Authors note: We now just need two more characters. I forgot to mention that we need you to send the move sets of your Pokémon.
Ishi Bana Bana: Yeah, your character is good enough. Thanks!
2CrzY4U: I still need your move set, please.
Now, time for more crack!
Many people called Sunny Allen insane. And they were right. At first glance, Sunny seemed to be a sweet and harmless girl. What with her blond hair pulled into pigtails, innocent blue eyes, pure sunshine yellow shirt and shorts, and purple flip flops, she looked like a typical teenage girl. Of course, those who didn't know Sunny didn't know that she was a master of an ancient martial art that involved flip flops.
Her foot wear was among the most dangerous weaponry humanity ever devised. They could cut like knives, and were stylish to boot. Why someone like her wanted to be a trainer is beyond the comprehension of even an omniscient author such as me.
Sunny first heard of the crackilicious tournament of Duran city one day when she met up with her sister in Viridian city.
"Like Omg, Sunny! Look at this!" her sister held up a flier advertising a tournament that asked for eccentric trainers to battle. "You would fit right in there!" Her sister was a good 5 years older than her, with a tan and straight blond hair.
Sunny grabbed the paper. "How can you read this? It's all gibberish!"
"Um, you're holding it upside down."
Sunny took a second look at it. "Oh, you're right. Silly me!" She flipped it right side up. "It says that there are two grand prizes for the winner. One is 500,000,000 Poké dollars donated by the tournaments sponsor Goff Corp. The other possible prize is a mystery." Sunny stared off into space, imaging the fame that cam that would come from winning the tournament. People everywhere would line up to lick her toes. Oh, how glorious it would be.
"It says that it's being held in Duran city." Her sister said.
"That's just north west of here, Sari! We should go right now!"
Just as they were about to leave town, a Reshiram crashed twenty yards to their right. Curious as to what the crap just happened, they ran to the injured legendary.
A very pretty young man with long green hair lumbered off of Reshiram and groaned in pain. His outfit was stylish and would probably could be associated with the hipster sub group.
I suppose you could call him… a bishounen hipster.
DUN DUN DUN.
"Oh, I really must learn to drive Reshiram better," he groaned getting off the ground brushing the dirt off his clothes, "I don't think I could've had a crappier landing."
He looked over at the two girls, one with a stick who had started to poke him repeatedly.
"What are you doing?" asked the younger.
"Seeing if it's alive."
"I think that's pretty obvious," said the younger. He grabbed the stick and snapped it in half. Next thing he knew he was being beaten by the girl's flip flop. And oh god/Buddha/or whatever god he believed in it hurt!
"Please! I beg you! Stop hitting me!" He cried between the strikes upon his person.
"NO! Not until you tell me your name!"
"N! N is my name!" Sunny stopped hitting him.
"N?" She asked incredulously. "Just N? Or N as in…?"
"As in Natural Harmonia Gropius."
She looked at him carefully, "I never took hipsters for the 'groping' type. I thought they were more of the 'complaining' type of person."
"Wait, what's a hipster?" N asked.
"A bunch of condescending douchebags," Sunny said. "Hey, Sari. I just had a great idea!"
"What is it?" Sari asked.
"Let's keep him as a pet! He can carry our stuff! Please, I'll feed him and clothe him and brush him and make him look pretty and give him toys!" She got on her knees and begged.
"Okay! Let's take him to the tournament!"
"Do I get a say in this?" N asked.
"No!" Both sisters shouted in unison. Sunny grabbed N by his hair and dragged him into the sunset.