In Progress The Retelling of Pokemon Colosseum

[bobandbill]

Rated - PG. Warning - There is a high possibility of a random person possessing a large flamboyant afro.

Well, the forums are back up, and so is my story! I shall be getting this back up to date - thus far, prologue and 10 chapters. Hopefully I'll get some more reviews as well this time around. ;)

I am writing this as after playing through Colosseum (and XD) I felt that there were too many plot gaps in the storyline.

For example, why did Wes destroy the Team Snagem hideout in the first place? Why did Rui just ‘accept’ the fact that Wes was part of Team Snagem in the first place as if it was a minor detail? How come do the NPC’s whom you snag shadow Pokemon off not give a second thought about the loss of their Pokemon? What’s up with Miror B’s hair anyway? And why, oh why do several characters have the inability to change facial expressions???

…

Anyway, I shall attempt to answer at least most of those questions in this retake of the Pokemon Colosseum storyline, as well as trying to make the storyline, well, funnier. This ain't going to be following the game's storyline exactly either, leastways not later one. :) A large part of the story is in the comedy aspect as well.

'Tis my first piece of Pokemon fanfiction, and also this story is on a couple of other places as well.
If you want to know how the story in the game goes in the first place, the setting, etc, you could play the game Pokemon Colosseum - however, it's not necessary to read this, only the odd joke or two may not be as funny.

I have included a brief explanation in a spoiler on what characters and events are included in the chapter and game alike for each chapter, so those who haven't played the game, or can't remember everything, can freshen up their memories.

This is an updated version as well, with (hopefully) less mistakes, and more description, and the occassional extra joke or two as well. And, if there is something in Pokemon Colosseum that stuck you as odd and you want it explained, please tell me, and I'll see what I can think of. :)

That's enough rambling though - onto the story. Here goes.

***
The Retelling of Pokemon Colosseum​

Prologue - Rebellion​

***​

Somewhere in the middle of the vast expanse of the harsh Orre desert, a wild Skarmory was flying back to his nest. He had been hunting for his breakfast, but again was unsuccessful in his never-ending quest for food.​

It was not because this silvery metal-plated bird was no good at looking for food. On the contrary, it was an achievement that he had survived for so long in the barren region. However, the population of wild Pokemon had recently decreased even further below the modest number it normally was, and all due to one newcomer.​

Team Snagem.​

In Skarmory’s humble opinion, all the trouble started when that good-for-nothing stupid man with funny pointy hair coming out from around his nose and eyes showed up near his nest and started building big gray buildings. And then he brought in Pokemon and…​

No, that didn’t bear thinking about. The wild Skarmory tried to think about other things. Like how to impress that female Skarmory near his territory…​

Suddenly the bird spotted something. A small, almost insignificant bright orange object was wandering around below. A glint of triumph could be seen in the eyes of the Skarmory. Circling once, he then suddenly dropped like a stone towards the object, which wasn’t hard for the Steel/Flying type.​

“Skarr!” (You’re mine!)​

With a quick couple of jabs with his glinting beak, he made quick work of the baby Trapinch which had strayed too far from its nest. The Skarmory then scooped up the Trapinch in his mouth and with another cry of ‘Skarr!’ he flew off with renewed energy towards his nest, pausing every so often to retrieve the Trapinch he kept dropping.​

***​

Meanwhile, the previously mentioned man with ‘funny pointy hair’ - otherwise known as Gonzap - was expressing his displeasure at a young teenager inside Team Snagem’s hideout on the second floor.​

Gonzap was an intimidating, muscular man with a large stature and a bald head - but a main distinguishing feature was his extensive pointy moustache, and his long eyebrows that jutted out from his face. Nobody made jokes about that though. Leastways, nobody would have dared when Gonzap was around.​

“So that’s all you could muster? Two Voltorb? First Jacob comes back and brings a Dunsparce of all things, and now this!”​

“Sorry, but that’s all I could find in the house. The trainer must have left a while ago, and those were the only ones there,” replied the teenager. This adolescent was tall and thin, and sported a blue trench coat, and large blue sunglasses that usually rested upon his silver-tinged hair. Long white streaks of white sunscreen were clearly visible below his amber eyes - the teenager was of the opinion that it made him ‘look cool’.​

“But I specifically told you to Snag that Charmander! Or didn’t you know the difference between those two?” sneered Gonzap. The teenager’s Umbreon - a black cat-like creature - started to growl at Gonzap.​

"Umbre!" (Shut up, Mr Moustache Eyebrow man!)​

“Quiet, Umbreon,” said the teenager. Meanwhile Gonzap looked thoughtfully at the Dark-type Pokemon, while twirling his moustache between his fingers.​

“Hmm, on second thoughts, they can be the new Shadows.”​

“Huh - what?”​

“Espeon and Umbreon. They certainly would do better than a couple of Voltorb that probably don’t even know Spark.”​

“But, but…”​

“I expect to see you hand them in to my desk in ten minutes - plenty of time to say farewell,” smirked Gonzap. “You can dispose of the Voltorb, Wes. Unless you want to keep them!”
With that Gonzap laughed, turned and departed heading towards his office for a spot of lunch.​

How could he do this to me? thought Wes. After my years, well, months of service, after all the things I helped them with, he still insults me! True, I don’t snag that much, and I’m not much of a criminal, but now he simply expects me to give up my two and only Pokemon to become Shadow Pokemon? And for who? I don’t even know what they do with Shadow Pokemon!!​

Wes angrily punched a wall, then winched in pain as his hand throbbed. He gazed at Umbreon, and then through the window at his other Pokemon, Espeon, who was outside sitting in one of Team Snagem’s few methods of transport - a motorcycle-looking object that everyone just called a ‘Zoomer’. Team Snagem got it at a bargain price as nobody understood its rather odd infrastructure - it had one wheel and the rest ‘hovered’ with the machine when used. But since it was cheap, and it didn’t break down… well, that’s all that mattered to Team Snagem.​

Then Wes looked at the Voltorb, the Pokemon often mistaken for Pokeballs, only these were more common than that rare item - for the region of Orre, anyway. They looked back with frightened eyes.​

Suddenly Wes smiled. He had an idea.​

***​

Meanwhile, the Skarmory landed in his nest after a long struggle with the surprisingly heavy Trapinch – this one was more plum than the others. Skarmory unceremoniously dropped it into the nest - a rough bundle of sticks put together, and covered by a small spiky bush. The Skarmory didn’t mind though - the sharp thorns in the bush did nothing to his steel hide, and it kept out the majority of intruders. Settling down to eat, Skarmory looked around to make sure that nothing else was to come to try to steal his meal.​

KA-BOOM!​

The Skarmory literally fell out of the nest at the noise, and had to flap hard to avoid hitting the ground. Startled, he flew around several times screeching about the indignantly of being so greatly disturbed before he could eat his meal.​

After he recovered from his shock however, he sighted smoke in the distance.​

Odd, Skarmory thought. He flew in the general direction of the smoke cautiously to investigate.​

***​

Back at the Team Snagem base, things had changed. Wes in a burst of inspiration had decided to give Team Snagem a ‘renovation rescue’ of sorts. Their base had recently acquired a large gaping hole in a wall. Blazing clusters of flames were materializing around the area, and spreading as they licked at the remaining pieces of the section of the building. Alarms went off.​

“Thanks, Voltorb,” said Wes, as he emerged from a hiding place he picked that he figured would protect him from the blast, but they didn’t reply - they had fainted as a result of using Self-destruct to aid Wes.​

Wes quietly stood back by the new gaping hole the building now sported to appreciate the damage he racked up, as a smile steadily widen upon his face. Walls were crumbling before his eyes as they failed to hold up any longer. A small section of the floor above him suddenly gave way and landed near Wes, piling up and forming a heap of rubble.​

Serves them right, thought Wes.​

He quickly grabbed a few items and stuffed them into his bag - a couple of Max Revives here, some full heals there. The Max Revives he gave to the Voltorb.​

“You can leave now,” smiled Wes. The Voltorb didn’t wait around, quickly rolling through a door and off into the distance, glad to escape from the place.​

