AN: Hello, everyone! For those of you who are familiar with the Sonichu comics (which hopefully is a decent chunk of you), you're in for something cool! This is a retelling of the formation of the Chaotic Combo (yes, I'm keeping that name)!

Now, a few notes before we get into this. For one, this is actually posted on Archive of Our Own too, if you wish to see it there. Also, the designs of the Chaotic Combo in this story are not the original designs by Chris Chan. Rather, they are the redesigns done by Courtney/ProjectSNT. I just simply thought those designs were more interesting.

Well, without further ado, let's begin!

Chapter 1 The Chaotic Origins

Wild Sonrisu knew the woods like the back of his hand. As his nails dug into the bark of a tree, he took in the smell of the pine. Each tree has its own scent, it's own allure. This pine tree...it had stood for at least since Wild was born. Possibly before. No, definitely before.

Wild stopped when he got to the top and observed the forest, stretched out before him. Using his hand as shade, he searched for one specific tree. It had to be there. The bulbasaur that he had interacted with yesterday told him…

Wait. Was that it! The one with the golden leaves? Yes! Yes, there it was!

"Perfect." Wild let go of the tree and used his big, bushy green tail to fly through the air, swirling it around as if it were a helicopter blade. He noticed a falcon, soaring above him. It tilted its head in a questioning way, possibly shocked to see such an interesting creature as Wild.

Within minutes, Wild was at the tree. He stopped on the highest branch, admiring how the leaves shone with a golden sheen in the sunlight. He burrowed his way deep down into the branches, keeping his eyes peeled. The tree's fruits, orange like citrine and just as shiny, caught his eyes almost immediately. He grinned.

"Ah yeah, come to Papa." He plucked one of the fruits off the branch and took a bite. The sweetness, like raspberries, blueberries, chocolate, and honey combined, bathed his tongue in a glorious shower. His tail twirled around as he jumped in excitement.

"These are amazing!" He put one in his bag, then proceeded to collect more. And more. And more. Soon enough, his bag was bulging with these mythical fruits. With a grin, he jumped off the tree and flew home. The forest was wide, open, expansive, but it did not phase Wild at all. If anything, it got his heart pumping for adventure.

Cause that was what life was, really. It was an adventure. It was a series of ups and downs. Sometimes, the ups and down straightened out to form a straight line. While this was to be expected, he did not appreciate it when it happened.

Wild shook his head. He couldn't think about that right now. Now was not a time to be sad.

After a while, he got to his burrow, with the entrance resting on the side of a hill tucked between two oak trees. Wild entered into the burrow. His parents had loaned it to him when he reached maturity. Well, his adopted parents. Wild wasn't like other Pokemon due to the fact that he…

Oh, there his pesky brain went again! He didn't have time to think about all of this ridiculous sad stuff!

Once he got into the burrow, he lit the lantern hanging from the ceiling. It illuminated everything; his bed, his table, his chairs, his couch. Wild placed the fruits on the table. As he did, he let out a sigh. He was quiet for a few minutes before putting on a smile.

"This is going to be a real feast, Wild!" He put his bow and arrow on the table and chuckled. "If only I had some friends to eat with!"

Oh, come on! It happened again!

…

Crash.

Bubbles Roseblu's round ears listened to the sound of the sea. Her nose took in the salty scent of the waves. She took a step forward, and the waves came washing over her feet. They grew cold, and the hem of her purple and pink skirt got soaked. This just caused her to smile.

"You are frisky today, aren't you Ocean?" She reached out her hand, and a ball of water the size of a bowling ball rose put of the water. It contained a goldfish, who stared at Bubbles with a face that screamed "what in the world is happening?"

Bubbles laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, little one. I didn't mean to disturb you!" She gently placed the goldfish back under the water, a sweet smile planted on her face. This water….it was everything to her.

"Swampert!"

Bubbles turned toward at the sound of her mother's voice. The mighty Swampert, with glistening blue skin, trudged through the sand over toward her adopted daughter.

"Hi, Mama!" Bubbles exclaimed. She went up and hugged the Pokemon. "You look lovely today."

"Swampert! Swamp!"

Bubbles blushed, her cheeks feeling like they were sunburned. "Thanks, Mama."

"Swampert?"

Bubbles blinked. "I'm fine. I'm just enjoying the beach." She turned when she heard the screech of a seagull. The bird flew over the land, flapping its wings with pride, with purpose. She beamed. "Yeah. It's a beautiful sight."

"Swampert."

Bubbles laughed. "Oh, stop Mama! You know as well as I do that could never happen!"

The swampert nudged her in the back. "Swampert."

Bubbles giggled and sent a stream of water straight toward her Mama. The Swampert shook her head before jumping in the water and wading around.

Bubbles shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you don't really get hurt by the water." She waded in until she was up to her waist. Her skirt floated on the water, exposing her legs to the sea. She giggled as she pounced on her Mama, sending both of them under.

"Swampert!"

Bubbles grinned. "I love you too, Mama." She gasped when she spotted a pink seashell on the floor. "Ooh!" She picked it up, dusting the sand off. "This would be perfect for a seashell necklace! Don't you think Mama?"

"Swampert!"

Bubbles blushed again. "A boy, you say? I don't know if I can show this to a boy." She put the seashell in the a pocket and sighed. "That would require there to be other electric hedgehog Pokemon who would find me attractive."

