitted—the last thing he saw was the girl being carried away by this mysterious person.

"Blue…"

3456 – Glassworks Kingdom — Green's POV

Another sunrise, another day. The same mundane routine and the same eventual outcome—second place. Second to whom, you might ask? Did it even matter anymore? It was always someone different, so many faces you don't even care after a while. But there was one person I'd managed to surpass—Red. He was naïve, didn't know a single thing when I first when up against him. But, with time, he became stronger, more skilled. Luck, I always told myself. But luck or not, I came in second.

But today, all that would change. Today was the day, the day of the tournament. We'd all sign up for it—even Red—and I'd come out on top. Walking up to the sign-up counter, I began speaking with the man.

"Name."

"Green."

"Battle style."

"Melee." The man gave me a strange look.

"You? A little kid doing melee? Whatever, I don't make the rules." Scribbling something down onto a slip of paper, he handed it to me. Gripping it with the faintest smile I could muster to avoid outright beaming at the man, I walked through the stadium doors. Taking a right, I entered the combatants' room—this is where the people competing in tournaments wait until it's their turn in the lineup.

"Hey Green!" I cringed inwardly as I turned around. As I expected, there's Red. Of course he's here, this is the biggest tournament in the whole kingdom! Whatever, I'll deal with him when the time comes.

"…"

"I guess I'll see you in the tournament." Finally, he's gone. I don't think I could've taken another minute of his overly-cheery attitude, and the fact that he's always trying to talk to me. Sigh.

I went through a few fights, managing to successfully take out each of the underestimating adults. They were easy, considering they gigantic and sluggish, no match for a nimble strategy such as my own. All I had to do was get behind 'em and they were as good as done. I'd only have a real problem once someone tried that on me.

Walking back into the combatants' room, I took a seat on the bench, catching my breath from the previous match. I was drenched in sweat from all the fighting, causing my normally-spiky hair to droop as I tried my best to keep it out of my eyes. Looking up at the match-ups, I saw that it was just about time for the quarterfinals. Looking around the board, I saw Red, of course, as well as a name that seemed familiar to me in some way. Blue. Where had I heard that name before...?

"Green and Palmer!" Hearing my name called, I got up, walking out of the pungent room and onto the battlefield. Before me stood a young man. He was a skinny guy, didn't look too terribly strong. I'll bet he wasn't too slow, either. This could spell trouble.

As the fight started, he charged straight towards me. Dodging at the last minute, I took a swipe at him once he'd lost his balance. As I raised my foot for a swift kick to the side, his arm shot out, grabbing me. I tried to shake away, but he yanked his arm, bringing me to the ground.

Palmer got up quickly, putting a foot on my chest. I struggled to get up, my breath shortening as he held me down, picking me up by my shirt. Now in range of his upper body, I swung wildly, attempting to distract him for just a moment. But he stayed firmly in place, raising his other fist.

Suddenly, a light flashed upon my vision. I was in the exact same situation, except with someone else up against me. I couldn't exactly tell… But I saw myself moving to the side, kicking with both feet at my opponent.

Things returned to the battlefield, a deafening roar from the crowd filling my ears. Palmer was still pulling his fist back. As I saw his arm moving, I moved my head to the side, allowing for him to punch at a wall. While he cried out in pain, I kicked at his chest with both feet, using all the strength I had. He fell to the ground, letting go of my shirt. I stood in front of him as he writhed in pain, using this one moment to dive onto him with my elbow digging into him. He let out a strained cry, submitting immediately.

"And our winner is Green!" the announced called out. Slightly stunned by what had happened, I walked back to the combatants' room, taking my seat on the bench.

"Way to go, Green!" Instead of the usual feeling of irritation I normally felt when Red came up to me, I just nodded, only half-noticing that he was here. I'd just won against the guy. But…how?

Time seemed to pass at nearly the speed of light. Before the last round, which would no doubt be me against Red, I saw something.

The combatants were called; Blue and Jared. As soon as I saw Blue, memories flooded back to me. Us playing as kids, her getting kidnapped… Did she remember me? I mean, it'd been years, and we were only kids back then, but there's still a chance, isn't there?

Once that fight had ended, I went up to her as she limped in. Even though she'd won, she'd dropped out due to an injury.

