I'm Back!
If you've reached this chapter and are reading the story before 12/29/2022, go back and read from the beginning - I overhauled the previous chapters and replaced the update messages with content.
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Pokémon speech in Pokémon language = "Italicized"
Human Speech = "Regular"
Thoughts/highlighted text = 'thoughts/highlighted text'
Chapter 006 – Romance Want, Romance Get NOT
Bulbasaur was rather pissed off, which was lately being the predominant emotion on his face. Because who wouldn't be when stuck in the rain and at a destination that was not what they paid ¥1470 of stolen money for.
The past few weeks were not fun, seeing as he had been taking well over a dozen bus trips between cities, hoping to make his way to Pallet town. But apparently his luck must have been really bad, seeing as somehow, every bus and bus stop in Kanto had malfunctioning digital bus stop signs and navigation systems, malfunctioning to the point that even the bus drivers didn't know where they were driving to, seeing as they just followed the map directions presented on their Satnav.
And now, after three weeks of traversing almost a fifth of Kanto by bus, he decided to try his luck on the bus to New Bark town, hoping that this wrong sign might actually lead to a bus to Viridian. But surprise, surprise, this bus was actually to New Bark town, and now he was a total of fifteen-hundred yen in stolen money poorer.
And at this point, he was angry enough to start firing solar beams at the first person in his line of sight, when all of a sudden, he heard, no felt, a familiar rumble from the Earth, one that he had the pleasure of knowing for many, many years. Looking up ahead, he was pleased to see the unforgettable force that was the Tauros herd.
And with a gentle trop, the herd came to a stop, the herd leader approaching him, a pleased yet very clearly confused expression on his face.
"Director! Do you know what's going on? Coz the boys are wondering why their delivery kits are missing, and how we all ended up back in the Safari Zone."
"Well, I'm sad to say that I have no clue as to what in the name of Jirachi is going on. And how did you guys find me?" asked the frustrated grass type.
"Umm…I don't quite know Director – we chucked the Garmin's in the trash after we crushed the thirteenth one – we couldn't find any hoof-friendly ones at BestBuy." said the herd leader, a blank expression on his face.
"Amigos! It might be the herd curse!" remarked Dorito the Tauros, the assistant to Herd Leader Jamba the Tauros.
"Jamba? What is Dorito talking about?"
"Well, um…it's a legend that the first herd of Tauros was cursed such that they could never directly reach their destination, with any and all of their descendants as herds attempting to do so ending up in completely different places, though through some impossible means, said herd always has a reason for ending up there that doesn't make any sense until they get there. It is said that not even the Creator knows what path a herd will take, but that only the hoofs know the way, is what the legend speaks of.
Take our case for example. A few weeks ago, we left the Safari zone with the intent to get to Pallet town within two or three days. But several weeks later, we're in New Bark town and we run into you and the only explanation I have is that Dorito is right, and the curse is real. Coz how do you think we ran into you so quickly?"
"So. Because of some fucked up curse that who knows what's the cause of, you guys can never make it directly to Pallet town as a herd. And this so-called curse somehow ensures you end up in places that you are needed, which is your explanation for how you ran into me so quickly. And at this point, even Arceus himself doesn't know where this curse will take you guys next."
"Yep."
…
"Under normal circumstances, I'd say just go in groups of two or three and make you way back to Pallet Town but seeing as there's a lot of weird shit going on, I'm enacting W.I.S.H protocols Section 2.0, Directive #9, strength in numbers."
"But boss, isn't that one made to deal with an army of ghost types in Teletubbies outfits singing the Barbie Girl song while causing large scale supernatural events?" asked Michelangelo the Tauros, the guy who kept their tax records clean for every region on the planet, even Orre and Torren, which Bulbasaur was sure didn't even have an IRS, let alone a stable government with their disasters of nuclear fallout, a desolate wasteland, really fucked up cult wars and more chaos that was not a part of a stable community, let alone a nation.
"Until I have confirmation on what exactly is going on, I'm treating this as a supernatural event still in progress. And I can't believe I'm saying this but let's take a gamble with this whole…curse thing."
"Understood sir",replied thirty voices in unison.
Though with that reply, Derrick the Tauros, the accountant that assisted Michelangelo with filing taxes, asked a rather immediate question, "So…where to now Director?"
"Let's get going to Goldenrod City!" barked out Bulbasaur.
"Sure boss. Now hop on!"
