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studioweus · 3 years
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Yoo! What is your favorite Pokemon?👀
gAHHH you know... it took me a while to narrow it down to three - which would be kyogre (very generic sapphire cover model LOL), lapras,
AND MAH BOI SLOWBRO 
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how about you!!
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Chapter 6
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Brock raised an eyebrow. “No need, I appreciated the assistance!” He broke into a grin. “That was pretty impressive, considering the size of that Beedrill. I don’t think I’ve seen you around Pewter, though. What’s your name?”
“I’m Kyle,” Kyle answered.
Brock held out a large hand. “Well, thanks again, Kyle. What brings you to Pewter? Did you come for the Gym challenge?”
Kyle shook the taller man’s hand. “Oh, no, nothing like that. Actually, there’s a, uh, situation down in Pallet Town - I‘m from Pallet Town - we don’t have any electricity, so Mr. Professor Oak sent me…”
“Oh, Oak sent you?” Brock echoed. “You’ll have to tell him I said hi. So you’re here for supplies to Pallet, huh?”
Kyle nodded. “Could you help us out?”
“Sure, absolutely! Onix should be able to carry all of us and then some supplies,” Brock smiled. “When do we leave?”
“As soon as possible.”
Kyle shifted on Onix’s back uncomfortably. Brock had not only elected to bring back boxes’ worth of canned goods, but also to give Kyle’s team a ride on Onix’s back all the way to Pallet. Onix was much faster than foot, even though it had taken all night to get this far. And although Kyle appreciated the gesture, the ride had been about as comfortable as…sitting on a rock.
But Kyle’s mind was elsewhere. What had happened to Gary? For all his worrying, he hadn’t run into Gary at all since the night they left Pallet. And he had jumped at the prospect of the trip, and his own Pokémon. So where was he? Was he okay? Was Rex okay?
Meanwhile, the team sat behind Kyle, being jostled with every bump in the road that Onix passed over. Wunder’s head drooped as he snoozed through a ride that would have greatly entertained him otherwise. Rut was entertained - the view was great when the Peewee Bug Scouts weren’t nipping at her heels. But behind them, Rick stared at the ground.
After a time, Kyle was shaken out of his own thoughts. “Is everything alright, Rick?”
Rick blinked, and then sighed. “Just thinking. What’re you gonna do with us when we get back?”
“Do with you?” Kyle repeated. “Oh…”
Another thing he hadn’t had the time to consider. Wunder would almost definitely fit right into Kyle’s home life, and Rut could probably get used to it as well. But Rick almost definitely wouldn’t be able to adapt.
“I can’t go back to the den,” Rick reasoned, “and I can’t stay with you, Chief. I need something to sink my teeth into. I’m not a family guy.”
He was right. Kyle couldn’t keep Rick if he wanted to return to normal living. It would almost be an insult for the Rattata. “You could live farther north,” Rut broke in. “My mother used to tell me there were dens all over.”
“It’d be the same situation,” Rick replied. “I’d be a stranger to the den, and sooner or later one of them would ask questions.”
“I could give you to Oak,” Kyle offered. “He has assistants all over, and I’m sure one of them would be happy to take a Pokémon with your tenacity.”
A wry smile formed at the corners of Rick’s mouth. “I appreciate the compliment, but research isn’t my thing. But…” Rick thought for a moment. “You could give me to another trainer. Who lives around Pallet?”
“Just Gary.”
“I’ll take Gary.”
“I am not giving you to Gary,” Kyle said without missing a beat. The outburst seemed to wake Wunder up. He yawned as Kyle sternly continued: “Whatever’s going to happen to Rex is not something I want happening to you, Rick.”
“Well, I appreciate your concern, boss, but I’d rather train with this Gary kid than get fat and old at your place, thanks very much,” Rick snapped.
“You can’t mean that,” Rut said.
“I do mean that,” Rick answered, “and by the looks of it, you guys don’t have a better answer.”
Kyle glared at Rick. “We’ll talk about this later. Get some rest.”
Kyle slept the rest of the way, until he was jostled awake once more by the bumpy movement of the Onix below him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and saw they were nearly in Pallet.
Brock and Kyle’s arrival was greeted with much fanfare. Kyle’s neighbors crowded around Onix, seeming to forget about the supplies that Brock was now holding and instead fawning over Kyle, their golden boy, along with Rick, Wunder, and Rut.
