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Pokemon the Legend Reborn

Chapter 1: Type Divide

Two alarms sounded off at the same time, one on a wristwatch, another on a phone.

One teen arose in a plain, slightly cluttered room got dressed and scrambled for the door quickly before making his way downstairs and bursting open the front door, slamming it, and running downtown. He disregarded the fact that his life would forever change.

Another teen awoke suddenly and calmly got out of bed, making it with swift movements achieved by repetition, and walking down the stairs where he entered his garage. He hit the button to open it and mounted on his bike. Just as the garage finished opening, he pedaled moderately out and downtown. He ignored that this would change his life forever.

Teen One had arrived at a respectable game shop taking heavy breaths. He worked his way through the sizable crowd at the front and went through the door as his breathing steadied. He made his way to the counter to meet a familiar face of a well acquainted employee.

"Ah", said the employee, "here early I see."

Teen one smiled back before replying. "Yep, sure enough. And I'm you know why."

The employee laughed a bit. "I won't burden you man. Here." He said sliding a game case over to the teen's side of the counter. The teen grinned to the employee and waved goodbye as he walked out the door. And bumped into someone. "Sorry" the Teen One apologized as he walked out the door and headed home.

Teen Two rode up to a considerable game shop. He weaved his way through the crowd and to the bike racks that, were strangely empty, and depositing his bike there. He started for the door and had someone run into him right as he went in. Great! The ultimate time waster! I swear… To his surprise the person that ran into him said "sorry" before leaving. He let his mind shove that away from his thoughts. He didn't have time for it. He calmly made his way inside and right to the counter.

"Hey." the employee greeted, "same as the last guy?"

The last guy? He waited as the clerk went to the back. This immediately stole his attention.

"Here." The clerk said handing him the case and smiling, "Your the fifth today."

The words sent his head into a spiral. Screw calm. He rushed out to his bike and began pedaling back to his home with surprising speed.

Both teens made it home about the same time. Teen One scrambled back through the door, up the stairs and to his room. Teen Two stopped and dropped off his bike in the garage closed it and regulated his actions as he made his way upstairs to his room. Both fired up their consoles and slipped headsets on in expert fashion. The game booted up, teens laying in their beds, adrenaline pumping through veins, They fell into a new reality.

Everywhere was white. White was everywhere. No comprehensible proof of existence was found. That was what made the sense of movement profound. They rushed in some direction, of which one was unidentifiable. Colors so vivid and different raced past in hues that seemed impossible to grasp by the mind. Then things stopped. They were confused and disoriented, but knew what to do.

The blackness was not quite so strange to the teen. There seemed to be comprehensible ground and the space seemed limited in size somehow.

"Choose your character." Rang an unidentified voice from the black void.

The teen scrolled on and on through countless pokemon, already decided on their path from the start. He finally stopped and stared at his selection for a moment before confirming it.

"What would you be called?" asked the voice dully.

"I would like to be known as is, thanks." replied the teen. He collapsed to his hands and knees, his body began to feel like it was being spilt down to the bonds between the very atoms of his composition. He could feel a familiar strain on his mind. Finally, he blacked out.

The other teen stood in the same room as the other had. He was looking for his character. He scrolled through and finally came across it and confirmed.

"What would you be called?" asked the voice dully.

"Grey." the teen confirmed modestly. He waited for a moment. Nothing happened. Premonition took its hold on him. Suddenly, he began falling into a black abyss, into a nothing that was more terrifying than before, his body shattering as it fell on and on.

The information broker was just another stupid NPC! He could see the uselessness in it from the beginning but didn't want to skip on information if it had it. He sighed internally as he moved to yet another living husk of uselessness. Bust! Why can't they spill it already! He was moving through the city when he finally spotted a player with an "information broker" role at a station and approached him. "Can I have information regarding mysterious unmarked dungeons?" Grey asked calmly.

"Why are you white?" The broker asked nearly instinctively, confused and afraid.