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Several days later, just outside Fuchsia City stood our favorite trio of troublemakers, readying their ever-present Meowth shaped hot air balloon. Though for the first time in a decade, they didn't know what to do. Yes, they could go after their longtime frenemy Pikachu, but seeing as they didn't know where he was, that was easier said than done. On top of that however were the several shocking realizations the trio had come to.
For one, James was twenty-nine while Jessie was thirty-one, even though last they checked, they were both just shy of their fortieth birthdays, which didn't make sense. And on top of that confusion was that they only had four Pokémon on hand, not counting Meowth, that being Jessie's Wobbuffet and Ekans and James's Mime Jr and Koffing, which left them even more puzzled.
Though right now, the trio had two options – A. they went to the Team Rocket base just south of Celadon, or B. attempt to find the twerp. And while there was a possibility that they'd have to fly all the way to Galar, or was it Hoenn (why did the twerp have to constantly be on the move?), which was near impossible on a hot air balloon due to the vast distances and weather present en-route, or they could go to the known locations of all the other twerps and twerpettes, a sensible way to ensure that they didn't miss him somehow.
"Next stop, Pallet town!" spoke Meowth.
"WOBBUFFET!" cried out a familiar psychic type, once again emerging from his Poké ball on Jessie's belt.
"Mime, Mime, Mime!" squeaked another familiar psychic type perched on James's shoulder.
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Under the warming embrace of the Alolan sun, a Litten could be seen sipping what appeared to be an all-organic mango milkshake just outside an unusual looking hut in the middle of a forest. This sight was made more confusing by the fact that an Oranguru was making what appeared to be a batch of pumpkin pastries, judging by the fact that it was looking up a recipe for it in Latin on a MacBook.
And while the Oranguru was slicing up a healthy sized pumpkin, the Litten in turn was internally processing the question as to what in the name of Tapu Koko was going on.
Surely something was amiss, because one doesn't normally wake up in the middle of a crate full of pumpkins while devolved from an Incineroar into a Litten. Add in the fact that he had found Kukui two weeks ago looking a bit younger than he remembered, now with a handlebar mustache of all things, the fire type was very confused. He couldn't find his scent, Ash's, or any of his other teammate's scents on the young Professor or around his home, which was concerning. The worst part was that Prof. Burnet and Lei were missing, their scents too missing from Kukui's presence and his home, which sent alarm bells ringing in his head.
But while he had tracked sleepy-birdbrain's scent near what he remembered to be his hatch-nest, he had lost it just outside Hao'oli, which was really annoying.
At least he had a milkshake to enjoy. And today's dessert was pumpkin pastries!
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Several hours later, Treecko finally awoke, quickly surveying his surroundings. Fortunately, the only other individual nearby was the Riolu that he had hit with a solar beam who was still unconscious. Seeing as it was approaching sundown, he climbed up the nearest tree, which was ripe with Oran berries, a godsend at the moment as he was famished.
Two hours later by Treecko's estimate, the Riolu awoke, swaying on its feet as it looked around, though promptly homing in on his exact location as it looked up. Taking a good look at the now conscious fighting type, Treecko noticed that it was fairly young Pokémon, especially odd given that the Lucario line were not native to Hoenn.
"I sense you. Now come out of the shadows!"
That was odd, felt Treecko. No Pokémon that young should sound that mature, even if it was a Riolu, an inherently mature Pokémon species. Nevertheless, Treecko was intrigued and responded, jumping onto a lower branch.
"This is rather odd, seeing as I expected an older Pokémon, not a pre-evolved Pokémon, especially given your age." spoke the Riolu.
"You're a sharp one aren't you. Though, what brings a Riolu to Hoenn? Got separated from your trainer?" countered Treeko.
"Unfortunately, yes. Just fifteen moons back, I was on a boat with my trainer headed back to Kanto. Suddenly, a mystical light blinded my vision and a found myself awake in these woods the following morning, devolved from a mighty Lucario back to a pup. Would you be willing to help?"
The fighting type's words were eerily reminiscent of what had happened to Treecko two weeks ago. If there was a possibility…
"Describe your trainer's appearance – my comrades can aid in your search if they know who to look for. And describe the events of the day leading to you waking up here as a Riolu."
The Riolu's in depth description of his trainer was really starting to connect the dots in Sceptile's mind, made even more certain by his description of what he was doing that day which was eerily lining up with a report that he had been going over just before he woke up as a Treecko at Professor Birch's lab.
Though just as Riolu was describing the last few minutes before the emanation Pokémon woke up devolved, a sudden cry of shock disrupted their peaceful conversation.
