Me: Hi everyone.
Thunder: Hello.
Shade: Hey.
Me: How's everyone doing today? Good? Well, I hope so. Bad? Well.. I hope you get all happy again soon!
Thunder: Yeah!
Me: Now, do we have any reviews?
Shade: Yes, surprisingly.
Me: Yay! ..Wait a minute..
Shade: Just answer the reviews!
Me: Alright, alright. Geez.
AK1028- Oh no.. Things are not good, not at all. A lot of things are going to happen in this chapter. Well, possibly. We'll just have to wait and see what happens as the chapter goes along, I suppose. As for the trouble, well the trouble is only just starting, and it will only get worse as the story goes on. And you're gonna have to wait and see what happens though! Thank you for the review by the way friend. I hope that you continue to like and enjoy the story.
Thunder: Done?
Me: Yep! Let's begin Chapter 1! Hope you all enjoy it! Oh, wait, before I begin, this chapter will take place before the prologue did. It will explain the bite of 87 that was talked about in Five Nights at Freddy's, only my own version of what happened. A few chapters will led up to where the Prologue began at, and then the story shall pick up from there with them bringing Pokémon to the place to kill. Or.. Something. I haven't gotten it all figured out yet, but you guys know. ..Maybe? XD. Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 1
The day was slow at Crescent's pizza place. Hardly any Pokémon came that day. Some did, but it was rather slow and dull. There were a few grown Pokémon there along with their kids and the ones that worked there, but other than that, hardly anyone was around the place today. The small bear and his friends were putting on a show for the small kids that were there. No one was bothering with the Fennekin though. The Fire-type was a little upset about that, but he didn't mind. They'd come and see him soon enough, right?
The reason why hardly any Pokémon was coming around was simple. Recently a murder had taken place at the food place. Five kids had been killed at the place, and the place had been shut down for a few days for that reason. However, seeing as how there was no real evidence to prove that anything happened, and the place was re-opened.
Several Pokémon were enjoying their evening at the night of the re-opening, a little more than cautious due to the report of the murders there. A small little Squirtle looked at the Fennekin, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Sweetie," his mom, a Blastoise called, "It's time to go."
"Aw, mom," the little Squirtle complained, "Do I have to?"
"Yes," she answered, "We have to get you to bed soon."
The Squirtle started to whine and complain, stomping his feet around as he was used to getting his way. The Fennekin watched the Water-type, and chuckled slightly.
Kids these days, he thought. They never change much.
"We have to go before the health inspector comes." The female Blastoise said.
The Squirtle pouted but followed his mother nonetheless. Crescent's ears perked up at this news. A health inspector was coming here? One had not been here in a long time, and it was surprising to know that one was coming. He hopped that everything was in check, as he didn't want the place to be shut down, and he knew that his friends felt the same way. That's when a Sceptile entered the place, having a clipboard in his hand. The brown bear Pokémon watched with curious eyes, as did Blut and Buninia.
"Welcome to our little place, Mr. Sceptile," said a rather shifty Meowth, owner of the place.
"No kissing up to me, Mr. Meowtih," the inspector said.
"E-excellent," Meowth stated, a bit nervous. "Please, let me show you around."
"Very well." Sceptile replied, following the Normal-type.
The three Pokémon on the stage watched the two Pokémon as they walked around the place, having stopped in doing their show so they could see and hear what was going on. Kyaputen looked out from his cave-like place, watching as well.
"And this is my acts here," Meowth said, coming over to the animatrocs.
Sceptile sniffed them and nearly gagged. "Blech, they smell like death."
Death? No one has died here! Crescent thought.
"I'm sure it's nothing!" Meowth said, a bit too quickly.
That's when Sceptile went over to Kyaputen. The dark red Fennekin looked at the Grass-type Pokémon with his bright red eyes, wondering what he was going to say about him. He hopped it was nothing bad.
"This one seems rather run down and old. Plus, he also smells like death!"
The Fire-type frowned at this. He wasn't ran down and old nor did he smell like death? Did he?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Meowth, but based on these unbelievable and terrible conditions, I have to shut this place down."
"What?! No!"
Crescent, Blut, Buninia, and Kyaputen's eyes all widened in shock and fear at this. The place was going to be shut down?! He couldn't do that! This was their home, the place they've known forever! It couldn't just be taken away like this! They had to do something, and something now. The Fennekin quickly sprang out of his place, latching onto the Grass-type's arm with his fangs, baring down hard enough to draw blood.
"YEOWCH!" Sceptile yelped, seeing that the Fennekin was alive. He paled as did the Meowth. "What the shit?! Get off of me!"
Sceptile activated his Leaf Blade, slashing Kyaputen. The Fire-type yelped though he kept grip on the older Pokémon's arm, growling, glaring up at the taller Pokémon with his blood red eyes. Sceptile struggled, knowing that his moves were ineffective against the Fire-type.
"H-help me!"
Meowth, still in shock, only nodded as he started to pull Kyaputen away from Sceptile. The fox Pokémon bit down harder on the Grass-type's arm, trying to keep from being pulled off. This fucker needed to be taught a lesson, and damnit, he was going to be the one to do it!
"Let go of me!" Sceptile shouted, his Leaf Blade getting slightly stronger.
"Kyaputen, let go!" Meowth pleaded, knowing that this wasn't helping their chance to stay open. Not at all...
"No!" the fox growled, though it was muffed by the arm in his mouth. "He's going to shut us down! And he said mean things about us! He needs to pay for it!"
Crescent, Blut, and Buninia watched from the stage, stunned. They never knew that their friend could act in such a way, but they understood where he was coming from. They didn't want to be shut down as much as he did.
"Should we help him?" the Buneary asked.
"If he does anything further to hurt him, we'll step in," Blut told the rabbit. "Right, Crescent?"
The bear nodded in agreement. "Right."
Sceptile flinched in pain as the Grass type struggled more, his left arm bleeding really badly. Meowth struggled badly, messing up the Fennekin's fur badly. That's when Sceptile collect light for its most powerful attack, Solarbeam. Kyaputen kicked the Meowth away with his back paws, he was starting to piss the Fire-type off. And no one wanted to piss one off. Bad things happened when you did.
"Take this you stupid Pokémon!" the Grass-type growled, fighting the Solarbeam at the much younger Pokémon.
The attack hit the poor Fennekin, making the fox cry out in pain, letting go of the Sceptile's arm, taking some flesh with him. Kyaputen landed on the ground hard on his side. He struggled to get back onto his paws, that attack hurt a lot. His version blurred before the Fire-type fell onto the ground, and didn't get back up again. This worried his friends, but they stayed where they were, not wanting to suffer the same thing as the fox.
We'll get him back for this Kyaputen, Crescent promised his fallen friend. I promise you. He'll and every other Pokémon will pay dearly.
Me: And that's Chapter one of our story!
Thunder: Poor Kyaptuen though... I feel bad for the poor Fennekin.
Me: I feel bad for him as well. But hey, it's part of the story. The next chapter will take place when he wakes up, and the Sceptile as left, and the place is dark. Like it has already been shut down. And then there'll be a time-skip maybe.. I dunno. I'll see what my mind comes up with. XD. Anyway, it's time to end this chapter I think. Thunder, if you please.
Thunder: Sure! We hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please don't forget to read and review! Bye everyone!
