Why am I writing about the sun and moon again? Ha ha, no, but isn't it just my luck that they decide to announce new Pokémon games when I start writing? I might include some of the new Pokémon in the competition, but it all depends where this story goes.
Other than that, hope you enjoy reading! :D
000
"You've obviously crossed the line." Starly said. He, Murkrow, and Purrloin were gathered in a well hidden area of one of the island's forests.
"Oh?" Purrloin smirked, "How so?"
"You could have picked any other name," Starly began, "But no, you had to use our secret group's name."
"And how is that a problem?" asked Purrloin, loving the way Starly was heating up.
"Emphasis on secret." Starly said, stressing the word.
"Water under the bridge," answered Purrloin, brushing him off, "It's not like anyone knows about it."
"And how do you know that?" asked Starly.
"We're the only three who know about it, and unless you told any of them, they wouldn't have a clue."
"That-" starly began, before thinking about. She did have a point. If nobody but them knew about it, there was a very slim possibility that they would be exposed. But still, the possibility remained, and that was what worried him.
"And you're just going to accept this?" he asked, turning to Murkrow, "She put our family's work on the line, which took ages to get to that point, and now you're gonna let her throw it all away?"
Murkrow simply looked at him and tipped his hat.
"Well, there's nothing we can do now," he answered, "We'll just have to wait and see what happens."
And with that, he took off, heading back to the camp cabins.
"Ooh, I like a mysterious man." Purrloin purred. Starly just rolled his eyes.
Starly: "What would even be the point of naming her team that? Arceus, sometimes I feel like she does these things just to ruffle my feathers."
Combee: "Ha, get it? Cause he's a bird? Ha! Nice one, author."
Um...
000
Vulpix was seated on a rock, playing on her GBA, when the screen went black. She tried pressing the power button a few times, but nothing happened.
"Guess it ran out of battery." she said, looking for a way to charge it. She saw Magnemite floating nearby, about to go into the cabin.
"Hey Magnemite." Vulpix said, with slightly more emotion. Magnemite jumped at the sound of her voice, and turned around quickly.
"O-oh, it's you," he said, reminded of the first challenge, "Wh-what do you want?"
"Can you charge my GBA battery?" she asked, although it was more of a statement.
"U-um, how would I do that?" he asked, moving back.
"Just spark it, and it'll probably be good." she responded monotone.
"T-that doesn't seem very s-safe." he said, starting to turn around, "I-I think I should go..."
"But you're on my team." Vulpix pleaded, nudging the GBA solemnly. Magnemite felt somewhat bad and turned back around.
"Okay, I g-guess I can try." he mumbled, charging a little shock. He let out a bolt of electricity and it hit the GBA directly. It flew into the air, and made a 'zap' noise.
"Ahh!" he exclaimed, jumping back. Vulpix approached the GBA and tried turning it on.
"Huh, it works," she noted, able to get back to her game, "Thanks."
"N-no problem." he said, breathing heavy. He tried calming himself down, as Vulpix went back to her rock and continued playing.
Magnemite: "I-I'm not good with loud noises, or any noises at all, for that matter... I'm such a wimp."
000
"I don't see how that's even possible." Chimchar stated. He and Squirtle were watching Mudkip ride a wave with a big tree branch.
"Woohoo! Bros, this is radical!" Mudkip exclaimed, feeling the wind in his face.
"You gonna join him?" asked Squirtle smirking.
"Ha ha," Chimchar rolled his eyes, "You know that fire and water don't mix well."
"That is, if you fall."
"Yeah, because I'll totally nail it the first time."
"Well, at least Mudkip's enjoying himself," Squirtle said, before yawning, "Yeah, I think it's time I go hit the hay."
"Alright, night dude." Chimchar replied.
"Good night." Squirtle said, heading back to his team's cabin. Chimchar simply continued watching Mudkip and smiled.
Chimchar: "After the challenge, I hit it off with Mudkip and Squirtle. They seem like really cool guys, and I think if we work together, we could get really far in this game!"
Mudkip: "Aw yeah, dudes! These waves are amazing!"
000
"Hey Beldum, whatcha doing?" asked an annoying voice. Beldum sighed and stopped what he was doing. He turned around, seeing Deino right behind him.
"What do you want, Deino?" asked Beldum flatly.
"You know, this is the first time we talked since the challenge." Deino smirked. Beldum just blinked slowly.
"You're not very talkative, are you?" asked Deino jokingly.
"I say what I need to." Beldum replied simply.
"Anyways, what are you doing, moving rocks?" Deino asked, nudging a big rock lying on the sand. They were by the coast, a short walking distance away from the camp.
"I'm practicing my levitation skills." Beldum responded, lifting the rock a fewe feet above the ground as an example. As Beldum was bringing the rock down, Deino dove under just as the rock was about to fall, causing it to smash him over the head.
"Ouch! Woah, that really hurt." Deino said, clutching his head in pain, while also laughing uncontrollably at the same time. beldum rolled his eyes. He'd seen Deino hurt himself lots of times after the challenge, so this was no news to him.
"I don't see how you enjoy behing harmed." Beldum scoffed.
"You wanna try it?" asked Deino jokingly, "Ha, no, I guess it's something I just like doing. It's like an instinct, you know?"
"No, I don't know."
"Well, whatever," Deino brushed Beldum off, "You don't seem like the person who'd like being hurt."
"No I don't." Beldum replied, and with that, he began heading back to his cabin. He began floating off, when he suddenly dodged to the side, just as a sharp rock whizzed by him.
"Darn! Almost got you though!" Deino smirked. Beldum glared at him before continuing on his way.
000
"So, uh, Combee?" asked Geodude, "What are you doing?"
Combee was trying to carry a piece of wood, obviously too big for him, to a pile of wood boards.
"Carrying... some... wood..." he panted, before he dropped the wood and dropped to the ground. Geodude looked concerned, and approached the downed bee. Suddenly, he rose up and caused a slight scream from Geodude.
"Ha! Gotcha!" exclaimed Combee, giggling madly, "But that wood sure is heavy, mind helping me out?"
"Maybe don't scare me to death first." Geodude breathed heavily, but he couldn't contain his smile and laughed with Combee. Geodude easily lifted all the wooden boards, carrying three in each hand.
"Wow, you can carry a lot of stuff." complimented Combee.
"Thanks, it's cause of my rock-hard biceps." Geodude flexed, while giving Combee a smirk.
"Ha! You wood say that, wouldn't you?" Combee smiled widely, "I like your style."
"So where do you want these?" asked Geodude, without breaking a sweat.