In response, both Pokémon charged up attacks towards the source, which ended up being three flying types sitting on a tree, a Taillow, a Pidove, and a Fletchling, the latter who was the source of the disturbance.
"She didn't kiss him! Why Serena? WHY!" ranted the normal-flying type.
"Identify yourself!" spoke Treecko sharply in response.
Ignoring the grass type, Fletchling continued his rant, "- and yes, usually it's the guy who's supposed to take the initiative, but human males are stupid regarding the fairer sex. But still, why didn't she grab Ash by the collar and snog him senseless? WHY?"
"I said IDENTIFY YOURSELF!, even though I know only one individual who is a hopeless romantic as that." replied Treecko.
"Har-har Sceptile, It's me Talonflame – do I need to remind you about the time Noctowl teleported you and Bayleef into the lake while you two were engaging in what he described as 'a most…energetic discourse"
And as Riolu blinked in confusion, the double-meaning going completely over his head, the three fliers said in sequence.
"Reporting to General Sceptile sir!" spoke the three flying types in sequence.
"You have been acknowledged." replied Treecko. But before Treecko could continue his response, the group was interrupted by a voice from the rustling bushes.
"Agent Corphish reporting for duty Sir!" spoke a drunk Corphish that had emerged from the bushes, one pincer aimed and primed with bubble beam attack while the other clutched a bottle of aged whiskey.
"…You have also been acknowledged."
"Thank Arceus for all the familiar faces. And is the Riolu over there clear?" asked Taillow.
"The 'Riolu over there' can hear you." interjected the fighting type.
"If I'm not mistaken, he might very well be a trainee under Supreme Command."
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Hey kid. What is your trainer's name?" asked Taillow to Riolu.
"Ash Ketchum. Why?"
"See, I'm right."
"Wait, you know of Father?"
"We know him? Kid, he's our trainer." remarked Pidove.
"So you all are more of Father's comrades?"
"Yeah…let me guess, he's one of the Pokémon caught during the blackout period?" asked Taillow.
"Hatched, most likely." answered Corphish, letting out a loud blech with his response.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" asked Riolu to the rest of the Pokémon present, the emanation Pokémon feeling rather left out of the conversation at hand.
"Kid, this is gonna take a while. And you don't even have a trainee ID." muttered Treecko.
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On the outskirts of Fuschia City stood the Misawa Airforce base of the United Kanto-Johto Air Force. For the most part, it was a rather quiet place, seeing just a few flights each week. Though currently, it was anything but quiet.
From a distance, anyone with a keen eye could spot the large twin towers of smoke emanating from the burning ATC towers. And as the denizens of the base attempted to quell the fires, a Unovan based Mitsubishi F-15 on the runway built up speed and took off, swiftly taking to the skies of Kanto. For those on the runway, it was a scheduled flight, one cleared for takeoff just before the twin ATC towers exploded in flames. But unknown to anyone but the pilot was the fact that the jet's transponder was stripped off the plane and left inside the burning structures to be slowly burnt to a crisp.
And as the aircraft reached a cruising altitude of 50,000 ft, the pilot inside was fist pumping, pleased that he had successfully robbed a military base. This flight was made even better by the fact that he could now claim to have flown higher than Totodile. Take that you inferior pilot!
Now, where was Goldenrod City – old Bulby made plans to go to several locations in the event the team had to handle what was possibly a major time-travel crisis (Goldenrod was the nearest one) – he had a gut feeling that something related to time travel was going on and if his girlfriend could time travel when she was but a baby Squirtle then it wasn't exactly a stretch that he could as well.
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Walking into Pewter City the next day, the duo and their Pokémon were aimlessly wandering around, taking in the sights of Pewter City, a place that the duo remembered being nothing more than a modest mining town, not a decent sized city.
Silently pondering this thought, Ash and Misty made their way to the Pokémon center where they would promptly settle down for the night, though Pichu, Charmander, and Pidgeotto, the latter having been transferred over in exchange for Mewtwo's empty Poké ball, were once again simultaneously shedding anime tears and facepalming at the fact that Ash and Misty were snuggled into each other on the same bed, even though they initially fell asleep on the ends of the king size bed (Pichu knew for a fact that there were rooms with two beds at the Pokémon center – either the universe was on his side or Nurse Joy was also in on getting Ash a mate in the form of Misty) and still not admitting their feelings for each other – platonic friends don't snuggle into each other in bed like that and especially don't cup a feel for a fine specimen of female ass while fast asleep.
