Author's Notes:
First off, I would like to thank Eon the Zoroark for taking the time to make the cover art for this story. I would also like to thank Eon for providing the first OC. I shan't say when it will be used, because I'm like that.
In case if you were confused, (I was until I realized what I was doing) whenever I use Scotty as part of a contraction, (Using an apostrophe) I'm going to use Scotty. This is because I think that "Scotty's", "Scotty'll", and "Scotty're" sound much weirder than "Scott's", "Scott'll", and "Scott're". So no, there is no distinct Scott character in this story.
Also… The Comedy is back. (And hopefully better than ever.) I realize that I haven't fulfilled my promise on my profile, so stick around for some dumb jokes, rude jests, and all around anti-climactic descriptions, 'cause it's back. (Until it's gone again because some moments don't need that.)
To recap the last chapter for those who didn't just read it:
Tyrone and Gina told the others about the Prophecy, and the Gray Zone. A strange Pokémon that later revealed itself as Mega Mewtwo X teleported Scotty, Vex, Gina, and Tyrone to a mysterious pink and purple battlefield with hexagonal tiling. Gina and Vex were unconscious and in cages, while Scotty and Tyrone were on the battlefield with Mewtwo, not so unconscious. They were told that they would have to fight a battle, probably to their own death.
Warning: This chapter will be seeing rapid changes of POV. I repeat: okay, actually I'm feeling too lazy to type that out again. Don't mind the fact that this took about 5.791 seconds longer to type than the original statement. (I actually have no idea how much longer it took to type the second sentence. But using decimals makes everything sound fancier and more official… I think)
Disclaimer: For those who think this is so awesome, that it takes ownership of the Pokémon franchise, it doesn't. Neither do I.
BtP 6: Mew-To This Whole Thing (Ba-dum-tsk.)
Scott's POV:
"Why do you insist on rhyming everything you say?" I asked this strange variant of Mewtwo. Now, I know what Mewtwo is. It's legendary, after all. But Mewtwo X? Not so much. But it certainly did look like some sort of pale pink and not-so-pale purple gangster that was waiting for an opportunity to pull up its hood before crossing us off its to-kill list. I'm sure this Mewtwo had even made sure our agendas weren't filled so no one would know of the deed. (After all, it would be so inconvenient for us if we had to get pulled out of school so we could be )
"Rhyming keeps things lighthearted, an important thing when your limbs have parted," She said. I was determining everything I could about this Pokémon, as any knowledge would be helpful. Gender was very important. (Attract sucks when it works on you, after all. There's also a few abilities that are based on gender.) She was a real charmer, this one.
"Right… I'm hoping my limbs won't part, mind you," I warned. If it wasn't necessary, I'd pass.
"Same here, if you don't mind obliging the two of us," Tyrone said. He mostly blended in with the pink parts of the battlefield, although his lower body did not go well with pink or purple. At this point, the three of us were walking in a circle, as if caught in a much more contemporary ring-around-the-rosie.
It was scary when Mewtwo disappeared from sight. It was even scarier when the legendary Pokémon appeared behind me. I discovered that with a fist to the back of my head, and the ground in my face. Tyrone was far more prepared for Mewtwo's attacks than I was. When Mewtwo appeared behind him, he had already started a sweep kick. I wish I could say that Tyrone was able to hold his own and the two started a martial arts showdown… thingy… but quite frankly, Tyrone used a sweep kick to dodge an attack. I guess offense really is the best evasive maneuver as well.
While Tyrone was dodging, I was trying to figure out what was going on with this place, as Mewtwo seemed off somehow. When she teleported right in front of my face, I took note of how she was in the center of a pink hexagon. Yep. When an enemy that wants to kill me teleports into my face, I take note of the geometric shapes they're standing in. She had already charged a shadow punch, so I decided to do a jumping withdrawal. So instead of hitting my face, Mewtwo hit my shell. It hurt. A lot. However, though, it was better than taking the full force of her punches.