Wes himself prepared to have a quick getaway to avoid getting caught. Firstly, though, he had something else to do. He quickly ran off towards another room, one which was restricted from most Team Snagem members. Wes ignored the large sign upon the door stating that the penalty for anyone caught in there would be a two hour lecture on basic reading skills - such warnings didn’t seem to apply to him anymore. Another minute of work, and he was ready for his grand exit. Heart pumping, and with a newly-acquired device in his pocket, he made his way back towards the scene of the explosion, and approached the door that led to the way out.​

Then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.​

In one small ruined area of the room, the big Snag machine – made especially to steal Pokemon from other trainers - that Team Snagem used for major operations was in ruins, but the smaller Snag machine - small enough to fit on someone’s arm - was still amazingly enough intact.​

Why not? I might as well take it…give them something else to worry about. Wes picked up the Snag device and placed it upon his arm.​

Just then, Gonzap showed up.​

“WES! What is the meaning of this?!?” he shouted in fury, realising that Wes must have been the cause of the mess.​

Wes smiled. “Let’s just say that I’m leaving, and I’ve left you a farewell present.”​

***​

A strange and glorious scene greeted the Skarmory as he came upon the ruins. Flames were everywhere, people were pouring out of the building and the stupid man with pointy things was chasing a smaller man and a Pokemon, an Umbreon.​

Many others were in the chase, but the younger man kept himself a good distance from the rest. He jumped into a strange object with an Espeon, which then made a large noise and shot off at an incredible speed. The pointy man still kept chasing despite his sudden disadvantage.​

KA-BOOM!​

“SKARRRRRR!”​

The Skarmory shot up faster than he ever had; flying up and away as the flames coming from the explosion scorched his body. Meanwhile, the smaller man was happily waving a black object with a bright red button in the centre of it at the stupid man.​

The Skarmory was very confused by the events - after all, it wasn’t often that a building would suddenly burst into flames - but he knew that if something bad happened to Team Snagem - and it certainly was judging by the reaction of the stupid man - it must be good.​

“Skarr! Skarr!” proclaimed the Skarmory to the world, despite his injuries. Today was a day for celebrating!​

Shoomp!​

Suddenly, the Skarmory experienced a weird sensation - as if he was being sucked into something. He looked below, and with a sinking feeling realised what was happening to him. Struggling but in vain, he submitted to the force, as the flames that scorched his body left himself in no proper state to escape.​

***​

Gonzap grimly picked up the Great Ball and put it in his pocket. He glanced at the base, which was now blazing wildly as people were running out of the building. The second explosion had caused even more widespread damage - short-term repairs would be futile. In the distance, a faint siren was sounding - the police were on their way. Not that anybody would miss such a large explosion - it had surely made a minor earthquake, which had thrown him off his feet when he had been pursuing the dratted boy, and the smoke given off would be a dead giveaway to where the source of the explosion was.​

Very smart, Wes. ​

You’ve destroyed our main Snag machine, and stole the other one. You took our Zoomer. And to boot, you used those explosives we had been planning to use as well to utterly destroy our base. ​

AND half my moustache has burnt off, and I don’t have any eyebrows anymore.​

You’ll pay for this.​

***​

Hope you enjoyed that. Please post your thoughts, and I'll be back with the first chapter!​

And the list for what the characters/events in the chapter are based on:​

Orre - region which the entire game is based in. Mostly desert like, and no wild Pokemon can be caught in the game, probably due to the arid landscape of Orre.
Skarmory - in the opening cut scene in the game, this skarmory is seen. Why remains a mystery to all - a very random appearence in the opening half-a-minute long cut-scene. HOWEVER, Gonzap turns out to have a skarmory - one and the same? In this story, yes.
Wes - main character of the game. Pic of him in the banner in my sig - blue guy. Unlike most main characters in Pokemon games, he is NOT a generic 10 year old that catches legendaries and breaks up criminal syndicates for fun. Instead of a starter Pokemon, such as charmander, or turtwig, he already has in the game an Espeon and an Umbreon.

Gonzap - head honcho of Team Snagem. Very large, and has very long eyebrows and a mosutache that stick out several feet from his face, which makes up for his lack of hair.

Shadow Pokemon - Pokemon turned 'evil'. Not really explained how, but why: to have world domination (obviously). They will feature more as the story goes on, as well as an 'explanation' for them as well.

Explosion - in the opening scene, Wes blows up the base, steals a Snag machine, and runs off. Why is never revealed, although you find out he worked for Team Snagem. Hmm...

(This place needs spoiler tags, seriously...)​

 

[Zora of Termina]

YES.

Man, I LOVED this fic the first time around and your revisions have made it better!! Just... YES. *sits and waits for Tom the Drunk Guy*

 

[bobandbill]

YES.

Man, I LOVED this fic the first time around and your revisions have made it better!! Just... YES. *sits and waits for Tom the Drunk Guy*

Thanks for that. I did try to improve upon what I've done before. It still isn't going to be description happy or anything, but certainly with more of the sort than before.

Tom is popular, isn't he? Well, glad you like my fic, and setting a good example for those readers by reviewing *hint hint*. ;)

A reminder also to look out for the pastries! For those who don't know - in each chapter (bar the prologue), I have, for fun, mentioned a pastry, or pastry-related food. Just something random which I do. Sometimes they are obvious, other times they aren't. So look carefully!

I also shall say that I am part of a secret project that is secret over at Serebii, which secretly involves other writers' characters and my characters as welll... but quiet - it's a secret. :P

So, now for the first chapter.

***
Chapter 1 - A New Beginning
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After driving around the desert for a good twenty minutes, Wes decided to take a break and stop the Zoomer, figuring that he had put enough distance between himself and the remnants of Team Snagem’s base. Former base, Wes thought to himself. Team Snagem’s priorities would have for now shifted from getting him to escaping the police – surely nobody would have missed such a set of explosions.

Wes had a feeling that the criminal activity that was often a frequent occurrence in Orre would soon diminish – but he still had to be careful. Surely Team Snagem wouldn’t forget about him entirely – leastways, Gonzap wouldn’t let the others forget about him.

Wes cautiously tested the brakes, and then slowed the Zoomer as smoothly as he could manage to a halt. It had taken him a while to figure out the controls of the Zoomer, which hadn’t been helped by Espeon and Umbreon trying the chew the controls at the same time. He disembarked tenderly, checking that his footing was steady after such a bumpy ride. After the recent event, Wes felt… free.

Free from Team Snagem. Free from having to sneak around towns to steal Pokemon. Free from the guilt he felt whenever he had to hand in a Pokemon that he knew would end up becoming a Shadow Pokemon. Free from Gonzap’s ugly face. And free from the poor quality food that Team Snagem could muster.

For instance, the sandwiches that were made on Fridays were made with real sand.
Wes’s stomach rumbled at the relief of not having to eat such poor fare. Speaking of which…

“How about some dinner, Espeon, Umbreon?” asked Wes.

“Espi!” (About time you said that!) acknowledged the Psychic Pokemon. The elegant light-purple cat gave a small sniff of distain, as if Wes should have mentioned it earlier. He then yawned, and twitched his forked tail in the air to back up his statement. A small crimson ruby situated in the middle of Espeon’s forehead sparkled in the scorching sunlight, also seemingly in agreement.

“Umbri!” (Bacon for me!) cried Umbreon, in a slightly more enthusiastic manner. The pitch black Pokemon was more silly one than Espeon, and also far more easy-going. His tail was of an ordinary size and shape compared to Espeon’s elegant forked one, and unlike his brother, he didn’t possess any psychic powers – only an immunity to it, being a Dark type. Upon his body were numerous yellow rings, which mysteriously faded out and reappeared again, over and over.

“Ok, then. I guess the Outskirt Stand should be the closest place," Wes replied.

“Umbri! Umbreon!!” (I don’t care where, just get there NOW! I’M HUNGRY!)
“All right, calm down, calm down,” grumbled Wes as they clambered onto the Zoomer again. Wes gunned the odd engine and continued on the same route. As they travelled, irregularly shaped rocks sprung out of the sandy ground as they navigated through them – the region of Orre was for the most part desert, and sported many of these irregular rocks.