Kyle’s mom elbowed her way through the small throng. “Kyle, honey!” She instantly swept him up in an embrace. Rick made a small gagging noise. “I’m so proud!”
Wunder giggled. Kyle grinned. “Thanks, Mom.” Kyle’s mom bent down to look at each of his teammates.
“You got a little hat!” she gushed, to Wunder. Then, to Rut and Rick, “Thank you for keeping my boy safe.” Ruut beamed, while Rick nodded stoically.
“You guys should go see Oak,” his mom went on. “I think he’s in the lab right now.”
“What about the supplies?” Kyle asked.
“We can work that out ourselves. Oak has a message for you, so I wouldn’t waste any time.”
Now that it was morning, the lab looked quite a bit friendlier. A jungle of polished chrome and bookcases led to Oak’s study. Upon entering, a frazzled-looking Oak turned to see who was at the door. “Oh, Kyle! Welcome back, and thank you so much for everything.” He smiled warmly. “Come in, sit down. Would you mind if I take a look at your Pokémon?”
Kyle shook his head. “Hi Professor. Go ahead.”
“Wunder looks older,” Oak remarked, inspecting the Charmander. “You two seem to have been through quite a bit since we last spoke.”
Wunder nodded emphatically, then sneezed. Oak frowned briefly, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it and moved on to Rut. “And your Metapod…?”
“Rut,” Kyle clarified. 
“Rut…seems to me she’s not too far away from evolving. A good Butterfree will take you far no matter what your plans are for later in life.”
“Thank you for the advice, Professor.”
“A Rattata -”
“Rick.”
“- as well, eh? If I’m not mistaken, Gary has one as well.” Rick perked up at this information. Kyle frowned.
“What was it you wanted to see me about, Professor?” Kyle asked.
“Ah, of course. It’s two things, actually,” Oak said, taking a seat opposite Kyle. “First and most importantly, I think I have an idea as to what is happening in Pallet.
“After scouring my extensive collection of papers on Electric-type Pokemon, not to mention exhaustive talks with some of the best minds around,” Oak continued, “I’ve concluded that whatever caused this blackout is not natural in cause. We believe that the strange electrical intereference is being caused by a Pokemon. More specifically, we think the blackouts are the result of a Pokemon that no human has ever seen, or lived to see.“
Kyle’s eyebrows raised. “So where is this Pokémon, and what do we do about it?”
“We’re not sure where it is yet,” Oak replied. “But we have a few potential locations picked out, and we will continue to narrow it down. As for what we do about it, I’m going to need your help again.”
“My help? In…doing whatever to this crazy Pokémon?” Kyle repeated.
“Well, yes.” Oak steepled his fingers and sighed. “Kyle, I hate to ask you to do this for me, but I’m getting a bit old to go journey by myself, and the very knowledge of this Pokémon could be extremely dangerous if I were to let anyone outside of this lab know.”
“Well, what exactly do you need me to do?”
“Ideally, defeat and capture this Pokémon. Our first priority is to return power to Pallet Town, and then we will conduct some tests on this Pokémon. Should we deem it fit to return to the wild, it will be released in short time.”
“…Professor, are you sure it should be me to do it? I mean, wouldn’t Gary be a better choice?”
“That was…the other thing,” Oak sighed again. “I lost contact with Gary recently. He entered Viridian Forest, and then all communications stopped.”
Kyle’s eyebrows shot up. That would explain why he hadn’t seen Gary in Pewter, or run into him at all, for that matter.
“As I feared,” Oak muttered as Kyle relayed this information. “So you see why you’re the only one who can do this for me.” Kyle nodded. “Again, I cannot stress how important it is that this information does not go to anyone you do not trust with your life. There are far too many power-hungry individuals, and organizations like Team Rocket, who would stop at nothing to harness the power of the Pokémon behind this. This is an extremely vital mission, and the risk would ordinarily be too great for me to ask you this…but do you accept?”
Kyle hesitated, pulling his cap down a bit.
“Kyle, you don’t have to,” Rut said. “You should do what makes you happy.”
Rick squirmed. “She’s right, Chief. Honestly, don’t worry about me.” He sounded genuine, not cynical, for once.
Kyle turned back to Oak, and gravely said, “I’ll do it.”
