Chapter 1
Steven's POV:
I was silent as I stepped into the glass container, which shut behind me. I said nothing and kept my face emotionless. I knew that Mew would be watching as I and twenty-three other people entered this unknown arena. And Arceus knows what would happen if we didn't something it didn't like.
How we had gotten here in the first place was unknown. It was very perplexing, actually. One moment I had been laying in my bed, my thoughts elsewhere, and the next moment there was a bright flash of light. Next thing I knew, I was standing in white nothingness with a large group of other people. Some I recognized, others were completely unknown. And before us stood none other than the legendary Pokemon Mew.
Apparently, Mew had been alone in a dark cave for many years after a scientist had locked it up. After eventually escaping, it wanted to have some fun at the expense of the humans. So it picked powerful trainers and brought them into the spirit dimension, where we would be forced to battle each other for its amusement.
"I'm not going to be the slave of a snobby cat, no thank you. No wonder that scientist locked you up!" a sharp voice called out in the middle of this speech. We all looked to see who had proclaimed this bold statement as a few of the other trainers agreed loudly.
She was a tall trainer, with sleek brown hair kept in a neat ponytail and fawn brown eyes that glittered with rage. Her belt of Pokeballs was slightly concealed beneath a red and white sports jacket and blue sweatpants.
Mew glowered at her.
"I won't take that sort of talk from a pathetic human. Stand down, before I make you!" it squeaked angrily as it hovered a bit higher in the air.
"We'll see about that. Braviary, come on out!" she hollered. She snatched a Pokeball from her belt and hurled it with impressive accuracy straight at the legendary. It bounced off of its head solidly, but other than that, nothing appeared from the device. I couldn't help but grin slightly.
"Ow! You'll pay for that, human! Not like you can hurt me. This is my realm... which means I can do what I want. And if I don't want your Braviary to come out, it won't!" it snapped.
I stepped forward, along with Alain and two other trainers, ready to protect the bold female trainer if necessary. It seemed like Mew had no intention to hurt her, however. It merely rubbed its head in agitation, then closed its eyes.
"Now, fools, prepare for the fight!" it cackled gleefully. Seconds passed, and I was alone in a steel room. Nothing around me except for a glass case with a door in it. A voice flowed powerfully through my head, worse than any headache I'd ever had. I dropped to my knees abruptly, pressing my hands against the sides of my skull.
"Ahh! What in the name of-" I struggled to speak as another voice cut off my own.
You're Steven Stone, am I right? Yes, of course I am. Mew is always right. You were one of the first trainers who came to my mind... a powerful champion, eh? We'll see how long you last in the arena. The rules are simple. Try and do anything funny, and you die. You, along with all the other trainers, will only have one Pokemon. Your starter. You will all start off in different areas of the large habitat I have chosen. If one trainer meets another, you have three options. Flee, fight, or team up. If your starter Pokemon is knocked out for any reason, be it a battle or a natural disaster, you're out of the game. And when you're out? You die. One lone trainer, the toughest of all, gets to go home. Welcome to the Pokemon Games!
The voice ended and the migraine disappeared. I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to stand. This was insane! Surely I was dreaming. If my Metagross was knocked out, we would both die. I swallowed anxiously. I was a shrewd, quiet man who rarely showed his outward emotions. But it was very hard to prevent myself from being nervous under these conditions. I thought of Alain. He was somewhere out there, and I'd need to find him. Immediately. Ash would most likely be present. I desperately tried to form a strategy as Mew's voice suddenly almost bowled me over again.
Alright, you're done quivering, human. Get in the glass box. In you go! That's a good human!
As I remembered what had happened, the glass container began to rise. I steadied myself as I brought out Metagross' Pokeball and stared intently at it.
"Metagross, whether or not this is a terrible dream, this could be the most dire challenge we have ever faced. Are you ready?" I asked quietly. I could feel Metagross' comforting psychic power radiating from its capture device. Of course it was. I decided to accept that this was very, very real, and put away my partner's Pokeball.
Let the Pokemon Games begin, I suppose.
A/N: Hi!
I know this is probably an overused idea. Come on, a Hunger Games/Pokemon crossover? Get a life and go do something original, Cake. I have added a few twists on the average 'Pokemon Games' as one might call it, but it's still pretty unoriginal. But that's fine with me, I just want to try and get better at getting into the heads of multiple well-known Pokemon trainers, in order to help get better in writing my two other current stories. But obviously, I can't provide twenty-four trainers myself... so guess what? SYOC time! This will probably be a short story (most likely no more than 20 chapters), because I don't want to stretch something out and make it boring.
So, you don't have to do much. Just promise me one thing... don't fill out an OC and leave? You don't necessarily have to comment on every chapter (cough it would be appreciated cough) but I'd just like an occasional review at the least to let me know that you didn't just abandon this story. Anyways, enough with the boring author note, here's the character form! Please get rid of anything in parenthesis on there. You can put the OC in the comments or PM me. May the odds be ever in your favor!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Home Region:
Appearance:
Personality:
Starter Pokemon Info: (Info as in, the type of Pokemon it is and its moveset AT THE LEAST. Name, personality, accessories, etc. are optional.)
Badges Won?:
Family: (Optional.)
Crush/Bf/Gf: (Completely optional. Warning: I'm terrible at romance.)
Backstory: (Totally optional. Trust me, I'm not a big fan of them either.)
Other/Anything I Forgot: