Hi.
Ri2: THEY WERE HER ADOPTED KIDS, SHE HASN'T DONE THE FRICK-FRACK-SNICK-SNACK-WHIP-WHAP-PADDIE-WHACK WITH ANYBODY OTHER THAN ZEKROM. The reason she said that she hopes they can have kids of their own one day is because...
Zekrom...
Is...
...Sterile.
*Insert "Dun Dun Duuuuuun", screaming people, gunshots, and fainting women here*
Haha, yeah.
*Cough* They will eventually *Cough* I am author I have power *Cough* They have twins *COUGH COUGH*
Serpent: I did watch the direct a few days ago, actually. In regards to the new Doggos--well, I'm gonna cover that in the End-of-Chappie Authors Note.
And dude, your a Pokémon fan reviewing a Pokémon fic!! Don't feel bad, you're supposed to do that!! XD
lukekriebs: You flatter me. It's a gift.
Mega: Yeah, N isn't really one of my favorites either. But neither is Cyrus, but here we are.
Kyurem is still created through Z and R's fusion, that's why he hasn't made an appearance yet. Probably later.
PK: Yeah, Christmas Tree Man is a compete mess, ain't he??
Carrying on...
*Thoughts*
"Speech"
"Telekinesis Talk."
Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon, Mewtwo would have his own Sitcom.
O/O/O/O
Zapdos slammed his mug onto the bar, giving a burp/hiccup mix. Those hurt like Hell, as he now knows.
Latios laughed at him as Mewtwo chugged another glass.
The three were in human form, in a bar over in Hoenn somewhere.
"I have ta haaaaaaaaand it to ya, Latsiois," The bird drawled, hiccuping again. "Y'all got the best *Burp* dern liquier over here that I ever taaaaaaaaaaasteeeeeeeed..."
Mewtwo's glass slipped from his hand, shattering all over the floor.
He swayed slightly.
"You weren't lying when you said this stuff was good. And hard."
The clone gripped the bar, staring at the dancing Miltank that only he could see.
Latios was stretched out across said bar, guzzling down whiskey straight from the bottle.
After finishing it off, the bottle slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor, just as Mewtwo's had.
"We should do this more often," He burped.
So far, the three had plowed their way in here, danced (whether or not is was good dancing is not for me to judge) until their legs hurt, and drank until the couldn't see straight, as you can tell.
Oh, and the cheeseburgers. So many cheeseburgers...enough to make an American sick...
Case in point, they actually ended up having a pretty good time.
"And our sissies will neeeeeeeeeeeeeever find us," Zapdos drawled.
"No Latias, no Moltrés and Articuno, no Mew!" Latios farted.
Mewtwo, still swaying, was confused.
"Eh, Mew??"
"Well, you're her clone. So that makes you her brother, right??"
"Uhm...guess maybe?? I think not. She doesn't...uh...like me, I don't think."
Zapdos then fell off of his stool, luckily being out of reach of Mewtwo's glass's shards.
He jumped up, fell back down, jumped back up, and threw his hands in the air.
"Who wants ta go do somethin' stupid?!."
"Huh, he went a whole sentence without dragging out a word."
"Juuuuuuuuuuussssss' hear me out, boys." The disguised bird drawled, staggering back over.
He threw an arm around Mewtwo and pulled him down, so that the two's faces were right by Latios'.
"Mkayz, so, y'all know Arce-Arcey, riiiiiiiiiiiiight??."
"Yes," The two replied.
"Mkays, so, y'all *hic* know 'bout his plaaaaaaates, rights??"
"Yes..."
"Mkayay...haven't ch'all ever wanted oooooone??"
The two's eyes popped open.
"...Are you serious?"
"C'mooooooooooon, Latsie, ya know ya dooooo."
He looked away, the faint red on his face deepening.
"I will confess," Mewtwo began, "I have been...em...the word...what's word...word about wondering."
"Wondering??"
"Yeah, wondering, about the power and stuff. The, uh, coolness and stuff about the different types and stuff."
"Exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaactly!!" Zapdos hiccuped.
"So let's go get 'em!!!"
They stared at him.
Normally, they would have given it a second thought...
But, they aren't thinking straight, so here we are.
O/O/O/O
A crash echoed outside the Hall of Origin.
Lunala's eyes slowly fluttered open, the bat feeling groggy.
She assumed it was probably a wild Pokémon, so she attempted to snuggle back down and drift back to sleep.
However, several more crash sounds ensued, prompting her to tiredly drag herself out of the comforts of her blankets and look out the window.
She didn't expect to see much, save for maybe some wild Abomasnow having a brawl on the peak of the mountain, bear the bottom of the stairs.
She was wrong.
There were two Pokémon on the scene, one confusedly looking around and the other crawling out of a trash can. The one looking around was holding a medium-sized box. The one crawling out of the garbage can had a napsack around his neck.
Curious, she silently opened her window.
As she did, they started talking.
"Alright, we made it here without incident."
He glanced at Zapdos, who was busy trying to get one of those rings you put around the six-pack soda bottles at Walmart from around his leg.
"Well, *hic* mostly."
The bird eventually snapped it off with his beak, leading him to look around.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeey, where's Two at??"
His answer came in the form of a Noctowl soaring up from below, a certain clone on its back with his arms stretched out and him screaming/singing.
"I BELIEVE I CAN *hic* FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!!!!!
"
His serenade (accompanied by many voice cracks) was punctuated by a patriotic cry from the Noctowl, who dumped him off by the other two.
He did the rocker landing, sliding onto his knees and throwing his arms out.
The dragon and the bird stared at him.
"...Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, that was awesome."
"Can't you already fly, though??" Latios questioned.
Mewtwo's eyes popped open, and he looked at his hands.
"...Whoah."
"Mkie, y'all, let's get down to busineeeeeeeeees~"
"TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!!!"
They then drunkenly bolted...in the wrong direction.
"Wait!!! Other way!!!"
They turned around, sprinting around the wall.
Lunala stared for a moment, then shut her window and went back to bed.
Not before deciding to lay off the Shuckle juice a bit, though.
O/O/O/O
SHATTER!!!
Glass shards sailed into the room.
"Guys!!! This is my *hic* room!!"
"Uh, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah?? That's why we came this way??"
"WHY BREAK MY WINDOW?!"
Latios earned a weird-three-fingered-paw-thingie to his lips and a "Shhhhhh."
"But--"
"Shhhh."
"I--"
"Shhhhhh."
"You just--"
"SHHHHHH."
He groaned and gave up after that.
The three tumbled in through the space that used to be Latios' window, barely avoiding the glass shards.
Zapdos picked up a peice with his claw and stuck it in his sack.
"A'ight, step *burp* one compleeeeeeeeeeeeeete, babies!!!"
O/O/O/O
Raikou carefully made his way down the winding hallways of the West Wing, trying to find his and his brother's room.
His steps were made high and quiet, trying his hardest to get through undetected.
*Okay, Mesprit and I were definitely out later than expected. What time even is it?! Yeesh!!*
However, just as he passed Lunala's room, Latios' door, which was right across from hers, busted open, three idiotic and drunk Legendaries piling out of it.
The dog jumped into the air with a yelp, the three noticing his prescence.
"It's Arceus!!!" Mewtwo yelled, tackling him.
Zapdos and Latios leaned over, examining the dog's face.
He gagged at the overwheming stench of alchohol in their breath.
The two stared at him intently, "Hmmm..." sounding from them.
"Are you sure?? I think that's Solgaleo."
"Dude, no way, it's totally Pikachu--"
Lunala's door burst open, the bat's voice knocking them all back.
"WHERE'S SOLGALEO?!?!"
Raikou took the opportunity to bolt down the hallway, locking himself in a random bathroom for the night.
Upon realizing that her boyfriend was not present and still on the Bowling Tournament, she pouted and looked at the three.