The charmander glared at the broker and slammed a bag of poke, no need to question how the money got in his hands, on the counter. He quickly noted the broker's characteristics. He's definitely not dominant… quite jumpy. I got this in the bag. Hah. "Well, do you have information or not?"

The broker pulled a holo tablet out from underneath the counter at his station and began searching quickly and unsteadily as if his life was threatened. "Well…" he began, "There's a single report from a drunk pidgey who said, and I quote, 'I...I saw a weird d...dungeon in the f...f...forrest and it was odd and...and out of place.' The report was made in Twistant Village, wherever that is,"

"Thanks" Grey quickly said before making his way back out of town. He pulled out a map and changed course for a path that was one of many that connected villages and towns. At least I got something. He scanned the map and found it. He eventually found it on his map In a valley between three mountains drowned in forest, with no displayed trails leading to it, and only one way in. He had his work cut out for him, but only started to realize how tough it would be when he had to begin his journey using landmarks to guide his path.

The teen woke beneath a the cool shade of a tree. He was lying down with some of his back against the tree, propping his head up. He worked his way up stumbling for balance with a strange physique. He easily spotted water through reeds along a bank within his thinner part of the forest. "Where… Am I?" he spoke aloud before he walked up to the reeds. He parted them and looked into the water. He was met with a face he recognized instantly. Oh. Right. I'm a Snivy! As he remembered he collected his thoughts and began to regain composure as himself. He walked out through the forest in a direction and eventually found a road. He looked left and right decisively. "Always right going right, that's what I say!" He decided before following his chosen direction onward.

After some time, The Snivy came across and opening in the forest. A huge stone wall lay in front of him only about seven meters from the forest edge. Following the path along the walls led him to a large reinforced wooden gate. As he made his approach he noticed a guard at the top of the wall. Seemingly alerted by The Snivy's presence he waited until snivy made it relatively close before he reacted. "Who are you?" The guard asked suspiciously.

"Snivy I guess", he responded casually, shrugging.

The guard stood there for a moment before responding "Your kind are allowed here." The guard proceeded to climb down on the other side and and opening it before walking over to Snivy. "Come in, quickly." the guard said before pushing him into the gates and closing them behind him.

"Thanks?" Snivy said as the gates closed and the guard returned to his post.

He wandered through town taken by the energy of the townsfolk as they went about. Although the town seemed considerably empty for its size he was sure it would soon not be a problem. He looked around gazing at wares of the already opened, and lightly stocked, market stalls. He worked his way to the ever lively town square. Around him pokemon bought items, carried crates, and worked on setting up shops and such. "Wow!" Snivy exclaimed. He turned in circles taking in this wonderful place before movement caught his eye. A Snivy popped out of nowhere and walked right up to Snivy, they were a girl.

"Come with me please, your friend told me to look for you," She spoke quickly

"Uuuuhhhh." Snivy uttered confused.

"you know what, nevermind!" She said grabbing her arm and dragging him away.

"Wait, uuhhh, where are we goi-"Snivy tried to ask as the snivy cut him off.

"To your friend." She replied simply.

The two snivys halted in front of a restaurant building as the female snivy had slowed down. "What is this pla-" Snivy tried to ask before being cut off again.

"Come on!" she told him as she gestured to the door.

Snivy opened the doors and walked inside. There were tables scattered around the room with various Pokemon sitting at them, however there was also a bar-like area over towards the back wall. Suddenly the female snivy started pushing him to the bar. He went with it without resistance and was soon stopped behind a stool at the bar-like area by the back wall. "Pikachu." Said the female snivy. "I found him."

The pikachu looked back "It would appear so" she said hopping off the stool.

"Who would you be?" asked Snivy.

"Wow Snivy, you didn't figure out yet?" retaliated the Pikachu.

"Well, you do sound familiar…" Snivy mused.

"Your best friend," she said, "One from school at least."

"...Oh I remember!" Snivy finally recalled after a few moments, "well I guess I can call you Pikachu here huh."

"I guess so," she said laughing, "but seriously, I can't believe you didn't recognize me".

"Well?!" Said the female snivy impatiently.

