The Ensnarement of Dimensions Chapter 3
Hello everyone! It's me, Cyndaquil123 again.
This chapter is the first chapter that is being written by me. I will hope that you all will enjoy it.
I present to you now, Chapter 3
Five Years Ago…
In a small alleyway, which was getting soaked from the not-so-light rain the news had predicted, there was a small pokemon hiding under the trash. This pokemon was a sneasel, a wild one at that. He was an outcast of outcast, thrown into the alleyway by other wild, street pokemon. The cause of this was because of his eyes, his right one being pink and his left blue. The street pokemon considered it a curse, something that would bring bad luck to all those that would associate themselves with him.
"It's not a curse," mumbled the sneasel," The only bad luck it brings is the suspicion of others, and if they act on their suspicions they cause any unfortunate happenings unto me". The sneasel sighed. Throughout his short, yet eventful life he had been called many things. Not many were pleasant. Freak, Disaster, Deathbringer. Out of all the names he had been called he only cared for one, and it was the most painful. He wished that if anything was to be said about him, it was by that name. The name Zaroc. He shuddered at the memory.
The sneasel looked into a nearby puddle, studding his eyes. It really was the worst place for a disorder, or at least what he considered one. There was no way to hide it, in a place where everyone looked, and extremely rare. The rain started to come down harder, pounding on his head. He turned away from the puddle showing his horrible eyes, even though they were just ripples now.
Then something caught his eye. It was a piece of one of the daily news, blowing through the wind. He caught it as he saw the title. It was The Gatelock opens! Explores tell their story. He looked at the paper with a little interest. The Gatelock was apparently a dungeon that no one could enter, even the best and strongest explores couldn't get through. It was called the Gatelock because everyone could only get far enough to get to a gate which none could enter. Even more curiously, were the two signals that were the two signals on the front, one of apples and one of diamonds.
Straightening out the paper to see it fully, the sneasel started to read.
"We weren't really a famous team, in fact we actually failed most of the time," said the leader, a Scolipede," I hadn't even evolved yet when we first started out on this adventure. When we left we went out with our strongest team members, me, my partner Slowpoke, Cincciono, and her husband Ninetales. By the time we had reached the gate we had almost already used up all of our reviver seeds and Oran berries. When we got to the gate we saw the signals and the gate of course closed. We had looked around to see if anybody had missed a puzzle or something similar, and to our surprise, we did. We found a strange poem near the bottom of the gate.
Those of Fate
That have come of Late
Whether they seek the Key
Or try to Flee
Know that the only way Through
Is to find among You
The one with the forgotten Path
We had looked at each other, and then Slowpoke. It was obvious to us that the only way to get past the gate was to get slowpoke to forget about the way to the gate. Usually, contact with a psychic pokemon was enough to make most slowpokes forget recent events. However, our Slowpoke was not a normal slowpoke, he could remember more than even I could. But, because of his kin, he was the most likely to forget recent events. We tried all of the rest of the day to get Slowpoke to forget the way here, but it was not to be. We set up camp with the some other team that was there. Slowpoke was about to go to bed, when he bumped against the gate. It glowed blue and opened.
We had all known that even with his current memory, Slowpoke had forgotten about his past parents and home, but it hadn't occurred to us until then that the poem may not have been talking about the way to the gate, but his own past. We hurried in and the door closed after us.
There were no pokemon on the way to the end of the dungeon, not even savage pokemon. When we thought we had reached the end of the dungeon, we found another gate. This gate had the signal of stars and a cloud. There was another poem on this gate too. This gate proved easier for me to find the way through, but harder to admit. The poem said:
If you come here looking for Gold
Turn away for none is in Hold
Those who wish to serve and Save
Will have a new life to Pave
The key will not go to those who are not the One
And stay with him that is not Done
If you want to pass this Way
There is price to Pay
Find the one in your team that feels Abandoned
This poem was hard to accept because I knew it was talking about me. While I was the leader, I thought that the others on my team would just leave me behind if I hurt. I felt that none would care if I were to die. I was in fear of being abandoned. I think that at that point the adventure stopped for me.
There was another long path that we had to go down; once again there were no savage pokemon, only us. There was no excited speculations of what we might find only a few quick glances towards me as I rolled down the path.