"There are much better things to do in a battle than stare at the ground, you know. It'll still be there for your face to slam into, Scotty," She said. I somehow got the feeling Mewtwo wasn't anyone's first pick for a date.
"How do you know my name?" I asked her. At least she wasn't rhyming anymore.
"I'm a psychic type, remember?"
While we had our little chat, Tyrone decided to sneak up with a shadow punch in one hand and, well, another shadow punch in the other. When he swung, though, the attack was directed behind him. How he could've predicted Mewtwo's teleportation so perfectly, I don't know. I noted the pink hexagon that Mewtwo was standing on before and after teleporting. Tyrone got a direct hit to the stomach on Mewtwo, though she managed to surround herself with a red glow. Her already bulging muscles got even bigger, and she wasted no time in kicking at Tyrone. I wasted no time in getting over there in my shell, combining withdraw, tail whip, and skull bash into one messy move. I used tail whip to propel myself along the floor, withdraw to get more streamlined, and skull bash for a nasty surprise.
Tyrone knew of the trick I was using, and jumped back, onto my shell, and kicked me forward. I put my tail into my shell so I could use it to spring myself off the ground.
And then I saw myself, except entirely white…
Tyrone's POV:
I don't know why Scotty flinched, but it didn't mess up his attack, luckily. He managed to get another solid blow in, to the same spot that I had hit with my double shadow punch. His skull bash seemed only to make Mewtwo madder, though, and I saw her muscles bulge even more. She was using bulk up very rapidly. That was a dangerous strategy, as more muscles means more energy used because there's more strength behind each strike. This was why many disciplined fighters would use it mainly to increase their defence, while appropriately scaling back the strength they consciously put into each strike. Mewtwo X seemed to have no such restraint. So this Mega Mewtwo X was either less concerned with strategy, and more concerned with pounding her opponents to oblivion, or she didn't need to worry about such constraints. I didn't like it when my opponents didn't have worry about constraints. Mewtwo just kept on using bulk up, so I decided to try something that I hadn't before. (I'm sure Kenny would give me a thought out reprimanding and tell me that experimentation should be done BEFORE you're stuck in a fight to the death against one of the most powerful Pokémon to exist. I'm sorry for the lack of insight.) I figured that I could use focus blast, and shadow punch, so why not try to corrupt, I mean, um, enhance, my focus blasts with the ghost energy from my shadow punch.
Well, I discovered that doing so also takes the focus away from the blast. I had to concentrate more on keeping the newly formed shadow ball stable, and less on making sure it wouldn't lose all its power before reaching its target. As well as making sure it reached its target. I was so focused on the ball that I didn't notice Mewtwo slowly floating up behind, holding her own shadow punch at the ready. Instead, my attack literally blew up in my face when Scotty tripped me to make sure Mewtwo wouldn't hit me.
"Trying to do alchemy with energies, are we now? You should know that if you aren't careful with the combination, it'll probably blow up I your face… or palms, feet, and stomach." Mewtwo said mockingly. "How about some applying some chemistry to the mix?"
Crystal hearts suddenly shot out of her body, bombarding the battlefield with, well, lots of love. Love really is in the air, and it sucks. Mewtwo now had free reign of the battlefield, since Scotty and I had to be careful to avoid all the different projectiles now swarming the battlefield. (And you thought your cookies were made with lots of love) I was eventually forced to block a swipe from Mewtwo's tail, which nearly pushed me into a heart. I was able to duck under her shoving tail, and grip it firmly enough to yank it into her own attract. The rest of the hearts immediately disappeared as the psychic-fighting type suddenly stopped attacking me, went right up in my face, and slapped me.
Mewtwo's POV:
Okay, so I was tricked into hitting my own attract. It didn't matter. It didn't matter that Tyrone was so abusive of me, either. I loved him anyway. I just didn't see why the love wasn't reciprocated. I mean, sure, I tried to kill him and his friends. But he knew that was going to happen, one way or another. I just had to hit him hard enough, and he'd stop abusing me, right?