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childofmyth-art · 6 years
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A LeafGreen Myth - Chapter 3: Boulder Badge Obtained
Mild Gore Warning
We met back up with Nicole and the Mankey, whose name I learned was George. His voice was husky and heavily accented, a thick tone that altered his speech but was still understandable.
I quickly explained to them what had happened with Blue, carefully stepping around the moment between John and I, garnering shared looks of confusion between George and Nicole. They hadn’t personally met Blue yet, so it seemed hard for them to understand why someone would do something like this. I just brushed it off in my mounting panic and we raced back to Viridian City to see what kind of hell Blue had wrecked.
The gym was reportedly empty, unfortunately, but I still wanted to scope the area for my own curiosity. After checking out the seemingly leaderless gym, we made our way out of the small city. There was very little else I could do here, so exploring and moving on were the only other options.
We entered the Viridian Forest in hopes of finding a new teammate, with John sticking a little closer to me than before.
I took three steps into the forest when something landed on my head. It scurried down my back, a ghost of a shudder leaving my lips as it invaded my personal space, making me jerk and wiggle at the weird sensation. When it got to the ground, I turned to look at the creature.
A pissed off Weedle stared back at me. It had on black shades. The bug started to walk away but I tossed a Poke ball at it. It must not have expected that, because it seemed to have been captured no problem.
After the catch, I let him out and turned him, avoiding his horn which he was angrily trying to stab me with. He stood as tall as John, maybe an inch taller, with spiky blonde hair and blazing coal colored eyes. He still sported the triangular sunglasses.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?” he questioned, “I don't want to be a fucking pet!"
I just stood and watched him, my face blank at his roused rage. Then he seemed to actually take a second and look at me, dousing his anger and expression mimicking mine. He smiled and placed his hands on his hips, those dark eyes scanning me from the bottom up.
"Well, hello there~" he cooed, smile growing into a smirk.
John quickly stepped between the Weedle boy and me, I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know what was going on. He growled in a low, threatening tone.
"May I know your name?" I asked over John's shoulder, almost as if I hadn't noticed he was there.
"The name's Jack,” he winked, grinning slightly before he turned his gaze toward a rather calloused-looking Bulbasaur, that smile morphing into a sneer as they stared each other down. “Now, would you kindly get the fuck outta my way?"
John's ears flattened against his head and he bared his fangs. "No."
I pulled Nikki and George forward, trying to diminish the growing tension quickly. "These are your teammates, Jack. This is George, Nicole, and Johnathon. I'm Mythica. Welcome to Team Legend."
"What if I don't want to join?" the Beedrill asked, purposefully ignoring the other boy in front of him.
"I could stick you in here until you comply?." I suggested. I held up his Poke ball and eyed him sternly, turning the device so that it faced him at a certain angle.
That seemed to get it through him. Jack stuck up his hands and laughed nervously, his cockiness fading almost instantly.
"Now, now,” he chuckled, “put down the ball. No need to get pushy."
“Good,” I smiled, tucking the ball back onto my belt. "Now, let’s evolve the crap out of you."
The declaration drew a sudden fear from the new member’s eyes, incredulous as he waited for a punchline. His stomach dropped when silence followed, and as if to rub it in more, John’s muffled snickering trailed after him.
It took several battles, an immensely arduous time walking through tall grass and bumping into large trees, and a few stops along the safer paths to heal up before everything went along accordingly.
Jack was standing victoriously on one side, as he tossed aside the torn body of a Caterpie and dusted off his hands.
"That was hella easy," he chuckled, palms dripping with the blood of his recent acquisition. He seemed satisfied.
Suddenly, his body became enveloped in a bright, white light. His eyes widened as he frantically tried to wipe off the glow, comically repeating a mantra of distressed 'fuck's. I could hear John’s snickering in the distance in light of our teammate’s panic.
The glow persisted for about a moment more, before fading slowly until we could see Jack’s visage from where he stood, looking only slightly different than he was earlier. His hair was longer now and slicked back, wearing a plain yellow shirt with large shoulder pads and a tie.
He stopped and looked himself over, or at least tried to, with what looked to be a struggle as he couldn’t stare at one space long enough without groaning and grimacing in annoyance.
He grabbed his face and screamed, "My fucking eyes! Damn light blinded me!"
I chuckled at his overreaction, shaking my head and letting the laughter fade with a soft sigh. "Come on, let's get a move on and find a Pokémon Center."
