Hey there! So this is just a fun thing I've been writing when half-paying attention in my lectures. It's not the best written but yeah I still feel like posting it c: I hope you'll enjoy it too!


Prologue

Platinum proofread her article for the dozenth time. It hadn't taken long to write, quickly adapted from the Elite Four's official media release, the local police's, Interpol's and an interview with Elite Four member Marshall, but if the news station had any credibility it would run it on the front page tomorrow morning, or be the lead story on the morning show, or be given the priority it deserved.

The door opened. Platinum jumped, but didn't cover her screen like she wanted to as the morning show anchor walked in, wearing track pants and a lumpy woollen jumper, carrying Starbucks in one hand and a bag of makeup and clothes in the other.

"Ah, in late again, Berlitz?" Gabby looked up at the clock and frowned. "Or is it early?"

"Late," Platinum replied. "I haven't been home yet."

"Oh, honey, you've gotta stop doing this to yourself," Gabby sympathetically cooed. Apparently she always babied the interns. "I have to be here at awful o'clock but you're lucky, you don't! Man, covering music must be nice…"

"Only if you don't care about real news," Platinum muttered to herself. But, still, Gabby was the anchor. She could pick what stories to read out and what not to with her temper. It was a pity she always chose the tabloid over the genuinely newsworthy ("It's a morning show, hun, they need something juicy to wake 'em up.") but the power was still hers. Platinum quickly printed her article. Her heart pounded as she picked it up and handed it to Gabby.

"Hmm, what's this?" Gabby asked, not looking at it. "Is it about the Monochrome breakup?"

"No, we've covered that to death," Platinum replied. "This is something different. I don't care if it's shared on the air or printed in the morning editions, but I think it's really important to report."

"Okay, let's have a look," Gabby said, smoothing it out. Of course that meant she had to read it aloud so Platinum heard all her flaws in a dramatic news anchor voice. "'Plasma Plot Prevented: Pokémon League siege stopped before it started.'" She chuckled. "That'd be the print edition part, huh?"

Platinum shrugged awkwardly, feeling oddly embarrassed.

Gabby continued in the anchor voice. "'Infamous Pokémon Rights activist group Team Plasma were discovered to have' — hun, that's too long and wordy, news has gotta be snappy, not grammatically correct, definitely not so passive — 'a castle under the Pokémon League as their base of operation.' Spooky, but we don't wanna get people freaked out over nothing, y'know?"

"It's not nothing," Platinum insisted. "Marshal is convinced they were trying to take over the Pokémon League and force everybody to release their pokémon." She scrambled for her interview notes. "And, look, he even found one of Ghetsis' plans!"

Gabby looked at Ghetsis' horribly cursive handwriting with disdain. "You can read that? Damn, hun, you're amazing."

"I'm serious, Team Plasma's up to something, and we've got to let people know!"

Gabby placed a hand on her shoulder, not patronisingly, but Platinum still wanted to take it as such. "You were in that Sinnoh stuff a few years ago, weren't you? With Team Galactic?"

"Yes, I was twelve and I had to go into Hell on my own because nobody else knew what was going on," Platinum replied. "I want to be a journalist to let people know what's going on, I want to report news, not some… some… waste of time about bands breaking up just because they're popular! That's not news!"

Gabby's eyes narrowed. "It's news if our viewers and readers are interested in hearing about it. Don't you ever forget that."

Platinum sighed heavily.

Gabby looked down at the article. "I'll fix some things and show it to the boss-man, but you've got to go home and sleep."

Platinum sighed heavily and nodded.

"After all, today the Monochrome girls are releasing their first single as Shiro!" Gabby brightly chirped. "You'll have to be fresh to interview White."

Platinum tried really hard not to groan but it just slipped out.

"Go home," Gabby reminded her, walking from the room.

Why, why did Platinum have to be an intern stuck in entertainment reporting? Hadn't she done enough to deserve to report real news? No matter what Gabby said, celebrities and their drama would never, ever be important, and it wasn't worth the time they gave it.

Platinum walked back to her desk. She closed her laptop and slid it into her bag. After a moment of hesitation, she put her interview notes and Ghetsis' plan in too. Sometimes, she wondered if she really ought to have bothered saving this world from Cyrus. He certainly wouldn't've liked pop music.