If any of you guessed that Nick was 'Tiger'.

Well, you are wrong.

(:P) nay! nay!

Warning: the first part of this chapter is set around the same time that Bobby was taken over. These thought are of 'Tiger', Nick, Instincts, and Bobby. Reread chapter 12 to refresh your memory.

Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Creatures Inc. blah blah blah.

'Tiger' is in fact a new character and so is Nick. BOTH are my own original characters.

Now on with the show.


Ch. 4 (18) Nick's Story

(Nick's POV)

I was in a dream, but it wasn't one of my usual dreams. There were no cowboys anywhere, and even stranger still. It was like I wasn't even there.

......hello........is anyone out there....

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....what a dumb dream........there's absolutely nothing around......

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.....not even a cactus.....

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"help...... me....... Marcus........Morgan.......... anyone.......," I heard someone call out faintly.

......Bobby is that you.....

I started running in the direction that I thought that I had heard the voice coming from.

....... where are you?......

....... Nick, is that you?.....

..... Yeah Bobby, its me......

....... Bobby?.....no, this is Arthur.....

..... Arthur?....you sound older... where are you?......

......I don't know..... I can't see anything....but I heard Bobby.....

.....I know he's in trouble....

...Ahhh!..... Pain...... I can feel.... I'm breathing.... my heartbeat's a little over the top but I'm just happy to be alive.... no, I feel anger and fear..... but why? I can think clearly now..... I should be happy.....

.....Bobby....can you hear me!.....

... Stay down..... no..... it's bedtime.... Bedtime? but I just woke up...... Stay down I said.....so sweepy....

....No Bobby, don't fall asleep!.....

...... that's right, Bobby, sleep..... but my friwend..... you have no friends, Bobby....

.....Bobby, that's not true! Don't believe that voice...

.....but she's wright there.....Not now, Bobby..... Please let me s...sleep Bobby.... Aw, do I hafe to?....... Yes, Bobby...........

.....NO!!!!....

........Oh okay, nighty night, Instinks....

.....We have to hurry.....

Both of us continued to run for what seemed like forever, but it was impossible to tell if we were even going in the right direction or even if we were running in the same direction as each other. Then there was this strange light.

..... Hey Arthur......

.....I know.... I see it too.....

.....let's go............................. AHHHHH!!!!.....

There was a powerful tornado past that light. It almost sucked us right in. I could see. Pictures, flashes of memories that I had with Bobby. As well as memories that I knew weren't mine.

Then the storm stopped.

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.......Now where am I?....I can't move..... I can't even open my eyes...what is this awful taste....I can't move my tongue.... Let me out of here..... Arthur! can you hear me? ..... Hehehe, what's tickling my nose.....I tried to grab the object...It almost feels like a paintbrush....but I can feel it..... almost like its a part of my body..... alright, ew, it touched my tongue..... now I have the delightful taste of paint in my mouth.... what else could possibly go wrong......And where did that paint come from exactly!!!!.....

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...... It's been a while..... and now that I think about it......I haven't tried talking yet....on the other hand...... do I really want to taste more of this gunk........ hold on, I'm not breathing.....oh well, this is just a dream right?.... what a funny tasting dream..... this is boring....... I wish something else would happen....... hey, is that screaming...... Ahhh, earthquake!!!....I take it back!!!!....Boring was just fine ......let me out!!!!!.....

I started kicking about, trying my best to get out of this.... thing that I was in, while at the same time save myself from the earthquake. Then suddenly, it felt like I was free-falling from inside of the thing. Then all stopped as quickly as it had began and I broke something.

.....Oh snap that was scary..... My heart is pumping like crazy and..... and I'm breathing?...

... then this isn't a dream..... For the love of Pie! Let me out of this crazy thing....


(Nicole's POV)

Hey, my name is Nicole Rembrandt of Solaceon Town. I was just visiting the caves outside of town looking for some inspiration. When, for no reason at all, the Unown started going crazy. They were attacking everything in sight. Pokemon, people and even each other. I was with my tour guide when it started happening. He told me to run and, being without any Pokemon of my own, I took his advice.

"I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere," I said to no one in particular, "at least you're still safe."

I rubbed the egg that I had received from the nice couple in town. They said that I might enjoy the particular pokemon that would come out of it. Personally, I wasn't so sure that I could take proper care of it. I couldn't afford one of those fancy incubators, so I had to use the inside of my backpack. I have been wearing my backpack like a pouch for almost two weeks. I almost felt like a Chansey.

"Unown. Unown!"