"Oh" Said Pikachu realizing what she meant, "that's right, this is Amery."

Snivy looked at Amery. "So, that's your name, well thanks for the introduction". He thanked Amery sarcastically

"Just because I am trying to be quick doesn't mean it's my fault." Responded Amery frustrated.

"Anyway...," continued Pikachu, "you're going to need a place to stay. Let's show you the place we got, you might recognize someone there as well."

Pikachu hopped off the bar stool and led the other two out and back to the town's gate where they left and followed a path through the forest. After quite a bit of walking they finally made it. Snivy was already filled with enthusiasm as he saw the house. A Two story with three windows, one near the top and two at the front by the door. After Snivy finished taking in the outside the three moved in through the door. Inside they first entered the living room. There was a couch, coffee table, chairs, and a lamp. As they entered the kitchen Snivy observed nice countertops, Darkened wooden cabinets, a metal stove, and a wooden rectangular table with three chairs in each side.

"Come on." Pikachu said enthusiastically "Let's show you the bedrooms next!"

The three walked up the stairs and into a hall. They walked down and opened the second door on the left. Inside there was a bed with the top against the middle of the left wall and a dresser in the left corner somewhat close to the door. "This will be your room. Make yourself at home." Pikachu told Snivy, "But first, I want you to meet someone you might recognize."

They all went back out to the hall and to the first door on the left from the stairs. As they went in an axew looked up from the stone stone he held. "Axsaurous we found him." Pikachu announced.

"You ain't kidding." Axsaurous responded "How you been doing? Remember when we played mystery dungeon global together?"

"I've been doing good and yeah, of course I remember. How are you doing man?"

"Pretty nice as well." Axaurous responded.

They left Axsaurous to his studying and went downstairs. "Well, I got to go," said Pikachu walking off into another room, "later guys."

"Bye." said Amery and Snivy.

"I have to go to." said Amery walking off.

"Bye," said Snivy as she left the house.

He decided on heading back into town to map out what was there. He walked downstairs and out the door and began the walk back. He slowly faded down the trail until he disappeared.

Five days later…

Whispers flowed through town after a strange pokemon entered it. Townsfolk denied him business because of his scary and frightening appearance. They questioned his presence in their thoughts only thinking of how out of place he was. Usually someone like him wouldn't be allowed into town. They only watched to see what he would do.

Earlier that day…

Grey wasn't too well off. First off, the town guard wouldn't let him in at first making him waste time, and poke as well, just getting in. Secondly, no one would talk to him or even look at him. He found the events so far… Concerning…

Ok, let's try it again. He walked up to another snivy. "Excuse me," he began asking politely as a charmander in his state could, "do you happen to know a place I could spend the night?"

The female Snivy swung around to reply, but was surprised by his appearance. "Well, how in Arceus' name did you get in?" She asked surprised. And curious.

Grey was silent as he was taken by surprise by the response. "Uh… I guess… well… you see, I'm good at... Persuading people... And bribing them."

"Alright." She said back carelessly, "Tried the inn yet?"

"Well, yeah. I tried it, but no one in this town, excluding you, would speak or look at me." He said sighing.

"Well, if you really need a place to stay. I guess you could stay at my place…" She told him awkwardly.

"Well, if you are inviting me, it would be rude to turn down such a beautiful lady." Grey responded before taking her hand and kissing it.

Amery blushed and giggled a bit "Ok then. Just follow me." she started to drag him out of the town and to her house.

Snivy was in his room looking into the mirror to see how awesome his red scarf looked. While he stood in the mirror someone knocked on his door and opened it. "Dinner is ready Snivy, Get your ass downstairs. I'm going to tell Axsaurous and Amery." Pikachu told him before leaving. Slightly amused he listened and went down the stairs and into the kitchen. He took his normal seat as the others made their way downstairs.

"Where's Amery" Snivy asked.

"I don't know," said Pikachu shaking her head, "Must still be out in town, I swear she takes her sweat time wandering ar-"

"Hey guys," said Amery as she walked in the door with another set of footsteps, "We have a new house guest!"