Latios was suddenly in her face, prompting her to jump and float back a little.
The smell hit her nostrils.
"Have you three been drinking??"
"Yes, why?"
"That explains it."
And with that, she slammed her door in his face.
O/O/O/O
"Do we need an Ouija Board for this??"
Zapdos paused, mulling over that thought.
"...Naaaaaaaah, don't think so. Y'all got the spray paint??"
"I thought you had it."
"Theeeeeeen...what's in the napsack??"
"You have the napsack."
"Oh."
The bird shoved his beak into the bag and moved a few things around.
"Mkayeah, it's in here. Nooooooooow, where's the mirror??"
The other two paused.
"...Mirror??"
"Yeah, the mirror. I thought y'all had it."
Silence, then Mewtwo piped up.
"I'll be right back..."
He then teleported away, returning about 10 minutes later.
He was covered in what I really hope isn't blood, which was all over a school uniform, wearing a bib that says "Let's Party!!", and holding a slightly cracked baseball bat while wearing a red baseball cap.
He now had a full-body mirror with him.
"Aw, great!! Even better!!" Zapdos hopped from foot to foot.
"To the kitchen!!"
O/O/O/O
Regirock just wanted a midnight snack. Preferably a cupcake.
Regirock did not want to walk in on a dark summoning ritual...or whatever the heck this was.
The full body mirror lay on the ground, the reflective part pointing up at the ceiling; it was surrounded by a circle of unlit candles.
On the ceiling, three Pokémon were spray painting some kind of figure within a circle.
The paint was black, the rock type noted.
All of the lights were still off, Zapdos using a flashlight, clutched in his beak, for them to see.
A blacklight, Regirock noted.
Once the shapes were finished, Zapdos spat the flashlight back into the napsack.
"Mkayle, put the box in the middle of the mirror, 'Two."
Mewtwo did as instructed, dropping the box right in the center.
The mirror made a sound, but luckily didn't crack.
"A'iiiiiiiiight, let's get the--"
His eyes suddenky locked onto Regirock, who immediately wished it could go back to bed. Preferably with a cupcake.
"Eeeeeeeey, Rocky!! Long time no see!!"
Next thing it knew, Zapdos was perched on it's head, his slightly-crossed eyes staring at it upside down.
"We're a-summonin' Arceus!! To get plates!! Want oooooone?"
The rock made a series of clicks and beeps.
"*Burp* Yeah, maybe I'm drunk, but it ain't thaaaat bad!"
He punctuated his sentence by burping so loud that the walls shook and the candles fell over.
Mewtwo set to placing them back as they were, whilst Latios stared at the two.
"I don't think we should *hic* tell her our plans."
"Aw, don't worry, Latsie. He knows how to keep quiet!! Right, rocky?"
The Regi did a "My lips are sealed" movement across it's face.
"Seeeeee??"
"Alright then, whatever. Can we just get on with it?"
Regirock suddenly found Zapdos' upside down face in its own once more.
"Mkladle Rocky, Imma need ya to stand back, but still stay here just ta make sure we don't get our souls sucked inta the eternal voiiiiiiiiiid, y'know?"
"Wait, that could happen?"
"Leeeeeaaaarn ta read the fine print, 'Two!!"
Latios glanced back at the Regi.
"What about her soul??"
"He ain't got one!! Riiiiiiiiiiight, Rocky??"
Regirock shifted it's head in what could be considered a nodding gesture.
"Wait what--"
"ONTO THE RITUAL!!!" The bird bellowed, leaping from the rock's head and back onto the ceiling.
Pulling out the shard of glass, he slashed Mewtwo's arm, leaving a long scar with blood.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!."
"We need blood!! Have you never been to a seeeeáááánce?!"
"NO, I HAVE *hic* NOT!!! ALSO, QUICK QUESTION, WHY DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT DARK RITUALS?!"
"I don't have to legaaaaaally answer that."
"Mewtwo, are you actually in pain?" Latios asked.
