A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a story. I've been an avid fanfiction reader for some time and finally decided to give it a try myself. I'm not a snowflake so I'm open to constructive criticism, feel free to let me know what you think.
Please note that the characters in this story belong to Disney, and I'm not a fan of original characters, so they will all be Disney property.
I'm just a poor writer, so please don't sue me. You won't get much out of it anyway.
With that said, I hope you enjoy the story.
The Awakening
On a breezy spring evening, a lonely boy was slowly making his way home alone. That was a long and quite frankly the worst day ever. She broke up with him. After just three weeks. And to make matters worse, he had only himself to blame.
He had lied to her about something insignificant, even though she had made it crystal clear on their first date that honesty was non-negotiable. He knew that his dishonesty would eventually catch up to him, yet he had still gone ahead with it. Was it to impress her, he wondered? As he walked the empty streets, his mind raced with regret, hoping for a chance to make amends.
The blond boy had long accepted the fact that he wasn't exactly a heartthrob. The evidence was quite clear, given that he had been rejected by every girl in his school for the school dance before. It was easy to come to that conclusion, and he had made peace with it a long time ago.
Ron wasn't exactly a jock like the guys on the school's sports teams. He struggled to keep up with KP during their missions to save the world, despite his best efforts. Sure, he had a certain adorkable charm that some girls found endearing, but he was no pretty boy like Monkey, er, Mankey. His goofy demeanor didn't exactly help his popularity with his status-conscious peers.
But what Ron lacked in athletic ability, he more than made up for with his brilliant mind. Electronics was his forte, and that came in handy as the resident saboteur of Team Possible. When it came to making a doomsday device go boom in a matter of seconds, Ron was your guy. He had to be fast because there was something far more dangerous in those layers than the machines. Or should it be "someone".
Kim is a skilled fighter, but Ron knew that in a real fight, she stood no chance against the beautiful but deadly villainess, Shego. Shego enjoyed taunting and chasing the teenage hero around the room with her lethal plasma balls, but her patience was short-lived. She grew bored and annoyed with the cheerleader's antics very quickly, causing her plasma blasts to heat up substantially.
Ron's mission was to stay one step ahead of Shego's temper and dismantle the machines before Kim could be seriously injured. Efficiency was the cornerstone of Ron's mission tasks. He had honed his ability to analyze situations and make split-second decisions. Ron was a master at manipulating machines, using his technical know-how and strategic thinking to outwit his opponents.
Ron's ability to read and analyze sensitive situations should have given him the insight to know better than to tell an obvious and pointless lie. He should have been aware that such a flimsy fabrication would eventually come back to haunt him. But Ron tended to ignore his common sense when it came to matters of the heart. He seemed to have a knack for self-sabotage when it came to girls, and the question remained: why?
"Well, what's done is done," Ron sighed to himself as he stumbled his way home. He wasn't hurt or anything, he just couldn't see what was in front of him. Frustrated, he growled, "Is this stupid game trying to haunt me or something? I mean, wasn't this game supposed to be played in your brain? How the hell did this stupid status window imprint itself inside my iris?"
Right in front of him, floating two feet away, was the Everlot status window. Ron closed his eyes and groaned. "Nope, still there. Why can't this thing just leave me alone?" he muttered to himself, frustrated by the intrusion of the game that ended his relationship, into his real life.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ron walked over his threshold. "Mom?"... quiet. "Dad?"... nope, still nothing. He walks into the kitchen. When he got no response, he walked into the kitchen and scanned the room with his peripheral vision.
Walking home, only concentrating on his peripheral vision made it quite precise. So, he immediately saw the money on the table. "Right, the cruise! Mom said she'll leave me some money for provisions." he chuckled. His parents went on the cruise Rufus won for his performance in the Dog show. Ron thought about going himself but had to decline when he found out the trip was going to take three months. Even he couldn't afford to flunk out of school for that long.
Ron was pleased to be able to give his hard-working parents the gift of a cruise. They hadn't taken time off work in over five years and had accrued a significant amount of paid vacation days. "I wonder where my lazy genes came from," he pondered as he carefully ascended the staircase. He couldn't help but wish for some assistance at that moment, but Rufus was away on a sleepover with the tweebs. "Knowing them, they're probably playing that stupid game," he muttered to himself.
