DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon in any way, shape, or form. All rights reserved to their respected owners.
Warning: Chapters will normally be long and the plot might move a little slow, but I promise I'll try to keep it exciting.
The World
There once lived a boy in a room locked deep on the fourth floor of a castle that was hidden from society. In it, was a boy named Natural Harmonia Gropius, but many called him N for short. All his life he was locked away in his room. Soon, it came to be the only world he knew. He wasn't a miserable child though, he was kept happy. He had a mini-basketball court, an amazing skateboard ramp, a box full of toys, a train set, and bed which seemed to have the comfiest mattress in the world. There seemed to be a little window on the front wall of his room, but it was tinted completely black. He always knocked on it every day, wondering what was behind it. Whenever he wanted something, he'd ask for, and he'd get it all the time. He practically had never even heard the word "No" or never even knew it was in existence. But still, he couldn't help think what lies beyond his door… Where did his father go whenever he left through there? And why didn't he ever stay to play with Natural? Didn't he love him? Sometimes these thoughts would run through his head. They made him feel… Different. He couldn't put to words what this feeling was exactly, since all he had ever known was happiness.
One day, Natural sat up on the top of his skateboard ramp and read a book called Where The Wild Things Are. He flipped through the pages one by one, taking in everything the book had to offer, until he stopped on a page and saw an unfamiliar word. It unlike anything he had ever seen! He squinted his eyes, took out a piece of paper and pencil, and wrote the word down three times. His handwriting was neat, like a little girl's. He couldn't even pronounce the word; it looked so foreign. The letters were arranged in an odd manner and when Natural tried to sound it out; he felt funny and occasionally giggled at himself for trying to figure it out.
His father entered the room. His name was Ghetsis. He was a tall man that always wore a purple colored robe with beige on it. He had long, tea green hair much like his son. Natural ran down the steps of his skateboard ramp and hugged his father tight. His father slowly patted him on the back and asked
"How are you, my son?" His voice was deep, like an old man's. But that didn't mean he was certainly old. He was around his mid to late forties.
"Daddy, what's this mean?" Natural took out a piece of paper and gave it to his father. He unfolded it and read it quietly to himself. But it looked he just looked at the first letter and stopped. His face twisted into a horrible scowl. His eyes burned with anger and disappointment like the fire on a match, and Natural just happened to be the match.
Ghetsis looked down at his son and crumpled the paper in his hands. The veins in his arm raged like a horrible, angry wildfire consuming everything in its path and its next target was Natural. "Little Harmonia, it is time for you to go to bed." He said as he gritted his teeth, choking back the anger and for some odd reason, a wave disappointment.
Natural looked up at his father and began whining "But Daddy, I don't wanna go to bed yet!"
His father did not respond. He just stood there with his head down at the ground. Natural kept begging and pleading for hours. It was like staying up a little longer was more important than his life at that moment. Suddenly, his father's head cocked up slowly with an evil gaze as he said "No… Go to bed now!" he yelled. Natural jumped. He had never in his entire life heard such a tone from his own father, or anyone for that matter! His voice echoed over and over again in the room. To Natural it was like he was yelling over and over again right in face, piercing his ears with his voice.
"Go to bed now!"
"Go to bed now!"
"Go to bed now!"
The echoes began to run together in his head until it was a mess of unintelligible demonic chants. But suddenly, an all too familiar yell pierced through the loud and horrible demonic chanting. It was accompanied by a twisted face of anger that looked much like his father's.
"GO TO BED NOW!" the voice yelled.
Natural looked up to see that he had fallen to the ground and was curled up in the fetal position. He looked up to notice his room was completely dark and his father was nowhere to be seen. There was also an odd, faint smell of asparagus in the air, but that was the least of Natural's thoughts at the moment. He stood up slowly. His legs felt numb and his knees nearly buckled. He staggered over to where his father stood and saw the crumpled up piece of paper that he had handed to him. He picked it up, put it in his pocket and slowly staggered over to his bed. For hours, he stayed awake wondering. Why did his father get so angry at him for wanting something? It wasn't like he ever denied him before, so why now? Did Natural do something wrong? Was he being punished? But ultimately, what did that new word he said mean?
He heard his father's voice in his head, echoing that word. "No…"
. . .
Elsewhere in the castle, something horrible took place…
Ghetsis stood in the foyer with a man dressed completely in white with a hood over his head and a big letter P stamped across his hoodie.
"You know my plans…" Ghetsis muttered.
The man dropped to his knees and began begging with tears rolling down his face like a waterfall. "Please, My Lord! I never knew giving him a book would ever cause such complications!"