"Well, actually, I can't feel physical pain. But blood loss is really bad and I don't wanna die surrounded by idiots."
Regirock huffed, crossing it's arms.
"Oh, not you, sorry."
"Loooooooook, I may 'ave cut a little off--"
"A LITTLE?!"
"--buuuuuuuuuuut, since you so strong, it's better, and we'll patch ya up later. Now somebody light the candles."
Latios did just that, the flames illuminating the room.
"Thaaaaaaaat's the good stuff right there."
Regirock noted that the candles were scented.
"Opeeeeeeeeeeen the Mystery Box!!!"
Mewtwo dramatically flung the lid off.
"Alright, 'Two, let a drop of blood land in the box."
Mewtwo begrudgingly held his arm over the box, a drop of blood landing within.
"No more than one. Mkaykay, close yer eyes until ya hear a voice in your heads say ta open 'em."
"What--"
"Just do it!!"
They did so, and Regirock took the opportunity to make a run for it.
As much as it would hate for their souls to be sucked into the void for eternity, it wasn't about to get eaten by a demon.
It the dawned on the rock: It never did get that cupcake.
Zapdos began speaking in...a language?
It was old, forgotten, and indecipherable.
An empty wind began slowly blowing through the room, almost unnoticeable at first, but gradually building up.
The room began to get darker and darker, but the candles remained lit.
The shapes created on the ceiling began to twist and contort, creating shapes and vortexes unimagineable and incomprehensible to anyone's mind.
Zapdos had begun speaking quietly, but eventually reached a screaming volume, just barely able to be heard over the wind.
Fear was beginning to consume the other two, beginning to regret going along with this.
And then it all abruptedy stopped.
Well, to Mewtwo, anyways.
There was dead silence, the kind that creeped up your spine and lurked into your bones and ate away at your psyche.
There wasn't even any ringing.
And then there was a voice.
It seemed to be female, laced with innocence.
And that innocence was terrifying.
"Open your eyes, Mewtwo."
He did so, seemingly not of his own accord.
Darkness.
His head turned to and fro, as if his body was on autopilot.
And then he was turned around.
O/O/O/O
Latios was cold.
Freezing, in fact.
Somehow, he was rendered unable to shiver; it seemed his status had been affected.
He couldn't move at all, either.
Then, a firm, serious, but calm, and utterly terrifying female voice spoke in his head.
"Open your eyes, Latios."
His body did that for him, the dragon helpless as it went on seemingly autopilot.
The...'room' he was in was completely red, a crytalline texture in the walls.
It was as if he was within a gem.
There was a crippling sensation of familiarity for the dragon.
*Have I been here before?*
Behind him, something laughed.
His body turned around.
O/O/O/O
Suddenly, both Pokémon hit the ground with a thud.
They were back in the Kitchen.
However, the room was lit by another light, not by that of the candles.
Moltrés and Articuno were holding a spazzming Zapdos, whose eyes were glowing and was gargling inexplicably.
The two began chanting ominously, their own eyes glowing as they began making gestures.
After a few minutes, they hopped off of him, the electric type going still.
He shot up, panting, eyes back to normal..
"HOLY CRUDMUFFINS!!!!"
"He's back to normal." The two birds sighed in unison.
Moltrés got a whiff of the bird's sweat.
"Well, almost normal. Sober, most definitely not."
Articuno facewinged with a groan.
"Zapdos, why are you doing rituals when you're drunk?!"
She looked at the other two, who were trying to untangle themselves from each other.
"Rephrase: Why are you doing rituals with them, while you're all drunk?!"
"To get plates!!"
They stared at him.
"...Plates."
"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah, plates!! Like the big guy!!"
"...Arceus' elemental plates."
"Duh!!"
Silence reigned over the room.
Moltrés looked up at the ceiling.
"Zapdos, is crossing the Threshold, nearly condemning those two's souls to the dark part of the Ether and possibly conjuring up something more unholy than Giratina really worth getting yourself a element plate?"