"Just put it by the two trees," replied Combee, fluttering to the tree, "We can use it as a sort of support."
Geodude brought the boards to the trees and the two, mostly Geodude, began placing them neatly against the trees.
"How will these stay put though?" asked Geodude, "Don't you need something to stick them together?"
"I don't know, got any ideas?"
"Maybe we can punch it into the ground?" asked Geodude, readying his fist.
"Maybe, but we should look for something-" began Combee, before he saw Ferroseed approaching. A lightbulb appeared over his head.
"Hey Ferroseed! Mind helping us out for a bit?" Combee exclaimed, getting his attention.
"What do want?" he asked, walking towards the two.
"Can you use your vines to ingrain these wood boards to the ground?" asked Combee.
"Well, I guess," he answered, checking to see if Houndour was around, "Yeah, sure."
"Great!" Combee exclaimed, his face lighting up, "Don't worry, we don't need that much, just enough so that the boards can stay in place."
"Alright." Ferroseed answered. He concentrated, and little vines grew out of the ground, amazing both Combee and Geoudude. Cautiously, he wrapped the vines around the boards, careful not to go too tight or too loose. Unfortunately, he made it halfway before growing tired and stopping.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't-" began Ferroseed, before Combee interrupted him.
"Wow! Great job, Ferroseed!" he exclaimed, showing his happiness, "This'll definitely do!"
"Oh, uh, glad I could be helpful." he said, confused.
"You still haven't told me why you're building this." Geodude crossed his arms, giving a small smirk.
"That's a secret, but don't worry," Combee smirked, "You guys will be the first to see it!"
"See what?" asked Geoudude, confused.
"Turn around for a sec." Combee told them. Ferroseed and Geodude looked at each other, but did as Combee said.
"Alright, now turn around." Combee said quickly afterward. As the two turned around, they noticed a top hat had appeared on Combee's head.
"Woah, where did that come from?" asked Geodude, impressed.
"Are you a magician?" asked Ferroseed, arching a brow.
"That's all I can do for now, but there will definitely bee more of that!"
And with that, he flew off abruptly, leaving Geodude and Ferroseed groaning at Combee's pun and wondering what he was up to.
Combee: "Comedy isn't my only talent, although I have to admit, it is my best. Ha, no, wait till you see what I finish building, and then I'll really blow their socks off!"
000
"Hmm, very intriguing." Slowpoke muttered, as he examined the leaves of a plant closely.
"Ooh, are you looking at the plants?" asked a voice behind him. Slowpoke was startled, and spun around to see where the oice was coming from. Azurill. His face relaxed.
"Yes, I am looking at these plants," Slowpoke replied with a warm smile, "But the way they work is simply extraordinary."
"Are you a scientist?" asked Azurill innocently.
"Something like that, although I like to keep my work private if possible." Slowpoke pat Azurill on the head, "Speaking of which, how did you find me? I thought I hid myself very well."
"I followed her." Azurill answered, her voice suddenly monotone.
"Who did you follow?" asked Slowpoke, concern growing in his mind.
"Espurr, she led me here." Azurill motioned towards a bush. It rustled and out came Espurr, her eyes glowing pink.
"Ah, it's you, the untalkative one-" began Slowpoke, trying to gain a hold of the situation, before Espurr blasted him with a bright light. When the ray faded, Slowpoke was sitting there, featureless.
"What is your command, master?" he asked.
Espurr: "..."
000
"Ah, finally! My masterpiece is complete!" exclaimed Smeargle, dusting eraser shavings off his work.
"Masterpiece? You've only been doing it for ten minutes." Kecleon corrected.
"Time doesn't matter," Smeargle retorted, "Plus, it looks fine to me."
"Well, it's probably better than anything I'll ever draw." joked Kecleon.
"By the way, I never got to ask you about the challenge." Smeargle said.
"What about it?" asked Kecleon.
"Well, since you can go invisible," reasoned Smeargle, "Couldn't you have just gone behind everyone and pushed them off?"
"It's not that easy," Kecleon explained, "I can only invisible for so long. Plus, whenever I'm invisible, I feel weak and tired, so all I can do is walk and maybe talk a biit before I have to be visible again."
"I guess that sounds reasonable," sighed Smeargle, "But wouldn't it be cool if you could fight like that?"
"Well, keep in mind that only a very small amount of Kecleon can turn invisble," noted Kecleon, "So there aren't really that many classes to teach you about that kind of thing."
"I guess you're right," conceded Smeargle, "And turning invisble sounds pretty cool by itself."
Kecleon couldn't help but smile in response.
Kecleon: "I've started talking to Smeargle after the challenge, and all in all, he doesn't seem that bad. A bit too excited for my taste, but at least he isn't teasing me about my invisibility. In fact, he seems to quite like it."
000
Inside Mienfoo's cabin, the members had all chosen their beds and gone to sleep. Now, as the sun came up, a certain figure burst through the door.
"Rise and shine, everyone!" exclaimed Mienfoo beaming.
"Ugh... I hate mornings." grunted Litwick, tired from staying up all night to write in his diary.
"Maybe I shouldn't have drank so much coffee before getting here." regretted Paras, shaking his head.
"What time is it?" asked Kecleon, yawning into his blanket.
"Almost 8:00," replied Mienfoo, "You guys sure get up late."
"Not all of us do can get up at five." Snivy rolled his eyes
"I actualy get up at 5:30, and I use my time to do some exercise." Mienfoo boasted.
"Anyways, why did you wake us up?" asked Starly, "I was expecting Spiritomb to do so."
"He saw me and asked me to do it." Mienfoo shrugged.
"And you listened?" groaned Snivy.
"He is the host, is he not?" asked Mienfoo. Snivy sighed and mumbled something about sarcasm.
"Did he tell us what to do now?" asked Sandshrew, trying to get back on track.
"Well, he said to meet up at the spinning wheel." replied Mienfoo.
"Great, another challenge." scoffed Snivy.
"We should go, maybe he'll give us a prize if we get there first." Kecleon said optimistically.
"Unlikely, but I guess we have to go at some point." Starly ruffled his feathers and got out of bed. The rest of Mienfoo's team slowly did the same, and they went out of the their cabins and headed to the spinning wheel.
000
"Gotta hurry, gotta hurry!" exclaimed Zubat, flapping his wings madly, "Gotta tell team to-"
Wham! Zubat ran into the top of his team's cabin door. He drifted to the floor softly, and he lay dazed for a few minutes, but quickly got up and tried again. He had to try a few more times before he managed to barge through the door, and in doing so, woke up some of his teammates.
"Um, you do know to open the door, you pull." Squirtle said, pulling open the door, which promptly fell off.