"Stop being so abusive, you -," (Censored, because with great power comes great cussing vocab. No, the amount of dashes there means absolutely nothing) I said, trying not to sound whiny. I hoped that slap I gave him would be enough to get him to appreciate how powerful his soon-to-be girlfriend was.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's not you… It's, well, actually yeah. It's definitely you," Tyrone said. I was so devastated I couldn't even think of rhyming words to describe how I felt.
That made me snap. If he didn't love me as I loved him… then my attract had definitely backfired. Also, there wasn't much worth living for. So, I would just have to settle for fulfilling the mission instead, and either kill the four, or gauge Scott's power trying. I started combining different moves, and teleported right behind Scotty. A mix of thunder punch, mach punch, and close combat would probably take him out.
I unleashed my medley of moves, but missed every single punch and kick I threw at him. He had turned completely white. (No racist implications made here.)
Scott's POV:
That was definitely the most messed up case of "boy and his three friends get kidnapped by girl, girl tries to kill boy and his friends, girl gets hit by her own attract and gets rejected by boy" I had ever seen. (Like that hasn't happened to you before.) Especially the twist ending where Mewtwo tried to kill me but ended up having fists of air(y?) that passed right through me. They also made me turn white, like I had seen earlier. Mewtwo teleported away, catching her breath, and I saw the light. That came out wrong. I saw the line that went from where Mewtwo had been to where she ended up when she teleported. And I saw a mahogany aura around Mewtwo, like when she had made her muscles grow, except mahogany, and not red. I also saw a blue aura mingling with the mahogany, as if trying to take control. I think that was the result of using close combat.
Mewtwo used whatever it was that made her muscles grow, again, and the mahogany started overtaking the blue. I figured that was a bad thing. Mewtwo then teleported, not behind, like she had been, but a few feet in front of Tyrone. Tyrone had told me that bulk up had a few constraints, such as causing the user to use more energy with each blow. Mewtwo had shown no signs of such a thing. I could see all the different paths of teleportation, and they all seemed to have one or both endpoints in the center of a hexagon. Some curved crazily, as if Mewtwo wanted us to see her good side before killing us. I was starting to see the constraints bulk up had on Mewtwo.
Mewtwo had already charged up a massive shadow ball, and teleported in front of Tyrone, fully engulfing him in it.
"I'm done being this girl for you to abuse, Tyrone. It's time for you to suffer. I only need to kill one of the four right now in order for the mission to be a success. The Vulpix is the only one that hasn't angered me. Gina was always a friend to me. But you, WILL, SUFFER. I'm sure the Master will make a special exception for you. I'll enjoy watching you suffer in your new ball," Mewtwo screamed. By now, I was pretty sure the attract had mostly worn off. Mewtwo was just being a crazy psycho-ex now. Tyrone really did get that special girl.
Mewtwo turned her attention back to me, and I really wished I could Tyrone at that moment.
Tyrone's POV:
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Now just slur that into one word that never ends and that about sums up being trapped in a shadow ball. Only the most powerful Pokémon can do that to others, and once you're in, the chances of being freed are about as high as me getting back together with Mewtwo. I've seen a lot of Pokémon trapped in all sorts of elemental energy based balls. It was a common interrogation technique, in fact. Once you're inside a shadow ball, anything that happens to it happens to you. And if someone can actually put you inside a shadow ball, they can probably shrink it as well. Or channel more energy into it, or take energy away from it. You're basically at the mercy of whoever put you in there. I was currently being sent to the top of the battlefield. I could feel my energy being sapped by Mewtwo's power. She was taking ghost energy out of the shadow ball. So, all of my elemental energy was being converted to ghost energy, drained by the shadow ball, and sent to Mewtwo so she would have more power to kill my friends.
I could only hope that I would come up with some way to get out before Mewtwo got rid of my prison, or won the battle. Yes, I could be stored as ghost energy in a shadow ball. Hip, hip, hooray.
