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Somewhere with Pikachu...
Pikachu woke up in a groggy manner. He looked around and noticed that he's locked in a cage. He can see Squirtle and Bayleef in cages as well, unconscious.
What just happened?
They were captured by the black balloon, that's for sure. Locked in cages that inhumanely restrict movement. The question is: What now?
Oshawott, Pignite, and Snivy were nowhere to be seen-
Pikachu had to stop thinking for a moment so he can let the pain in his head subside. They're in something unfamiliar. Some kind of moving place to be exact. He can't seem to wrap who would want to kidnap them.
The room was dark, only illuminated by Pikachu's electric-sacs.
A door opened, revealing an aged human in an orange pinstriped suit. He felt and looked familiar in a bad way. Someone he doesn't want to remember. He feels the evil intent of this man. His greed, his lust for power, and his sense of cruelty have no bounds. All of that was aimed at him and his fellow Pokemon like a predator with a vendetta.
Giovanni.
The leader and mastermind of Team Rocket.
Giovanni leaned forward until he was at the same level as Pikachu, glaring. "... What do we have here? Ketchum's Pokémon?"
Pikachu also glared despite knowing he can't do anything. He realized what was going on and he knows it too well. This man will kill him and Ash if he gets the chance. He said nothing as he went eye-to-eye with him.
"Heh... What a coincidence... Long time no see, rodent. So much wasted potential on a powerful Pikachu."
Pikachu didn't do anything. Continuing his glare, sparks crackled across his fur, heating the cage until it was red-hot. The cage softened a little, with Giovanni looking in amusement.
He chuckled maliciously. "You better find your friends, rat. I have several 'surprises' for all of you."
A group of Team Rocket grunts entered the room, hauling away Squirtle and Bayleef. They inserted glowing balls into their mouths as fast as they could.
After that was done, the leader of Team Rocket gave a cold stare. "Elemental explosives. I could drown you and be over with it, but I can tell your cage is falling apart. I may as well settle with using your friends as bombs! Best travels! Because I swear you and all your friends will die by the hands of Team Rocket..."
(Play 04 Bangkok - Godzilla Unleashed: Double Smash [NDS]...)
As Giovanni walked off, Pikachu focused even harder on melting the cage, softening his confines until he could break it open with his bare paws. *CRACK!* It worked. Pikachu jumped out and hissed in pain after feeling the cold floor meet his seared paws.
Ignoring the pain, Pikachu scampered off to find everyone as fast as he could. He went left then right.
He found Squirtle after tackling and subduing a group of grunts. He did a powerful Iron Tail to the cage.
"(Squirtle)!"
"(Yeah)?"
"(I need you to vomit)!"
Squirtle recoiled in disgust from that. "(What the Distortion World, man)?! (Why)?!"
"(They placed bombs in our guts)! (We gotta get them out before they can kill us)!"
This made the turtle nauseous and barf out the explosive. It was no bigger than a pinab berry.
Pikachu and Squirtle continued jumping over the bile, barging into the mess hall where Bayleef was held. Apparently, a grunt accidentally made the Grass-Sauropod vomit by gagging her with a cleaning rag. So the bomb was out and somewhere on the floor.
"Bay lee baby bay (That was disgusting)!" there was no need to destroy the cage. Bayleef demolished it with her Vine Whips. They found Ash's duffel bag in an empty room and collected it.
Left, right, straight across the halls, and to the stairs.
They continued running, they ran up another flight of stairs and found Oshawott, who was struggling to stay on his toes as he dodged glue grenades and attacks from enemy Pokémon.
He used Razor Shell to disable the guns firing at him. When one nearly hit him, Squirtle used his hard shell to block the dart and prevent it from hitting his friend. Squirtle flew across the air, blocking darts while watching the Team Rocket grunts get struck by stray projectiles. When they got back to Oshawott, they kicked him in the gut to get him to vomit.
"*BLGLGLGLG!* (What was that for)?!" Pikachu pointed at the bomb-in-the-barf.
"(Team Rocket is inserting bombs in our stomachs)! (We gotta grab Pignite and Snivy)!"
Off they went to find the next Pokémon: Pignite.
Pignite was already spitting his out after disorienting the Pokémon surrounding him with a bright Flamethrower. He nodded in appreciation when the four came in to get him out of the room.
Breaking into the vents, Pikachu, Squirtle, and Oshawott ran in there blindly, with Bayleef and Pignite following the constant clanging Squirtle made with his shell.
They found the room Snivy was in.
(Stop the song...)
One of the scientists had his glove deep inside Snivy's throat when he was knocked out by Pikachu's Volt Tackle. Accidentally swallowing the bomb in her esophagus, the Grass-Snake began panicking in front of everyone. The bomb weighed her down, giving a threatening orange glow.
"(P- Pikachu)? (W- What did they put in me)?! (It's heavy)!"
"(I'll tell you when we get out)!" the rat shouted as he picked her up and led everyone across the halls in an attempt to get out of the place.