"Oh no! They found me," I said zipping up my backpack and continued running. Then I tripped. In that split second, all I could think about was the egg. I managed to turn midair and crash land on my back.

"Good you're safe," I said before I remembered the Unown who were about to attack again. I braced myself for pain.

Then I waited. When I had collected enough courage to open my eyes, I saw that the Unown had stopped. No chasing. No attacking. No screeching. They just floated there. I stood up and they rose higher.

"What are you all." I said backing up, which they seemed to follow me. I moved a few more times and they mirrored almost exactly. One Unown in particular came closer than the others. Then I felt a kick coming from the inside of my bag. All except that certain Unown backed off.

"Alright.... this is weird," I said as the single Unknown came closer to my bag, "Whoa! back off there buddy." The egg kicked again. The single Unown spun with happiness and almost seemed to giggle.

"Unown! Unown!" It cheered. The rest of the Unown just looked at each other.

"Well, I guess I should get going now," I tried to turn away but that single Unown stayed right in front of me, "alright that was cute at first, but now it's just..." there was a third kick and a distinct crack!

Time stopped.

I slowly unzipped my bag. A radiant light seemed to pour out. My egg was hatching.

The other Unown started to dance around me and the single Unown. They were in no order in particular, but they seemed to know exactly were to float at the right moment. They were chanting their song as I watched the egg change shape. When the light faded, saw a cream colored type of hat on top of some sort of dog pokemon. It opened it's eyes and looked at me.


(Nick's POV)

I had complete control of my motor functions again, but I still couldn't focus my eyes. There was an annoying sound in the air. It was hurting my ears, it was so loud. I closed my eyes and shook my head a bit. The sound was still there.

"Oh it's so cute," I heard a girl say.

"(What is?)" I gasped, not just because I didn't sound like I was speaking english, but there was a humongous girl looking down at me.

"Hey, there little guy," she smiled at me, "you're really cute."

I couldn't help but blush, then that chanting stopped. She reached in and picked me up.

"(Whoa there! Put me down!)," I cried.

She did, then reached into the bag and pulled something out.

"(Sorry about this, but I have to go.)" I tried to run away, but I was pulled back by my rear end. It hurt even worse when I landed on the stone floor.

"Rambunctious little guy aren't you," she said, "you nearly forgot this."

She handed me an unusual paintbrush. I was about to take hold of it, when I saw my hand. It looked more like a paw. I only had two fingers and a thumb!

"(What the?)," I said checking the rest of my body, "(what happened to me?)"

"(Nothing much.)," I heard a voice giggled, "(You just came into this world and got so scared that you nearly lost your tail.)"

"(I'm not supposed to have a tail!)," I held my head, "(Well, at least I still have my hat. Wait, this isn't even my hat!)" I tried pulling the counterfeit off, but it was stuck on my head.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"(What does it look like? I'm trying to get this thing off my head!)"

"You really should stop that."

"(Why should I!)," I snapped at her.

"Hey, that's no way to talk to me."

"(Sorry.)," I gave up, then I noticed the floating letters, "(are those.....)"

"Unown," the letters chanted.

"(Ah! That sound! That horrible sound!!)," I tried to run away again, but got caught by my tail again. I turned to see that it was that girl.

"(Hey, give me that!)" I stood up and swiped my tail from her, "(Don't you know better than to pull somebody by the tail! It hurts!... Oh, snap, I have a tail.)"

I started crying and cradling my tail. I know that I am too old, but sometimes, people just need to cry. Alright!

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," she picked me up, "what do you say we get out of here?"

I stopped crying so hard and nodded. She carefully put me into the backpack.

"Are you going to alright with being in there?"

"(No... Well, it is kind of comfy.)," I said before she carefully put on the bag.

"Good," she then turned to the floating letters, "would you mind showing us the way out?"

They looked at each other and sort of frowned. How I could tell is still beyond me. One letter who was not in the group stepped, rather, floated forward.

"(I'll do it.)," it said in it's weird language. And started along a passageway.

"I guess, I'm following you then," the girl said as the letter passed us.

The group of letters followed within earshot behind us.

After a long series of twists, turns, and many stairways, we were finally outside. The sunlight hurt my eyes a bit. When my eyes came into focus, I could see a beautiful sight. The forest, the trees, all across the mountainside. It was so beautiful. I don't know why but seeing the outside world seemed to give me energy. Energy that I didn't even realize that I had.

"Hey, what are you?"

By pure instinct and adrenaline, I jumped right out of the backpack and started drawing with my tail onto the side of a wall. I was halfway done before I even realize what I was doing.

"Wow, that's beautiful!"