We were almost at the next gate, when suddenly, a Golurk and some other pokemon dropped down on us, only they didn't speak, they didn't move forward, they just stared at us with their cold eyes.
They were robots.
Since they were robots they had extra strength, more skill, and better stats than most pokemon, in fact they couldn't even run out of PP. They were horrifying enemies; ones that I hope to never face again. We barely won, and I don't think we could win again.
It was awful, even if I did evolve during the battle, it wasn't worth it. We had almost defeated all of the robo-pokemon, when suddenly; one of them drove its arms right through Ninetales and Cincciono's chests. A reviver seed could have saved them both, but we only had one left. In the end Cincciono forced Ninetales to have it before he died and gave him a stone to give to their child. We found the next gate easily enough and set up camp.
We were going to go back, but Ninetales persuaded us not to saying that Cincciono would have wanted us to. So we did, and read the next gate's poem. Once again there were signals; they were some balloons and butterflies.
Of those who want the key to Pass
Don't find the answer in a Flash
For to pass this door, as painful it may Be
It is for one easy to See
For in order to get pass this door
Whether filled with legends of Lore
You must find the one among you who has lost a loved one
We were all silent as Ninetales slowly stepped up to the gate and pushed it open. When we looked in we saw that it was a room with a chest and a bed. The bed was empty, but the chest was not. Inside of it was a giant key, one that most could not pick up. We definitely couldn't, we left I there and came back here. The reason I am telling you about this is so I can explain my next statement. Our exploration team is disbanded.
Sneasel looked at the paper as he saw it roll away from him, pushed by the wind. He thought about the gates that the exploration team had found. No one would go to the gates, not after hearing this news report. However, Sneasel was able to see one flaw that these robots had that other pokemon didn't. Robot pokemon can't heal. He should be able to just walk to the gates and through them easily, not encountering any pokemon, especially exploration teams.
Sneasel frowned a little, often he had to avoid pokemon towns and dungeons because if a team saw him they'd fight him and try to bring me under arrest for either my eyes or because some child was frightened by me from my claws and had asked a team to take me down. Most of the other sneasels lived in cold desolate places because of this problem. No one in their right mind would live in a place where it was cold year round and would also have a chance of running into a territorial beartic. I was a bit tempted to go there myself a bit honestly, a little because of the lack of town pokemon and a little because most exploration teams try to avoid such places. However, I figured that one of the groups of sneasels would try to destroy me, or a police force would consider me a threat when I went there. It's happened before, and I already have a hard time keeping the police off my backside… I never did like the cold anyways.
It would take a while to gather all the supplies together, and once I did it would be hard to get out of the city if I went through the legal way because of my eyes. Well the police were already suspicious of me and I did have a hard time earning money from a normal job… I wouldn't be able to buy my supplies that's for sure. I also would be going to the perfect hiding place.
Well than it is decided, I would be going against the police force and would be considered a danger to the average pokemon. Criminals would be my friends, and ironically, I would more likely be gathering more friends because a criminal doesn't care for looks, well unless they're kidnappers. I will steal the items I need and then head off through an abandoned dugstrio tunnel. Once out of the city I would head to the gates and plan ahead more there.
It took a while and I had a couple of close calls, but nothing major. In all honesty, stealing the food and gears from the shops was the easiest part of my plan. It may have been that my kin and type were made for sneaking around and doing dark deeds, but it doesn't matter. Finding an old dugstrio tunnel was easy enough, it just took a bit of searching. The hardest part was surviving the dungeons I ran into on the way here. I was almost caught by an exploration team, but another criminal had helped me, and just as I had predicted, he didn't care for my eyes. Once I had finally reached the gates I had almost collapsed out exhaustion. I found a safe place to hide and almost immediately fell asleep.
Clearly my brain works better after I had fully woken up, because instead of gathering some berries to eat for breakfast, I tiredly walked up to the gates and pushed them open without any resulting problems. By the time I had reached where the battle with the robots were, I had woken up and was looking for berries that the no-longer existing exploration team had dropped. There was surprisingly a large amount; I figure that it must be because they had other things on their minds at the time. Anyways, I had stumbled across the Robo-mon, as my mind had decided to call them, and I found they were actually quite simply built. Plans for using the parts I could save were already running through my head.
