Weekend At Brendan's
Author Note:
So this story will be essentially a Nuzlocke derived story with seriously different plot twists and points, mostly for intrigue and change but also for serious comedy that should give you the reader some knee slapping moments. I initially had the working title "In Memory of the Fallen" so I'll leave it at that. The story takes a lot longer than a weekend (wink, wink). I hope that my efforts earn me your comments/reviews, and my favorites. I hope to hear from you all!
As with a Nuzlocke there are a few rules
1) Only catch the first pokemon you find in each route that you explore the first time you explore it.
2) If a pokemon faints they die, (ain't no fainting business up in here.
3) all pokemon will have names
4) fudge legendaries with a dirty berry.
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Chapter 1: A Different way to Start
It was the day that Brendan had been dreading, arriving in the town of Littleroot. He hated that his mom and him had to move while his estranged dad worked two towns over as the Petalburg City gym leader. This move was because his mom believed it would be a better environment for the two to relax and get away from Norman, who only cared about work, and French toast.
The movers had settled everything into the house and Brendan quickly set up his room when his mom told him to go exploring around the town. He shrugged and went out into the town, which was rather sparsely populated, so really he just stood there next to the house in disgust at the situation.
Then he heard a whining cry, as if a five-year-old girl was hollering about for her daddy in terror. Brendan strolled out to the fields of route 101 to see what the noise was about. However, when he got there he found a portly professor running around waving his arms like a little girl running being chased by a poochyena. "Ahhhh! Kid grab a poke ball from my bag and kill this thing, quickly! Save me!" the portly prof cried. Brendan strolled over without a care in the world, reached in the bag, and found a poke ball with a green leaf etched into the ball. Brendan threw the ball on the ground, releasing the treecko inside.
"Sup treecko." Brendan said as he reached down and gave the little green Pokémon a dab. "do you got a name?" the treecko shook his head meaning 'no.' "fine I'll call you Mitsuhide." the treecko gave him a thumbs up and the two smiled. Brendan then reached into the bag and found a blank pokedex, which he started registering to himself. He then entered Mitsuhide into his system registry.
"hey kid, I love that you guys are bonding, and you're stealing a pokedex, but can you save me..." the fat man fell over as he finished the sentence and the poochyena began clawing into the man, rending bits of flesh as the man screamed in agony and tried to slap off the angry dog.
"No, I've got to go be a Pokémon master and show up my dad!" Brendan and his new buddy Mitsuhide walked back into town to get some stuff from the house so that they could set off in style.
"Are you kidding me!" the fat man cried as the poochyena continued to maul him in the tall grass of route 101. "Ahhhh!" the poochyena was happy as he continued to claim his evening meal for the beasts of route 101 to share. The man blacked out as the poochyena howled for his friends to come and gain a share of the spoils.
Brendan quickly ran inside his house and told his mom that he was to go off and be a Pokémon master. She sighed and handed him a backpack, with six poke balls and she just asked him to leave before she changed her mind. Brendan gave Mitsuhide a high five as the two realized that they were setting off on a brand new adventure to conquer the world, or subjugate Brendan's dad; either sounded good to the team.
As they returned to route 101 they passed by the spot where Brendan jacked the pokedex and his new buddy Mitsuhide. They spotted a mauled and mutilated corpse. "Oh guess he couldn't fight off the baby pooch." Brendan starred at the mangled remains of the fat prof after the dogs had eaten their fill. As they starred, Mitsuhide went closer to the body and grabbed a stick. The grass pokemon then poked the body with the stick. "Bro I think he's dead." Brendan said to his buddy as the two just observed the dead body. Brendan wondered what the man was doing out in the field by himself anyway, and also why he never bothered to use the pokemon he had with him to save his life. Brendan was puzzled by this man's existence and of course whether or not he had a family.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from the distance. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy where are you." the voice was one of a girl Brendan's age. The voice grew louder with the passing moments and soon Brendan could hear footsteps. Brendan figured he would at least let the person know where to look for the body, in case this dead man was whom she was looking to find.
"Hey girl!" he hollered. "Is this who you are looking for?" the pacing of the steps of the girl changed to a more rapid movement as the girl soon appeared out of the brush and was standing beside Brendan. She was cute but he could tell that she was a bit of a brat.
"Where is my daddy?" she screamed in the boy's ear as she grabbed him by the collar with one hand while the other cocked back to punch Brendan square in the kisser. Brendan quickly pointed to the corpse that Mitsuhide was still poking with a small stick. The girl quickly let go of Brendan and ran to inspect the body. The body was highly mangled making easy recognition of the person's identity hard to ascertain as the poochyena made a good meal of the body. The girl however was not fooled she knew by the giant white lab coat that the fellow was wearing and the brown satchel near the body that this dead man in the field was in fact her father. She instantly fell to her knees in despair and started crying at the demise of daddy dearest. Brendan rubbed his neck, knocking off the pain from the girl's grip. He then looked her over and felt somewhat bad for leaving her father out there defenseless against the hungry poochyena. That thought was disrupted however by the sight of Mitsuhide still poking the corpse.
"Mitsuhide, knock that stuff off!" Brendan commanded to his pal without trying to raise his voice too loudly. The treecko understood and dropped the stick, and gave Brendan a thumbs up to show that he understood. Brendan chuckled at Mitsuhide's demeanor as he found his little buddy to be quite the little troublemaker like himself. However, the chuckled was at the wrong time. The girl heard Brendan's giggle and her despair transformed to rage with the blink of her eyes.