"Oh... yeah..." Zubat inwardly cringed at his own mistakes, hoping the others would get over it. They didn't.
"Why did you wake us up?" asked Fennekin, obviously not a morning person.
"Uh, well, Spiritomb told me to tell you guys that we need to meet up at the spinning wheel." Zubat blurted out.
"Did he say why?" asked Zubat, too focused on her video game to look up.
"I think he said it was for the next challenge." Zubat replied.
"What? But we didn't even have breakfast yet!" exclaimed Gible angrily.
"Well, it couldn't hurt to check it out," reasoned Chikoreta, "Maybe we'll be having breakfast there?"
"In the outside? Yeah right." Gible rolled his eyes, but he sighed and got up out of bed. The rest soon quickly followed and the team went outside towards the spinning wheel.
Gible: "That last challenge was complete bull! Someone shot me from behind and I ended up in the drink. Whoever it was will pay, and I'm definitely gonna win whatever today's challenge is."
000
Spiritomb floated impatiently at Purrloin's team door. He had already told Purrloin to tell the others to wake up, but they still hadn't come out. Finally, when he had had enough, he blasted through the door.
"Alright, you guys better be up or-" began Spiritomb, before he stopped. He looked around and saw that no one was in the beds.
"Looking for someone?" asked a voice from behind him. He spun around and saw Purrloin leaning through the doorway.
"Wha- How did you-" Spiritomb was at a loss for words.
"How did I get out?" Purrloin finished his sentence for him, "Check the window."
Spiritomb looked towards the window and saw it was unlocked and open.
"Wait, did you get out from there?" asked Spiriotmb, confused, "But I thought I locked it."
"You did, and I unlocked it." Purrloin smirked.
"How- But- Oh Arceus..." Spiritomb sighed, "And what about the rest of the team?"
"I told them to get out half an hour ago," Purrloin purred, and added, "Although some were less willing than others."
"I'm not even gonna bother asking what that means," Spritomb rolled his eyes, "What I don't get is why? Why'd you even do this?"
"Nothing but a demonstration." .
"A demonstration of what?"
"A demonstration of who the boss is around here." Purrloin replied, and with that she strolled out the doorway and out the cabin, leaving Spiritomb to stare in silence.
Purrloin: "Spiritomb may be the host of this game, but I'm going to be the ruler."
000
"So why did you gather us here?" asked Solosis, reading a book. The rest of the Pokémon were also thinking similar thoughts.
"Well, besides the fact that we need to find the element for the next challenge," Spiritomb rambled, "I'm about to tell you where we're having breakfast."
"What's that?" asked Frillish. The others had long since ignored the amnesiac.
"Well? Where are we having it?" asked Snivy, tapping his foot. Some of the other Pokémon were growing impatient as well.
"You gotta spin the wheel first." Spiritomb smirked. Snivy rolled his eyes and stepped up to the wheel and gave it a little spin. it spun and spun until it landed on one element: Poison.
"Oh ho, there's an interesting one!" Spiritomb exclaimed.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Squirtle, kind of unsettled.
"What I forgot to tell you is that today's challenge will be based on food," Spiritomb explained, and then added, "More specifically, today's breakfast."
"Wait, you're gonna feed us poison?" asked Chimchar, taken aback. Other Pokémon also expressed their concerns.
"Relax, there's only a chance that you get poisoned." Spiritomb grinned evilly.
"Because that's much better." Snivy muttered.
"Anyways, follow me and we'll get right into the challenge!" Spiritomb exclaimed, as he floated away. The Pokémon looked at each other and proceeded cautiously.
Frillish: "If there's one thing I know, it's that poison and breakfast don't mix! Or, at least I don't think they do... Wait, what am I talking about again?"
000
"Welcome to the cafeteria!" Spiritomb exclaimed in front of a giant wooden building. He had led them through a little path through the forest and they ended up here. The cafeteria was made entirely of wood, wood walls, wood floor, even wood tables and benches. On each table was a little flag with each team captain's face and team name.
"So this is when his budget ran out." Snivy scoffed.
"Hey, at least it serves it's purpose." Chingling replied nonchalantly.
"Ahem," Spiritomb got their attention, "The challenge is simple. You will be given a choice of food to eat, some better tasting than others. However, and here's the twist, one of the meals will be poisoned."
"Poisoned how?" asked Sandshrew nervously.
"It's not anything serious," Spiritomb shrugged, "It could range from mild nausea to paralysis, nothing fatal."
Some of the Pokémon yelped in fear, while others just glared at Spiritomb.
"This is preposterous!" exclaimed Honedge angrily, "No knight should have to swallow putrid poison!"
"I agree with alliteration guy," Chimchar chimed in, "Do we have to do the challenge?"
"Yup! If you don't, your team is out." Spiritomb smirked. Chimchar sighed and seated himself at his team's table, followed by the others. Soon, each table was filled and the challenge began.
Gible: "Jokes on Spiritomb, with my mom's cooking, I practically ate poison everyday! This challenge will be a piece of cake."
Combee: "Ha! Piece of cake, get it? Cause the challenge is to-"
We get it.
000
"So uh, are we supposed to eat these?" asked Geodude, picking up his piece of paper. When all the Pokémon were seated, they were given a blank pice of paper and pencil.
"The challenge hasn't started, you don't need to poison yourself yet." Houndour smirked.
"Wow, real nice, mutt." Ferroseed rolled his eyes.
"Oh please, we both know you would've done the same thing." Houndour growled, now focused on Ferroseed rather than the pencil or paper.
"Really? Cause it seems you were the one who-"
"Guys, guys, please stop." Mareep smiled, causing the both of them to step down and glare at her.
"Hmph." they both scoffed in unison.
"Hey look! I think Spiritomb is about to explain the challenge." Mareep said, and the rest of the team looked towards Spiritomb.
"Now, if you hadn't guessed already, you're not supposed to eat those," Spiriotmb said, eyeing Geodude who looked embarrassed, "Instead, you'll use that paper to write down what meal you want!"
"And what are the meals?" asked Porygon.
"Look at the screen." Spiritomb replied nonchalantly.
"What scre-" began Porygon before he and the rest of the Pokémon heard a noise from the ceiling. They looked up to see a secret hatch being opened automatically, and a TV being lowered down.
"Ha! I knew that would impress you!" exclaimed Spiritomb, more to himself than to the others.
"I'm just surprised you had money," Snivy scoffed, "And put it all in this thing."
"Um, no offense, but it does look like it's gonna fall off." Porygon warned, as the screen was teetering around. Suddenly, a snap could be heard and the screen came crashing down onto the ground. The Pokémon near the screen quickly moved away, just as the screen smashed into the ground.