The friends' attention was instantly on the kitchen opening as Amery she walked in with a charmander. Surprised, Pikachu got a chair from another room and placed at the table by Amery's spot. The charmander sat between Amery and Axsaurous and began his awkward introduction as everyone settled. "Umm… So, hi, my name is Grey. No one in town would even speak to me, because I'm a charmander, and white, damn racists, so Amery Invited me to stay for now…" The group stared at Grey for a second before Pikachu got food for Grey and they all started eating. Snivy looked up from his food and to Grey,

"So Grey, where do you come from?" Asked Snivy suspiciously.

"About 5 days south of here." The charmander answered.

"So, why are you colored differently?" Axsaurous asked.

"Game glitch, tha-that's all!" He retaliated a little too defensively.

Pikachu switched the subject, "How do you like it here?" She asked.

"It's very...foresty." Grey said, "And treeful."

"Well, we all like it here. It's beautiful and quiet!" said Amery.

"It may be beautiful here, but even a wild roselia could see that the forest pales in comparison to this beautiful home." The charmander replied. Amery laughed lightly for a bit before starting a conversation with him. No one would show it but the group froze for a second due to being caught off guard by what he said. Pikachu, not wanting an awkward moment, just moved it along.

"Well, Grey." She said, "stay as long as you want."

"Thank you for your hospitality," Grey thanked her.

After Snivy finished eating he dragged himself upstairs, sluggishly opening his bedroom door and closing it before flopping onto his bed. Sleep overcame him as he lied down, like slowly being swept up by the tide.

Silence overcame the house as the darkness thickened outside before giving way to the elegant glow of the moon. Once sure of sleep and silence, Grey slowly got up and opened his door, closed it, and lightly went downstairs and out of the front door. Grey sighed as he escaped to the outside. I should talk to him...no I should wait until I have real information...but I don't even know where it is and maybe he does...but how could he, he's been locked up since the game started...he still could find us though...that's different I wasn't being protected...he's still a source of information...I won't use it then. Grey set off through the forest. He searched along near the mountain side where the forest faded out against the rock. After extensive searching, he came across a door. Or at least he thought it was. It was made of stone.

He placed a hand on the door's stone surface and it began glowing. The green light spread around the edge of the door. Suddenly, Grey was overcome by darkness. He fought to stifle his rising fear. After his moment of brief terror light slowly seeped into the area. And Grey became one of the first to enter a dungeon in this world.

Grey spun around as the intriguing place captivated his gaze. There was no ceiling or walls. Just a floor leading in all directions strange blue crystals lied on the floor as well as sleeping pokemon. Berries and chests of multiple colors were scattered about. There was no detectable light source. Grey's mind raced. This is impossible. And it was true. Almost nothing here was physically possible by human world standards.

Feeling the need to concentrate, Grey shook his head somewhat violently. "There's no time to be in awe!" Grey silently yelled at himself, "Clear it, get the key, and get back before they find me missing." Remembering his Pokemon Mystery Dungeon days he remembered that he needed a silver key to unlock the boss door.

After wandering around he found his result. Indeed, the key existed. Hanging around a Gabite's neck. A sleeping Gabite. Surrounded by gible. If Grey was smart, he'd swiftly sneak up, cut the necklace off gabite with slash, and sneak off. However, Grey just realized he had to sneeze. After involuntarily doing so, the entire room of Gible woke up. Before he could think about the consequences he quickly lost half his health points, being pinned down by a bunch of gible, with a chuckling Gabite towering over him.

"You want the key right?" Gabite asked, clearly deranged, laughing madly.

"Of course I do. Why else would I be here." retorted Grey struggling.

"Well, I win" The Gabite said, "make sure to come back so I can kill you again." Grey's next twenty to thirty seconds were filled with his own ear-splitting screams as he slowly got torn apart by the vicious gible slowly and agonizingly. Finally, he decoded into countless glowing specks. He woke up at his spawn point. He was lying in his bed at Amery's house again as if it had all been a bad dream, but Grey knew it wasn't. He'd be back.

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