The Serene Hatterene
By: PurpleCobra247
Rated M for adult language, intense violence, minor use of alcohol, and sexual content
(This story is inspired by this beautiful piece of art of Hatterene by Evomanaphy of deviantArt (see the cover). I sure do hope I do it justice for y'all. Enjoy!)
Chapter 1: The Scars of Tribulation
When life deals you a deadly hand of uncertainty, it can really take a turn for the worst in people occasionally. This case happened to one young trainer just starting out his journey into the majestic world of Pokémon. His name is Karthaniel Harrison Davis, a 21 year old Caucasian British man with an excellent reputation of raising the only one type he cares about more than any expert: Steel. Despite that factor, his two beloved parents, Behemoth and Extonia Davis, are more experts towards the Psychic and Fairy types respectively. He's had his disagreements with them every now and then because of how weak he thinks both types are against his steel types, but regardless, they always laughed off their little quarrels and remain the tightly knit family the Galar region would be happy to welcome with open arms.
When it came time to travel to that said region by means of their own family cruise ship, they were determined to become the deadliest team in their history, especially since Karthaniel is an aspiring genius within the fields of science and technology. He could use those smarts to eventually outwit the current Galar region champion, Leon. During the peaceful cruise, Karthaniel and Extonia were practically sun bathing on the deck while the young son had just checked out the Galar pokédex to take a sneak peek at some of the new pokémon. Extonia just couldn't help but watch her smart son with a compassionate smile of a proud mother.
"Studying up on a way to defeat Leon, aren't you?" She asked in a deep female voice as her long brown hair was flowing carelessly in the calm ocean breeze. Karthaniel never gave her eye contact. His left brown eye and his right aquamarine blue eye were really focused on the upcoming task at hand as he spoke.
"Even though I've only heard that he has a Charizard that can do some strange phenomenon called Gigatamaxing, yes." He replied in a handsome deep voice that would make any young woman swoon with lust. "So far, these new creatures are pretty impressive."
"Obviously. Anyone caught your anomalous eyes?"
"This one dragon and steel type called a duraludon. Its rivalry with tyranitar is very fascinating."
"Ugh! Of course, a steel type catches your attention… as usual. Don't you ever give any respect to the other types in this world?"
"We were all psychic experts as a whole until steel was discovered and fairy types a little later on your end. I am fully aware of all of the other types, but nothing is as strong as my steel types."
"And as usual, I'll have to disgree and that's on behalf of your father, the captain, as well."
"Regardless of these occasional disagreements, I still love you both very much. We'll be the most unstoppable family in Galar's history."
"We sure will."
The next six days were as peaceful as the day they first set sail, but by a seemingly quiet night on that sixth day before the start of a new week, a devastating storm rolled in from out of nowhere as they were just ten miles away from Galar. The waves got extremely reckless and Behemoth couldn't maintain control of the massive ship and sounded the alarm to awaken the crew and his small family. After a horrifying hour, the ship capsized and everyone on board were thrown overboard…
…or so it seemed.
At approximately 7:20AM the next morning at mere inches away from the Galar shoreline at the Isle of Armor…
Karthaniel struggled to regain consciousness within an inflatable raft he just so happened to be in. He felt this within the flat palms of his soft, but massive hands as he sat up. He saw that every last piece of his belongings were with him as well, but was shocked to see that his parents nor the rest of the ship's crew were nowhere to be seen. It wasn't the latter he was concerned about, however. As soon as he was about to rush himself up to his feet to frantically search for his parents, he realized that he couldn't move his legs. They felt very numb to the touch and he tried to bend them, but to no avail. Luckily, within his pile of luggage, he found the one odd duffle bag and unpacked a very sturdy and professionally made exoskeleton that he developed himself as he studied Pokémon back in college four years ago. His genius status never went unnoticed at that point and he was mentally proud of himself for having made this device for just such an occasion.
After spending five minutes getting into the exoskeleton, he was finally able to move his incapacitated legs and slowly stand up with his other three massive pieces of luggage in hand. Instead of panicking, he took a look at where he was and just seconds later, a cute and beautiful aspiring gym leader approached him with her curious purple eyes scanning him from head to toe as she spoke.
"Well, hello there." She greeted in a cute voice that would've made Karthaniel smile, but due to his depression about his missing parents kicking in, he only stuggled to pull off a small smile instead. "Welcome to the Isle of Armor. I'm Klara, a soon-to-be awesome Poison-type gym leader. What's your name?"
"Karthaniel Davis." He replied as casually as he could for someone mentally searching for answers right at the very moment. "This is still a part of Galar, isn't it?"
"Yep! This is an island that's home to our most honored Pokémon: Urshifu. Looks like you don't have any pokémon with you. I'll happily give you a super kawaii toxel that I have so many of to start you off right."
"Thanks, but no thanks. The only type I care about is steel. Unless you have a steel-type on your person, I'll have to politely refuse your offer, Miss Klara."
"Humph! You're sounding quite rude and polite all at the same time! It sickens me, but look over there." Karthaniel did so and spotted a few klefki floating around in a one area of tall grass not too far from their location. "There's the steel and fairy type klefki. I can get you one of those instead."
"I do mean strong steel-types."
"Ugh! So stubborn, you are. Klefki's all we got here in the wild here in the Isle of Armor. If you don't like 'em, then you can hightail your rude little tail to that corviknight shuttle at the station and get out of here!"