"You worthless excuse for a grunt… I let you into my home and helped you see things you never saw before!" Ghetsis yelled. His voice echoed in the foyer like a madman. He walked to the left and extended his right hand, pushing his robe back. "You dare defy me and go against my orders, putting my plans in jeopardy?" He walked to the right and extended his left hand, pushing his robe back. An eerie gust of wind blew from behind him as he brought both of his hands up in the air like a God. "You are no longer a member of Team Plasma. You have put our plans in jeopardy, but also you have almost ruined my son. I order you to get your things and get out immediately."
The man began sobbing and crying hysterically. He fell to the ground and began kissing Ghetsis's foot, pleading and pleading over and over again to not make him leave. This was all the man knew. This is the only thing he could succeed at. This is the only world he knew, and now here it came crashing down in front of him. And to think, it was all over a silly book that was never intended for a small boy to read.
"You are truly pathetic…" Ghetsis scoffed. A huge, black dragon with six wings and heads for arms roared from behind Ghetsis. It flew ferociously and landed in front of him. Its eyes were bloodshot red and all three of its mouths where drooling with hunger. "Hydreigon, take care of him." Ghetsis turned his back and walked out of the foyer. Hydreigon roared and fired a devastating purple shockwave at the man.
Suddenly, something outrageous happened. The man's Watchog jumped out of its Poké Ball and stood in front of him, both with its arms and legs spread.
The last echoes that lived in the foyer that night were the man's distraughtful bloodcurdling screams of horror…
. . .
It had been days since the incident between Natural and his father, but neither of them forgot. It was horrifyingly tense between the two of them. It was as if the air around them was made out of the same material that Registeel's body is made out of and the tension was like a Nidoking's Horn Drill attack, trying ever so hard to pierce it.
One day, Natural noticed that the door to his room was left cracked open. It looked as if Ghetsis had left the door, connecting Natural's world to the real world wide open. Natural slowly reached up for the doorknob and opened the door. A magnificently large hallway exploded into his vision as he saw an amazing floor decorated in purple with crystal chandeliers above every big tile.
Suddenly, Natural began running. He didn't know where, but something inside of him told him to start running. He ran down four flights of stairs until finally reaching a huge room.
"This looks like something out of one of my medieval books…" Natural thought to himself. "Is this a foyer?"
He looked around and saw that the big room was empty, but something caught his attention. He walked over to a certain spot in front of the huge doors and knelt down, looking at the floor. He saw a crimson-colored stain that crinkled and crumbled when he poked at it with his fingernail. He felt something from the stain. He felt something he had never felt before, but he had no clue how he felt it. He felt dark. He felt cold. He felt an absence of warmth.
He felt sorrow…
He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but he just felt like apologizing for something. He anyways disregarded this feeling, viewing it as possibly useless and opened the door. A bright light shined in his eyes which made him put his arm over them. He began walking slowly through the bright, blinding light that seemed to have no end until finally, he entered something. He entered the world.
He looked up and saw nothing but blue. The blue skies. They made him feel happy, a feeling that he was used to feeling, but this happiness was different. He looked around at the amazing buildings around him, wondering what they were. He saw all sorts of things pass him by: humans, cars, humans on these weird things called bikes. It was so much for him to take in at once!
But then he saw it. He laid his eyes upon something so horrible and so grueling, it made him drop to his knees with trickles of tears rolling down his little cheeks.
He saw two much older men viciously kicking and mercilessly stomping on a small, bug-leaf Pokémon. A Sewaddle. Natural remembered its name from a book he read. The men were yelling and swearing at the top of their lungs about how much they hated the Pokémon, wishing it would just die and telling it that it had no right to live and should never have tried to be their friend. Just who were they to even tell a Pokémon those kinds of things? They weren't Arceus, and even Arceus himself would never call a Pokémon such awful things… Natural thought to himself.
Natural looked over through his tears and saw a tall, beautiful woman with dark-flowing hair and cherry red lips calling a Trubbish an "Ugly good-for-nothing that has no place on this earth with anyone. You have got to be the most disgusting Pokémon it has ever been my displeasure to lay my eyes on. I don't know what I saw in you, but whatever I did see is now gone, you piece of useless trash." Natural began sobbing hysterically at the words the woman spoke to her Pokémon.
"It's a sad world, isn't it?" A voice said. Natural jumped and looked down. The little Sewaddle was in front of him, crying and beaten up. Its leaves were all bloody and it was missing a few of its feet and teeth. "W- Wait, can you hear me?"
"I- I can…" Natural was shocked to discover he could communicate with a Pokémon. Natural picked up the Sewaddle and held it close to his chest. Suddenly, the Trubbish was in front of him, wiping the tears away from his eyes. Natural looked around and saw even more abuse and mistreatment of Pokémon.