Ron entered his room and turned off the lights before collapsing onto his bed. Thankfully, he cleaned his room not too long ago. In case, his new girlfriend was coming to visit. He would have broken some bones if he tripped over one of the scattered clothing, school and comic books because of that stupid imprint blocking his vision. "Ex-girlfriend" he reminded himself.
Ron sighed. He was beat. Now the only thing he wanted is for the sweet dreamworld to take him out of this day. One problem though. That stupid window was... "It's glowing?" In a soft azure blue, the status window was shining in front of him. 'They really should not bring those chairs on the market. I should probably get this checked out,' he thought to himself, 'if it doesn't go away by tomorrow.'
For the first time the young boy concentrated on looking at the afterimage in his vision. 'Strange.' he reached out in front of him. "What the hell?!" his hand wasn't behind the vision. It was like in the game. As if he was able to interact with the window.
Ron's tiredness vanished as he exclaimed, "It can't be...close status!" The afterimage disappeared. Curiosity got the better of him, and he tried again, "Open status!" To his surprise, the window reappeared. He couldn't believe it. How was this even possible?
Curiosity awoken the perplexed boy studied the status window. The first thing he noticed was that the color didn't match with the Everlot interface. It wasn't the green tint he saw in the game. No, it was blue colored. The letters where dark blue. The edge was a darker blue as well, but it also shimmered like a sapphire under light. The background had a light blue tint and a light pattern that reminded him of lightning on a stormy night.
Captivated, Ron's gaze fixated on the text that appeared in a large pop-up window, dominating the interface. The text read:
Quest: Chosen One
Accept your destiny and become the man you were born to be.
Do you accept the mystical monkey system?
Accept Decline
Ron couldn't believe what he was seeing. The text on the status window was cryptic and made no sense to him. "What does this even mean?" he muttered to himself. Ron couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen. 'Destiny?' he thought. 'What destiny? Did I fall asleep the second my head hit the pillow?' He wondered. 'Is it a hallucination?'
"The mystical monkey system" he muttered to himself. Didn't he and Kim fight a crazy guy a few weeks ago that kept babbling about a mystical monkey?
His hand moved forward and hovered over the Text. "This is so stupid." He pressed the button.
All at once, the room was illuminated by a brilliant blue light. From the streets, one could see the blue lights glowing through the almost closed blinds of Ron's room. A passerby on the street stopped to look up at the window, wondering what was happening inside. The bright light seemed to be pulsing and growing stronger with each passing moment. Shrugging his shoulders, he keept walking. Probably just a kid playing his game console.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Ron's eyes blazed up so brightly that they could have blinded anyone looking directly at them. His hair shimmered with a radiant golden hue. But in that moment, Ron was oblivious to it all. His entire body was wracked with an intense burning sensation. He let out a loud, anguished cry before collapsing to the ground and thrashing around like a fish out of water.
Gasping for air, he tore off his shirt from his chest, revealing a strange mark that seemed to be glowing with the same blue light as the room. The pain seemed to be emanating from the mark, as if it was trying to escape from Ron's body. Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to endure the agony.
Pain was nothing new to Ron. He had endured countless beatings from bullies at Middleton High and taken on the hired muscle of every villain he and Kim had faced. But this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
The young sidekick was enduring an excruciating torment that felt like his body was being ripped apart and set ablaze by molten iron. Ron felt like dying would be just fine with him right about now. However, he couldn't scream or even catch his breath properly. All he could do was writhe and moan softly as he slowly lost consciousness.
After a moment of stillness, the room was silent. Suddenly, a faint sound could be heard thump. It was soon followed by another, louder one thump thump. Then, a blue light emerged and began to pulse in small electrical patterns, flowing through Ron's chest and into his body.
As the light continued to circulate, Ron's eyes abruptly opened, wide and alert.
Perched atop a mountain in the heart of the Japanese Alps, the Yamanouchi School shone in the morning sun, its beauty and antiquity on full display. The traditional architecture was a marvel to behold, with intricate details and unique craftsmanship that reflected centuries of Japanese culture and history. As the light of the sun hit the building's surface, it seemed to come alive, with the golden rays illuminating every corner and casting a warm, inviting glow over the surrounding landscape.
It was a sight that would left visitors awestruck, marveling at the grandeur of the ancient structure that stood tall and proud, a symbol of Japan's rich cultural heritage. That is if visitors where allowed.
In one of the dojos, a wise old man suddenly broke out of his meditative state. For a few moments, he gazed incredulously into empty space, stroking his long beard as if lost in thought. Then, a smile spread across his face, and the old man began to chuckle softly to himself.