"And there it goes." Porygon mumbled, backing away slowly.
"Man, should've added more duck tape." Spiritomb grumbled, causing a major facepalm from Snivy.
"Anyways, let's see if this thing still works." Spiritomb teleported in a remote and pressed a red button. Suddenly, a moan escaped the TV and startled everyone.
"Wh-what was that?" asked Magnemite, looking unsteadily at the screen.
"Um, dudes, I think someone's under the screen." Mudkip said.
"Then we should help them!" exclaimed Mienfoo, pulling Geodude over to the screen. They slowly pulled the TV up, revealing a very flattened Honedge.
"Oooooooooh..." he moaned, and then fainted.
"A real knight in shining armour." Purrloin muttered, rolling her eyes.
"is he okay?" asked Fennekin worriedly.
"I think he broke his back." Geodude answered. Squirtle sighed and whispered to Geodude, who made an ooh-sound.
"Let me see him," Paras said, and then checked Honedge, "Hmm... He doesn't seem to be severely injured. He was very lucky it landed straight on him."
"And when did you become a doctor?" asked Snivy sarcastically.
"I was a pharmacist and M.D before joining this show." Paras replied, a gloomy look overtaking his face.
"What do you mean by 'was'?" asked Chimchar, curious, "Aren't you still a doctor?"
Paras didn't answer, but Spiritomb rushed in front of them before Chimchar could ask again.
"Alright, so Honedge is definitely not competiting," Spiritomb announced, "He gets immunity today. Geodude, carry him to your team cabin and make sure he doesn't die... We certainly don't want that."
Geodude obeyed and hefted the downed sword onto his back and he headed out the door, before promptly turning around.
"Um, how do I get back" asked Geodude, scratching his head. Porygon sighed and spoke up.
"I'll go with him, I remember the route." Porygon told Spiritomb, and with that, he head out the door followed closely by Geodude.
"You guys come back quickly for the challenge!" Spritomb yelled after the two, "So, now that that's out of the way, we can finally begin the challenge!"
Spiriotmb used his remote and pressed the power button, turning on the TV.
"Surprised it works." Snivy scoffed.
The TV went static for a bit before showing up as a white screen. Spiritomb hit it a few times and suddenly, three meals appeared on the screen:
1. Stale Bread
2. Bacon and Eggs
3. Swampy Surprise
"There we go!" exclaimed Spiritomb triumphantly, "Just write the number of the meal you want and that's it! Good luck!"
"Hold on!" Solosis exclaimed, turning up from his book, "What if we don't have hands?"
"Then just ask someone on your team with hands to write it for you." Spiritomb replied, and with that, the challenge had begun.
000
"Huh, I'm gonna have to learn how to do that." Chingling chuckled. Mienfoo's team was discussing the challenge.
"Alright team, any thoughts on the challenge?" asked Mienfoo excitedly.
"The first one sounds very filling." Snivy rolled his eyes
"Uh... Swampy Surprise?" asked Litwick, stopping from writing in his diary, "I don't like the sound of that."
"That must be the catch," muttered Ralts, "You can choose the one you want to eat, or you can choose the one that tastes horrible, but is probably not poisoned."
"But then couldn't the one that's bad could also poisoned?" countered Sandshrew.
"Hmm... you're right." Ralts replied, thinking through the situation.
"Whatever, it boils down to a luck challenge, right?" asked Combee smirking, "Then we'll just have to be very lucky!"
"Huh, I was prepared a lame pun there." Kecleon replied.
"You mean you were bread-y?" Combee grinned widely. The others rolled their eyes except for Minefoo, who obviously hadn't heard a pun before.
"So, getting back to the challenge," Fennekin brought the others back to attention, "Do we have any strategies for it?"
"We could all get the same meal," suggested Paras, "That way, we have a two out of three chance of getting one that's not poisoned."
"But then if we do get the bad one, our whole team would be poisoned." Kecleon argued. There didn't seem to be a clear answer to the problem, which stumped the team.
"Maybe we should just choose what we want." Chingling slipped in nonchalantly.
"Well, I guess that is the only plan for now." Ralts admitted. The others slowly agreed as well.
"Alright then, it's settled," Mienfoo announced to the team, "We'll just pick which meal we think is the right one."
"You don't have to make such a big deal out of it." Snivy muttered. However, the rest of the team was already writing down their choices, so Snivy sighed and picked up his pencil.
Snivy: "Okay, so I like trashing other's ideas and discussions, but that's only because they're dumb and unnecessary. Is something wrong about that?"
"Can I get some help writing my choice?" asked Porygon. He and the rest of Zubat's team had decided that they would have a third of their team, so about four Pokémon, choose each choice. That way, even if some of them got poisoned, at least two thirds of the team would remain. Unfortunately, Porygon got stuck with the Swampy surprise, with the argument being that he was robot and supposedly couldn't taste anything. He had long since given up arguing how he wasn't a robot abnd accepted his fate, thus needing someone to help write the number 3 on his paper.
"Here, let me help," volunteered Sentret, as he wrote which meal Porygon told him, "Oh, you got stuck with the Swampy Surprise?"
Porygon nodded grimly. This breakfast would definitely not be a good one.
"Hey, don't look so down, it's probably not as bad as it seems," Sentret tried cheering him up, "Besides, I got it too, so we can throw up together."
This caused Sentret to chuckle and Poygon couldn't help but smile a bit. Eevee sat across from Sentret and simply rolled her eyes.
"So, what is it with you and your dad?" whispered Squirtle.
"What? What do you m-" began Eevee, before Squirtle interrupted her.
"You know what I mean. Whenever you get close to Sentret, I see you glaring at him or looking away," Squirtle said, "So what's up between you guys?"
"First of all, he's not my dad," Eevee seethed, letting that sink in, "And second of all, it's none of your business."
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" asked Squirtle, but Eevee turned away and didn't respond. Squirtle sighed and stared down at his paper.
Squirtle: "Great, when I want to help, I end up making more trouble than when it started. Sigh... I'm even worse here than on the farm."
000
"So, uh, do we have strategy or what?" asked Chimchar. The rest of Purrloin's team were already writing their choices down, and he had just picked up his pencil.
"It doesn't really matter what we pick, since it's the same chance for each of them to be poisoned," Solosis reasoned, 'Might as well choose the best option."
"But what if all of us choose the best one and it turns out it's poisoned?" argued Chimchar, "Wouldn't that mean our entire team is poisoned?"
"Then you can choose another meal." Purrloin stepped in, stopping the debate. Chimchar glanced at her and shuddered.