It wasn’t long before our eccentric new friend regained his eyesight, and soon we were on our way out the forest. It was a bit of struggle along that final stretch, but we managed to make it mostly unscathed. The exit introduced us to another route, and soon enough, the city’s landscape laid bare before us.
We entered Pewter City, the quaint ambience of the area calming me as we head on over to the Pokémon Center. I remembered to restore my Pokémon to their original forms before placing them back inside their Poke balls and coming inside the building. I went ahead and approached the nearest Nurse Joy and asked her to heal up my Pokémon, before leaving again for more training.
On the way back to the forest, I felt something tugging on my foot. I looked down to find a small Caterpie looking up at me. It scaled my body and rubbed against my cheek.
"Well, aren't you cute?" I cooed, smiling softly at the affectionate Pokémon.
Jack walked up and plucked it from my shoulder. "I got this." He said, his hold intended to snap its neck for another easy kill. It struggled to break free of his grip, but he was too strong in his human form to escape from. A whimper escaped from Caterpie, and it tugged at my heartstrings.
Before he could put an end to its life, I captured the squirmy caterpillar and held the Poke ball I used to my chest.
"No, Jack,” I shook my head and gave him a calm look. “She'll be our new friend."
"The fuck!? That was my kill!" I rolled my eyes, his outrage falling on deaf ears, and let the Caterpie out. It looked a bit scared, quivering slightly at the sight of the person who almost ended its life.
“It’s okay,” I muttered, my hands raised to show I meant no harm. It took a little bit of time, and Nicole distracting Jack, before the Caterpie finally calmed down enough for me to explain the transformation. It seemed to understand, and with its agreement, I put my hand on its forehead, enveloping the small figure in light and changing her.
The Caterpie, a female, stood an inch or two shorter than Jack, wearing a big hooded jacket and a green-patterned skirt. She shielded her face with her hood, but I caught a glimpse of red hair and cool, obsidian eyes.
I reached out for her hand and shook it, a firm but gentle pressure that she didn’t seem to mind.
"I'm Mythica,” I said, introducing myself, “those are John, Nicole, George, and Jack. Welcome to Team Legend."
She smiled at me, seemingly having no reaction to her change. A blink, a moment’s pause as she stared at my general direction.
"So wait…” she muttered, “does that mean that I'm… Legendary?" She giggled, finding the thought silly.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Aw, perfect."
The Caterpie girl bowed to me. "My name is Lisette. Nice ta meet'cha." Her voice was strong and sturdy. A bit rough, but it had its own charm. I nodded, giving her a warm smile.
As we walked back to the forest for some more training I overheard Jack when he stormed past.
"Shoulda just let me kill her."
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Lisette’s evolution came around rather swiftly, her appearance changing only mildly when she achieved the form of Metapod. She had a green coat now with a very sheltered hood on, and a green skirt. The hood covered her whole head, all but her eyes and her mouth.
Bug Pokémon were rather easy to evolve, so we didn’t waste any time and trained some more. A victory from a tag-team match resulted in both Jack and Lisette’s simultaneous evolutions. Gone was Lisette's hoodie, replaced by a tight purple shirt, showing off her large bust, and a maneuverable purple skirt. Her hair was the color of orchids and slicked back, flipping up at the ends. Two black streaks ran from her forehead to the back of her head. Large black and white wings protruded from her back and red, bug-like goggles hung from her neck.
Jack, on the other hand, emerged from the light with bigger muscles and a puffed out chest. He had a yellow shirt on with stripes, an  undershirt, and a pair of pants, all of the same black color. A large drill head was strapped to his back and clear bee wings shook behind him. His blond hair had grown even longer and was tied back into a ponytail. Two black bangs hung just at level with his eyes. His black triangle shades sat on the bridge of his nose.
His eyes darted from the ground to the newly evolved Butterfree, gaze roaming the girl’s form as a smirk slowly spread across his features. That look hinted at something, an expression I couldn’t quite discern at the moment.
"You've been hiding that hot bod from me all along?” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly and chuckling lowly. “Damn girl, you're cruel."
Lisette just shrugged and smirked, almost matching his expression but with less intent. "Too bad you can't touch. For now...~"
I shook my head in mild embarrassment and clapped my hands to get their attention. Jack’s eyes trailed over to me, his smirk kept in place as Lisette giggled softly.