A young, strikingly beautiful Asian girl with short, jet-black hair and dressed in a pristine white gi stepped into the room. Upon seeing the wise old man, who was like a father to her, in such a cheerful mood, Yori's heart swelled with warmth and happiness. She approached him with a gentle smile and asked, "Master Sensei, did something fortuitous happen?"
The old man's eyes twinkled as he turned to face her, his expression still playful. "Ah, Yori-chan," he said, using the girl's name affectionately, "just a moment of insight during my meditation. Sometimes, the universe reveals its secrets to us in the most unexpected ways"
Yori nodded, her smile widening as she took in the old man's words. She too had experienced similar moments of insight during her own meditations and knew firsthand the joy and wonder that came with them. For a few moments, they simply stood there, the old man and his young protégé, basking in the warmth of their shared connection and the serenity of the dojo.
"Yes, my child, something truly fortuitous happen" the wise old man continued, gesturing for Yori to follow him out onto the courtyard beside the building. "As a senior member of this place, you have learned that our ancestors built this dojo for the sole purpose of aiding the destined chosen one. For millennia, we have guarded the mythical artifact of the Heaven's chosen warrior."
As they stood together in the courtyard, the old man paused, his eyes scanning the surrounding mountain peaks as if lost in memories of the past. Yori watched him, sensing the weight of history and responsibility that rested on his shoulders, and feeling grateful for the opportunity to learn from him. She knew that the artifact was more than just a mere object; it was a symbol of their heritage, their duty, and their legacy.
"Sensei, you don't mean..." she whispered.
The old man smiled at his apprentice, nodding his head. "Yes, Yori-san. Just as the prophecy foretold, the heavens have chosen their champion," he replied, his voice full of wisdom.
Yori was intrigued, but also puzzled. "But Master Sensei, how do you know this? I didn't see anyone enter here, and no one would dare to disturb you during your meditations," she asked, genuinely curious about the old man's insight.
"I am the current master of the Yamanouchi School," the wise old man explained to Yori. "As such, I am bound by fate to the chosen one."
Yori listened intently, fascinated by the concept of fate and destiny. "And you sensed their presence as soon as they were chosen by the heavens?" she asked, her eyes widening with amazement.
"Indeed," the school master replied with a smile. "It's a gift that has been passed down through generations of ancestry, allowing us to feel the presence of the chosen one and prepare for their arrival."
Once again he looked to the mountains. With a determined gaze, he turned his eyes towards the mountains once more. "Yori-san, please gather everyone and ask them to meet me in the great hall," he instructed, "It's time for us to begin our preparations."
"Will the chosen one come to Yamanouchi?" Yori asked, her excitement already evident in her sparkling black eyes, reflecting that of her master's.
"Not yet, my child. We still have a lot to prepare. But yes, I plan to bring him here sooner rather than later," the old man replied, stroking his long beard. A frown creased his face as he continued, "If the chosen one has awakened, then the great evil will soon follow. We don't have much time left."
Ron's eyes slowly flew open as he regained consciousness. He groaned softly, feeling a dull ache in his head. As he looked around, he realized that he was lying on the ground in his room.
Memories of the pain he had felt before he passed out flooded back to him. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his head intensified, causing him to groan again.
Taking a deep breath, Ron closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes, the pain in his head began to subside, and he was able to sit up slowly. He scanned his room. The Interface was gone. "Was this all a dream?" he wondered. Looking down he examined his body. This definitely hasn't been a dream. His shirt was shredded almost complete but the most prominent evidence for the reality of the painful event was the mark on the right side of his chest.
"What the hell was that?" he groaned, still trying to make sense of what had happened. Ron gingerly touched the mark on the right side of his chest. It was a circular shape, about the size of his palm, and it felt raised and tender to the touch. He winced as his fingers brushed against it, feeling a burning sensation that seemed to emanate from the mark.
He examined it closely, noticing that the skin around it was red and inflamed. The mark itself was a dark, almost black color, with intricate designs etched into it. Ron couldn't make out the details of the designs, but they seemed almost like some kind of ancient symbols.
With a wince, Ron slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, feeling the soreness in his muscles. He tried to stand, but his legs felt like jelly, so he ended up falling back onto his butt. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before attempting to stand again. This time, he managed to get to his feet, albeit unsteadily.