"Why did she have to be team captain?" he muttered.
"Wow Joltik, you chose the Swampy Surprise?" asked Deino, looking over at Joltik's paper.
"Of course! I'm always up for surprises doesn't matter what kind!" exclaimed Joltik, doing a backflip on the table to show off, "What'd you choose?"
"The same thing," answered Deino, smirking, "It sounds like the one most likely to be poisoned."
"Wait, I thought you weren't supposed to pick the one that was poisoned." Geodude overheard the conversation and joined in.
"I just wanna see how painful the poison is." Deino shrugged, with Joltik and Geodude giving him confused looks.
Deino: "Being both a masochist and sadist isn't an easy job. I can hurt myself pretty easily, but I don't wanna hurt others unless it's allowed. Otherwise, I might get targeted pretty quick. I gotta say though, the looks on their faces are hilarious!"
000
"Okay, everyone got their choices?" asked Spiritomb, moving around the different tables. His question was answered by the nodding heads and affirmative responses of the Pokémon.
"Alrighty then, let the first round... begin!" Spiritomb glowed bright purple, as each Pokémon's meal choice was teleported straight in front of them.
"Woah!" Joltik exclaimed, wondering how Spiritomb had done it.
"This... is what I expected." Porygon sighed, as his Swampy Surprise was teleported to him. It was a soup of some kind, although it reeked and was a dark green.
"Bottoms up, I guess." Sentret said, not as enthusiastically.
"You got bacon and eggs?" asked Kecleon, now regretting his choice of stale bread.
"Hey, if I'm gonna go out, I might as well make it comfortable." Combee reasoned, biting into his bacon. Slowly, one by the one, the other Pokémon began eating their meals, waiting for the poison that may or may not come.
All of a sudden, a few minutes after everyone was done eating, some Pokémon dropped down either onto the table or down on the ground.
"What the- What happened to them?" asked Squirtle, horrified of the seemingly dead bodies.
"Anyone who chose stale bread as their choice has now fallen asleep," Spiritomb smirked, "More specifically, from Zubat's team: Zubat, Beldum, Vulpix, and Murkrow. From Minefoo's team: Paras, Ralts, Sandshrew, Azurill, Pumpkaboo, Starly, and Kecleon. And finally, from Purrloin's team: Frillish, Mudkip, Purrloin, and Geodude."
"So, to recap," Spiriotmb did some calculating, "Nine people still left from Something Cool and The Darkclaw Brotherhood, while only six left for Team Undefeatable! How ironic."
"I kinda wish I was them now." Sentret said, pointing to the fallen Pokemon, his face turning green and his stomach queasy.
"Too bad!" exclaimed Spiritomb, directly in Sentret's face, "Now, onto round two!"
"There's more?" asked Snivy incredulously.
"Yup! Two more rounds, to be exact," Spiritomb explained, "Whichever team has the least Pokémon remaining loses!"
"So what are the drinks?" asked Chikoreta.
"Look to the screen." said Spiritomb with a smirk, motioning towards the TV. The Pokémon looked and saw a new list of choices:
1. Orange Juice
2. Berry Blast
3. Murky Water
4. Ice
"Wait, hold up. Ice?!" asked Chimchar in disbelief.
"Yeah, what about it?" Spiritomb replied nonchalantly.
"I can't drink that!" Chimchar exclaimed, "I'm a fire type, I'll die!"
"Well, then just don't choose it and hope it's poisoned," Spiritomb smirked, "Which reminds me, this time, two of the drinks are poisoned. Good luck!"
000
"That's a two in four chance that we're gonna be poisoned," calculated Chimchar, "It's practically a coin flip!"
"Then let's just hope we choose the right ones." Mareep cheered optimistically.
"Hmph, bet you're gonna choose the poisoned one." Houndour scoffed.
"Yeah right, we both know you're gonna choose the wrong one." Ferroseed countered.
"Can you two please stop bickering?" asked Solosis annoyed, "It's disturbing my train of thought."
"Shut it, nerd." the both of them said in unison.
"Wow, you two have a lot in commom." Mareep giggled. Ferroseed and Houndour glared at her, but they stopped themselves before doing anything else.
Slowpoke was staring directly at his paper, before he blinked and regained consciousness.
"Wha- Where, where am I?" asked Slowpoke, holding his head drowsily.
"We're doing the challenge of course!" exclaimed Mareep cheerfully, "Right now, we're choosing which drinks we want."
Slowpoke was about to ask what she meant when he stopped himself. He couldn't reveal his intellect to just anyone quite yet.
"Thank you." he said stupidly, focusing back on his finger. He tapped his pencil repeatedly against the paper.
"What happened at the forest?" he whispered to himself, his memory a blur.
Slowpoke: "I remember... Azurill, and Espurr and then... a bright light?"
000
"Well, there goes our team captain." Eevee sighed, rolling her eyes. Zubat had been encouraging them that they would be okay just a few minutes ago. It had actually helped some of his team members, even though he was facing the wrong way most of the time. Sadly, he and some of the others, dropped to the floor, sound asleep.
"They look almost peaceful." Porygon muttered grimly.
"T-this isn't gonna go well." Magnemite mumbled nervously.
"Hey, look on the bright side, it's what Zubat would want," Smeargle tried eoncouraging the others, "Besides, we're still tied for the most Pokémon left!"
"Hmph, Zubat didn't even help," grumbled Gible, "He was useless and deserved to get out."
"Hey, don't be so mean." Chikoreta chided, quite caring for Zubat. Gible simply scoffed and turned back to his paper.
"Anyways, why don't we talk about strategy?" asked Porygon, trying to get everyone back on track.
"We have one?" joked Sentret, not really helping the situation. Porygon ingnored him and continued.
"So, if we're following the same plan, a fourth to each choice?" Porygon suggested. Hopefully this time, they would let him get one of the better choices.
"But that would mean only half of us will get past this round." argued Squirtle. He was still thinking about his little conversation with Eevee, and occasionally glanced in her direction.
"Well, it is the best plan we have." Sentret conceded. His stomach was still fighting whatever was in that Swampy Surprise, and he obviously wanted to just get things over quickly.
"More like the only plan," Gible grunted, "Whatever, I'm picking OJ and you can't tell me otherwise."
"Alright then," Smeargle said, thinking fast, "I'll pick Berry Blast."
And just like that, the team organized themselves again to have a fourth choose each choice. Beldum simply sighed as the team coordinated their strategy.
Beldum: "This is very boring. The plan isn't even good, and yet they're still following it. I hate to say it, but I preferred it when I was talking to Deino. At least he was somewhat of a surprise."