"Hey, we wasn't tryin' to get plates from this!!"
Both females looked back at him.
"We're doin' it to summon Arceus!!"
They both continued to stare at him.
If there was a world record for hardest slap on your drunk brother a 3am, Articuno would have it.
The bird went skidding into the body pile, sending them all further back.
"YOU IDIOTIC, INSUFFERABLE, INCONCEIVABLE, DEGERANTE--"
"Dang sis, calm down!!! And where did you learn so many words?!"
"THE DICTIONARY!!! I BET IF YOU FOOLS READ IT, YOU'D FIND YOUR NAMES UNDER THE WORD 'DUMBA'--"
"Articuno!! Language!!"
Suddenly, one of the microwaves' door flung itself open, Victini sticking his head out.
"Actually Moltrés, this fanfic is rated T, so swearing is technically allowed."
All 5 stared at him.
"...How long have you been in there??."
"I dunno, like 3 days??" The Victory-Pokémon shrugged.
"...Why?"
"Keldeo and I are playing Ultimate-Extreme-Neverending-You-Can't-Catch-Me-Hide-and-Seek-Tag!! I will not lose."
And with that, he slammed the door.
It popped back open.
"Also, don't tell him I'm in here."
He slammed it again.
Silence again.
"Well," Latios began, "That is the broken one, so I doubt it'll be the first place he checks."
"Doubt it. Those two are weird, he might just do it."
Articuno sighed.
"You morons do realize Grandpa has a room, that he practically never leaves because we all suck, right?."
The three stared at her in awe.
"That's it!! I'm done!!"
She then angrily stormed out of the room.
Moltrés just shook her head.
"Go to bed, boys. And drink some water, hangover's are rather unpleasant."
She left as well.
They looked at each other.
After finally untangling themselves, they began cleaning up.
Or making it worse. You're guy's call.
"Hey Zapdos, what did she mean earlier by 'The Threshold'?" Latios questioned.
"Huh??"
"Moltrés said something about you crossing a threshold."
"Oh, that. Y'seeeeeee, there's what we call the 'Threshold' between life and death. Crossin' it prematurely ain't that good. I accidently did."
They stared at him in horror.
"You died?"
"That's a good question. Crossin' it's weird, but that wasn't the first time I have."
He went into thought.
"Say, what did y'all see when you almkst got condemned ta the dark side of the Ether??"
They both went into thought, but said thoughts came out blank.
"You know, I can't remember."
"Me neither."
"Huh. Weird."
As he scrubbed the ceiling, Zapdos realized something.
"Hey guys?"
"Yeah??"
"I mixed up a couple different rituals, and neither was the one we shoulda done."
They both groaned.
As they continued cleaning, none of them noticed the small, blue light that escaped the Mystery Box and floated off into the night.
Hey guys.
Look, I'm really sorry this took so long. I was having a little trouble with it before, but then...
Well, my Aunt died. So we had to deal with all that. We already had the funeral and such, so we've said our goodbyes.
So yeah, it's been a rough couple of weeks.
But, updates should be better, now. So never fear!
Alright, so as I said in the Beggining Chappie Authors Note, I'm gonna cover the newest Doggos here.
Sadly, they will not be appearing in this fanfic for a while.
Why?
Simple. When the game comes out, we can get soem of their lore, their types, stats, etc. Pretty much my own personal needs. And, as we learn more about them, I can get a feel for what I want their personalities to be like.
So yeah, no doggos for now. Later, perhaps.
Also, question: Anybody else get a Lycanroc vibe from those two?? Or was tht just me??
WPFOTD: Mewtwo is #150 in the Pokédex, and Mew is #151. We were actually introduced to Mewtwo before Mew, even though Mewtwo is the clone. So, in essence, we never even knew what Mew was until after Mewtwo. Unless you glitched your game, of course.
(I actually figured that out by myself!!)
Pkm Sun Progress: In the middle of Lana's trial. Caught me a new fishy.
See ya next chappie, guys.