“Umbre!” (Are we there yet?) Umbreon asked presently.

“Oh, quieten down,” grumbled Wes. “Anyway - I can see it now.”

Espeon and Umbreon looked into the distance, and were a tad confused at the sight of a dull red train, of all things, standing in the desert. Wes merely grinned at their bewilderment and pulled up by the train. It had been the beginnings of a grand transportation scheme set up for Orre, which fell apart after a few weeks. The only part of the railway system ever created was the train itself, now turned into an inn by the current owner. It presented a rare sight-seeing object for tourists who got lost and found themselves in Orre, an event which occurred every now and then.

By the train there was another vehicle with a large sack clearly visible through the windows. Two men - one had a flame-like colour schemed hair that was spiked up, the other had dark blue hair - were inside, clearly bickering to each other.

“So you’ve done securing that knot, Folly?” asked the blue-hair one. His hair-style was unique, to say the least, and a little odd. He donned an orange jacket over a blue shirt, and some simple gray trousers.

“Yes, I have, Trudly,” responded Folly. He has a blue singlet, and stylish blue glasses - Wes noted that this one seemed to have a slightly better sense of style.

“Good. Let’s go now, we’re in a rush, remember?”

Wes, Espeon and Umbreon observed them enter the vehicle. A long pause followed.

“Umm, Folly? Why aren’t you driving?” asked Trudly.

“I, um, seemed to have misplaced the car keys...”

“WHAT!?!”

Wes quietly laughed to himself. Umbreon and Espeon however were too busy looking with concern at the train. As Wes went to enter it they snuck in close behind his heels.

Inside the train, a large man behind a counter noticed Espeon’s and Umbreon’s cautious looks and laughed merrily.

“Never seen a train in the middle of the desert, have they? Oh, where are my manners? Welcome to the Outskirt Stand. What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.

“Any chance of dinner perhaps?” asked Wes. The large man chuckled again enthusiastically, his warm personality spreading like a blanket.

“Of course! Sit down, sit down. By the way, people call me Kirk.” Kirk promptly pulled a hamburger out of nowhere and two food bowls for Wes’ Pokemon. They promptly forgot their fears and feasted upon their lunches.

Wes took a moment to observe his surroundings before consuming the burger. It was a unique place, with a mini-shop set up by the counter, and a few people sitting around watching the T.V. and chatting about the differing velocities of different Swellows. Nearby a man with bright pink hair was playing a tune repeatedly on a harmonica.

Wes stopped eating to look upon the man. The bright pink hair looked disturbing to say the least. The pink sideburns didn’t help the matter either.

“Oh never mind him,” exclaimed Kirk. “That’s just Pinky.”

“Don’t call me that!” exclaimed the person. “My name is Willie and before you ask, this hair came about from a hairdressing accident…”

Umbreon looked upon the person with a questioning look.

“Someone’s Kecleon freaked out the hairdresser and she spilled this dye in my hair,” Willie explained. “So I guess I’m stuck with it until it fades out - it doesn’t wash out for some stupid reason…”

“Man that’s unlucky, Pinky…” muttered Kirk with a grin. Willie just glared at him and went back to playing the same tune on his harmonica.

***

After a hearty meal, and shortly before Wes was settling down to sleep, Wes saw something on the T.V that caught his eye. He had been watching a boring news investigation about a coffee shop - that was typical of the average television programs only available in Orre.
It was starting to get interesting when one of the reporters, Mary, was ‘assaulted’ by a random old man. He had started shouting about how he couldn’t get coffee and how that was such a tragedy. He wasn’t letting Mary past into the shop to interview the owner and was about to start throwing coffee mugs everywhere, when suddenly the investigation got interrupted.

“We interrupt this, eh, interesting news investigation with a special bulletin. Police has confirmed that the notorious criminal gang Team Snagem has had their base destroyed in an explosion.”

Willie stopped playing his harmonica as everyone clambered around the T.V. Images of the building - or what was left of it - were shown in quick procession.

“Espi…” (Wow... didn’t think we did that much…) Espeon quietly commented to Wes, in awe of the destruction.

“Umbre!” (Ha, it looks cool! Go us!)

“The location of Team Snagem’s hideout was previously unknown but now police have gotten into the act and have made arrests. They are currently interrogating these people. The cause for the explosion is currently unknown. We will now return to our program.”

The T.V program returned to Mary running away from the man who was yelling “WHERE’S MY COFFEEEEE!”

Kirk broke the silence that followed by opening a bottle of champagne. Everyone cheered and proceeded to finish off two bottles under two minutes - it was an event worth celebrating. Wes quietly smiled to himself before joining in the celebrations. It would be harder for Team Snagem to search for him if they were on the back foot.

***

The next morning Wes departed the Outskirt Stand to put more distance between him and Team Snagem’s base for safety’s sake. To his amusement, both Folly and Trudly had seemed to be unsuccessful in their search for the car keys. A soft cough was emitted from behind Wes suddenly - Willie had followed him out.

“Hey, Wes - want to have a battle?”

Wes thought for a moment. He didn’t really like Willie as he wouldn’t stop playing the same annoying tune over and over again on his harmonica. But it would be good practice for Espeon and Umbreon.

“Sure, you’re on."

They quickly stood apart, away from the train and got ready to battle. Silence followed, besides an encouraging shout from Kirk: “Go get him, Pinky!”

“Stop calling me that!” shouted Willie. “Go! Moltres and Mewtwo!” he called as he sent out two Pokemon.

Wes stared. Surely…he didn’t call his two Zigzagoon after Legendary Pokemon.

“Um, ah… oh dear...” muttered Kirk in disbelief, looking on to the two identical brown and white patterned racoons. They stared back at Espeon and Umbreon, with small, black, beady eyes.

Quickly recovering from that oddity, Wes quickly flew into action.

“Espeon, attack with Confusion on, eh, Moltres, and Umbreon, Bite on Mewtwo…”

“Ok, Moltres And Mewtwo, Tackle!”

Right, thought Wes. This will be over soon, as he watched the two Zigzagoon take heavy hits. Espeon only suffered minor damage from a flimsy Tackle, before striking back with an intense stare. The opposing Zigzagoon let out a cry of pain as an intense burst of psychic power hit him. Meanwhile Umbreon evaded one of the Zigzagoon’s Tackle with ease, before counter-attacking with a vicious Bite to the body of the unfortunately-named Zigzagoon.

“Finish off with Return and Secret Power!” commanded Wes. Before Willie could shout at his Zigzagoon to dodge, the Zigzagoon fainted from successive hits from Espeon’s Return, and a powerful zap of electricity from Umbreon’s Secret Power.

“Aw, man…return,” said Willie sadly in defeat as he got his two Zigzagoon to return to his Pokeballs. “You’re pretty good!”

“Yeah, you made quick work of Pinky!” exclaimed Kirk. But Willie was too busy playing the same old tune again to notice.

Nearby, Folly and Trudly were still looking for the keys, as they both scrabbled around in the dust. Suddenly, Trudly give out a shout of delight.

“I found them!”

“Great! Let’s go!” said Folly as they hopped in the vehicle. “Oh, by the way, where were they?”

“Umm, it doesn’t matter,” said Trudly quickly. Folly frowned - he said it a little too quickly.

“No, really, where were they?” he asked.

“Well, they were…” Trudly paused, then in a much smaller voice, “in my pocket.”

“What the…”

A loud onslaught of words flew out of Folly’s mouth. Everyone came outside to look at what the commotion was about.

“You’re telling me that we spent more than AN ENTIRE DAY looking for those keys, when they were…” screamed Folly in frustration, as his words started to disintegrate into unintelligible shouting.

As Trudly drove off while trying to ignore Folly’s shouting, Wes noticed something odd.

The sack in the back seat of the vehicle was moving.

Hmm, that can’t be right, thought Wes. Wes climbed onto the Zoomer, and with a hasty ‘Bye’ to Kirk, he followed the mysterious vehicle.