I stopped... What was, I doing?....

"Hey, aren't you going to finish it?"

I shook my head no.

..... I mean why should I?.... Why did I even start?......Eh, might as well sign it......

"Hey, what's that? N-I-C-K. How cute you even come with you're own name. Well, my name's Nicole, we match!"

"(Of course, I have a name. Why wouldn't I? Oh, right I'm a Pokemon.)"

Yeah that's right! I watched the show! and I'm not ashamed of it..... even though I am sixteen.

"Well, let's see what you are," she took a booklet out of a side pocket in her bag, "Let's see Smurgle, Smergle, How do do you spell that? Oh, wait here it is? Smeargle: The Painter Pokemon: It marks it's territory by using it's tail like a paintbrush. There are more than 5,000 different marks."

"(Well, that was nearly worthless information.)," I looked myself over again, "(so I'm a Smeargle. Well, all things considering, at least I'm not a girly pokemon like Chansey, Jigglepuff, or worse yet Kirlia....)"

Back at home, the game PMD said that I was very laid back and not one to panic, but very loyal to my friends. Guess what it said that I was. A Chikarita. Compared to that, this is not so bad.

"(Bye bye!)," the floating letter said.

Then floated back to the group. The group shot at it with colorful orbs. They used Hidden Power one of their own.

"(Hey, what did you do that for?)," I yelled at them, "(That's no way to treat your friend.)"

The Unown ignored my statement and turned away from the single one. It looked sad.

"Poor thing." the girl said, "getting kicked out like that..... I know!"

Nicole reached into her bag and pulled out a yellow and blue ball. I recognized it as a Quick Ball, from the video games.

"Hey, um Unown," she got up close and smiled even though it turned away from her, "I was saving this for Nick, but if you'd like... you can come home with us."

She held up the Quick Ball to the letter's eye level. Upon seeing it, the letter cheered up a bit, 'smiled', and spun at the idea.

"(Yea! Home!)"

"Alright then, here you go," she held the Pokeball steady for the letter pokemon.

It tapped on the button and was quickly sucked inside without a fight.

"Yes, I caught an Unown."

"(Do you have any idea how stupid that sounded?)," I grumbled. She fell over at my lack of enthusiasm.

"Now don't worry Nick," she rubbed me on the head, "I'll get you your own Pokeball. When we get back into town."

"(What? No!)," I ran again, luckily remembering to bring my tail this time.

"Nick get back here! Town is that way!"

"(I don't care! You're not stuffing me into one of those things!)"

......Man, I wonder where Arthur and Bobby are..... They can't possibly any worse off than I am right now.... hm, that's a nice looking tree.... its so big and even smells nice...................... there, now it's my tree.....

"Gotcha!"

..... she caught me?....... How did that happen?.......

I slapped my forehead at my own realization.

.....Crimoney, I just marked my territory!.......

"Well, that is an unusual marking. Looks like a Munchlax.... I think."

....that's not a Munchlax. It's my hero's emblem........ but I guess people of this world wouldn't recognize that....... hm, though there does seem to be a resemblance....

"Alright, let's go for it!" I thought that I heard someone call.

........what was that?...... wasn't that... Bobby's battle cry?......


Don't make sense at the end? Good, wasn't expecting it to.

There will be some seemingly random statements and comment that will continue to appear in future chapters. The reason that these four will make these types of comment is because they were designing a hero comic in their own world. Each one made their own heroes designs, vehicles, emblems, and battle cries. Together, they made their own unique super hero team in their comic called 'Clash of Charator'. At some points (in my original story) they really get into character.

The "Clash of Charactor" world is my own original idea, so don't attempt to steal it!!!!
Make you own comic before ever attempt to steal someone else's!
Especially, Mine!

Also, for those of you that are concerned about the tour guide... Good For You.

As for what happened to him.....

I can honestly say.....

I don't know.

I completely forgot about him after I wrote this chapter. I never determined his fate, but I can say this....

You will not hear from him again! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

*cough cough* *cough cough cough*

Man, it hurts to laugh maniacally! Why do I have to be evil! Why can't I be a good guy for once, huh?

'(T_T)'

Oh yeah... genetics...

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Darn genetics!

Darn my 82% Monkey DNA!!!!

Darn my Horse Like Hair!!!!

Darn my Pig Like Organs!!!

Darn my Squid Like Eyes!!!

Darn my More K-9 Like FEET!!!!!

Darn my Smarter Than A Dolphin Brain!!!!

DARN IT ALL TO...

!! ('.') !!

Sorry, got a little carried away there. Please review!