Oh well, it was looking like he'd soon need Squirtle's help for some odorless and tasteless alcohol – drunk people tended to ramble their subconscious desires, at least in the movies that Pichu remembered watching – Lillie was a sucker for sappy romance movies, and whenever he wasn't on the training roster for the day, he'd watch them with said young teen, giving him plenty of inspiration on how to get Ash a lady. If only he knew where said water type was…
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At that moment, Squirtle promptly sneezed, nearly losing control and barely avoiding a mid-air collision with a commercial passenger plane.
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The next day, the group made their way to the Pewter City Gym without incident, though Pichu blamed this on the fact that Misty woken up before Ash and had kept quiet over the fact that Ash had groping her firm rear all night, not that Ash knew he had been doing that last night, seeing as the raven-haired trainer had slept in. Though at the very least he could confirm that Misty did respond positively toward the groping, indicative by the bright red blush on her face reminiscent of the time Ash had seen her in a performer's costume all those years ago.
But as the group made their way to the Gym, Pichu's thought process switched over to what they might soon be dealing with. Because so far, they had lucked out with Misty remembering the other timeline, but he wasn't exactly sure as to whether that would hold true for Brock. And what exactly was the criteria for remembering the previous timeline? Because as far as he could tell, neither Mama Ketchum, Professor Oak, nor Gary remembered the previous timeline, but all of Team Ketchum did (so far at least), which was rather perplexing.
And as they stood outside the Gym, Pichu crossed his tiny fingers, hoping that Brock remembered them. Because who else in the world would make him fried Oran berry rice balls dipped in ketchup that would somehow never make him fat no matter how many he ate.
Entering the gym, they found themselves staring at a reception area instead of directly at the battlefield, which the group remembered definitely not existing before. Manning said reception was the familiar face of the second child of the Harrison family, Forrest.
"Hi there! Are you guys' challengers?" asked Forrest.
As Ash replied that he was the challenger, Forrest sadly informed them that the gym leader was at the mines and wouldn't accept any challengers until the following day.
Assuming that Brock wasn't at the gym, the group went towards the exit. Though just as they were about to leave the gym, a large dark-blue mass rammed into Ash, startling the four of them. And with Pichu and Charmander both being battle hardened veterans, they immediately had attacks charged and ready to go, though the question as to how effective a below average flamethrower and thunder shock attack against a proper foe was yet to be answered.
But unlike Pichu and Charmander, Ash was laughing out loud, having recognized the aforementioned mass for what it was, more specifically the form of their sap-chugging buddy Heracross, or as the rest of Team Ketchum knew him, the chap who wears a beer cap filled with honey which in turn was connected to a motorized mine cart with at least five barrels of honey twenty-four seven.
Did Heracross have an addiction? Very likely, at least according to Pichu and a good majority of the members of their team.
Was it a problem? Only in the sense that it cost them roughly ¥1,200,000 each year out of the team's annual budget to import Manuka Honey (a unique variant of honey collected from Combee hives found in only a single village on the planet) from Kalos. But according to Director Bulbasaur and CMO (Chief Medical Officer) Bayleef, it was money well spent – Heracross had been leering at the latter ever since he found out about the unique sap that some Meganium could produce, and there was no need to explain the reasoning of the former.
But back to Ash, who was happy at the sight of another one of his Pokémon, suddenly cried out "WOOHOO!" when the voice of everyone's favorite chef asked, "is asking for an ordinary day impossible with you around? Though in this case, I don't even know what to say."
"Brock!" cheered Ash.
"Hi Brock! It's good to see you!" answered Misty with a smile.
"Misty?" stuttered Brock, shocked at how different she looked, different enough to tingle his pretty lady sense, only stopped by the fact that he definitely wasn't attracted to Misty in a romantic way and already knowing the fact that she was already claimed.
…
"Well dang Misty! I know you were a young lady alright but you're real hot!"
"My luck must suck seeing as the only guy amongst our group of friends that recognizes my good looks is the pervert." sighed Misty.
"Hey! I'm not a pervert. I'm just a…connoisseur of the beauty of all women. And don't worry – I don't get handsy with someone else's girl, even if said girl has yet to formally be claimed" responded Brock.
"But…why! Even the pervert recognizes that they are meant to be!" sobbed Charmander.
"Guys? What are you guys talking about? And why don't you already know that Misty is good looking, though is there a word for pretty in a more mature way? That would be a good word to describe her looks" responded Ash, wondering why the duo were ignoring him. And what was up with Charmander's statement.