***

After a while, Wes pulled up against a magnificent-looking town. Water was an evident theme of the town - troughs of water could be seen flowing within the white walls of the town. A large fountain was immediately visible upon Wes’s entrance, placed symbolically in the middle of the town. The architecture was rather astounding, with magnificent pure white buildings arrayed symmetrically around the fountain, and with stones arranged simply yet effectively for the patterned pavement. Towering palm trees dotted the settlement as well, accompanied with various other water features, such as small waterfalls, and a cascading spherical building near the rear of town, spouting the wet substance - probably the town’s well-renowned Colosseum, Wes pondered. It all looked modern and sophisticated - overall the city was a sight to behold, especially for desert-dwellers who didn't see much of water anywhere.

“Umbreon!” (This must be Phenac City by the looks of things!) declared Umbreon.

“Esp…” (Well duh…) Espeon said tiredly, noticing a large sign stating ‘Welcome to Phenac City - the town of water, water and… well, water!’ by the entrance.

“Well, what’s happening here?” Wes murmured as he approached a group of people. Among them was Trudly and Folly.

Sure enough, Folly and Trudly were trying to bring the sack within the city, and were failing in fantastic style. The ‘thing’ in the bag was shaking violently. A lady and an athlete with a Castform looked on worriedly.

“What’s… in there?” she asked nervously.

“Um, ahh…” stammered Folly.

“It’s a, um, a rabid crazy wild Pokemon! Stand back - it’s vicious and needs to be taken to the Pokemon centre now!” claimed Trudly hurriedly.

“Get me out of here!” shouted the thing inside the bag. Wes and the others looked at Trudly and glared.

“Um… it’s so crazy it can… talk?” offered Trudly weakly.

“You’re a kidnapper!” shouted the lady, wariness set upon her face.

Folly winced. “Yeah, well, you never stop us. We’ve got Pokemon ready for battle!”

“Well actually you only have Pokemon, I left mine with…” began Trudly.

“Shut UP!” Folly shouted, anxious to quieten down his inept teammate.

“I’ll take you on!” cried the athlete with a Castform.

“Are you serious? Your Castform against…. TWO Pokemon? You’ll never win!” boasted Folly.

Wes decided to take action, as nobody in the town seemed to register the fact that there was a kidnapping occurring. “I’ll battle,” he said as he signalled to Espeon and Umbreon to get ready.

“Ah…you… will?” Folly asked, sounding amazed. He probably hadn’t had to deal with someone actually accepting a battle before.

“Sure.”

“Well… fine then! Prepare to lose!” said Folly, trying to sound confident. “Go, my Whismur!” He then proceeded to send out two cute-looking pink Pokemon. They were minute in size compared to Espeon and Umbreon, had large adorable ears and didn't look capable of putting up a good fight.

Right… he thinks he can beat me with those? thought Wes. Even the athlete with the Castform looked amused.

***

A mere half-minute later, Folly and Trudly were walking off in defeat. Wes made sure of that, especially after Espeon and Umbreon primed themselves to take out the criminals as well. The athlete got to work on the knot of the sack.

“Huh… this knot is tough to undo…”

Wes frowned. Why bother with untying a knot when you could do it the easy way?

“Umbreon, Bite the rope!” he ordered, as his Pokemon leapt at the bag and bit the rope into pieces. Immediately a girl jumped out of the sack, breathing in large amounts of fresh air. She was small and dainty, with startling blue eyes, and orange hair which held a tinge of red in it. She wore a blue jacket with pink trimming, which covered up a purple shirt, and among this also sported a white skirt and oddly enough, pink Ugg boots. Wes raised an eyebrow, noticing this sort of choice of shoe wear for the desert.

“Now then, are you all right?” asked the woman.

“Yes… I think so,” said the girl, stretching her arms and grimacing in mild pain.

“Good. After being tied up in a sack, you're lucky you didn’t suffer any mild…”

Suddenly the girl smiled awkwardly and shouted “MY NAME’S ROMARIO AND I LIKE CHOCOLATE PIE!”

“…It seems I spoke too soon…” muttered the lady.

“Hey - where did she go?” asked the athlete.

“ZROOM ZROOM!” shouted the confused person, who was aboard Wes’s Zoomer. She then attempted to drive the Zoomer, but looked confused by the various handles and the absence of a steering wheel.

“Don’t touch that!” cried Wes.

Fortunately the girl abruptly fell out of the Zoomer in comical fashion. She lay on the ground and started spinning around and around, smiling idiotically.

“I’m scared,” muttered the athlete. “Being in that bag without much oxygen mustn’t have done much good on her…”

Wes considered this. “I have an idea. Espeon! Use a gentle Confusion on her to get her sanity back! Be careful though…” he warned, before realising how odd his command must had sounded.

Espeon stared into the girl’s eyes, and focused his mind onto hers. After a moment, the girl seemed to calm down.

“Wha… what happened to me?” she asked, seemingly confused as to why she was lying on the ground.

“Oh, good, you’re all right now,” soothed the lady, helping the girl to her feet. “You were being kidnapped by two men, but this young man saved you. You were a bit, well, out of it a moment ago though…”

“Why, what did I do?” she queried.

“Umm… never mind,” said the woman hurriedly. “Anyway, what’s your name?”

“It’s… Rui.”

“Any idea why they kidnapped you?” asked Wes. He wondered why anyone would kidnap this harmless-looking girl. Despite having being just kidnapped and rescued, she seemed remarkably relaxed as well, and oddly happy.

“Well, actually…” began Rui.

***


And that concludes the chapter. And here be the spoiler for the events/characters here and in the game:

Outskirt Stand - Train in the middle of the desert. Very unexplained - it is a shop and rest place for travellers of Orre. Apparently it is popular too.

Folly and Trudly - Two underlings of a character called 'Miror B'. Very stupid in the game, and not the best battlers. Have unique hair-styles (not up to Miror B's standards however) and kidnap the girl Rui in the game. They are also pathetic and have little bravery. I kept them the same in the stgory of comic purposes. :) Feature a fair bit in the game, paticular in a few chapters time.

Kirk - Owner of the Outskirt stand. If he had a name in the game, I don't remember it... Friendly guy who sells you items.

Willie - one of the people in the Outskirt stand, and he is the first trainer battle as well. Has two Zigzagoon, and strange unsettling pink hair. Note that the background music for the Outskirt stand is a harmonica - that borders on enjoyable to near-annoying at times if listerned to for too long.

T.V. report - they feature occassionly in the game, and in this instance, it tells of Team Snagem's loss. Hurrah - you're in the news! However T.V. reports are boring after a while and don't change often. Decided to make it more 'interesting' by referencing the 'coffee man' in R/B/Y/FR/LG, that obstructs you because he didn't have any coffee... :)

Phenac City - despite being in a desert, it has water flowing all over the place. Talk about luxury. A very prettyful town with a large fountain in the middle of the place.

Rui - a 'sidekick' in the game which follows you all over the place and got kidnapped by Folly and Trudly. Features heavily in the game - as she can distingush Shadow Pokemon from normal Pokemon. How is never explained in the game...

Bystanders - two bystanders during the kidnapping that actually react to the event. Everyone else ignores the event... They talk to you at times - one of them always runs around a fountain and claims that it is his 'role' in the city.

Hope you enjoyed that! Might bring the next chapter out tomorrow as well, for afterwards I have a week-long holiday. So something for you to chew on. :)

 

[Dragon_night]

Oops, looks like I forgot to drop by last chapter. Hehehe......

Just finished re-reading the prologue and first chapter. I find it amazing that those jokes are still funny the third time reading :P (haha, rule of thirds <.<)

And dang, I missed the pastry.

Keep it up!

 

[Zora of Termina]

“MY NAME’S ROMARIO AND I LIKE CHOCOLATE PIE!”

...Found the pastry. :D

Yes, you've improved on this chapter as well. I must say, this fic never fails to make me smile. :D

 

[bobandbill]

Oops, looks like I forgot to drop by last chapter. Hehehe......

