Hello everyone, PokeBallZOnline here!
Unfortunately, I have stopped work on Legends of the Super Saiyan, I was too unmotivated to continue and ultimately couldn't think of anything to add to the story that wasn't either already in the original Dragon Ball Z or had been done already by other fanfictions. However, over the months I have rediscovered the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon series that I have played as a child and there is such a wonderful story and so many unanswered questions that I thought I would write down a fanfiction on it to share with people.
Without further ado, I present Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Frozen World!
Imagine… A world if you will, where the sun never rises, the wind never blows, Pokemon have gone crazy and just lost the will to live and this whole darn place is ruled over by a corrupted, rage-filled god. It sounds bad, doesn't it? Unfortunately, that's just the way it is. Primal Dialga used fear, fear to sway the few Pokemon left in this domain to his will. No one can stand up to him or his henchmen. My name is Absol, I am one of the few Pokemon from the thawed past to make it to this hellish nightmare…
The white-maned Pokemon leaped up onto one of the ledges overlooking a dungeon. Dark Hill was it's name. Absol could easily go in there a lot and train as most of the Pokemon in this dungeon were Ghost-types, weak against Dark-types such as Absol. However, he knew that this would only make him as cold-hearted and blooded as they were. He sighed and leapt into the shadows with the stealth of a ninja, looking up at the thesis of all the pain that he- no, all the Pokemon of the future felt, the once almighty Temporal Tower crumbled to nothing more than a pile of rubble and concrete floating in the sky.
He remembered the days before the tower fell. He was a loner, that was for sure. Every time he appeared, he became known as a bad omen, he even remembered being persecuted as an outlaw before. His dark-typing just served to make him even more suspicious.
"Heh, there sure were a lot of natural disasters in the day." Absol muttered to himself. Of course, now he knew the reason for this; the sky meteor plummeting towards the Earth. Absol ended up working with Charlie and Charmy to solve the problem. Together, they had taken down legendaries like Rayquaza and Groudon like it was nothing. Ah, Charlie, the mysterious Bulbasaur who'd been turned from a human into a Pokemon and Charmy, the energetic Charmander, an inspirational leader for all the rescue teams who never gave up hope until the very end. Not for the first time, Absol wished his species didn't live so long. Charlie and Charmy may have had the power and will to defeat legendary Pokemon, but even they weren't immune to the demon that was old age, it seemed
Then, the dam burst. The normally stoic and nonchalant Pokemon broke down into tears, sobbing loudly for all the world to hear. He didn't give a crap if the wild Pokemon found him and attacked. He only wanted his old friends back, the ones who accepted him as a fellow saviour of the world and most importantly, the only people who accepted him as anything more than a disaster bringing demon. His feet tore at the frozen ground beneath him. Who cared if he broke this world trying to calm himself, it could go to hell for all he cared, it was hell
"Three...hundred...years," he murmured in between sobs, "three hundred years I've had to deal with this-this Arceus awful loneliness." He opened his crimson eyes and looked at the pitch sky, seeming to see Charlie and Charmy smiling there, "do you what that's like?" he howled "do you know what it's like to discover friendship and compassion only to have it ripped away by some natural occurrence and exiled forever in a land where everyone shuns me and I have to work by myself in order to survive! You would have known what to do, you could have found out what the problem was, went to Temporal Tower and stopped the destruction of time!"
Having vented every bit of anger he had, Absol fled back into Chasm Cave, hoping that he could find some food to salvage. After all, that was his only purpose now: to live a life without purpose. After all, he couldn't sense any more disasters since earthquakes and tsunamis didn't exactly happen in a frozen timescape, so that was all he could do for now.
However, there was a fatal flaw in his plan: he failed to see the three ominous red eyes that were locked firmly on to him…
Meanwhile, up at Temporal Tower
A heated discussion was taking place in the shadows. One of the participants was a ghostly, witch-like being with malicious looking yellow eyes and a jewelled necklace around her, just hovering there in front of the metallic god of time, who stood imposingly at several feet above his Ghost-type servant with several chrome accents running down his legs and a red jewel on his stomach to symbolise his loss of control over time. Mismagius gulped, she knew that Dialga wasn't happy (well, actually she knew he was never happy, he just looked more angered than usual).