Scott's POV:
Of course Mewtwo could put someone into a shadow ball. Why wouldn't she be able to do that?
"Should I kill you, or grant you the same fate as that -?" (Censored again, because ancient profanity is very offensive) Mewtwo asked me, her face a cross between pure, unblocked rage, and devastating, heart breaking feelings of betrayal. You'd think that someone would know that it wasn't meant to be when the cause of love is your own attack.
"I don't suppose I can politely decline, can I?" I asked hopefully.
"No, you really can't. Give you mercy, I shan't," Mewtwo said. Great, even worse than being trapped in a shadow ball, was Mewtwo's rhyming.
Mega Mewtwo X was really not my favorite Pokémon. Especially when she started playing around with her shadow balls and punches.
"You think that my shadows are powerful? I haven't even shown you what I can do with them. I'm going to have a ball punching you to last week; mind the pun," Mewtwo said. She started charging a shadow ball, and it quickly got huge. Like, as big as Mewtwo was. Then, she split it in three. No, wait. That implies that they got smaller, doesn't it? Well, Mewtwo had turned a giant shadow ball into three giant shadow balls. Somehow, I saw ghost energy flowing into both the shadow balls and her hands. I had a hunch pertaining as what the nature of my change of color was.
"Now the fun begins," Mewtwo said. At least she wasn't rhyming anymore. Of course, there was still the small problem that there were three shadow balls that were overflowing with ghost energy. Mewtwo then sent a fourth shadow ball at me. It had originated from behind me, and hit my head. I was really starting to hate shadows.
Tyrone's POV:
Of course. I saw what was going on. Scotty wouldn't stand a chance, even with his newfound powers. My shadow ball prison was sucking out all my power, and turning it to ghost energy. Mewtwo had made three enormous shadow balls so she could store a lot of power in them. You can't store as much energy in a fist as you can in a ball of energy. (Obviously.) Those shadow balls were to store the power, and Mewtwo would probably siphon power off of them into her fists. It was elemental alchemy. I had learned a bit of it from Mewtwo. Being the genius that I am, I got an idea. It would just take enough fighting type energy to make a focus blast. Being a fighting type, I should've been able to manage that under any circumstances. Other than the fact that I was focusing on the fact that I would blow myself up, and then fall about the height of two Tyrantrum stacked on top of each other. (Does that count as focusing on the blast?) I got rid of those morbid thoughts, and started charging it up. Bad wording. My thoughts went back to the product of my endeavor. How could I even continue battling if I fainted when I finally freed myself. I saw Vex and Gina wake up very slowly. I just needed to get them out of their cages when I freed myself. If I freed myself, that is.
I started charging up the focus blast, again. Mewtwo knew a lot about my capabilities in elemental alchemy, but she didn't know that I was capable of changing my own energy's type. I started trying to change as much of my energy as I could to fighting type energy, and was able to concentrate on both that and the focus blast simultaneously. I barely had enough power to create the focus blast, but I did it. Vex saw what I was doing, and suddenly jolted awake. Scotty must've known as well, since he looked up at me very briefly, before getting smacked away by Mewtwo's shadow ball. I nearly lost my concentration, which would've ended in a waste in the majority of my remaining energy.
I then gave myself a very bad headache trying to retain some of the ghost energy before it could be stolen from my body, and channeled it into my hand. I was going to cause the same explosion that I had before. However, before I could do so, my hand lost the energy. I was also losing my grip on my focus blast. An attack like that is meant to be immediately fired, not held for a long duration while your mind is being torn by focusing on three different things at the same time. Anyway, the third thing was even more important. I was trying to figure out an alternative solution in case my plan failed, which, according to the "Hero's Law of Epic Failure", it was. I decided to try channeling normal type energy instead. So naturally, I had to accidentally blow myself up, (Not my focus blast, of course.) using only normal energy, that I had accidentally channeled to my head. (I am so not using my head properly.) I got distracted by the ongoing battle. Scotty was rapidly spinning, and trying to bat shadow balls away. I knew I needed to get out of my prison before Mewtwo could become any more powerful.