000
"Alright team, we might have lost a lot of people in the first round, but that doesn't mean we've lost this!" exclaimed Mienfoo, encouraging the others.
"We've got this." agreed Chingling nonchalantly.
"Wow, I can't believe I survived that." Combee said, and then added with a smirk, "I find it really hard to stomach! Ha, get it?"
"Now I wish I chose the poisoned one." groaned Snivy, rolling his eyes. Fennekin however, found it quite hilarious.
"Wow, you are very funny," she complimented, "Where did you learn how to do it?"
"Self-taught, baby." Combee jokingly winked at her. Snivy looked at Fennekin curiously. He noticed how she had eaten her food in a very mannerly fashion, almost as if she was a princess or something.
"Right, like royalty would want to join this crummy show." Snivy scoffed, writing down his number onto the paper. He didn't really care whether they won the challenge, just so that it would end soon.
"Oh crud, got a stain in my diary." grumbled Litwick, trying to rub the stain off, but was unsuccessful.
"What do you even write in that thing anyways?" Combee tried flying over to look, but Litwick shooed him off.
"Just my day-to-day experiences," Litwick shrugged, "But I also write other stuff."
"Other stuff? What does that mean?" asked Fennekin, now curious.
"Um, none of your business." Litwick blushed, closing his diary, causing the others to be even more curious. He hid it under the table and wrote his choice on the paper quickly.
Litwick: "Shoot, now they're going to try and read my diary. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Sigh... I'll have to hide it somewhere now."
000
"Alright, everybody done?" asked Spiritomb, checking each table, "Good, here are your drinks for breakfast!"
The pencils and papers were teleported again for the drinks ordered by each Pokémon. They looked unsteadily at their drinks, afraid of what wiould happen to them if they got the poisoned one. Slowly, one by one, they each drank their individual drinks, and waited to see whether or not they were poisoned. Suddenly, many of the Pokémon began twitching, and then they all froze up like a statue, falling over the tables. Their eyes were still open when they fell, scaring the remaining contestants.
"Ahhhh!" Magnemite screamed, his eyes locked with the frozen Porygon's.
"That was a shock," Combee breathed hard, "Quite literally for them! Ha, get i-"
"Yes it was, and it certainly reduced our numbers," Spiritomb shut Combee's mouth, "Anyone who chose either the Berry Blast or the Murky Water were frozen in place. This time, those who got out from Zubat's team: Squirtle, Porygon, Eevee, and Espurr. For Mienfoo's team: Mienfoo, Chingling, and Litwick. Finally, from Purrloin's team... Wow, everyone got poisoned except for Chimchar and Houndour. Five people remain from Zubat's team, three from Mienfoo's, and two from Purrloin's. That means there's only ten Pokémon remaining!"
"Uh..." Chimchar simply looked around him, taking in the fact that he was one of the last two remaining on his team.
"Ha! Take that, you stupid plant!" exclaimed Houndour, as he kicked the frozen Ferroseed. Suddenly, he clutched his stomach in pain, and rolled down to the floor.
"Woah, wait! What's happening to him?" asked Chimchar, rushing to his teammate's side. Houndour groaned in pain, as he started growing delirious.
"Huh, that's weird," Spiritomb noted, "I thought he took the ice."
"Wait, what?" asked Chimchar, almost doubling over, "You took the ice even though you're a fire type?"
Houndour was breathing heavily, unable to reply.
"Well, suffice to say, he's out," Spiritomb announced, and then adding with a smirk, "Which means you're the last one left on your team!"
"What?" Chimchar mumbled, a lump growing inside his throat. He definitely didn't like being the last one left. He felt so... alone.
Chimchar: "I always hated being by myself. I guess it's the silence, it really get to me."
Gible: "Ha! Purrloin's team is done for. Now all I need to do is pass this stupid challenge and I'll show everyone who's the best around here!"
000
"Are we done yet?" asked Snivy impatiently.
"Don't worry, this is the final round," Spiritomb told them, "However, this time, we're doing desserts. There will be five choices, but only one of them will not be poisoned. Here they are!"
And with that, Spiritomb hit a button on his remote, and a new set of choices appeared on the TV screen:
1. Oranberry Shortcake
2. Sitrus Pie
3. A Cracker
4. Chocolate Ice Cream
5. Grass Sundae
"Seriously, number three?" scoffed Snivy, "You didn't even try there."
"Hey, some people just like a cracker for dessert." Spiritomb tried sounding serious, but couldn't contain his smirk.
"A Grass Sundae?" Fennekin said, disgusted, "That doesn't sound very nice."
"Well, then choose something else." Snivy replied. Fennekin glanced at him and saw him smirk, but for a second there, she thought she saw him actually smiling, but the moment faded away.
"So this is it, huh?" Sentret sighed, "Wish Eevee could see me now."
"Well, technically, she can." Gible replied, smirking, as he motioned towards Eevee's frozen figure. Sentret just shuddered and quickly wrote down his choice, as did the rest of his team.
"So what do we do now?" asked Sentret, his voice quivering.
"Now, we just sit and pray." Smeargle said confidently, but on the inside, he was terrified, as well as frustrated.
Smeargle: "A fifth of a chance that I choose the right one? Just my luck none of these challenges have anything to do with art..."
000
"So... everyone's made their final choices?" asked Spiritomb, stressing the question, "This is the final round, so pick wisely."
'It's luck-based," scoffed Snivy, "There's no skill involved at all."
"Hey, don't be so rude," Fennekin whispered, angry yet somehow still looking cute, "I think this challenge is fun."
"Well, that's one way to put it." Combee laughed nervously.
"I've never had to take risks in my life," Fennekin said solemnly, "So this is kind of a new experience for me."
Snivy arched a brow but didn't say anything.
"I'm gonna do it," Chimchar whispered, reassuring himself, "I'm gonna show everyone I can do this."
"Alright, I see everyone's written their choices," Spiritomb smirked, "And here are your desserts! Bon appetite!"
The pencils and papers were again replaced by the specific desserts that each Pokémon took. They looked at each other nervously, wondering who would take the first bite.
"I'll go first." Fennekin mumbled, her paw wavering over the Oranberry Shortcake that she chose. She used a fork to cut a bit of the cake off, and, after staring at it for a bit, put in in her mouth. Snivy and Combee looked to see if anything happened to her, but nothing happened. Sighing, Snivy picked up his Sitrus Pie and ate a slice. Soon, all the Pokémon had eaten their choices, and awaited their fates.