"What is your wish, Master Dialga?" She asked him
"THE REBELLION CONTINUES TO GROW," Dialga roared, "WE NEED AN EXECUTIONER, ONE WHO IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO TRAVEL THROUGH THIS DYSTOPIAN WORLD AND PUNISH THOSE WHO WISH TO CHANGE HISTORY AND ERASE ALL OF US."
Mismagius scowled of course. She hated the rebellion of the future. They were nothing but kamikazes, what was the point of making time flow again if it would kill them all again anyway? She just didn't get it.
"OK," She was ready to listen to her master's orders, no matter what the cost was, "what Pokemon did you have in mind?
"I HAVE CHECKED USING MY TELEPATHIC POWERS," the god replied, "IN THE DEPTHS OF DARK HILL, THERE LIVES AN EXTREMELY POWERFUL DUSCLOPS, HE HUNTS FOR FOOD FROM THE OTHER GHOST-TYPE POKEMON AND WISHES TO FIND THE REAPER CLOTH THAT IS RUMORED TO BE HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN THE HILL!"
Dialga then showed Mismagius an astral image of the Pokemon in question using his abilities. She saw a bright flash of light, then the inside of Dark Hill. The Pokemon in question had a dark, intimidating, ominous look to him and looked like he was wrapped in bandages, like a mummy. Of course, she knew that it was just a ghostly veil. But he also had wispy protrusions extending out of his head and his back
Suddenly, four Ghost-types rose out of the shadows and the walls to challenge Dusclops, being Haunter, Gengar, Misdreavus and Banette. Without a word, just nods, the wild Pokemon rushed in for the attack, all forming shadowy blobs in front of them with their hands and/or mouths and firing at Dusclops, causing a massive explosion.
"Well, so much for that idea," Mismagius remarked. She knew no Ghost-type Pokemon could withstand a Shadow Ball at that close range, let alone four. She was about to remark to Dialga that Dusclops was dead and therefore could not be the executioner they were looking for, but was suddenly interrupted by a huge roar from the temporal Pokemon
"QUIET MISMAGIUS!" Dialga roared "REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO THE GOD AND PROTECTOR OF THIS FUTURE!"
"S-Sorry Master Dialga," Mismagius stammered in fear apologetically, "it won't happen again, I promise."
"GOOD," Dialga nodded sternly, "NOW CONTINUE WATCHING!"
Much to Mismagius' surprise, Dusclops had evaded the Shadow Balls completely, almost seeming to Teleport behind the ghosts. He then created a fist with his hand, encased it in shadow and slammed it into Gengar like a block of iron, knocking the lead Pokemon out almost immediately.
"Woah," Mismagius gasped, "I've never seen anyone able to master Shadow Sneak like that. To attack with it is one thing but to teleport with it…" her voice trailed off, she was clearly in awe.
The three ghosts clearly showed the same reaction as Mismagius, unnerved that their boss had been taken out so easily. However, they had to survive and for that to work, they had to eliminate all rivals, including Dusclops.
"Heh, that was just a lucky shot, upstart." the Banette taunted.
"I fail to see how luck is a factor," Dusclops retorted, "Shadow Punch never misses."
"Well," said the Haunter in a deep, ominous voice, "no matter how accurate your fancy, schmancy Shadow Punch is, I highly doubt you could use it on all three of us at once."
"Yeah," Misdreavus grinned, "and your sh*tty teleportation move won't help you against this barrage at all." With that, all three remaining Ghost-types began to charge up their respective black Shadow Balls again, fully intending to murder Dusclops and take his supplies for themselves.
Dusclops looked at the pitiful fools charging their pitiful attacks and he said something extremely ominous; "Do you fools really want to experience death a second time, because do you know all of those rumors concerning me, saying that I am the void and the bringer of doom and nothingness, they are all correct!"
