When Worlds Collide

A Happy Tree Friends/Pokemon Fanfiction

By Awkward Vulpix

The tall man was very happy now. He had just been told his greatest creation, the Vulpix known as "Project A-5", was, in all probability, still alive.

"If she's still alive, we can't afford not to get her back. She's one of the few Pokemon we bred that matched all the physical requirements, and we're running out of money at this point."

The fat scientist was wearing a bandage over his nose, since his face getting slammed into the door broke it. "We didn't just train her to get ready for the transporter, you know."

"Oh, really?" The tall man was interested to hear what he had to say.

"We trained her to be a well honed killing machine. Blow a whistle, and everything in the nearby vicinity is going down quickly. Blow it again, and it's back to normal."

"Brilliant! Even if we can't get the transporter working properly again, we can still be rich by battling a bunch of losers!"

"I recommend taking a fire stone with you on your trip. Vulpix need that to evolve, you know."

"Yes, evolve into a Ninetales. We'll be completely unstoppable! I can see it now – tearing through countless trainers like they were nothing! Faster than you can say 'Hummer Limo', we'll be richer than any man in Saffron City! Riley, you are a genius!" The fat man, Riley, was honored to be complimented by his boss, who was normally one mean son of a bitch. "So, Riley, what happens if she hears a whistle in that other universe where she is now?"

Riley shrugged. "I guess she'll kill a bunch of people."

"Well, we should hurry. We wouldn't want her euthanized or something."

Unfortunately for the tall nameless man, Taily, as she was now known, was just walking out of the hospital with Rufus, and disaster would soon strike.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Where are you from, anyway?"

"It was kind of like the hospital, except they kept making me run on a treadmill and stuff. I think it was a lab of some sort."

Rufus stopped walking. "You were a lab rat?"

"Well…I wouldn't say that…"

Before she could say anything more, Cuddles the policeman ran by, chasing after the raccoon brothers, Lifty and Shifty, who had just robbed a bank. Attempting to stop them, he blew his police whistle.

Suddenly, Taily underwent a change. Her eyes became bloodshot, and her pupils dilated. She began to breathe heavily, and small, black claws jutted from her fingers, causing them to bleed. She had turned into one of the finest killing machines the town had since Flippy. Before she could turn Rufus into unidentifiable chunks of matter, though, Cuddles blew the whistle again, and she snapped back to normal. "Well, that was weird." She said.

Riley was pleased with the progress on the transporter his group was making. They had already repaired a large amount of the delicate circuitry, and had even started testing it to make sure it wouldn't blow out again. "As you can see, Mr. Pinser, we are well ahead of schedule on the repairs. We'll most definitely be ready by tomorrow."

"Excellent, excellent," the tall man, Pinser, said. Suddenly, an electric surge erupted from the machine and hit Pinser right in the chest. "My pacemaker! Crap, crap, crap!" he fell to the ground, clutching his chest. Riley, having only a few seconds to react, slammed into Pinser's chest, sort of resetting the pacemaker. "That should about do it until we can really get it fixed properly."

"Ah…I feel so…relaxed…"

Taily may not have flipped out, but I desperately wish I could say the same for Flippy. Taily continued walking, and decided to say hello to Flippy. Unfortunately for her, and everybody in the nearby vicinity, the blood that resulted from the claws that jutted out of her skin caused Flippy to have a war flashback: his fingers getting bloody and raw from attempting to get out of his cage. He began changing, not unlike Taily, but instead of claws and bloodshot eyes, his teeth became jagged and his eyes turned yellow. Taily, oblivious to what was happening, asked, "Uh…dude, are you okay? Seriously, what are you doing? AAHHH! OH MY GOD! AHHH!" Flippy had sliced her chest open with her bowie knife, and she staggered backwards, in hideous pain. He crammed a grenade in the gaping wound, and ran away before it blew her to pieces.

She had already died earlier that day, so nobody expected her to be killed again. This was a very rare occurrence, dying twice in the same day and it had only happened to a few of the other townsfolk. Naturally, when Doctor Bill walked by, he was quite shocked. "Y-you died again?"

"…Yeah."

"Well, that doesn't happen very often. Cause of death?"

"A green bear sliced my chest open. I'm not sure what happened after that, I think I blacked out."

Doctor Bill wrote down this information. "I see. Flippy killed you?"

"Is that his name? Flippy?"

"Yes, he's a war veteran. A very serious case of post-traumatic stress disorder. When he sees anything that reminds him of something that happened to him in Vietnam, he goes crazy and kills everyone he sees. He thinks he's back in the war, and they're the enemies."

"Oh… That's sad."

"He was ordered by a court of law to see a therapist. It worked for the time being, but once he died, it reset, and now its back to violent killing. Tragic, really. He keeps killing his friends, and he doesn't have any control over it. I just wish there was some way to fix him permanently."

"Well, I wouldn't know."

"I never said I thought you would."

"I was just putting that out there. I'm pretty sure there's nothing I can do to help."

