Chapter 9- A Random Realization
"Hey-yo~!" Missingno yells as he bursts through the wall.
Cassandra stands outside, her eyes getting wide.
"Come on. This is the point where you say, 'Missingno, you do know there is a door, right?' or something like that."
"Missingno, I just realized something."
"What's that?" His grin grows as he bounces slightly.
"I haven't had a pokemon battle since I met you."
Missingno's expression and body freezes mid-bounce.
"Which means Weedy is seriously under-leveled, and I don't even know how to fight with him."
"Oh, in that case, there's no problem."
"No, there is most definitely a problem. How do you expect me to even beat one of the simple trainers, let alone the gym leader?"
"Pshah. Weedy is a glitch now. Just tell him to do whatever. I can guarantee that he'll beat any ordinary pokemon in unordinary ways. AND no one will care."
"But isn't that kinda unfair?"
"Says the person who can't have more than one pokemon."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Says the person who didn't take any time to train in Viridian Forest."
"Again, whose fault is that?"
"... So, we ARE going to fight the gym leader immediately… right?"
Cassandra sighs. "Fine."
"YAY!" More sporadic running.
She walks over to the door and enters the gym. Rough, jagged rocks line the walls in a pattern meant to intimidate new trainers. As a rock-type gym, Weedy will be at a disadvantage, but it is true that the fact that he is a glitch helps. But Cassandra wonders if it will be enough to beat Brock.
"Wait, how do you know that the gym leader is Brock?" Missingno quickly turns around to look at her.
She jerks back at his sudden outburst, but regains herself. "Um… who would go on a pokemon journey without at least knowing what to expect from the gym leaders?"
"Apparently 10 year olds."
"Well, might as well get the first battle out of the way."
"Oh, this one is easy." Missingno walks up to the kid and spins him to face the wall. "There, no more eye contact. Problem solved."
"So you want me to face Brock without even fighting this guy?"
"Yes."
"I still hate you."
"Yes." He has a blank stare, but walks after her.
Standing at the back of the gym is Brock, eyes closed and arms crossed.
"... I don't know what to ask first. Are his eyes closed? Why is he shirtless?"
"Obviously, because he is the rock-type gym leader."
"... That doesn't answer anything."
"Yeah, but that's the best answer I got."
"I'm Brock! I'm Pewter's Gym Leader! I believe in rock hard defense and determination! That's why my pokemon are all the Rock-type! Do you still want to challenge me? Fine then! Show me your best!"
"... Ok." They both have blank stares as they answer in unison.
And thus starts a battle, that before it ends will put them all in terrible danger. And it will end up deeply changing both them and their views. Forever.
Missingno eyes widen as his smiles disappears and he shouts. "Wait, what was that?"