Just finished re-reading the prologue and first chapter. I find it amazing that those jokes are still funny the third time reading :P (haha, rule of thirds <.<)

And dang, I missed the pastry.

Keep it up!

Well, I am to get people to laugh, so good that my jokes can last a while. :) Cheers for the review.

...Found the pastry. :D

Yes, you've improved on this chapter as well. I must say, this fic never fails to make me smile. :D

Yep, as mentioned, Zora found the pastry. Thanks again as well for the comment, and hope the next chapter will also satisfy you.

Speaking of which - here it is! Then a week-long holiday for me!

***
Chapter 2 - Battles, Shadows, and talk with a mayor​

“…It’s hard to explain. I was in Pyrite town when I was kidnapped. I saw a… peculiar Pokemon. It was chasing Pokemon and then it attacked a person. Then, when I shouted out for help… I was suddenly chased, grabbed and thrown into a sack,” explained Rui, smoothing out her small ruffled jacket. “Hey, did they use an odd Pokemon?”

She saw a peculiar Pokemon that was attacking people? Could she have seen a Shadow Pokemon? pondered Wes. Maybe she got kidnapped because Team Snagem didn’t want her spilling the beans... but those people didn't look like Team Snagem to me... thought Wes grimly to himself.

“You saw a Pokemon attacking people?” questioned the athlete, a puzzled expression on his face. “But why would they kidnap you because of that? And no, they didn’t have any odd Pokemon… just incredibly weak ones.” The athlete snickered at the thought of two Whismur being a threat to people.

“I have no idea what they wanted to kidnap me for. Maybe they didn't want to have people knowing about that Pokemon,” claimed Rui. “But the important thing is that I got rescued.” Rui turned to Wes and beamed at him, while Wes tried to make himself invisible. “Thanks you, my gallant prince!” she exclaimed loudly, making Wes cringe.

“Espeon!” (The girl seems to be embarrassing Wes…) remarked Espeon, observing Wes’s reaction to Rui’s comments.

“Umbre.” (Heh. It seems he has a weak spot.)

“Ah, can you escort me for now, please?” Rui continued suddenly.

Wes was surprised by this question, and the suddenness of it. “Umm, no, I’m busy and have… um, no idea about this city. I don’t know where things are…”

“Only I’m a bit worried, what with being kidnapped and all. Please, Mr…?” Rui pleaded, ignoring Wes’s protests. She then started using the infamous puppy dog look.

“Oh jeez…” muttered Wes to himself, before giving up. “Ok, I will. My name’s Wes, by the way."

“Yay! Thank you!” Rui said with a smile. “I thought you’d say that.”

Wes, Espeon and Umbreon sweat dropped.

“Espi…” (She’s… persuasive,) commented Espeon, scrutinizing the conversation.

“Umbreon.” (This could get interesting,) replied Umbreon

“I know what you can do!” said the lady abruptly, to the relief of Wes. “You should see the mayor. He’ll know what to do!”

“Okay!” said Rui happily. It seemed that she already forgot about her ordeal - she was smiling more then ever before. “Only, I don’t know where it is…”

“Oh it’s…” began the athlete, only Rui had already run off into the distance, singing happily.

“Hurry up Wes!” she called, as she ran into a nearby house.

“Oh dear… she's energetic, isn’t she? Well, you better catch up to her then. I’ll go back to practicing for my race!” said the athlete, who ran off. He started running around the magnificent water fountain in the middle of the town.

“You look like an attractive couple,” smiled the lady, who also seemed to have forgotten the recent kidnapping. She walked off as well; leaving Wes thoroughly confused by the recent events. A kidnapped girl who didn’t seem affected all that much by her ordeal, odd people who had Shadow Pokemon – which the girl saw - and Whismur, and an athlete which seemed to have a liking for running around fountains. Bewildered, he stumbled off to find Rui.

***

When Wes got inside the house, Rui was already talking to the people inside.

“This isn’t the mayor’s house… is it?” asked Rui. “Only I need to talk to him about a kidnapping that was occurring here.”

“Kidnapping? Huh,” replied a woman. “Well, this isn’t the mayor’s house, but… A KIDNAPPING?!? Huh - wait - come back!” she shouted in dismay - Rui had already left the building upon hearing that this was the wrong house.

“Sorry about that,” muttered Wes.

A teenager, seemingly oblivious to the recent occurrences within the house, turned to Wes and started commenting about the lack of anime programs around recently.

“I mean, there’s all these news reports about a person blowing up Team Snagem’s base… it’s not THAT interesting…” he said, as Wes turned to leave.

What a very odd place this is, he thought. And how DARE he think that anime is better than what I did to Team Snagem’s base! …Oh, there’s Rui, he added to himself. Rui had already run off a fair distance, and was approaching a large building in the centre of the town. He ran to catch up to her.

***

Rui burst into the building, with Wes panting shortly behind her. “Is this the mayor’s house?” she asked.

“No. This is the Prestigious And Highly-Esteemed Preparation Training Facility. Or Pre Gym for short,” answered a nearby person, who was standing by the door.

Rui and Wes looked around to observe their surroundings. There was an elevated platform in the middle of the room - it looked like one could battle on it. By the battling arena there was a lift leading to a level below. On their right, there was a control room, and to the left, there was a lesson on Pokemon going on. The teacher was looking frustrated at her students. Espeon and Umbreon trotted off to satisfy their curiosity.
A man clad in a white uniform came up to Wes and Rui and introduced himself.

“Hello. My name’s Justy. Interested in taking part in a Pokemon battle challenge? It’s 4 trainers in a row, 2-2 battles.”

“I WOULD LIKE TO BATTLE!” shouted Rui happily. “But… I have no Pokemon,” she added, suddenly downcast. Her mood swings unsettled Wes somewhat.

“You have no Pokemon?” inquired Wes. “You should get some, if only for protection...”

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” sighed Rui.

“Well,” said Wes to Justy, “I guess I will take part in the challenge. The mayor can wait, Rui,” he told her, having quite enough of running around town after her.

“I guess so,” answered Rui.

“Great!” replied Justy enthusiastically. “When you’re ready, step up to the battle area on the left. I look forward to watching some enthralling battles.” Justy smiled and walked off to a control room situated to the right of the room.

“Okay, Umbreon, Espeon, get ready! ...Where are they?” wondered Wes.

“I’ll get them,” said Rui, as she marched off into the general direction where they went. Wes sighed and followed her.

Meanwhile, Espeon and Umbreon were observing an interesting class in maths.

“Now then,” began the teacher. “Pokemon battles are an important part of life, as that’s all people seem to care about these days. However, if you want to be a good battler, you must be able to do a bit of simple maths.”

Collective groans were made at this speech.

“Now then - we’ve been at this for the last week, and we need to get some progress. Jimmy! Here’s an addition question. If I had two Pokemon, and then got two more Pokemon, how many would I have?”

Jimmy looked rather surprised at being asked a question.

“Umm… you would have some Pokemon.”

“Yes… and no. Look - one, two, three, four. So how many are there?” The teacher drew some circles on the board to resemble Pokemon.

“Let me think..." answered Jimmy. “There are three…and that one.”

“Three and that one,” repeated the teacher with a sigh. “So if I add THAT one to the other three, what will I have?” The teacher went as far to hold up four fingers in front of Jimmy’s face, in a desperate attempt to have him get the answer.

“OH! Um… Some circles.”

“Espeon…” (He’s rivalling the two idiots we saw before in stupidity!)

“Umbre!” (And winning!)

“Ah! There you are!” shouted Rui. She quickly scooped the pair up and handed them to Wes.

“ESPI!” (Put me down!) Espeon cried, surprised that Rui would simply scoop him up like a lost toy.

“Hello!” greeted the teacher. “Don’t worry, those Pokemon were well behaved. And what fine evolved Pokemon they are! Jimmy! What do YOU think of these Pokemon?

“Um… well behaved fine evolved Pokemon?” answered Jimmy, struggling to keep up with the sudden subject change.

“No, that’s what I think. What do you think? Try to have a thought of your own, Jimmy, thinking is so important. What do you think?” explained the lecturer patiently.

“I think...thinking is so important,” replied Jimmy.