Meanwhile, in the other universe, Brent Pinser was walking out of the hospital. Since he still felt weak, Riley was helping him.

"You okay?" Riley asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Tell those idiots to be more careful with that electric crap."

"I'll be sure to do that."

"Thanks. Anyway, we need to get a fire stone somehow."

"What do you suggest?"

"Ever committed armed robbery?"

Lo and behold, in a few minutes, Brent and Riley were attempting to hold up the nearby PokeMart, but were making the unfortunate discovery they didn't sell any evolution stones. Brent, fuming with rage, screamed, "What do you MEAN you don't have any stones!"

The cashier, a pimply-faced teenager, was very frightened, mostly because Brent was pointing a gun at him. "I-I, w-we don't sell those here! I'm sorry don't shoot me please oh God!"

Brent sighed. "If you don't have any, where could I get one? Tell me, or I'll give these walls a new paint job with your splattered head!" He crammed the gun up the teenager's nose.

"WAIT, WAIT! I'll tell you! I-I think that the department store in Celadon City might sell fire stones."

"CELADON!" Brent screamed. "God fucking damn it! It'll take me an hour to get there!"

Riley, wishing to help, suggested they steal a car.

"Yeah, let's add another charge to my laundry list of illegal activities. We'll just walk."

"Okay, sure."

Taily, meanwhile, was still in the hospital, waiting for Bill to put the information into the computer. When he came back, she got out of bed and prepared to leave, when a whistling came from somewhere else. Bill noted, "Oh, my tea's ready."

Unfortunately for Bill, the whistling caused Taily to begin transforming. Her eyes went bloodshot, and her claws jutted back out. Bill, however, didn't notice, and was just preparing to go into the hospital kitchen when Taily walked up to him and gave him a sound kick across the face.

"OW! Taily, what the hell?" When he saw her new form, he realized what she wanted, and started running like hell. Before he could get away, Taily successfully grabbed him and twisted his wrist, breaking it.

"AARRGGH! SHIT! BITCH!" Taily then lit him on fire with a giant burst of flame from her mouth, and pushed him out of the window. Her "mission" completed, she went back to normal.

"Huh? What just happened?" She noticed the window was broken, and looked outside. When she saw Bill's flaming corpse, she screamed, realizing she must have killed him.

"Oh…Oh crap, what did I do?!" She had no memory of killing him whatsoever. "Oh my god…I'm like Flippy? What? How? What did I do? Huh?" She mumbled a bit more, and then passed out in horror.

Meanwhile, Brent and Riley were having difficulty with the map. Riley insisted, "Brent, Celadon is this way!"

"You're holding that upside down, dumbass! Give me that!" He grabbed the map out of Riley's hands. "See, that way is north! That way is south! The path is that way!" He gestured to the opposite of where Riley was pointing. "You dumb piece of shit!"

"What? No, I've been to Celadon City before, I'm pretty sure the path is over in that area!" He pointed somewhere else.

Brent sighed. "We'll ask that old woman." He started waving. "Hey, old woman! Where could we find Celadon City?"

She pointed to the east. "It's over that way!"

"Thanks!" As she was walking away, Brent attempted to take her purse. Before he did, the woman turned around and gave him a roundhouse kick to the face. He dropped the purse, and the woman picked it up, before slapping him. "Asshole!" She yelled, before walking away.

Brent's nose was now bleeding profusely, and Riley handed him a tissue. He rolled it up into a ball, and crammed it into his nostrils, stopping the flow in a somewhat rudimentary fashion.

"Well, all right then. Onto Celadon!"

"Sir, I honestly think it would be easier if we just drove. This route looks pretty long."

"Fine, we'll steal the damn car."

While Brent and Riley were arguing on locations of cities, Cuddles (Who had also been murdered by Flippy) were trying to calm Taily down. "I-I killed him! I killed an innocent person!" She began crying.

Cuddles, being the sort-of nice person he is, said, "Come on, Taily, Flippy didn't mean to kill you either! You're probably like him! We just need to find the trigger!"

Speaking through the waterfalls coming out of her eyes, she said, "W-well, h-he was making tea…I think the whistle might have done something…"

He remembered Whistle the dog, and said, in a manner dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, great, another guy that kills people who whistle." This was quite the wrong thing to say, since Taily started crying even more. "No…Wait! Shit, I didn't mean it that way!"

Brent and Riley were almost ready to get going in the car. Well, car in the vaguest sense of the word. The "car" they were going to be riding in barely looked like it could run. It hardly looked painted, and the hood simply wasn't attached to it.

"This is what we're riding in?" Said Brent disgustedly.

"It's all I could find, regrettably."

"Damn…let's hurry, it's almost dark, and the store's gonna close."

Riley attempted to start the car up, but all that happened was a black cloud erupting from the engine. He said, "That means it's working."