So, when I finally managed enough willpower to move, I first used foresight, so my normal and fighting energy combo would actually have an effect on the shadow ball. Then, I slammed my focus blast into the wall, combining it with mega punch, which caused the shadow ball to explode, and blasted me towards the cages. Mewtwo didn't approve, though, and fired off a series of shadow balls. They were all notably weaker without being powered by me. I found myself kicking off of the cages a second later, and I knew my powers were at work. The only problem was that if I fell, I wouldn't be able to get back up to the cages.
"So, my little pet thinks it can escape me by jumping on top of cages. I think not." Mewtwo said. "The only way that you're escaping is through death." I would just like to point out that death wasn't considered an escape plan.
Scott's POV:
Well, I discovered that I could rip a small line through space and compress the distance. It was sort of like teleporting, except that implies that I had control over it. It was more of me accidentally tearing the fabric of reality and then face planting while charging up for a skull bash. It takes skill to have spatial powers and still be a klutz.
Anyway, I backpedaled away from an uppercut, and then charged once the move was ready. Tyrone fired a focus blast, which hit Mewtwo, who had been distracted by me for a moment. It knocked her into my very hard head. While I'd like to say that with great skill, I used skull bash at that moment because I knew that would do the most damage, I used it a few seconds afterward. I still hit her in the face, which was basically good enough for me. (Baby steps, people, baby steps)
"That actually hurt… A lot," Mewtwo grumbled. I didn't see why that made her so angry. If you try to kill someone, they will generally try to hurt you back. Anyway, I threw (blew?) a water gun at Mewtwo, which seemed to also hurt her, based on her growling reaction. Either that, or she really doesn't like getting wet. "You two seem to be doing a lot better than was expected. Then again, you wouldn't be part of the four if you were hopelessly terrible at fighting. One way or another, I'll be leaving soon."
That gave me mixed feelings. Mewtwo was the only one that could leave this place. If she left us in here, we would starve to death. Also, Gina and Vex would still be trapped in cages. Speaking of which, why hadn't Gina tried to escape? I took a brief glance at the Jirachi, and saw that the whole cage seemed to be oozing darkness. How had I not noticed that earlier?
I suddenly realized the full nature of my color change. I also realized the imminent loss that would happen in the next few minutes. Mewtwo had sort of just left the shadow balls floating in place for the past minute, but now she returned her attention to them. The mega Pokémon took hold of two of the balls, and punched the third one at a diagonal. She threw one of the two she was holding straight at me, and teleported so she could hit the one she originally threw to ricochet off the second one. Mewtwo was starting to create the deadliest game of pinball that ever existed. (As compared to the one where you roll a bunch of voltorb around and see how many things they collide with until they start chasing you.)
"You think you stand a chance? So far, you've done a pretty swell job staying calm and collected. Let's see how long it takes to destroy you when things get random and chaotic." Mewtwo said, starting to cackle evilly. Seriously, it was one of the most cliché evil laughs I've ever heard. All that was lacking was the lightning bolt that makes everything look super dark for a second.
Mewtwo suddenly turned to Mew-too-many-to-count, before just reducing her number to four.
"This should do nicely."
All four Mewtwo suddenly had three shadow balls, and they were all going every which way, even going through each other on occasion. My powers might have been able to match Mewtwo's if there were only one to deal with, but this was too many. I might've noticed the shadow ball that teleported from one of my sides to another, but I was getting dizzy from all the chaos around me. It was clear that this was how Mewtwo worked best. So when the punch line came, I barely saw it coming…
Tyrone's POV:
I was starting to calm down, when I realized that I needed to get down, as Vex and Gina were not getting out of those cages anytime soon. I was watching the battle between Scotty and Mewtwo, and quite frankly, I wished my voice could actually reach Scott's ears. Sadly, it couldn't. I started preparing myself for the jump I would have to make, when I saw Mewtwo wind up for a punch, and teleport behind Scotty.