The teacher sighed and turned to Wes. “Never mind Jimmy, he’s been at this for years. Hmm, do you have a P*DA?”

Wes frowned. “Yes. I am a trainer, as you can see.” He held his P*DA – Orre’s somewhat less-then-inspiring equivalent of a Pokedex - for the teacher to see.

The teacher gasped upon seeing the P*DA. “You don’t have a Strategy Memo!”

“No, I don’t,” admitted Wes. Personally he thought he could rely upon his own memory and knowledge to know which Pokemon were good against others.

“Tell you what, if you beat the Pre Gym challenge, I will upgrade your P*DA,” offered the tutor.

“Thanks! Well, I better get started then…” Wes walked up the stair nearby up to the battle arena and took the left side of it, with Espeon and Umbreon next to him, prepared for battle.

“I’ll cheer for you Wes!” shouted Rui enthusiastically.

“OK! First challenge is… Botan! You’re up!” shouted Justy from the control room, before pressing a button, summoning a lift next to the battle arena to suddenly appear. Sure enough, a person by the name of Botan walked out of the lift.

“Wes, Wes, beat Botan, if you can’t do it, no-one can!” cheered Rui as Botan took up his position opposite Wes. Everyone sweat dropped at this… behaviour.

***

All in all, the pre-gym challenge was a cinch. Even Jimmy would have beaten it, Wes reflected.

After Botan proclaimed his love for all things green and grass types, he sent out a Sunkern and a Hoppip. Only, when his Pokemon caught sight of the well-trained Espeon and Umbreon, the small pink Hoppip jumped back into Botan’s Poke ball out of fright. Sunkern could not dive into its own Poke ball, being a small, weak pineapple-looking seed Pokemon lacking legs or the ability to jump. Left without any other options, it resorted to waving its leaves as viciously as it could at Espeon. Shortly before Wes even ordered an attack, the Sunkern fainted out of pure fear.

The second battle was against a girl by the name of Liqui, who boasted that nobody liked water types as much as her. Her team was considerably better than Botan’s, consisting of a small blue mouse Pokemon called, Marill and a Surskit. However, the battle lasted after only one attack. Espeon’s powerful Return had struck Marill right into the small water spider, knocking both out instantly.

The third battler was a posh looking boy with the slightly less posh name of Dugo. He had a Trapinch and a Swinub. As soon as the orange Trapinch was sent out, it oddly started dancing. This seemed to help it, as it successfully evaded both Espeon’s Return and Umbreon’s Bite attacks. Meanwhile, Swinub (a small pig-like Pokemon) burrowed through the ground by using Dig, meaning that Wes’s Pokemon could not target it. Unfortunately, instead of attacking Espeon and Umbreon from below, it ended up burrowing underneath and hitting the dancing Trapinch, knocking it out. Swinub then got thumped thanks to a swift Bite by Umbreon, after Espeon helped it with Helping Hand, jumping on top of the pale pink pig Pokemon.

The last battle was a relatively straight-forward one. The final battler, an uppity Lady Gwin, sent out two defensive rock-typed Pokemon - Geodude and Ryhorn. Geodude, an odd-looking head with arm that defied physics and levitated, started off with a moderately-powered Magnitude attack. This however, besides unsettling all in the room, dished out severe damage to its rhino-based partner in Ryhorn, while Espeon and Umbreon held their ground, making the battle easier for Wes. After Ryhorn fainted, Geodude stood no chance against the combined forces of Bite and Confusion, clutching his head as he fainted and stopped floating in the air.

Oddly enough, Lady Gwin after the battle huffed at Wes distastefully.

“My battle style must have been too sophisticated for you.” She struck her nose to the air, and walked off.

Odd comment to make after losing, thought Wes. Meanwhile, Rui ever so causally stuck out her foot, resulting in Lady Gwin having a squashed nose.

“Great work!” smiled Justy, commenting upon the battles. “You beat the Pre Gym Battle Challenge!” He tried to make it sound like a fantastic accomplishment, but both Wes and Rui felt that Justy knew how ‘challenging’ it really was.

“As an award, you win… this WHITE HERB!” Justy handed a small white herb to Wes, with the same level of fake enthusiasm, if not more.

“Ah… thanks…” said Wes, before he stuffed the small object to the depths of his bag, probably never to be seen again.

“I would like you to battle me, Wes. But only when you get a full party of six Pokemon,” Justy continued in a similar fashion.

“Sure. I’ll swing by when that happens,” smiled Wes. On his way out, he got the upgrade for his P*DA from the teacher, who seemed to be using this as an excuse to stay away from her students. Wes didn’t blame her. She even gave Rui a P*DA, even though she wasn’t a Pokemon trainer, let alone have any Pokemon.

***

The moment they walked out of the Pre Gym, Rui started to rush off again into the depths of the white stone city, towards a long allay with various water features - seemingly Phenac city liked to show off its large reservoir of water at every opportunity. Luckily, Wes pulled her up short.

“Stop running off!” he said sternly. “If you want some help from me, you’ll have to stop rushing off into every house. From now on, just follow behind me. OK?”

“Yes…” said Rui, somewhat reluctantly.

“Good,” said Wes, confident that he got the hyperactive Rui under control for now. He started walking towards a house to the left. He had talked to someone upon leaving the Pre Gym, so he knew the location of the mayor’s house. To his frustration though, Rui started walking directly behind him.

“Rui…”

“Yes?” replied Rui innocently.

“Can you please stop walking DIRECTLY behind me?”

“But you said to follow behind you,” answered Rui mischievously.

As Wes went to say something impolite to Rui, he suddenly bumped into a man, who had walked out of the mayor’s house.

“Hey!”

“Oww! Sorry…” apologised Wes, before stopping short. Rui also gave out a gasp of surprise.

The man was a tall skinny person, who didn’t have much of a dress sense. He had long white hair, and unattractive purple clothing, save for a red, skirt-like thing. His eyes were cold and cutting. Overall, he had the appearance of an ugly, poisonous flower.

The man… 'smiled' at Wes.

“You are a travelling trainer?” he asked. He smirked at Wes and Rui’s looks of bewilderment. “I like your expression. Fufufu, I have a feeling we will meet again somewhere.” The man then abruptly walked off.

“Well…” said a bemused Wes. “That was… odd.”

“And… scary,” added Rui.

“Umbreon!” (People in this town are strange, aren’t they?)

“Espeon!” (I agree with you on that one.)

“Well, let’s go in,” encouraged Rui, not one for waiting around.

As they entered, they saw the complete opposite to the man they just encountered. The person seated before them was a fat, short rounded figure, with a brown suit that somehow managed to contain his mass within. This, along with possibly having to talk with his previous visitor, didn’t seem to detract the mayor to welcoming them with a wide smile.

“You must be travellers! Welcome!” greeted the man. He waddled up to Wes and Rui. “I am Es Cade, the mayor of this town. Is anything the problem?

Suddenly Rui stepped up.

“I saw… IT!” she answered.

The mayor looked blankly at Rui.

“Oh… sorry. Well, I saw a peculiar Pokemon, no, that’s not quite right.” Rui was stumbling for words.

“Well, what was peculiar about it?” asked the mayor.

“Well," began Rui hastily, "I was walking around Pyrite Town when I saw two people having a Pokemon battle, and one of them had this Pokemon and it was giving out a black aura, and it was very odd, and then the man told it to use a odd move that sounded something like shadow rush, and I didn't think that was a real move, and then the Pokemon attacked the other Pokemon, and it looked very evil and I said “why does it have a black aura”, but nobody could see the black aura, and the Pokemon attacked someone, and they ran away screaming, oh and I like cake, and it looked like a fighting machine, not a Pokemon and then the man asked me what I saw and I ran away but then I was kidnapped by the man and this other man, and they put me in a bag took me here, and then I was rescued by Wes who had very strong Pokemon, and I’m really scared, and yeah.”

