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What the hell am I so stressed about? After at least a year of Hiatus I'm back, I'm a better writer, and I'm going to try to drop less references to old bands because A) I'm not as deep into The Zep as I was a year ago, and B) Nobody knows them, which makes me want to push somebody off a bridge. But look up Jefferson Airplane, they're cool.
I want to note that I am a little more loose tongued, and I will be swearing a bit more, but what the hell, It's goddamn fanfiction, only the stupidest of mothers/fathers would let a 7-year old kid on this site. I shudder to think of a 7-year old on 4chan or (god forbid) Urban Dictionary. I've started making 'Let's Play's on YouTube, which you can find under the username ToroZuzuX. I've also been getting into art a lot more often and I'm really good at it, In fact I'm on deviantART a lot these days. Both of these have been very time consuming and I'm starting to write original stories a lot more, but not on fictionpress. See, the problem with and fictionpress is that when you submit a story it actually belongs to the website, not you. And that made me sad. Plus, no offense, but people here tend to piss me off a bit more because there is some jacked up shit on this site. I know the net in general is a creepy place, but since when did INCEST become so cool? Really? INCEST?
I'm also sick of fanfiction's… Incompetence.
See, the only reason I don't go on places like Wattpad or Archive of Our Own is because people here sort of know me. I'm not popular, but I got some stories with a lot of reviews (10 people out of 3 billion users on the net, and out of those 3 billion, only 2 million use this site, and MORE THAN 9 F #%ING PEOPLE GIVE AN ACTUAL DAMN! WHOO HOO!)
From the formatting being crappy to the apparent inability to render a single GODDAMN PLUS SIGN, has so many issues and it makes me want to strangle somebody.
So, how's it been this past year? Yeah. Rant over, time to get on to the story…
Do you think Miyamoto would impersonate an American teenage loser girl on the Internet? Yeah.
The rain ceased to pour. Nikola, as her name was, tapped me on the head with a spherical object before we left. Suddenly, with a flash of blue light, I was small, and there was transparent red plastic around me, like a ball. It was so shocking, my vision blurred and faded to white. I woke up who knows how much later.
"HEY, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
It's a Pokéball.
"Nikola? You put me in here?"
Yeah, that way you don't have to walk.
Well, maybe I want to walk! If you don't let me out I'll eat your-
I get the point. Tap on the gray circle.
"What gray circle?"
The one beneath you. If you press down hard enough, you'll get out.
I looked down. Sure enough, there is a round gray circle about the size of my paw. Little wires run through the sides of it, and I can see them pulsing with blue light. I stare at it for a while.
"So that's how it works…forced atomic compression, very clever…"
Just press it, for the love of-
I press the center of the circle. Nothing happens.
You'll have to hit it.
"Attack it? You mean, like glow white and pounce on it?"
No. That'll break it, and then you'll get stuck… wait, how does an Eevee…? Never mind.
I back up and then smash my skull into the center of the circle. Blue flashes in my face, and then I am on the grass behind Nikola. She is sitting in a bush on a slope. Tall dark trees are behind us, making up a roofed forest. Grass, moss and mushrooms are growing everywhere. A creek delta reaches a small lake, and I can see luminescent fish Pokémon glow in their murky depths.
"I hated that place."
Okay, I won't send you there anymore.
"Thank you. Why are you speaking telepathically?"
There are Rockets around here. They're looking for me.
"You're their enemy?"
Duh. If we can get one alone, you can beat him up. If he's a real baddie, you can even rip out his whatever.
"How many are there? Where are they? Where are we? What time is it? You're a psychic, right? Tell me!"
Alright. I sense about 1600 grunts, 8 admins, and 6 specialty units, all spread about a 2 mile radius. They've been divided into 8 groups of 200 grunts and 1 admin, not including the specialty units, who seem to wander about in circles on their own. The groups seem to be going around the main roads. We're about 15 kilometers northeast of the cave, which took about 3 hours to walk. Why?
"I can take down the grunts by myself. They are too great in number to be very strong. Where's the closest group?"
The closest group is less than 5 meters away, on the main road. What's your idea?
"Grab me. Charge uphill. Have one of the others launch you up into the air just when they spot you. The other 3 of us attack from above, while number 4 attacks from the side."
Are you the grandchild of Cthulu or something?
"No. My mother had me tested."
That's nice to know. Let's go.
Nikola picked me up and put me on top of her head. Then she released Rukia with one of those blue flashes. She relayed the information to him, and he nodded. We walked up to the edge. A lot of men and women with funny hats and (really) tight pants were patrolling the road, which was gravel. They were in rows of 10, and stretched across the road. A guy in really, really tight pants was standing in front of all of them, yelling orders and colorful language that even my mother probably never knew existed. She was, as you can tell, a Sylveon.
Before I could render more thought, Nikola jumped, and Rukia released a blast of water at her feet. Suddenly we were in the air, and I heard somebody call, "THERE SHE IS!"
Cream and Heck were already out and fighting, sending waves of dark energy and leaves down on the guys in the stupid hats. (What were they called, Rabbids? Yeah, I'll go with that.)
Rukia was a small blue speck below the at least 10 meters we had been blasted up, and I could see him spraying the guys in funny tights (Rabbids) from all the way up there. (With water, perv.)
I was snapped out of my daze when Nikola shouted at me.
"What are you doing? Aren't you gonna attack them?"
Sorry.
I fired stars out of my mouth down at the Rabbids. They scattered like… Rabbids.
"How are we staying afloat?"
My telekinesis is holding you and Heck up, and Cream uses her leaf as a helicopter blade. She can't carry anybody, though.