Shaking my head, I refocused myself on my goal. I stepped into the room and as the explorers had described it, there was a bed and a box. The walls looked weak and could be easily taken down because of the water dripping down from a crack in the ceiling. As I went through plans to get the place fixed up, I walked towards the box. I opened the box and saw the giant key. Seeing the key showed me what the Scolipede had meant by "most will not be able to pick it up". It looked like only those with opposable thumbs would be able to pick the key up, in other words human hands. Luckily I had such paws and could pick it up. It was black and had one straight side and one wavy side. As I did so I blacked out.
When I came to, the words 'You are the chosen one' went through my head. I had no idea what that meant, but it seemed to go along with the poems because they kept on going on about how only the chosen one will be able to use the key. I suppose they meant this giant key, and not the key to get through the gate. How were gates even able to sense emotions anyways? Whatever. It doesn't matter; they are still useful to me all the same.
I climbed into the bed thinking about how my new life would be. "Maybe it won't be as bad as my old life", I thought as I fell to sleep.
Present Time:
I had spent the last five years, after finding the room after the last gate working hard. The first thing I had done was to hire a nameless criminal to fix up the room. I, deciding to copy this pokemon by not giving anyone my name, was called the phantom criminal. The reasoning of this was probably because soon after finding the key, I discovered it had special… properties. Not only would it materialize into my hand at my will, it could also unlock and lock and key. I was able to abuse this, and thus quickly enter and exit in a moment's notice. I would even lock myself in after entering to keep suspicions down. At first I was sloppy and every crime would have me almost caught. I even had to hide myself in the house for a day once. I soon became better, now I can enter a house steal some objects, and depending on their importance, they would never even know that anyone was there.
At first the exploration teams would give me some problems, but then I found a solution. The solution was so simple I was surprised that no one thought of it before. All I had to do was act like a victim of some crime and place in a report of such a problem. When they reached the place where the criminal was supposed to be, there would either be nothing there, or an ambush that would fight them off one by one. I had done this so often that not only were pokemon discouraged to become part of an exploration team, but they had to be at level 20 to actually be in one. Since no pokemon could even get that high of a level without joining a team, only the strong old teams operated. As soon as the leader quit, or died the team would usually disband or fall apart soon after. The best part of the solution was that it was so simple that anyone could do it. Eventually the police made it that pokemon below level 20 could and enter an exploration team, but it was finished. Other than the occasional team nothing was started and nobody became too strong. The best part was that since there was a lack of teams, the police actually went out and made arrest in the dungeons instead of just waiting for a team to so it. Since the police were all made up of the same pokemon and its evolutions, a criminal could easily take the police following them by entering a place were lots of savage fire types lived.
A year or two after I found the room I decided to become a leader of a group of villains. Some would join because the money I could get them, which was easy with my key and sneaking skills, others would join for the protection I offered for those joining the team. Especially since I had just caused the 20 level rule to come into existence. A few, usually the ones that became the strongest, joined because they were bored. With these pokemon I was easily able to make that I wouldn't have to be present for finishing off the exploration teams that still existed and I wouldn't have to pay them as much as I would pay a mercenary. Even the ambushes would work perfectly since I could have some agents see which team was coming and which pokemon would be ideal for fighting them. One time I had let the police come to me without interference. They made the offer to make it that I would not be exposed to the public as a threat in exchange for some information they thought I knew about the Phantom Criminal. I told them false information of course, and lead them on a wild goose chase.
Over all I would say the best thing I did in the five years was that when I surrounded myself with pokemon is that I learned that my ability to perform any move if I studied it long enough abnormal. Extremely abnormal. The only known pokemon that were able to do that were 'Xeno Lucario' and his friends. It was however rumored that legendary pokemon could also do this. It made me briefly wonder if I had known this Lucario in the past, but I pushed it away. If I had been a friend of such a pokemon it would have doubtlessly come to me during my years of traveling from place to place while searching for a place that wouldn't judge me for my eyes. The pokemon had probably been asked to end me anyways.
Okay now I know if I don't say this than there are going to be some people who are going to say "You idiot! Sneasels can't pick up things! They have claws for hands!
The pokedex clearly says that Sneasels have long sharp claws OVER their paws (or hands) for defense and offence.
They're sort of like a Wolverine (the fictional person, not the animal) that can't retract his claws.
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