…

Angelica Roseolga closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. The notes were as sweet as the warmth of Holy light. The lyrics echoed in her ears, giving her heartbeat a little extra kick. She leaned forward, tentatively leaning against her knuckles as she listened to the hymnal.

Change my heart Oh God

Make it ever true

Change my Heart Oh God

May I be Like you

Angelica shed a tear. The jewel-like droplet streamed down her sky blue cheek pouches. She curled her grayish-black ponytail over her right shoulder, quietly singing along with the words to the hymn that she had heard time and time again.

Once the song ended, Angelica could no longer bear sitting in the pew. People were bound to stare at her; being a flying electric hedgehog Pokemon, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She made her way out of the sanctuary and toward the fellowship hall. There, she was allowed to cry in peace.

"Angelica?"

Angelica dried her eyes and looked to see her adopted mother, Edie. Edie had more or less raised the young Pokemon since birth; she had taken her egg after it had magically appeared on the stoop of this very church.

"Sweetie, I saw you walk out. Is everything okay?"

Angelica bit her lip, her heart pumping all the more. She gripped the folds of her sparkly blue dress, biting her lip so hard that it hurt.

"Mother," she said. She wiped another tear away. "Does Jesus love me?"

Edie nodded. "Of course he does, sweetheart!"

"Then why hasn't he come back yet?"

Edie blinked. Angelica's tail curled around her body, causing her to cry even more.

"I want to see him. But I feel like he's so distant. Like he...doesn't care. Like all these songs we sing to him...aren't heard." She sobbed.

Edie nodded, a look of hurt on her face. Angelica's face grew warm. "You probably think I'm horrible for questioning my faith."

"No, no." Edie came up and cupped the girl's hands. "It's perfectly fine to question."

Angelica sighed. "I'm supposed to be stable. I'm supposed to be the 'picture perfect religious girl.'"

Edie laughed. "No one is perfect, Angie. And the fact that you aren't doesn't mean that you are any less of a person." Edie approached, outstretching her arms. "Come here."

Angelica reluctantly embraced her mother. The wariness of her embrace didn't stop her mind from going into overdrive.

"Why would God allow me to exist? A pokemon that no one had ever seen before, that no one knows how to categorize? What if there are no others like me? What if I'm the only one? What if…."

"Angie, stop," Edie said. She let go and placed her hands on both of Angelica's cheek pouches. "I'm sure there are others like you."

"Then where are they?"

Edie remained silent. Her face looked hurt one moment, then co scorned the next. Angelica probably knew that she should have expected this answer, but it still stung when her mother gave it to her.

"I don't know, sweetie."

…

"Hiyah!"

Punchy Sonilibre winced as he was kicked into the wall. He breathed in and out fiercely as he stood back up, sweat pouring down his face and dripping from his yellow mask. He eyed his opponent, who eyed him back with ire.

"You're afraid."

Punchy shook his head. "The only thing I am afraid of is you not being able to pay your hospital bills." He sent a fist toward the girl's face, but she dodged in the knick of time. He twirled around as she sent another barrage of kicks toward him.

Punchy placed his hand on the ground in a fighting stance as he eyed the girl. She only ever used her feet; this was both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness. Punchy jumped up into the air, hovering above everyone else in the dojo for a split second, before sending a kick straight down toward her face. He made a direct hit.

"Aah!" The girl put her hand to her bleeding nose. "I thought you only used punches."

Punchy smirked. "One true strength of any karate master is their ability to keep their attacks varied." He stepped toward her. "Are we finished here?"

The girl glared at him, all while holding her hand to her nose. Punchy stared her down with a look that was stoic, yet threatening. He could do much worse to her. Realizing this, the girl sighed.

"Yes." She stood up and bowed to him, and Punchy bowed as well.

"You put up a good fight," he said. This just got a huff out of his opponent.

With that, Punchy exited the room. He took off his mask as he went to the dojo's kitchen. That was a good fight. A very good fight. It left him hungry. Starving.

Thankfully, he was greeted by the sight of his Sensei, preparing ramen over the fire. The old master looked at his pupil with wistful eyes. "You did well?"

"Yes." Punchy waited for his master to ladle the soup into a bowl before taking it. He sat at the table and scooped the noodles up with a pair of chopsticks.

"Good." The wise master sat down opposite Punchy with his own bowl of ramen. "I am impressed by you, Punchy. You make even the greatest fighters look like amateurs."

Punchy snorted. "I am not that strong, Sensei. Not yet."

"But you wish to be." The master chewed on some ramen. "And as long as you have a goal in mind, then you will surely be able to reach it."

Punchy nodded. "That is one of my goals." He looked down into his soup bowl. "One of my others...might not be so attainable."

The teacher raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

Punchy inhaled. "I wish to meet more Pokemon like me."

"Ah." The master looked at him with sad eyes. "Alas, I do not believe that is possible."

Punchy exhaled. "I know." He picked up another ramen noodle with his chopsticks. "That is why I wish to dedicate myself to my other goal. That way, I can at least be satisfied with something in this life."

AN: Wait a minute, that's the end? What about Magi-chan? Well, don't worry! Magi-chan will be introduced next chapter!

I hope you are enjoying this so far :)