Ron gingerly reached out to touch the mark on his chest, wincing slightly as his fingertips made contact with his skin. The symbols etched into the mark seemed to glow faintly, as if they were alive. Ron's brow furrowed as he studied the intricate design, trying to make sense of it all. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important about the mark and the symbols, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
With a frustrated sigh, Ron pulled his hand away and took a step back from the mirror. But as Ron stepped back, he did a quick double take, he couldn't help but notice how different his body looked. His once scrawny frame had been replaced by lean, chiseled muscles. He ran his hand down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs and feeling the strength of his core.
As he turned to the side to get a better look at his abs, he let out a chuckle. "I mean, they say 'no pain no gain,' but for real? Was that enough to give me abs?" Ron joked to himself, still trying to make sense of it all.
His skin was clearer, too, as if he had never had a blemish or scar. Even the slight imperfections he had noticed before were gone, replaced by a flawless complexion that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
But the most striking change was his height. Ron had always been on the shorter side, but now he towered over his reflection in the mirror. He estimated he had gained at least a few inches, if not more.
Ron couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was like he had been given a completely new body. As he flexed his muscles and tested his newfound strength, a small smile crept onto his face.
As Ron stepped away from the mirror, he couldn't help but notice that something was off. His room was completely pitch black, yet he could see everything with incredible clarity. How was this possible? He knew that whatever caused him to change must have blown out the fuses, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to it.
As he looked around his room, he noticed that even the darkest corners were visible to him, as if he was wearing one of those fancy night vision glasses Wade had made for Team Possible. "This is insane," he muttered to himself. "How am I able to see in the dark like this?" The mark on his chest seemed to glow faintly, as if in response to his question, but Ron couldn't make any sense of it.
He continued to explore the room, examining every nook and cranny, but he couldn't find any source of light. His blinds were almost completely closed, but he could still make out the faintest of light coming through the tiny cracks that remained. "What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself. "Am I going crazy?" The events of the day had left him feeling disoriented, and the strange changes to his body and newfound ability to see in the dark only added to his confusion.
Ron suddenly remembered and gasped, "Oh, right, the status window. Where did it go?" He paused for a moment, thinking, "It probably closed when I selected my answer." Realizing this, he commanded, "Open status!"
The familiar text window appeared before him.
*The mystical monkey system greats the chosen one. You can call me _!* the text window declared.
"Wait, what?" asked the confused boy.
*Assigning name Waitwat is that correct?( ^ω^ )*
"The mystical monkey system system? Wait, you can... talk?" Ron was completely taken aback and bewildered. He struggled to comprehend how it was even possible for the Everlot Window to engage in conversation. No wait this wasn't the Everlot Window. Its calling itself the mystical monkey system.
The system remained silent, the text of the question still displayed on the screen. Ron's confusion grew, but he quickly realized what the system was expecting from him. "Ah, I get it. You want me to give you a name, no not correct."
*The system greats the chosen one. You can call me _!*
Ron thought for a moment, considering what name would be fitting for the mystical monkey system. He smiled as an idea came to him. "Goku!" he said aloud, addressing the interface.
*The system will not partake in blasphemy*
The system quick rejection left Ron confused. "Why would a system care about that?" he wondered aloud. "Wukong?" Ron suggested after thinking for a moment, trying to test the system.
*(ಠ_ಠ) The chosen one is being unreasonable*
Ron furrowed his brows in confusion as he tried to process the system's rejection "So the system won't take names of the monkey gods. Going as far as calling it blasphemy," he murmured to himself. The whole situation was becoming increasingly bizarre, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to it than what met the eye. Ron knew he needed to find out what was going on sooner rather the later.
"Okay, I give up," Ron said, feeling defeated for the moment. He began to reflect on how he had ended up in this strange situation. As he whispered "Everlot" to himself, a renewed sense of determination filled him. "Eve," he declared firmly, giving the system a name.
*The system greats the chosen one. You can call me Eve!*
A/N: Well here we are. I hope you liked my version of Ron getting his powers. Since I was a child I always hated how they just glossed over the power of the "chosen one" like it was another Tuesday. And since I read a lot of manga's and manhwa's this idea just popped in my mind.
Since I'm a beginning writer and a bit of a perfectionist I don't know how fast Ill be able to update the story but I have a lot of ideas to continue. I just have to organize them in my mind.
Please leave a review to let me know if you like this story and if you like to see more.