All of a sudden, most of the Pokémon felt as if their stomach were ready to explode. Thankfully, Spiritomb had teleported in some trash cans just for this round. The poisoned Pokémon gathered round the trash cans, and vomited... a lot. Afterwards, they turned to face Spiritomb, either with an angry or dazed look on their eyes, and soon just collapsed.
"Let's see who's left standing," Spiritomb smirked, surveying the tables for the remaining Pokémon, "Wow, surprisingly Zubat's team, even though they had five Pokémon before, now has zero! Meanwhile, Fennekin and Combee pass from Mienfoo's team. Finally, and miraculously, Chimchar's still alive for Purrloin's team."
"Wait, so does that mean we-" began Combee, before Fennekin interrupted him.
"We won!" she exclaimed happily, flashing Combee the widest smile she had made since she got here. Combee couldn't help but smile and giggle in response.
"Yup, turns out Team Undefeatable was undefeatable in this challenge," Spiritomb gave them a genuine smile, "You guys will get a prize after this."
Fennekin and Combee looked at each other and then did a paw and wing high five.
Fennekin: "Wow, I won something, without the help of anyone! Ha, my father would've never allowed me to join in on such reckless behavior at the royal castl- Oh... Well, forget it, I'm done hiding as a princess. This competition has given me a new look on life!"
000
"Woah, I'm still here," Chimchar stood, shocked that he had passed, "I... I did it. I really did it! Yes! Take that, haters! Who's ballin' now? This guy! Alrig-"
"Sorry to interrupt, Chimchar, but since you were the last one remaining on your team," Spiritomb smirked, "you get a reward as well."
"Really?" Chimchar's eyes shone, "What is it?"
"You get to drag all your teammates to your team cabin!" exclaimed Spiriotmb, laughing evilly. The smile on Chimchar's face dropped, replaced with a sigh.
"Should've seen that one coming." Chimchar groaned, as he began lugging his fellow teammates out the door and towards the cabin. Even so, he couldn't shrug the feeling of victory and smiled the whole way through.
Chimchar: "Alright, so I may not have won the challenge, but I didn't lose it either, and tat's all that matters. Little steps, Chimchar, and you'll be bringing home the gold in no time! Heh, maybe even literally!"
000
"Hey, um, just curious," Fennekin whispered to Spiritomb, "What will happen to Zubat's team since they lost?"
"Oh, they'll be joining me in a special event tonight," Spiritomb grinned evilly, "Don't worry, it doesn't involve you... and no one's gonna die."
"That's... reassuring." Fennekin said, a puzzled expression on her face. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be getting any more from the Spiritomb, and continued her way back to her team's cabin.
"Time," Spiritomb whispered to himself, smirking, "For the elimination."
000
"Wha- Ahhh!" screamed Zubat, waking up suddenly, "Where, where am I?"
Zubat tried sensing any movement around him to see if he could determine where he was, but all he could hear was... the ruffing of a bed.
"Wait, am I at the cabin?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
"Looks like he's up." said a masculine voice from afar. Zubat flinched at the sound, but quickly tried hearing who it was.
"Uh, w-who's there?" he asked nervously. He felt around him, and it seemed like he was in a bed, probably his own.
"Can't you see me? I'm right in front of you." answered the voice. Zubat started panicking.
"Um, well, I, uh..." he squirmed. He was hoping this was just a nightmare, and that it would end soon.
"Relax, Zubat," sounded another voice, this one a female, "We know you're blind." The words made Zubat double over.
"Wait, wha- How did you know?" asked Zubat, flustered.
"Well, the fact that you haven't noticed me waving my hand in front of your face, is a pretty good indication." the first voice jokingly said. Zubat was even more confused now, and a bit scared.
"Don't worry, Zubat, it's just me and Porygon," the second voice answered, and then quickly added, "Oh, I mean, I'm Chikoreta."
"We haven't told anyone else, so you can calm down." Porygon said. This definitely made Zubat calm down, but he still had some doubts.
"How did you know?" he asked, surprised. He was sure that he covered his blindness quite well.
"Well, many Zubats in the world have been known to be born blind," Porygon explained, "But once I checked your eyes, I knew for certain."
"What? What's wrong with my eyes?" asked Zubat curiously.
"They're completely white," continued Porygon, "This could mean corneal infection or ulcerations, leading to blindness. You were probably treated when you were young, but I guess your sight never came back."
"Wow, you sure know a lot," Chikoreta smiled widely, "Almost like you're a-"
"Don't say it." groaned Porygon. Chikoreta laughed and apologized, to which Porygon gave a smiling sigh. All of this Zubat was oblivious to.
"Wait, so why didn't you guys tell anyone else?" asked Zubat, still a bit unsure.
"I told Chikoreta because she seemed the most likely to help you." Porygon answered.
"But why didn't you just keep it to yourself?"
"I'm not the best at helping people," Porygon sighed, "I'm good with information and computers, but that's about it. People sometimes say I'm... robotic."
"Oh," Zubat replied, realizing how awkward this must have been, "So, um, where am I?"
"In the team cabin," Chikoreta responded, glad he changed the subject, "We were brought here after the challenge, and those who woke up faster helped the others."
"So, did we win?" asked Zubat, trying for a smile. Chikoreta and Porygon looked at each other, before Porygon spoke up.
"No," Porygon looked down grimly, "And now we have to vote someone off our team."
"What?" asked Zubat incredulously.
"That's also another reason I told you," Porygon said, "We want to eliminate someone specifically."
"Who?"
"Gible," Chikoreta said solemnly, "I mean, he did well in the challenge, but he's kind of mean."
"Kind of is an understatement," Porygon rolled his eyes, "Anyways, will you vote him with us? We already have some others, and another vote wouldn't hurt."
"Uh... sure," Zubat answered, still trying to process what happened, "Just promise me one thing, Please don't tell anyone I'm blind."
"Cross my heart." Chikoreta smiled warmly.
"Okay," Zubat breathed out, relieved, "Okay, I'll vote Gible."
"Great," Porygon said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but coming off more as angry, "Um, well, I guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, goodbye, team captain!" Chikoreta exclaimed, leading herself and Porygon out the door. Zubat simply sat in his bed, thinking.
Zubat: "That was... that was, not what I was expecting. I guess I can trust Porygon and Chikoreta with my secret. I mean, who knows? Maybe they'll be good friends... If only..."
Chikoreta: "I feel bad for Zubat. Being blind must be terrible, and joining this competition was very, very brave of him. I respect him."
Porygon: "To be honest, I wasn't exactly trying to help Zubat, Chikoreta just caught me looking into his eyes. Yeah... that wasn't fun to explain. Hmm, I guess this isn't entirely bad. Maybe us three can become a good alliance?"