"Um… Blue," I said to her, more nervous than I'd ever been.

"Yeah?" she replied perkily, despite the pain she most likely felt.

"H-Hi. It's me. Green." There was confusion in her eyes.

"Green?" she began, cocking her head to the side. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"N-No, sorry. Wrong person I guess." She didn't remember.

"It's okay," she said, limping over to a bench, leaving me to stand there like an idiot. For a couple of minutes, all I was able to think about was her. Trying to ignore the bitter truth that she had no clue who I was, I tried to think back to the times we'd spend together. Back then, she was some immature little kid. I guess she still was now, but I could tell that she'd matured.

"Finals! Red and Green!" That was my call. Walking out onto the battlefield, I just then began feeling the pressure of the crowd. I knew how this worked; someone, somewhere, had placed a bet on me winning. No doubt they'd racked up quite a bit of cash. But if I lost now, I was sure to have someone looking to beat me to a pulp.

"Ready... Go!" For a good while at the beginning of the fight, we just stared each other down. Occasionally one of us would try and fake the other out, quickly retracting whatever we'd done. Finally, I decided to go for Red. Praying for another of those visions, I skidded just a few feet from him, swinging my leg into a roundhouse kick. As expected, he dodged it. While both of us recovered, I shot a fist straight at his chest. A risky move? Yes. But necessary? Probably, considering the kid was pretty strong.

My fist connected with his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit, the breath knocked out of him. Taking this chance, I tried to punch him again, only to have him duck, spinning around and tripping me. As I fell onto my back with a thud, he began to come down with an elbow pointed at me. I managed to roll away just in time, avoiding what could've been a near-fatal move. Rising in a split second, I placed a foot on his back, a satisfying smirk beginning to form.

Unexpectedly, Red began to rise, despite me putting as much weight as I could onto him. Even with me leaning on him, I toppled over onto my back once more. Red took this chance to land what must've been the most insanely-strong punch I've ever felt straight onto my chest. Suppressing the urge to scream, I just felt the wind knocked out of me as the announced called, "And the winner is... Red!"

Of course. He won.

"Hey, Green." The tournament ended an hour ago and he's still bothering me. I just happen to be lucky enough to live in the same down as him. So we're taking the same route home. Simply fantastic.

"C'mon Green, say something. I thought we were friends." I stopped in my tracks.

"We. Are not. Friends," I managed to say through clenched teeth. My small body shook with all the pent-up anger and frustration I'd been holding in. "Not since day one have we been anything even remotely close to friends." I heard my voice begin to rise. There was no point in quieting it. "All you've done is just get in my way, follow me around, and take every dream I ever had and destroy it!"

By now I'd begun to yell. Red just stared back at me, horrified. It felt... odd.

"It's people like you I can't stand! You're always prancing around, doing everything I can't do just to show off! And people reward you for it, for absolutely nothing! But what do I get for actually working hard for the past five years?! Absolutely nothing!" My throat was hoarse, and my face had become quite red. All I could think about was what I'd just said.

He hugged me.

"I-I'm sorry, Green," he mumbled. "I didn't know you felt that way."

H-He actually cared. He was completely oblivious this whole time.

And it was at that moment that I finally let everything out. The salty tears streamed down my face as my legs threatened to give out. Supporting myself on Red, I really thought about what had been going on since I met him. I'd never really communicated with people. For years I'd been away from my family and loved ones at boarding school, surrounded by cold and uncaring faces. Barely any time before I'd returned, I went on this stupid journey. And the whole time, all I really wanted was someone to spend time with, someone I could talk to—a friend. But at the same time, I was just pushing away anyone who'd tried to open themselves up to me.

But now, I had a friend.


Now that I think about this, it's beginning to look like something out of a Gold & Silver friendship story. But whatever, this somewhat OOC version of Green will have to go all Silver on me. A little. And yes, Blue has no recollection of her time in Pallet Town. She's completely oblivious to the fact that she ever lived there, as well as the fact that she knew Green at all. By the way, this is not the end of the exposition I'll be having. We'll have one for Yellow and then some more stuff in the future. You hype about rewriting chapters of a rewrite? I know I am. Tell me what you think.

- PastaKittyQueen