He could hear metal groaning. The slight swaying motion and what sounds like the sound of a generator. The lights flickered every few seconds, with everybody looking around for an exit. What are they in?
"Attention all personnel on board! All six captured Pokémon have escaped! Prepare for immediate action!" the speakers blared that out repeatedly.
The six Pokémon hid in a room to recuperate lost energy. Looking around for anything important, Oshawott found a window. Through it, he could see the shoreline and the ocean water surrounding the place.
"(What the heck)?!"
Pignite looked to his left and asked. "(What's wrong)?"
Oshawott inhaled and exhaled lightly. "(I think we're on a submarine). (The good news is that we're pretty close to shore). (Bad news, we gotta get off the ship as fast as we can)."
"(I'm guessing the ugly part is that a certain someone has a bomb in their gut)?"
They ignored a loud "Vy ni sni?!" as they continued talking. Pikachu gave them the stink eye as he began calming down the incapacitated Snivy anymore than what was going on.
"(Yeah). (I can use Razor Shell on the window, but I have no idea how thick the window is)."
Pignite looked at the window and checked the sides. "(Uh)... (It's three inches thick). (I can try softening it up a little)."
"(Thanks)." turning to the rest of the party, Oshawott asked something. "(Guys)? (Who's gonna carry the bag)?"
"(I'll hold it)," Bayleef called out. They don't want to lose Ash's stuff. "(We need a raft though)."
With Giovanni...
He looked into the cameras to see what is going on. Ketchum's Pokémon were escaping without the bombs inserted into them. They realized that vomiting would help them get rid of the explosives.
All except one.
They deactivated the regurgitated explosives. They will try to find them later when they get the chance to reinsert the bombs.
"Submerge the vessel," he ordered, watching the submarine's operators prepare to make the ship dive into the depths. This will incite fear into the Pokémon and have them work faster to get out to civilization. Hopefully, they can use the Snivy as a suicide bomber as soon as possible. Otherwise, it might digest it or somehow lay an egg with it.
Back to Pikachu, Squirtle, Bayleef, Oshawott, Pignite, and Snivy...
"(We don't have a raft)." Pikachu groaned. He didn't think about traveling on the water when he brought everyone along. Quickly thinking, he looked at Bayleef and asked. "(Are Pokéballs capable of carrying items)?"
The grass-sauropod brought out her Pokéball and pressed it, letting it suck her in as well as the bag she carried.
Releasing Bayleef with satisfaction, he began giving orders.
"(That confirms it)! (Pignite)! (Oshawott)! (Break the window). (Once the window's shattered, everyone's gotta get in their Pokéballs). (Squirtle and I will get us out of here)!"
They broke the window by making Pignite blow a hole through the layered glass. Oshawott used Ice Beam on it, breaking it with his Scalchop.
Once that happened, everyone but Pikachu and Squirtle got in their respective Pokéballs, somehow creating inception with Pikachu and Squirtle's Pokéballs being left out.
"(Squirtle)... (You know what to do, right)?" Pikachu asked as he and Squirtle looked outside the hole. An alarm blared as the Submarine began descending.
"(Yeah). (You better be careful)."
"(Uh-huh)."
"(Otherwise, I'm gonna put you in your Pokéball)." Pikachu glared at Squirtle as the two got ready to jump. It's been a decade since he last been inside his Pokéball. He only brought his so he can bring it to Ash for good luck. Same with bringing six of the trainer's hats from Kanto to Alola.
And so they jumped... "*SPLASH!* (Let's get out of here)!"
Squirtle complied as he dragged Pikachu across the water like an Empoleon who discovered speed and the 'hub. He slid and flopped on the waves, with Pikachu trying to hang on. They stopped for a moment and looked back at the submarine.
It began to submerge.
"(Ooh)..." Squirtle winced. "(Even though they tried to kill us, I hope they aren't gonna die from compression)."
"(Can you let me get back on your shell)?"
Feeling an imbalance in the waves, Squirtle looked at Pikachu and handed him Bayleef's Pokéball, containing Oshawott, Pignite, Snivy, and Bayleef herself. "(What are you doing)?! (I was being careful)!"
The water turtle aimed Pikachu's Pokéball at the rat. "(I know, but I see a giant wave that is heading towards us)! (I can't handle that)!"
Pikachu looked at a faraway wave, ears gone flaccid. It cast a shadow that was engulfed the two. It was the size of Rayquaza.
He looked at Squirtle, then the wave. Squirtle, the wave. He will have to pick the lesser of two evils.
"*inhales... exhales...* (AHHHHHHHH)!" Pikachu yelled out in exasperation. It was forced protection versus drowning, possible obliteration, and dismemberment. He and Squirtle can't use any of their abilities for that! "(F4(K IT)! (Get me in my Pokéball)!"
He jumped above Squirtle, Pokéball in paw-hand-things, and felt the warm embrace of the Pokéball engulf him...