With that, Dusclops began to form his own Shadow Ball in front of him. However, something was extremely different between their powers. In just three seconds, Dusclops' Shadow Ball was twice as powerful as one of their balls and it was worse. The Shadow Ball came with it's own gravity, sucking everything that was there towards Dusclops, the wind was enormous and Haunter, being the lightest of the trio, was getting sucked towards it very quickly due to his low resistance to the wind.
"Haunter!" Misdreavus yelled in a state of utter fear, "hang in there!"
But it was no use, Haunter was nothing but a fly getting blown into a wind turbine and with a final scream, the Shadow Ball being produced by him was rendered to nothing and he, along with Gengar who couldn't resist the gravity due to being knocked out were sent tumbling into the abyss. However the most horrifying part of the ball was when Haunter and Gengar touched it, they disappeared moaning and all of a sudden, there was a flash of white light and the Shadow Ball gained a sizable burst in power. It was then that the ones that were watching realised that Haunter and Gengar had been absorbed by the Shadow Ball to increase its power.
"Banette!" Misdreavus turned to her partner, "we have to fire our Shadow Balls!"
Her partner nodded and they fired the spheres at the Requiem Pokemon. However, Dusclops had had enough.
"I've had enough of your puny power," the ghost echoed, "Now die again!"
With that, Dusclops fired his Shadow Ball, as big as himself now at the two. They never stood a chance as the Shadow Ball absorbed their own and then them. The Shadow Ball then exploded, destroying the Pokemon's souls and their spirits in one meshed together, horrible, moaning scream. Dusclops then left the room, continuing his search for the scarce amount of food in the future. "Maybe," he muttered to himself, "just maybe today will be the day that I find the elusive Reaper Cloth…"
Mismagius pulled away from the vision, the landscape of Temporal Tower returning to her once more. She was aware of an ache in her chest and was aware that it was sympathy for the Pokemon who had lost their lives against Dusclops "But no," She gritted her teeth, she didn't have time for emotions, "this is a kill or be-killed world, those ghosts just challenged someone more powerful than them, that's all." She turned to Dialga, her emotion gone. "How do you propose we persuade Dusclops to join us then?"
"AS YOU HAVE SEEN, DUSCLOPS IS IN SEARCH OF THE REAPER CLOTH HIDDEN IN DARK HILL," Dialga replied, "TELL HIM OF THE REBELLION, OF HOW THEY WANT ALL POKEMON OF THE FUTURE DEAD. LIKE MOST OTHER POKEMON HERE, HE WILL BE BUILT ON SELF-PRESERVATION, THE NEED TO SURVIVE. I HAVE TELEPATHICALLY COMMUNICATED LUXRAY AND SABLEYE, THEY WILL BE WAITING AT YOU AT THE ENTRANCE OF DARK HILL. LUXRAY WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THROUGH WALLS SO IF HE SEES THE REAPER CLOTH, YOU MUST USE YOUR GHOST-TYPING TO GO THROUGH THE WALL TO GET IT. I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT THE REAPER CLOTH WILL GIVE HIM MORE POWER, BUT HE MUST PROMISE TO PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO ME FIRST."
"OK, Master Dialga," Mismagius smirked, "it was strange," she thought, she felt both happy and scared at the same time, happy because if they were able to get this Dusclops on their side, the war against the rebellion would shift massively in their favour and scared because if they didn't, Dusclops had a chance of eliminating her. She knew that as of now, she was the most powerful of the spies that lived in the future world, but if even she went down fighting Dusclops, then what were Luxray and especially Sableye going to do to him.
"Well, I guess going up against a fighting prodigy is never easy." she sighed as she turned from Dialga and began the long descent downwards from Temporal Tower to Dark Hill, failing to notice Primal Dialga turning around and looking angrily at the broken platform on the tower, where five identical gear-shaped holes lay there, completely unmoving.