"YOU!" she hollered as she returned to her feet. She pointed furiously with a deep burning rage against the young man. "YOU Killed my DADDY!" Brendan took several steps back with confusion upon his face as he mumbled and fumbled his words trying to offer a calming response that would provide an adequate explanation to the situation at hand. "You killed him!" the accusations continued against the boy. "You stole that treecko which Daddy was going to offer to me as an option for my first pokemon." she then looked back at the corpse of her father again. "And then...You ATE him!" the rage filled her eyes as Brendan continued shaking his hands and head in disagreement as he attempted to offer an explanation; one that the girl couldn't hear, as her ears were deaf with fury. The girl clenched her fists, but then she paused to think rather than simply charging at the frazzled boy. She saw that the kid had a pokemon and that fighting him by herself would be a mismatch. She then remembered her father's bag and quickly reached down and grabbed a pokeball from inside. The ball had a fiery ember mark on it and she instantly knew the beast inside. The girl threw it on the ground. "Go Torchic! Kill both Treecko and that cannibal!"
The torchic was small and yet it possessed a similar anger against the boy and Mitsuhide. The little bird flexed, and mustered up its courage toward the opposing beings. "How could you Treecko? How could you eat the nice professor?"
"My name is Mitsuhide now, and I did no such thing!" the grass pokemon spouted back to the torchic. The torchic refused to listen and proceeded to scratch the grass type. Mitsuhide however was not one to go down to a tiny bird and quickly countered back with a pound attack, which hit the bird critically. The torchic found herself flattened by the attack and thus unable to continue to battle. "We didn't murder him, or eat him. It was the poochyena; can't you see the teeth marks on the man's flesh?" however the words fell on deaf ears as the torchic fainted from the trauma of the beating. The girl who called forth the tiny bird fell to her knees in melancholy as she realized that she could not claim revenge in this moment on the boy.
Brendan noticing the girl sloshed over saw this as the perfect time to get away from the crazy gal drunk with bloodlust. "Mitsuhide let's get out of here!" the two ran off deeper down the route before the girl could collect herself. Soon she looked up to realize that the duo had escaped her clutches and thus had evaded what she believed was due justice upon them for the crimes she believed that they committed against a human.
"I'll get you boy!" she screeched as the boy darted forward down the path. The girl would have followed suit after him but her new pokemon was injured and a funeral had to be arranged for her departed father. She collected herself, marked her spot for her to find again, and returned to the town of Littleroot to get someone to help her move the corpse.
Back on the road, the duo paused to take a breather as the running had left the pair panting for air. "Well Mitsuhide, I think we may become fugitives for the time. That girl seemed convinced we did that to her father. Mitsuhide nodded in agreement. The pair sat down to rest a bit and collect themselves. Then some rustling in the brush near them startled the pair. Mitsuhide took up a fighting stance and Brendan returned to his feet, ready for action. "Get ready bro!"
"Grr!" out of the brush appeared a little zigzagoon. The pair starred the adversary down as they sought to add the creature to their gang. Mitsuhide and Brendan were already on the same wavelength without even Brendan giving the command. Mitsuhide jumped at the zigzagoon and pounded him. The creature groaned from the pain of the incident and then tackled the treecko; however, the attack barely knocked Mitsuhide, as he was superior to the creature in stat power (the total number of all 6 stat categories of a pokemon). Brendan quickly reached into his backpack, pulled out a blank pokeball, and threw it at the creature.
"BONK!" the ball hit the animal on the head and quickly sucked him inside as Brendan sought to claim ownership of the beast. With a few struggles of the ball, it was all over as the ball sealed and the zigzagoon accepted Brendan as his master. and with that very capture Brendan lit up like a lightbulb, because he had an idea as to how to clear his name if the girl filed a police report against him and the people just believed her rather than seeing the evidence of the poochyena being the fat man's folly and not Brendan.
"Mitsuhide, I know how we can fix everything!" the treecko tilted his head at his master as he was curious as to what kind of solution the trainer could offer. "We become the Pokemon League Champion! Even if they blame us, they will have to listen to us if we become the champion. They just have to!" Mitsuhide gave the trainer a thumbs up in agreement, as he was not going to try and rain on the boy's parade of hope. Even if Mitsuhide knew that this all could have been avoided if he and Brendan would have been honorable from the get go and just saved the professor from the dogs rather than just stolen from him and stormed off like a punk. Brendan released the zigzagoon from the ball and dubbed him the name Nagamasa. Brendan explained to the two pokemon that he hated the ideas of keeping his buddies in pokeballs and vowed to keep them in the ball as sparingly as possible. This news delighted Mitsuhide and Nagamasa. Brendan then built a fire and sat by it as he set up his evening camp.
Nagamasa pulled Mitsuhide aside for a chat as Brendan relaxed from the events of the day. "So we're all good from earlier?"
"Of course we are Nagamasa."
"Good. Since we are on the run sort of, we need to be buddies and not holding grudges." the zigzagoon paused, "is what master said true? Are we wanted for murder?"
"No, not yet." Mitsuhide replied. "Only if the girl starts saying we did and the people don't notice the bite marks on dead man's flesh. Either way, I'm with Brendan, and I'll need your help to keep safe and see him cleared of any allegations." Mitsuhide extended his right palm toward the new member of the crew. "Can I count on you, brother?" Nagamasa grabbed hold of the extend hand of fellowship and nodded with a smile as he now felt truly a part of the crew and not just "the new guy."
Meanwhile, back in Littleroot the girl who lost her father was sobbing in agony and anger as she told the story to all the townsfolk about the cannibalistic boy and his treecko. While many doubted the testimony of the girl even after retrieving the body and knowing that the man had in fact been killed, the story was still gaining traction. Moreover, with each telling the girl's anger toward the boy grew stronger. "I'll get you kid!" she said under her breath with rage as she gritted her teeth and began making funeral preparations.