The mayor blinked at Rui. “I think you need to explain that again, slowly, and more clearly… much more clearly…”

Ten minutes of explaining later…

“Well, then. So basically, you saw a scary Pokemon with a black aura? And it attacked people, and some shady characters kidnapped you because you could see it. If that is true, it would be scary. But I do admit I find it hard to believe at face value…"

“But it’s true! MISTER MAYOR! It’s the truth!!” protested Rui rather loudly.

“No, no, I didn’t say I DON’T believe you,” said the mayor hastily, holding his hands up to stop Rui’s outburst. “I’m just saying that it is quite the story… anyway. I will investigate this…”

“Thank you!” gushed Rui.

“Don’t thank me! It’s my job and I cannot allow this. Give me time to investigate and I will get back to you with information on how we are going later! By the way, are you Pokemon trainers?"

Wes nodded.

“Well then, while you’re here, why not go to our Colosseum, and take up a challenge? It’s state of the art, and the pride of our town.”

All right. I already beat the Pre Gym challenge - this can't be much harder, thought Wes.

As Wes and Rui left the building, Wes thought he saw something in the mayor’s face.

A look of contempt? Anger? Hate?

Nah, I probably was just imagining it, thought Wes.

***


Hope you enjoyed that chapter, too. I'll be back after a bit with the others, no doubt. :)
And here is the spoiler on characters and such in the game:

Rui - in the game, after revealing that she can she Shadow Pokemon, she then requests you to take her to the Mayor’s house (never mind you just saved her, and that you don’t know the place, but at least she asks nicely), and follows directly behind you all the time. If you played the game, you’d know just how annoying it gets - especially as she does so for the ENTIRE GAME! Yes, in the game, you’re stuck with her through thick or thin. Even if when you snag loads of Pokemon, and she never gets one. Anyway, her and various issues concerning her shall be addressed in due chapters.

People in house - random people in a house in Phenac City. Your average dim-witted NPC - note that the guy that comments on the T.V. broadcast moans about the such for the entire game. Never mind that it’s all about you saving the world, and that he misses out on his show because of it.

PRE-GYM - short for ‘Preparation Training Faculty’, as a NPC tells you. Looks good - has a mini-multi-environment underground for the NPC’s to train in (desert, forest, grassland, lake and sea rolled into one…) and a small lesson with teacher and students by the side.
Trainers however suck - all four have the same names and Pokemon as in the game. Made the battles more ‘fun’ too.

Jimmy - what do you get when you mix a bland NPC that is one of the students at the Pre-gym, and a comical scene form the great show ‘Blackadder II’ - episode II? (so what if I referenced it- it’s funny, no?)
You get Jimmy.

‘Random-guy-by-mayor’s-house’ - also known as ‘Nascour’ in the game. Doesn’t look very… human, has strange and unsettling dress sense, and what he says in the game (same as what he says in this chapter) is… odd. Hints that he knows who you are then - escapee from Team Snagem - but, that doesn’t fit in the storyline. For this fic, he doesn’t.

Mayor - short happy obese-er-fat mayor called Es Cade. Oh, foreign. He comes from the land of fairies and elves and will do anything to help you.
Ok, the last sentence I made up. He does have happy theme music, and acts more or less as he did in this chapter. Note that Wes is still on edge.

Also note that those who have played the game will remember that the mayor has another minor detail about him. Knowing about it however, will spoil the game AND story for those who have not played the game, or finished it, or forget. I advise not to read the spoiler if you mind about things getting spoiled and such.
If you REALLY want to know:
Mayor is REALLY the head honcho of Cipher

 

[bobandbill]

Well, here's the next chapter then, people. Involving that guy with the hair and the dancing and the Ludicolo and the music!

***
Chapter 3 - A Shadow, Pokeballs and a Lot of Hair​

“What do you mean, no challenges?” asked Wes.

“Sorry, but the current challenge is already underway. I guess you will have to come back later if you want to try the Phenac Colosseum challenge,” answered the receptionist in a matter-of-fact way.

“Odd, isn’t it?” commented Wes to Rui as they walked out, with Espeon and Umbreon following behind. “You’d think the mayor would have remembered that the challenge started a day ago…”

“I guess he just… forgot,” offered Rui as an explanation, admiring the architecture. “It IS a nice stadium though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so…” Wes said, taking one last glance of the interior of the vast Colosseum before they left. It truly was the highlight of the town, with water clinging from the spherical ceiling, threatening to fall upon their heads yet unable to do so. The building was simply staggering in beauty, but Wes wondered how much money could have been saved on other parts of Orre, which from what he had seen was struggling in retrospect. Wes then squinted is eyes as they stepped outside, the sun blazing in his face all too brightly.

“So, what do we have here?” a sinister voice…voiced, bring Wes out from his musings.

“Hey, Wes!” another cried. “We found you, you filthy, double-crossing traitor! You wrecked Team Snagem’s base, and stole the Snag machine as well? You have some nerve!”

Wes frowned as his eyes adjusted to the light and he realised what the sources of the voices were - they belonged to one of a few Team Snagem members.

They stuck out like a sore thumb to Wes - wearing the same attire as each other. Match jet-black jeans and gloves, a dark-red jacket, and even the same kind of odd hairstyle - a ring of hair at the back of their heads was all that remained from the free haircut that Team Snagem offered to knew members. Wes had declined this sort of outfit, choosing to stick with his appearance, not being a fan of Gonzap’s choice of uniform. Gonzap wasn’t a fan of Wes’s sense of fashion - Wes liked to think that he didn’t appreciate it.

“Who are they?” asked an oblivious Rui, failing to notice the words ‘We’re Team Snagem!’ stitched upon their jackets, or their menacing tone of voice. Espeon rolled his eyes - even he, Umbreon and Wes knew that Orre wasn’t free from the rough type, despite only being in the Orre region for close to a year now. Rui had a lot to learn.

“Er, don’t you know?” asked one, confused. “We’re Team Snagem!”

“Team Snagem? Arrgh!!!” screamed Rui. She then proceeded to kick the nearest one in the shin.

“Arrgh! What was that for?” asked the criminal member, grabbing his leg in anguish. He was clearly not used to having people stand up for themselves.

“For kidnapping me!” cried Rui.

“Kidnap you?” asked the confused member. “Pttf. Why would we waste our time kidnapping some nobody? No, our beef is with Wes.”

“Umbre…” (Mmm… beef.) Espeon rolled his eyes at his partner’s comments. Meanwhile, Rui finally started to realize something.

“And what do you mean by traitor…” She turned to Wes. “Wes, you mean…”

“Yep! He was from Team Snagem! Not only that - he was a Snagger! He was snagging Pokemon without fail! Well, with some ‘fails’ here and there, but he was one of the better ones!”

Rui looked astounded, and seemingly without the ability to speak. She shortly gathered herself though and regained that capability.

“IS THIS TRUE!?!” she demanded, glaring at Wes.

“Umm… yes?” answered a nervous Wes. Rui’s face at this answer made him wince - it was a mixture of anger and sadness rolled into one.

“Well, well, look what you did now, Wes, breaking people’s hearts,” the first member sneered. “I’d love to stay and chat, but we need to get going. Give us the Snag machine now!”

“What’s a Snag machine?” asked Rui, seemingly on auto-pilot now.

“Oh, a Snag machine is that mechanical contraption on Wes’s arm,” said one of the Team Snagem members. Wes wondered why Rui hadn’t noticed the snag machine in the first place. It was clearly situated on his arm, and was blatantly obvious. Then again, she probably hadn’t been paying attention. And she had been running off in every direction. Orre was filled with oddities, and several residents of Orre had stranger things than a machine on their arm. No wonder she didn’t mention it - see probably knew that much about Orre.

“... It converts Pokéballs into Snag balls, which overrides trainer possession of the Pokemon, and thus allows it to be stolen…” continued the Team Snagem member.

“Shut up!” warned another.

“Oops.”

“Enough talk! We’ll take it by force!” shouted the first Team Snagem member. “Get him - Corphish and a Koffing!” Hurling two Pokemon at Wes and Rui’s feet, two forms materialised - a small orange but determined-looking crab-like Pokemon, and a round purple Pokemon that floated and had a typical ‘skull and cross-bones’ sign below its face that the Koffing species displayed. Gasses emitted from various crater-like bumps on the Pokemon.