"Oh. How interesting…"
After a few minutes of attack, the Rabbids take out their own Pokemon, and there are at least 800 of them. I can't defeat them without the glow-white move. I turn to Nikola.
"Put me down. I'll take every single enemy Pokemon on that field."
Nikola's eyes seem to protest my decision, but she releases me from telekinesis.
A white aura surrounds me. It's like a charge of Aether energy, and it glows bright, like the moon.
This is unusually bright light, but I shrug it off and I nosedive down into hordes of enemies. They're like an ocean of Pokémon who want me dead. Each time one gets close to me, I tackle it. Each one screeches in pain and falls to the floor, immobilized and unable to battle. I clear out a circle of enemies around me, and more rush in. I jump up, playing hopscotch on their heads and backs, KO-ing a score of them every minute.
A Gengar swipes at me. It goes straight through. I tackle him, but I phase right through him. He fires a wave of sludge at me, and I cry out as it sears through my fur. It's like I'm on fire, and I can feel the acid burning through my skin. I look up through the murky poison to see that asshole smiling like it's his birthday. Then he suddenly starts bending about. I hear a sickening crack as he twists about, surrounded by blue waves of energy. I feel the poison fading away. I'm no longer standing on solid ground.
I'm in the air. Nikola's probably lifted me up with her telekinesis. I feel my skin growing back, my fur regenerating, and my body healing, and I'm surrounded by rosy colored light. It's just like that move my father used to heal me when I was a kid…
No, it can't be that. My parents were caught…I bring my thoughts together. I look down. I'm above them now. They're just a field of Gastly, Haunter, Misdreavus and Gengar. They keep being twisted up like that one Gengar who attacked me. Soon they're all gone, and the Rabbids are returning them and running like hell.
I turn around to see Nikola, who is lowering herself, Heck, and I. Rukia is sitting at the side of the road, covered in cuts. I did see some Bellsprout duking it out with him earlier. Cream is slowing down her propeller, and when we're all on the ground we all run to see Rukia.
"Sorry, guys…Bellsprout, Oddish…they aren't a problem…but…their evolutions are sure…sucky to fight…"
"Shut up, Rukia." The cuts on his chest start to disappear in a pink light, much like what I felt healing me. He gets up, winded.
"Thanks, Nikola. Let's get going…"
My ears prick up as I hear human footsteps in the forest.
I hear a clapping sound behind me. A human voice speaks.
"Wow. Congratulations, Nikola. Never thought you'd do it. You know, beat an entire league of Rockets."
Nikola turns around.
"Marc! What the hell do you want?"
The guy named Marc smiles. He has long red hair, and he's wearing tight pants, like those Rockets- no, Rabbids. I'll call him the Redheaded Stepchild from now on. I don't like him already.
"I just wanted to talk. Is there a problem with that, weakling?"
"Yes. There is."
"What's that?"
"You stole my bag last time. Give it the hell back."
He smiles.
"Now."
She practically hisses at him.
"Here you go, pigtails."
He tosses a green sack at her. She catches it.
"Just in case you're wondering-"
"I'm not. Jack off, Marc."
"How cold. Anyways…"
He glares at me, part with hunger and part with…jealousy?
Oh ho ho, this just got interesting. I feign fear to see what'll happen.
"So you got an Eevee, huh? Wanna trade?"
"No way, Marc, now jack off."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Like I give a shit."
"It's weird though…an Eevee who knows Giga Impact definitely will get Rocket's attention."
He's talking about that one when I glow white…so that's Giga Impact? Cool names are something humans are really good at making up.
"I know that, you son of a-"
"Go home."
"What did you just say?"
"Go home. I want to fight these guys. They're fun to crush."
"Like hell I'm going home!"
Wow, he sure doesn't have a lot of faith in Nikola's fighting powers. Are they friends…?
"Then how about a battle? You win, I leave you alone. I win, you go home."
"No."
"Why? Scared?"
She turns around and lunges at him. He barely dodges.
"Do you want a fight or a battle? Cuz I can give you both!"
A blue aura surrounds him. Most of it fades, leaving only his hair covered in azure light. Then he gets lifted up by the hair. He grits his teeth and grins.
I see a flash of blue light. Four Pokémon, presumably his team, are at the floor. Unown, Cyndaquill, Misdreavus, and Magnemite.
"Cinders, fry that Sneasle!"
"Like hell!"
Rukia blasts the Cyndaquill with a violent explosion of water. It's on the floor in no time, breathing heavily.
Heck smiles at Rukia.
"Thanks! Thanks! I wouldn't be standing here if you hadn't interfered! Can I go play with fridge magnets now?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
Heck fires a dark blast of shadows at the Magnemite. It resists it, but Heck doesn't seem to care. The Unown tries to attack him, but Cream slashes at it and it's down too. Rukia punches the Magnemite while Heck attacks the Misdreavus. They both go down. Marc sighs as Nikola lets go of him. I haven't paid much attention, but judging by his limp arm and bruised face, she's been using him as a punching bag.
"So much for that. I get beaten by sheer luck."
"You keep telling yourself that."
He returns his Pokemon, and retreats into the forest.
AN: And that's where we stop! How d'ya like it? And yes, Nikola is Lyra, and Marc is Silver. I think that's. (I named them after Nikola Tesla and Mark Twain, who were 'besties' as the children call it today.)
Here are the team's move sets (Only 4 moves at a time, like the games):
Psycho- Giga Impact, Swift
Rukia- Hydro Pump, Brick Break
Heck- Slash, Dark Pulse
Cream- Iron Tail, Razor Leaf