For a moment, the group was stunned at Ash's response, though Brock sniffled twice before releasing a torrent of tears anime style, all while muttering "there is hope for him" and "he will succeed, I'm there to ensure it or die trying", though only Misty and the Pokémon heard his words.
Ash, the ever-innocent soul, just patted Brock on the back while saying "there, there Brock, there's no need to cry because you miss us."
Pichu facepalmed.
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At a facility hidden off the coast of Kanto, a figure observed several scientists moving about, a hive of activity, all working on a project of some sort, a project that the observer was rather intimately familiar with. However, the sight before said figure was very concerning, seeing as the very facility bustling with researchers and scientists wasn't even supposed to exist, let alone the project being worked upon.
And while there was an urge to raze the place to ashes, the potential consequences from said action were too dangerous to haphazard upon. But at the same time, would inaction lead to even greater consequences?
Until there was a surefire answer as to the repercussions from either course of action, there were other locations to observe, though would those in themselves raise even more questions was yet to be seen.
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After they had filled in Brock on everything they knew so far, the twenty-one-year-old (in this timeline)was pondering the fact that what he had just learned was both very confusing, yet made sense with regards to being a very valid explanation as to how Ash was such a pathetic trainer often throughout their adventures (it was the sad truth) for so long – Brock knew within the first few weeks of travelling with Ash that the young man had the innate potential to succeed, which was proven several times over the years throughout his various gym battles and league matches – Ash did use unconventional and unpredictable strategies that won him many battles, definite proof of what he could achieve.
But for now, Brock would have to watch and wait, learning and understanding how Ash would now both train and battle, the best means by which he could assess what was and would be Ash's current and future capabilities.
Deep down, Brock knew that Ash was meant for greatness, and as a close friend, he would help him in whatever way he could. Though first, he wanted to have a battle and see how Ash would fare when the deck was seriously stacked against him.
"Heck yeah! I haven't battled you in years, and this will be fun!" responded Ash with a smile on his face.
"So Brock, where are you guys going to battle? At the Pokémon center…" asked Misty.
"I know just the place" smirked Brock in response.
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A few minutes later, the group found themselves inside the gym, though the battlefield was massive, much larger than Ash remembered it being, now the size of League grade battlefields that he remembered from the Lumiose Conference, though this one was a mixture of hard bedrock and broken rocks and boulders for the terrain instead of grass and was a rectangular shape. The roof was also open, which when all combined together made it one heck of an impressive battlefield.
Though while processing all this, Ash voiced a rather important question out loud, "So Brock. Are you the Gym leader of the Pewter Gym like before?"
"Technically no. While I am listed as the auxiliary gym leader and can take over temporarily in the event the actual gym leader is unable to perform his or her duties for over three months, the actual gym leader is my dad, Flint. And apparently in this timeline, he never abandoned the family and the longest he'd been away from the gym was roughly three weeks when he and mom went on a holiday to Kalos two years ago. Combined with the fact that my mom is a real-estate agent who works in Vermillion, the family is rather close, seeing as she actually lives at home. All in all, it's pretty great." answered Brock with a sad smile, reminiscing on the differences in his family between the two timelines.
"That sounds nice. So, what are the rules?" asked Ash.
"A one on one where I will use Steelix and you can choose your Pokémon based on that" said Brock as he brought out Steelix, as menacing as ever, just as he remembered from the battle between Brock and Kiawe a few months ago, at least in the previous timeline.
Ash could already see that this would not be an easy battle. Steelix was a powerful Pokémon, and none of his team so far could effectively counter the Steel-Ground type. Butterfree and Pidgeotto were out – neither could currently tank even a single hit from Steelix and had no effective moves.
Pichu was pretty fast on land so far, but thunder shock and quick attack weren't effective against a foe like Steelix. Heracross, while being a capable fighting type, had sadly informed him that his speed in battle was currently lackluster at best, and his fighting type moves lacked the power they once had, a serious weakness if he chose to battle against Steelix.
Charmander could do some effective damage, having finally gotten flamethrower back up to a reasonable level, even if it was a far cry from what he could do as a Charizard, and he did have other recently relearned moves that while not fully remastered, could turn the tide of the battle. Maybe? Decision made; Ash brought out his Pokémon of choice for this battle.
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"Charmander! I choose you!" called out Ash, bringing out his trusty fire type. The remainder of his Pokémon were currently in the stands, alongside Brock's Geodude and Misty's two Pokémon. Brock had even gotten a small tank for Misty's Magikarp so that he too could watch the battle.