"Tyrone, you need to get down there already. I think I can make you temporarily evolve, but that's all the help you'll be getting from either one of us," Vex muttered weakly. She stuck one of her tails out. I started moving my foot towards it, and when our appendages connected, I felt my body changing. I also lost my balance and fell of the cage, spinning out of control. I felt my legs get shorter, my toes get sharper, my feet flatter, my scalp much wider, and my hands turn into useless spheres. That spinning had probably saved my life, though. I hit the ground, having instinctively turned my body so I was falling head first. (I love my instincts.) My head hit the ground rapidly spinning, my head angled so that I was spinning like a top, and gradually started spinning lower and lower, the rest of my body held over the ground, until I was able to stop myself using my feet to flip myself back upright. (And, on the topic of dramatic entrances…) I had temporarily become a Hitmontop.
"So, you decided to take your new role as my toy a bit further than I imagined. I approve. Don't think it gets you anywhere better, though," Mewtwo said, laughing at me. I was going to enjoy kicking her smug expression right off her face. She fired a shadow ball at me, before smacking it off to the side with another one, which ricocheted and went towards me, but I knew it was going to miss. I decided to try playing around with my new feet, flipping onto my head, and charging up three shadow balls. They were all even more powerful than anything I could've mustered before; I was guessing that was because my feet were now much more powerful than my hands. I batted away one of the shadow balls, causing it to hit Mewtwo in the back. It turned out to be the real Mewtwo, as a whole lot of shadow balls suddenly disappeared. Mewtwo fell down, and got up shakily a few seconds later, right before I could kick her. She tried to teleport behind me, but I was rotating too quickly for that to work on me. I fired all three shadow balls at her, and they all hit. Knocking her back into Scott's skull bash. He had finally successfully used that little teleportation trick of his. I hadn't realized what his coloration had meant before, but now I knew.
Mewtwo fell down, looking up at me, and then Scotty. "You did very well, Scotty. You need to hone your powers, though. You, Tyrone, had better improve in your alchemy. I expect no less from one of my former students. You two may have beat me once, but next time won't yield such merciful results on you." She said, before turning into a regular Mewtwo. "I guess I should let you continue on your journey, shouldn't I…"
The psychic type's eyes turned to a glowing turquoise for a moment, and we were suddenly at the bottom of the mountain that we had once called home. Vex and Gina looked startled for a few seconds, then regained their composure. Mewtwo wasn't anywhere nearby; I assumed her psychic powers had returned to normal. I felt my body start to go back to a Tyrogue, which sucked since I had finally gotten used to being a Hitmontop.
"So, something seems different about you, Scotty. Lemme guess… uh, you're trying out eye liner," Vex said, grinning.
"Sure, and I'm also sporting a new hairdo," Scotty said, his voice a sarcastic monotone.
Gina also grinned, and then looked at me, worried. "What really happened in there, Tyrone?" Gina asked me softly.
"He manipulated the gray zone," I said, matching her tone.
Author's Notes:
Well, that happened. Scotty turned white, and stuff happened. (No racial implications. I despise racism in all of its forms.) The more intuitive people might be able to determine just what Scott's color does for him. (Yes, it does serve a purpose.)
I got nothing else to say here, except please review. Oh yeah, also, since no one has submitted any non-Pokémon OCs yet, please don't send any monsters, since that would probably be too complicated logistically speaking. That could make this go into a ton of fandoms, which I don't need in my life right now.
And finally, buh-bye.
Unknown POV:
They had beaten Mewtwo. That proves it. It's a good thing I absorbed enough power to take them all down many times over. Conflict provides much more power than grudges. Power I'd rather be unable to obtain. Those four warmongers are going to die, one way or another. It may as well be before they start a war. Prophecy or not, I'm ending this war at the start.