"(KYOGRE YOU WHALE)!"
Watts Chapter 4 end?
With Celebi in Dimension SS1.C...
Celebi looked at Rock in confusion. She rubbed the sides of her head for the texture, wondering why a robot of all things would call her an onion.
Guts Man continued staring at the legendary Pokémon with his eyes wide open. He then began muttering to himself.
"It kinda looks like an onion sprout with mascara and wings."
The Robot Masters kept an eye on Celebi before continuing off on their conversation before the Pokémon's intrusion.
"Anyways... What did you guys think about the past two years so far?" Cut Man asked.
"It was both good and bad!" Bomb Man called out as he walked in from upstairs. "Wily's terrible deathmatch game for you guys. Meeting and hanging around with the Bombermen. Saving Dad, Ice, Guts, and Shiro. Getting raided by ICE. Cut sleeping in bed with Momo. Going to Planet Bomber-"
"Bagura." Rock cut off Bomb for a second, thinking about the old man executed by Bomberman.
Celebi looked at them, wondering who this... 'Bagura' is.
Watts Chapter 4 End...
References:
1. What was mentioned about Giovanni in Ash Chapter 3/Pokken! Pokken!
2. Empoleons on speed
3. Going a little deeper on Simply Stupid's lore now. Every single story I've written related to it is all canon to each other.
Here's a trailer to a story I am writing that tries to do what Bomberman: Act Zero could have done:
"What was the point of your rebellion?" a deep voice uttered.
A lone motorcycle helmet equipped with a radio sat on a metal table, white and cyan coating the scratched surface of the helmet and the visor having a teal coloring. It had a long history, with the owner having endured many battles. Despite that, the helmet continues to function. The red-mounted radio can still use its antenna for communication, the visor can still provide an interface that is of high quality, and the helmet is still intact and strong.
"You could create anything with the power in your fingertips..."
Closing into the visor, a single light shone, showing a white atom with a hammer beside it.
"You were a soldier that would do anything to complete the mission."
Two lights suddenly appeared below the white atom, forming a yellow bomb and a small line of said bombs, flickering every few seconds.
"Ever since you acquainted yourself with the new units you were supposed to destroy, you have become a disgrace."
A piece of paper laid beyond the helmet, with the owner of the white helmet with other helmet wearers in.
"You were our greatest weapon. A supplier of bombs, warfare, and terror. A master of unstable elements."
They were in a group hug, almost an amalgamation of colors of black, red, blue, green, yellow, magenta, cyan, and silver. Their visors were the same colors as their gloves and arms, with bright colored eyes providing the emotion in their stead and golden bands attached to their wrists. Half of them had eyebrows, half had eyelashes, but they all adorned the bright faces of happiness.
"Why did you hide your faulty replacements?"
The seven other helmet wearers wore fire suits that were the same color as their helmets and their sleeves colored silver. The silver helmet owner stuck out, wearing a black firesuit just like the black helmet user. The helmet was gently picked up by a pair of red gloves with black fingertips. The fire suit was black, with a red belt that had the word "Mitsumori" etched on the right side. The sleeves were silver just like everyone else, but it gave a sense of whiteness on the limbs.
"Built to help us achieve our hidden goal of collapsing society as a whole."
The owner's face was obscured by a black mask and rectangular cyan goggles. No skin or metal to be seen. Tilting his head down to make the helmet lock in place, the visor on the helmet formed a cyan pair of eyes.
"You threw all of that away to be like every single vermin in this forsaken world."
The eyes gave a sense of confidence, but also a sense of bitterness. His eyes had teal eyebrows that arched over his eyes, signifying his anger and displeasure.
"Bomberman... Why have you forsaken us? Our prized killer? What is it that Sombre, Riot, Cool, Jazzy, Fest, Vibe, and Vivid have that we cannot provide? All of you were meant to destroy each other. You must face the fact that all of you are mere heaps of metal we have gathered from the earth below us. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. None of you are living beings. You are merely tools to be controlled."
The now named Bomberman closed his eyes and quietly picked up the piece of paper. He flipped it and read the contents carefully. He gave a soft smile as he uttered what he had to say.
"Watashitachiha kankei arimasenga, Kizuna o fukamemashita (We aren't related, but we gained a bond). We will never kill each other, and I will not let you destroy the dreams my friends and I have of becoming human.
I am Bomberman. I made my choice just like my friends and can feel the emotions of others. I don't have anything to prove. I am ALIVE, and nobody will tell me otherwise."
Bomberman stormed off, right hand barely grazing the pistol holstered to his hip, and the gold band on his left wrist lighting up in an arc of hot light.
BOMBERMAN: ALIVE
Based on Bomberman: Act Zero and Lode Runner
Inspired by Kamen Rider Amazons, The Iron Giant, Bomberman (NES), and The Sonic Project by SconnieSA
Rated M and posted on Fanfiction. Net and Deviantart
That's all for now, folks!