Misty, stepping up to the referee podium, called out the battle. "This will be a one vs one battle between Ash Ketchum and Brock Harrison. Each side will use only one Pokémon, and the battle will be over when one side is unable to continue. Ready. Battle BEGIN!"
"Go ahead with the first move Ash" said Brock.
"Your loss Brocko. Charmander, open up with flamethrower."
"Steelix. Dodge it and use bind."
And as Steelix surged forward with a burst of speed, narrowly avoiding the fire type attack and swiftly closing in on Charmander, Ash remembered back to the battle between Turtinator and Steelix and decided to try something a bit risky.
"Charmander. Wait for it." said Ash, knowing that the timing needed to be perfect. And as Steelix was less than twenty feet away from the fire type, Ash went all out on the offensive; "Charmander! Use flamethrower and stop Steelix in his tracks."
And with said timing, the fire type attack scored a direct hit, causing Steelix to retreat back a bit, though it was far from as effective as Ash and Charmander would have liked it to be.
Though in response to that, Brock ordered Steelix to use dig, which Charmander was barely able to dodge, his natural instinct to fly away to dodge failing him due to his current form with his right side taking the brunt of the attack, causing noticeable damage and slowing him down.
Though as Charmander got on his feet and made some distance between himself and Steelix, Brock ordered what he believed to be the finishing move of this battle. "Steelix. Finish this with stone edge."
Ash, knowing that Charmander had only one move that could potentially stop the powerful rock type move, but it wasn't fully mastered. Taking a leap of faith, Ash called out "Charmander! Use mega punch to stop stone edge!"
And as Steelix stuck its tail into the ground, large, jagged, spikes of rock emerged from the Earth, heading straight for Charmander. And as mega punch met stone edge, the explosion of power threw up dust and gravel, obscuring the point of impact, with everyone watching for the outcome of the clash.
But as the dust cleared, a flash of blue light surged from the rubble, blasting it away to reveal a now evolved Charmeleon, a glint in his eyes as he stared at Steelix.
"Charmander! You evolved!"
"I did? Oh, heck yeah baby!"
Whipping out his Pokédex, Ash went to scan the newly evolved Pokémon.
Charmeleon, the flame Pokémon, and the evolved form of Charmander. Charmeleon knocks down opponents with its tail, then defeats them with razor sharp claws. This Charmeleon is male and has the ability Blaze. This Pokémon currently knows the following moves:
- Scratch
- Ember
- Dragon Claw (egg move: unlocked)
- Flamethrower
- Mega Punch
- Slash
- Blast Burn (Primal Charizard form) (Error)
- Dragon Breath (Error)
- Dragon Rage (Error)
- Dragon Rush (Error)
- Dragon Tail (Error)
- Fire Spin (Error)
- Fire Blast (Error)
- Overheat (Error)
- Seismic Toss (Error)
- Steel Wing (Error)
- Wing Attack (Error)
(Error) indicates that the Pokédex is unable to recognize how or why a Pokémon is unable to perform a move, though data available suggests that a move has or had been properly executed at some point. Contact Professor Samuel Oak for more information.
Egg moves are unlocked when a Pokémon either reaches a certain evolutionary stage or is sufficiently both physically and mentally strong enough to use a move, though the latter only applies to certain types.
"Heck yeah Charmeleon! Now use flamethrower!"
And the fire type attack, now much stronger thanks to evolution, scored a direct hit, now doing definite damage!
"Not bad Ash. Not bad. But well, it's only proper that I go all out on you – not using my full power is basically disrespecting you as a trainer and only a fool would underestimate you. I'm not called Brock the Rock for nothing you know." remarked Brock, ripping off his shirt to reveal his keystone.
Snapping it off and clenching it within his fist, Brock continued with what was pretty much his signature catchphrase (at least in his opinion); "Time for…Mega Evolution!"
And with that statement, beads of energy from the keystone met with reciprocating beads from the mega stone on Steelix's forehead, enveloping the Steel-Ground type Pokémon in a golden glow of light, now revealing Mega Steelix!
"Uh oh…" squeaked Pichu.
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My logic for currency in the Pokémon Universe:
Yen = ¥ = currency used in Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn
Dollar = $ = currency used in the Unovan States of America (it's essentially Unova) and Alola.
Euro = € = currency used in Sinnoh, Galar, Kalos
Orre and Torren, well…their currency is bottle caps. (yeah, Orre and Torren are kinda like Fallout 4 in that regards)