Brent got in, and Riley drove it out of the garage. The back bumper fell off, showing the license plate: 3V1L123

"All right then, Riley, it says turn left here, and go straight." The car was now missing the front bumper, and one of the headlights was fizzled out. "I can't believe this lemon made it this far." Brent said. Suddenly, the engine began letting off sparks, and blew up completely. Brent was enraged, but he took several deep breaths (He had a weak heart, and didn't feel like a heart attack) and said, "Fuck this, we're walking." Both of them got out of the car…and the car promptly fell to pieces. Brent glared at Riley.

About twenty minutes later, Riley heard a suspicious sound coming from a bush. "Brent, what the hell was that?"

Brent checked the bush. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a Rattata." Suddenly, the purple rat bared its teeth, and began mauling him. "AHH! GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME! FUCK!" Riley lunged towards it, and was eventually able to wrestle it off. Brent, now injured, came to a startling realization. "You fucking dumbass! This is Route 16! Route 7 goes to Saffron! That old lady pointed us in the wrong direction! You idiotic piece of shit! You had the map! Why couldn't you tell that was the wrong way! We lost twenty minutes on the wrong route! Fucking bullshit!" Brent stopped speaking coherently at that point, and just started yelling gibberish at Riley.

After backtracking for a while (And nearly getting mugged by a group of bikers; good thing that kid saved them), Brent and Riley finally got to the proper route: Route 7, a short dirt track that allowed easy access to Celadon City.

Brent, relieved that he finally got to this place, said, "Finally! Let's just get that damn fire stone and get out of here!"

Both of them ran over to the department store…or attempted to, anyway. You see, on the way, they accidentally ran into an overweight cop eating a chocolate donut, sending them all on a trip to the ground. When all of them got up, the cop remembered something. "About an hour ago, we received a call from the Saffron PokeMart saying that two men matching your descriptions held the cashier at gunpoint, and were heading for the Celadon department store. Anything to say about that?"

Brent, thinking quickly, said, "Well, about that…Oh my god, is that Mew?"

The gullible cop quickly turned around, yelling, "What? Where? Where?" While the idiotic cop was searching for the nonexistent legendary, Brent and Riley ran off.

"There ain't no Mew here…Hey! Get back here!" The fat cop took after them, huffing all the way. He wasn't used to running.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Brent asked. He was referring to a fire stone behind a glass wall, on full display. "Riley, hand me your shoe."

"O…kay…" He complied, and handed Brent his left sneaker. He promptly shattered the glass with it, and pulled out the stone. The alarm went off.

"Finally! You have no idea what I went through to get you! Let's blow this joint!"

Both of them ran towards the window, but they were on the third floor, so that wasn't any good. Then, Brent noticed a tree. Explaining what he planned to do to Riley, both of them jumped out of the window and grabbed a branch, just as two policemen, one of them the fat man, and the other a lanky, pale man, caught up to them. The fat man yelled, "Shit! They got away!" Both of them went into a mad dash for the staircase.

Meanwhile, Brent and Riley were in quite the chase. Two cashiers from the store, as well as a policeman, who was standing nearby, were chasing after them. Desperate, Brent grabbed a motorbike, and both he and Riley sped off. "Hey! My bike!" The thug he stole it from yelled, pissed off that some asshole had the guts to steal his bike, started chasing after them as well. Just then, the two cops ran out of the department store, and started chasing after them.

"It sure is boring around here." Said one guard, a balding man in his forties, in the building on Route seven.

"I just wonder what Team Rocket's up to." Said the other guard, an African-American man with a shaved head.

"Those losers? I thought they went clean."

"They did?"

"Yeah, just a couple of weeks ago. Damn, I'm thirsty."

"Oh, how about that. Well, I have a joke."

"Shoot."

"Okay, a guy walks into a talent agency…What the hell?" The man was looking out of the window, and realized two men on a Harlequin-David motorcycle were heading straight towards the building. "Holy shit!" He jumped out of the way, and just in time, too. The bike crashed through the window, sending debris everywhere. "Damn crazy world we're living in!" yelled the guard.

Brent pulled up to the building where he was running his schemes. "All right, let's hurry! We have a bunch of guys chasing after us!"

Both of the men ran into the building, heading for the elevator. Brent punched a series of numbers into the control panel, activating a secret function and sending them to a secret area. They ran over to the transporter machine.

"Turn it on!" Brent yelled at Riley.

"Okay, okay! Activating the positron accelerators…"

"Just push the damn buttons!"

"Okay, okay!" He pushed some more damn buttons, and the machine began glowing, implying it was ready.

"Well, Riley, let's go get us back a Vulpix!" Both of the men walked into the transporter, sending out a glowing arc of light. When the light dissipated, two men had left their own universe and headed directly into the unknown.

Well, there you go. What will happen next? Will Brent and Riley succeed in their evil plans? What will become of Happy Tree Town and its citizens? Will anything start making sense? Will I stop droning on about stuff in the plot that hasn't happened yet? Find out next time, faithful readers! Please leave a review stating your opinion and things I could fix. Just leave a review already!