A little girl stood off in the distance and released her Woobat, calling it a "Worthless piece of trash that if it weren't for your horrible battling skills, we would have a badge by now. But NOOOO. You just had to give up against that Pansear and Pansage, saying they double-teamed you with a nasty Bite attack. A strong Woobat would be able to take those weaknesses, but not you. You're weak. No, you're worse than weak. You're just absolutely nothing… I'm off to Wellspring Cave to catch a stronger Woobat by myself. I don't care what you do; do whatever the hell you want. DIE even."
"I'm part psychic, and dark-types are my weakness… They kept using Bite over and over again! I can't help it they do so much damage to me! Maybe I am worthless… Maybe I am nothing…" Woobat snuggled up against Natural, who had streaks of tears running down his face. "Thank goodness you can hear us… Finally, someone to talk to…"
A little boy screamed, tugging on his mother's shirt, yelling "Mommy! Mommy! That stupid, mean Herdier bit me! I told you he was evil! Mommy, make him go away! I think it has rabies! What if I get infected? MOMMY, LISTEN TO ME!" Finally the woman turned around and kicked Herdier in its stomach with the sharp edge of her high-heel.
Herdier limped over to Natural with blood dripping from its stomach "It was an accident… The boy stepped on my tail while I was sleeping and- I didn't mean to! I've known him for such a long time now… I guess he never cared about me…" Herdier licked Natural's face. "Are you the one that can hear our voice?"
Natural sat there, crying and holding his head in his lap with his fingernails scratching against his head like sharp claws. He saw much more abuse… After a while, an Emolga, Darmanitan, Krokorok, and Maractus had joined the circle.
All of the Pokémon began talking at once.
"This world is so awful…"
"I just wish I could die sometimes… I'd be so much better off dead than alive…"
"But if we never got captured in the first place, none of this would have ever happened…"
"Maybe we were just meant for the wild…"
"The world, separated by humans and Pokémon…"
"They don't even care anymore…"
"They build over our homes and pollute like they have the god-given right to be there…"
It hurt Natural's head as he clutched it in his hands and screamed an ear-piercing scream. Suddenly, the screaming stopped. He had an idea. He quickly got up and ran over to the two men that were abusing the Sewaddle and got their attention.
"Excuse me, sirs! Sewaddle doesn't like being hurt like that! Couldn't you hear him? Couldn't you hear his voice?"
The men turned around and laughed heartily at him like he was some sort of freak.
"Kid, you must be out of your green-haired mind if you think you can hear Pokémon!"
Soon, people began gathering around him, laughing and calling him names, pointing fingers like they were in preschool.
"That's just impossible!"
"He can hear those monsters' voices? Just what the hell is that freak talking about?"
"Wow, what a freak!"
"A freak? That's way too nice!"
"He must be one of them!"
"That kid isn't human, he's a monster!"
Natural fell back on his behind and began clawing at his head like a madman with confusion.
"Ahha, I finally see it now… This world- It's so Black and White…"
Natural looked up at the people making fun of him.
"Black…"
Natural looked back at the beaten and battered Pokémon.
"And White…"
Natural looked down at his hands and orange shirt that were dripping wet with sweat and tears.
"And I-…"
"Natural, you're very filthy." Ghetsis said from behind him. The laughing and finger pointing stopped. "Come inside, Natural. You should have never been out here. You've breathed in too much bad air; its toxic." Ghetsis picked up Natural and began walking with him in his arms.
. . .
Natural laid awake in his room for days without sleeping. He kept thinking and thinking. What ever happened to those Pokémon he saw in the outside world? Why wasn't he ever allowed out? He needed answers. He got a piece of chalk and walked over to the chalkboard and began writing.
The world is separated into two different colors; Black and White.
Black, a world where humans do not need Pokémon in any way, shape, or form. A world where Pokémon would be better off non-existent. Humans could finally live their life to the fullest without having to deal with such annoyances that Pokémon would create. Only after this action takes place, would achieve their perfect forme without the help of Pokémon.
White, a world where Pokémon do not need humans in any way, shape, or form. Pokémon can grow freely in the wild without humans ordering them around and restricting what they do, forcing them do such awful things and treating them horribly. Only after this, would Pokémon achieve their perfect forme without help from humans.
But I am not human. I am a monster. I am a freak. I am a cancer to this society. Or maybe, I am the ultimate solution. For now, I have set myself as Grey, which is undefined. I must achieve answers. I must achieve perfection. I MUST SEE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS.
I must figure out what Grey is.
I need answers.
And I will not be getting them in this room…
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