"Klara!" Called out an elderly male voice that was tender in tone, but harsh towards the young female leader. "That's no way to treat our guest." The old Chinese man approached Karthaniel with a sweet smile and held out a hand towards him as Klara turned away and crossed her arms with annoyance. "Please excuse my student. She's still trying her best to as kindhearted as possible towards new trainers. The name's Mustard. Pleased to meet you, young Davis."
"You already know me?" Karthaniel asked in wonder as he shook hands with the old master.
"Of course. I've sensed you from far away before your arrival on that inflatable raft. Shipwrecked?"
"Apparently so. I somehow survived with all of my things, but my parents are nowhere to be found. I already fear the worst for them. What if they died?"
"There's no need to panic. I'm sure they'll be fine. There is an even 50/50 chance that they survived. Let's make that the silver lining for now, eh?" Mustard pulled off a peaceful smile after that question and Karthaniel took it in with a grain of salt and returned that same grin.
"Thanks, Master Mustard. I truly appreciate it."
"You're very welcome. Now, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with Klara earlier. Did you say that you only appreciate steel-type pokémon?"
"I've been an expert of that type since I was fifteen years old. My parents are psychic and fairy experts. We've had our differences every once in a while, but every time, we laugh them off afterwards."
"I see. Well, it is true that klefki are the only wild steel-types we have around here at the Isle of Armor, but since you won't take one, will you please consider in taking a kubfu for now? Unless you actually do have a pokémon on you and you were just bluffing…"
"I cannot lie. I actually do have a magnezone on me right now, but he's being kept away in my pokéball for now. He hates being out in the middle of the ocean."
"I can't believe it!" Klara exclaimed as she turned back towards the two gentlemen. "You lied this entire time about not having a pokémon?!"
"Like I said, I hated to do that, but I didn't want you to break away from the kindness you showed me."
"Awww, really?" A smile glowed on her face as Karthaniel nodded twice in response. "I guess you are polite after all and hey! A magnezone! Not a bad first pokémon for ya!"
"Indeed." Mustard agreed, then finally noticed. "Hmmm… interesting exoskeleton you've got there upon your legs. Looks like you've been injured."
"Yes, but I don't need any medical attention right now. All I'm looking for now is a place to stay for the night. I'll leave this island tomorrow morning and head to the main Galar region."
"Atta boy! Glad you've decided to stay. Let's get you to the Training Dojo. You can call that your shelter for the night."
"Thank you both so much. I hope you've got something to eat as well."
"We've got all of that and a kitchen sink!" Klara declared proudly as she happily skipped towards the dojo with Karthaniel and Mustard following her at their steady pace. During their peaceful walk, Mustard just had one question to ask the young trainer:
"Are you depressed right at this moment?"
"Severely." Karthaniel replied with all of the guilt his heart could muster. Hearing this made the old master frown. "But, as long as I receive all of this hospitality, I'll be fine."
"Of course, young man. I'll give you everything you'll need to keep you emotionally stable. Besides, since I know you're due to battle another former student of mine, Leon, I'm sure your performance will suffer in your current state. I'll be certain that the rest of Galar will welcome you and your magnezone with open arms tomorrow."
"Thank you very much, Master Mustard." After that was finalized, the three of them finally made it to the dojo to rest up for the night.
Meanwhile, at an unknown facility hidden away in the main Galar region…
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!" Screamed an angry gruff male voice in an office. He was a Caucasian man in his mid-forties, semi-grey hair upon his short haircut and sideburns, and wore a white lab coat fit for the finest doctor. Standing before his desk he was standing behind were two similarly dressed male assistants who were much younger, having one being Asian and the other being African American. "HOW COULD YOU LET HER ESCAPE?!"
"She's is a psychic type, sir." The Asian replied with honesty. "She was probably planning to escape ever since we captured her ten years ago."
"At least, the experiment worked on her beforehand, sir." The African American added with confidence.
"Yes, but now, her powers are upgraded so high that she's gained the power to escape!" The pissed boss replied. "I was ready to make her my slave, but you idiots just can't do anything right!"
"We're trying to pursue her as we speak, sir." The Asian reassured. "We've got all 400 guards on her trail within the facility. She's got nowhere to run."
"Commander Travi! Travi, come in!" A frantic male voice called out from a walkie-talkie attached to the Asian's coat. "We've lost her! I repeat: We've lost visual! She has escaped this building!"
"FIND HER, DAMN IT!" The boss screamed at the very top of his lungs, so the receiver on the other end could hear perfectly. "I WANT HER ALIVE!"
"Yes, sir!" CLICK!
"Humph! 'All 400 guards on her trail', eh? I find that very disappointing." The angry boss crossed his arms in that said emotion, making his two assistants bow their heads with absolute shame.
As for that mysterious escapee, she was revealed to be a hatterene, but with a slightly transformed appearance. She stood at a height of 6 feet and 7 inches without her famous hat and she had the perfect human female figure, glowing black eyes with white pupils, long periwinkle and pink gradient colored hair that stopped at her knees, white skin with small shades of pink in some areas, long slender legs with no visible feet, and she wore a purple dress that stopped just above those 'feet'. She was hiding in a forest that was several miles adjacent to the facility she had just escaped from and looked back at it to see that no guards were following her. Seeing this, she sighed with relief before she casually started walking towards the first town she saw and hoped that, if someone happened to find her, they wouldn't report her back to that prison she was held in for more than a decade.
To be continued...
(Again, a huge shout-out to Evomanaphy for the gorgeous fan art of my girl, hatterene, that inspired this story. I hope you're enjoying it so far and please no flames in your review. Y'all know that routine by now.)