000
"Alright, team Something Cool!" Spiritomb exclaimed, "If your teammates haven't already explained to you, we are having an elimination right now! Vote one someone you don't want on your team, and they will be kicked off this island. Figuratively, of course... probably."
"Guess that's us." Squirtle sighed, getting off his bed. The team was sitting anxiously in their cabin, so when Spiritomb announced it was time, they left their cabin quickly to see what would happen. The only Pokémon who didn't seem worried at all was Murkrow, who instead had a mysterious smile on his face.
They saw Spiritomb standing near the wheel, smirking as usual. However, they could see something was definitely different. Behind the wheel, where there used to be empty grasslands, was now thirteen stones with a campfire in the middle.
"Is this?" asked Poyrgon, motioning towards the campfire.
"Yup, this is where eliminations will be happening," Spiritomb explained, "To vote someone, simply go into one of the confessional booths around the island. There will be papers and a pencil, which you will use to write the name of the Pokémon you want eliminated. Once you're done, come back here and wait for further instructions. Simple as that. Pokémon with the most votes gets eliminated."
The team members looked at each other, trying to see what everyone was thinking, but nobody said anything. Slowly, each of them went to the many confessional booths and cast their votes.
Spiritomb: "Also, before I forget, here's where your advantage comes in, captains! Right now, it'll only apply to you, Zubat, but each of your votes will count as two, instead of just one. May not seem like a big difference now, but when the numbers get fewer, it could be the difference between staying in or getting out. Happy voting!"
Porygon: "Gible is definitely the prime candidate for voting. He's rude, loud, and all around annoying, the perfect combination for an early elimination"
Eevee: "It may be impossible now, but Sentret will be eliminated. Preferably by my hands."
Zubat: "Um, I can't really see what I'm writing, so can I just say I vote Gible? Hello?"
Espurr: "..."
000
"Alright, and it looks like all the votes were cast!" exclaimed Spiritomb, "Now, I will announce who is safe, and who is eliminated."
The Pokémon were waiting impatiently, sitting on the rocks. Spiritomb floated to the centre and teleported in a plate full of wooden cubes.
"If you get a block, you're safe." Spiritomb smirked, also teleporting in a list, "For starters, those with no votes; Squirtle, Vulpix, Chikoreta, and Magnemite."
Spiritomb threw a block at each of the Pokémon, hitting Magnemite directly in the face.
"Next up, those with at least one vote: "Beldum, Smeargle, Zubat, Eevee, and Sentret."
The five got their blocks and sighed with relief. This just left Porygon, Murkrow, Gible, and Espurr who still had votes. Murkrow somehow was able to smile through this, while Espurr hadn't moved at all. Gible grumbled under his breath, and Porygon started feeling some doubt in his brain.
"They couldn't all have voted me, could they?" he asked himself.
"Also safe are Murkrow and Espurr." Spiritomb announced, throwing the blocks to their respective owners. The block flew near Espurr's face, but she didn't even flinch. Instead, it was like she was focused on something else, afar off. Porygon's face filled with fear, as he began doubting himself and his teammates. Gible simply glared at Spiriotmb, awaiting the inevitable elimination.
"Down to the final two, it seems," Spiritomb smirked, waiting a few seconds before continuing, "Gible, you've been rude to pretty much everyone since you came to this island. No surprise you're here."
"Yeah, yeah, let's see how you like it when I punch your face in." he threatened.
"Violent too. Porygon," Spiritomb continued, arching a brow, "I... actually don't know why you're here, but the Pokémon who is voted off is...
...
...
...
...
...Porygon."
"What?" Porygon asked incredulously. Why had people voted him instead of Gible. Even Gible seemed a bit surprised by the outcome, but he quickly recovered.
"So long, mecha-nerd." Gible smirked, laughing aloud.
"The vote was unanimous, actually." added Spiritomb.
"What?!" Zubat doubled over, "I didn't vote for him!"
"Yeah, why would I vote myself off?" asked Porygon, extremely confused. Others backed him up, also claiming not voting for him.
"Who knows, but votes are votes," Spiritomb silenced the team, "Porygon is eliminated, and that's final."
Zubat felt anger surging through his body, but he kept it in. Chikoreta simply looked at Porygon with a face of surprise and somberness. Porygon sighed and turned back to Spiritomb.
"Well, how am I gonna get eliminated?" asked Porygon, "Teleported to the middle of nowhere?"
"Actually, we can do better." Spiritomb smirked.
000
"Why is this not a surprise?" sighed Porygon, as he was shoved into the cannon. Spiritomb had brought them to a specific part of the coastline, where a cannon had been prepped just for this occasion.
"Any last words?" Spiritomb asked, lighting a match, about to strike the fuse.
"Well, all I needed to say, I've said in my confessional." Porygon replied. Spiritomb sighed, and struck the fuse with the lit match.
"Fire in the hole!" Spiritomb yelled, just as the cannon blasted, and Porygon was sent flying across the horizon.
"Y-you're sure this is safe?" asked Magnemite nervously.
"Definitely, I've tested it multiple times." Spiritomb replied, not very reassuring at all, "Anyways, that's all for tonight. Now that you know what might happen if you lose, try a little harder, eh?"
"I'm too tired to think of a witty response." Smeargle groaned, turning away back to the cabin. The others followed his example and one by one, headed to their team's cabin. Chikoreta and Zubat stayed for a while longer, before they too left the scene.
"Very interesting." Murkrow commented as he went back. He took a quick glance at the emotionless Espurr, whose eyes were glowing a bright purple.
"Looks like we're not the only competition."
000
Ooh, very interesting indeed. What is going on with Murkrow, Starly, and Purrloin? What did Espurr do to Slowpoke and Azurill, and why was Porygon eliminated instead of Gible? Could the two be connected, or is it someone else entirely different? Find out next time, on- Ha, no, just kidding.
Just to let you know, not all challenges will be in the different type sections. Some, like this one, will be based on the type itself.
In other news, I think I gave reasonable screen time to most of the Pokémon who didn't get much last time. However, obviously, I couldn't fit all of them in. I'll try again next chapter, but if your favourite Pokémon doesn't get a moment next chapter, I'm sorry, I'll try cycling through everyone.
Also, many sort of friendships/alliances are created, although not set in stone. I'll try to expand them a bit next chapter, but I want it to be a gradual thing, not rushed.
Anyways, thank you for your reviews on my first chapter, I will try to implement them if possible. So please, send in your reviews, I will read them and try to fit my story to you guys' liking.
That's all for now, but there will definitely more soon.
Thank you for reading! :D
BlandToucan