"Are we ready for Brock?" I asked, keeping my thoughts together, white orbs upon dark pupils staring up at them questioningly.
George cracked his knuckles, the only noise he made that signified his answer. Nicole flew down from her perch in the trees, her ruffled feathers smoothing down with a shrug. Johnathon stepped up beside me, nudging me gently with a determined look about him. Lisette simply nodded, and Jack seemed the most uproarious of all.
"Fuck yeah! Let's go."
We were ready.
We marched back to the city with a singular goal in mind.
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I thought I was ready, but it turned out that I wasn’t, not one bit. The city wasn’t what it used to be earlier, no, and what we found terrified me. We were too late.
Pokémon all over the city were turned human. I hadn't realized just how quickly Blue could work. He had given everyone the power.
I left the team out and human, no reason not to, and we ran for the gym. I was hoping there was still time, that I could somehow stop all this.
I burst through the door, running toward the center of where I saw figures standing. There, I saw the Gym Leader Brock, and gasped at the revelation in front of me.
The Gym Leader of Pewter City  stood with an extremely fit man in ragged shorts on one side and another man, this one with a crown of rocks on his matted hair and a rock tail swishing behind him, on the other side.
"Brock,” I called out, “you have to change them back, now! Pokemon aren't supposed to be able to do this!" I pleaded with him as much as I could, hoping he would understand.
Brock just glowered at me with his squinted eyes, and already I feel that he wouldn’t be listening to me.
"Hypocrite,” he said. “Aren’t your Pokémon also human? Why should I change mine back?"
“I was born with this power,” I argued, “it is my way. You were given it, and it isn’t your way.”
"Why can we not make it all our way?" he asked, smiling at me. That expression didn’t look serene or peaceful at all, it had something, wanted.
I shook my head, it was no use. I had to challenge him.
I flicked my hand and John rushed forward, ready for the offensive as thick vines sprouted out of his back.
The two rock Pokémon tried to move as fast as they could to avoid getting hit. Unfortunately, John was faster than they were, and in a span of a moment, it was all over. The vine whipped across the room and slashed through the Geodude man's head. There was a second of shock evident in his expression; eyes wide and mouth left ajar as he looked on at his killer. There was a soft, squelching sound that followed the trickle of red blasting from the middle of his face. The muscled body jerked as the liquid coated the lower half of the Pokémon, the upper half sliding clean off his head. He dropped to the ground, blood spouting out of what was left of him, muscles still twitching and tongue lolled out in such an awkward, grotesque position, facing his trainer who was paralyzed in fear.
Another vine cut across the rocky field, cutting through the boulders and passing through the Onix's chest. The powerful-looking Pokémon remained still for a moment, that same gaze of dread present in his eyes. He lurched, groaning in pain as blood spewed out of his mouth, wheezing a desperate breath just before the top half of his body slid off, arms flopping uselessly on either side. His torso and legs fell at opposing directions, tail still rapidly twitching from the shock of its nerves.
In the end, there was no life within them, only carnage which John delivered. He relaxed his stance when he sensed nothing else, sparing only a moment’s glance at the now empty Gym Leader.
John returned to me and Brock stared down at his deceased Pokémon.
"As humans, Pokémon don't faint when they battle…” I muttered, a grim aura shrouding my face as I approached the trembling gym leader. “...they die."
Brock dropped to his knees, hugging his Pokemon against himself, squinted eyes scrunching up as tears began to roll down his face. I stood over him, a cold slate that contained no trace of empathy.
"Do you understand?” I asked. “You take everyone's power back, change back their Pokémon, and wait for me. I'll come back someday, and I will take your power too.”
“Now, my Badge?” I added with a soft sigh, bending slightly toward him with my palm outstretched. “I must not allow Blue to reach the Indigo Plateau.”
Brock nodded and shakily placed the Boulder Badge in my palm. We exchanged no words, I saw misery in his gaze. He would have seen nothing in mine. I clutched the badge firmly in my hand, turned and started walking away with my team trailing closely behind. I pinned it to the inside of my vest and we departed from the building.
Weedle-Beedrill | Male | Jack | Serious | Ability: Shield Dust | Lv.3
Caterpie-Butterfree | Female | Lisette | Relaxed | Ability: Shield Dust | Lv.5
Obtained Boulder Badge
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