Wes smirked upon noticing the poison-typed Pokemon in Koffing. “Espeon! Use Confusion on Koffing!”

“Espi!” (This is going to be fun!) Espeon said, looking sadistically excited. As Espeon applied his psychic powers on the Koffing, it began shivering violently.

“Koffing!” (What’s he doing to me?!?)

All at once, the Koffing started expanding.

“What the…” said the Snagem member, taking a tentative step back. The others decided to do the same, worriedly looking at the Koffing, now several times its previous size.

Then the Koffing exploded.

All the Team Snagem members were sent flying several metres down the stairway leading to the Colosseum. Their outfits were covered in black sludge, and the Corphish had fainted from the shock. Wes and Rui however had been protected - Espeon had thrown up a barrier of light with his Reflect attack, saving them from Koffing’s involuntary explosion.

“Blast you! Don’t think this is over! We’ll get the machine!” shouted one of the Team Snagem members, before they limped off into the distance. Watching them leave, Rui then turned to Wes.

“What do you know, Wes. You’re from Team Snagem,” said Rui. “That’s ok.”

“It is?” replied Wes, surprised.

“NO! WHY DIDN”T YOU TELL ME?” shouted Rui, once again in a sudden rage.

“Esp.” (Oh dear.)

“HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN A SNAGGER?!? DIDN’T YOU STOP TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO THOSE POKEMON?”

“Umbreon.” (She has a good Screech attack, doesn’t she?) Umbreon remarked to Espeon quietly.

“That’s why I quit! Well, partly, anyway. Besides, I can’t be all that bad - I did rescue you…” countered Wes, half-cowering from Rui’s attack.

“Well… I’ll give you that,” admitted Rui, who began pacing back and forth, “But still… for all I know, you could be stealing Pokemon for yourself!”

“Come on, Rui. Give me a chance. I’ve changed my ways, and all I want is a fresh sta- WATCH OUT RUI!”

However it was too late - Rui, while interrogating Wes, didn’t notice that she walked close to the flight of stairs nearby.

Too close.

Wes, Espeon and Umbreon observed Rui bounce down stair after stair until she came to a stop at the bottom. Startled, Wes ran down to her.

“Umbre…” (Ouch.)

Rui groaned and looked to Wes, looking a bit confused at first before her thoughts gathered.

“I’m...all right.”

Wes breathed a sigh of relief.

“By the way? It’s ok, Wes.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter to me who you are. After all, you’re my gallant price who rescued me…”

“Ok then…” She probably changed her mind after taking a bump down the stairs, thought Wes.

“Let’s go rest at the Pokemon Centre. Here, I’ll help you,” Wes offered, taking her hand and pulling her up gingerly to her feet.

As Wes and Rui walked off, Umbreon gave Espeon a glance.

“Umbreon?” (You didn’t have anything to do with Rui’s sudden acceptance about Wes’s past, did you?)

“Espi…” (Well…)

***

“All your Pokemon are healed to perfect health. And your friend, besides a few bruises, is going to be all right.”

“Thanks, Nurse Joy,” acknowledged Wes. He was a bit bewildered about being in a Pokemon Centre again. He hadn’t entered one for years, and he couldn’t help but wonder why everything was so strange.
What with each ‘Nurse Joy’ looking exactly like the other, and one popping up every minute to spoil Espeon and Umbreon non-stop. Not that they minded much. Espeon constantly gave a look whenever one of the nurses had to pause and stop petting him, while Umbreon simply walked up to every nurse that entered the room.

And then there were the people who seemed to live inside the centre. There was an old man that earnestly kept telling Wes that he could use the PC for storing his Pokemon.
And then there was a girl who asked every person whether they were Pokemon trainers or not. She even asked a bemused Justy, who had entered the Pokemon Centre to pick up some Pokemon. It was obvious, though Wes, that the best trainer in town, picking up Pokemon, WAS a Pokemon trainer.

There was also a kid, who seemed obsessed with the 3-D holographic map of Phenac City displaying from a table. What disturbed Wes was that he was seemingly to be drooling over it, muttering senseless technical terms.

Wes sat down next to Rui. ‘Rui… something is rather odd about this…whole thing,” he began.

“What is it?”

“Well, firstly… didn’t you think it odd that those Team Snagem members didn’t know anything about your kidnapping? And those people who did kidnap you… well, they didn’t look like Team Snagem. For one, they weren’t wearing the generic ‘I’m-from-Team-Snagem!’ uniform.”

“Yes…” mused Rui. “That is… odd. But then who kidnapped me?”

“I’m not sure… maybe those people somehow got possession of a Shadow Pokemon, and didn’t want you spilling the beans.”

“That’s an idea… that poor Shadow Pokemon…” added Rui to herself. “I mean it looked so… unlike a Pokemon should. Really angry.”

“Which reminds me - what do you mean by seeing a black aura? I never saw any aura around a Shadow Pokemon. In fact, nobody I know who worked at Team Snagem could distinguish Shadow Pokemon from normal Pokemon easily.”

‘I honestly don’t know. I guess nobody else could see it… but I’ve seen loads of Pokemon before, so I was pretty spooked when I saw the aura around it. Besides, I came up with an idea,” smiled Rui.

“Ok… what’s that?” Wes asked, raising his eyebrows.

“We get ourselves some Pokéballs, and then steal back that Shadow Pokemon with them!”

“Um… Rui, remember, you bumped your head on the stairs. Your ‘great idea’ may need some reconsideration…”

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” Rui asked, somewhat disappointed.

“Firstly, that Shadow Pokemon could be anywhere. Secondly, its unlikely Trudly and Folly will show up again so we can find it. And thirdly - where will we get Pokéballs? None are kept anywhere I know in Orre as there’s rarely any wild Pokemon anyway, and Team Snagem imported them illegally from Kanto, as far as I know.”

Rui blinked. “Well… it’s still a good idea,” she answered adamantly.

Wes sighed. “Ok, whatever. I’ll help you, but I don’t think we’ll get far. Where do you propose we go looking for Pokéballs?”

Rui smiled. “Let’s go SHOPPING!

***

“No Pokéballs?” repeated an anguished Rui.

“Sorry, but we haven’t had any in the last few years - there’s been no need for them,” answered a young shop assistant.

“Well, where can we get some?”

“Umm, try Silph Co. It’s only in Kanto,” said the inexperienced and dumb assistant. At this, the assistant received a slap to the face, as Rui marched out, having expressed her annoyance at the shop assistant. Wes came after her, carrying large boxes.

“Did we REALLY have to buy all these clothes…?” Wes grumbled to himself. “And don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

“Psst!” said a random old man to Rui as she walked by, ignoring Wes’s point. “They may have some Pokéballs in the Outskirt Stand…” he offered, before tapping his nose exaggeratedly and abruptly walking into the PokeMart.

“Huh… um, thanks?” said Rui, to thin air.

Wes merely shrugged. “He acted the same way when I asked him where the Mayor’s house was.”

***

After Rui deposited her newly-acquired clothes from the PokeMart to her home PC and a bumpy ride on the Zoomer later, they arrived at the Outskirt Stand. A worried-looking Willie greeted Wes as they debarked the loud machine.

“Oh, I was worried about you…”

“Why?” asked Wes, surprised that the pink-haired person would have worried about him.

“Well, recently some tough looking characters with a Koffing came asking around about you. And it looked like they were from Team Snagem… hey, who’s the chick?”

“Excuse me!” exclaimed Rui. “And… why is your hair…”

“I’ll explain later,” said Wes hastily, as he dragged Rui into the train, ignoring Willie’s cries of wait - after all, he already had dealt with these Team Snagem people, if they had a Koffing with them. Still, he’d have to be on his guard so that the same thing didn’t happen again.

“Hello there, Wes! Brought a stranger?” asked Kirk as they entered the train.

“That’s right.”

Rui smiled. “My name’s Rui, sir,” she told him.

“Well, what can I do for you today?” Kirk asked warmly.

“Well, sir… we heard you may have some Pokéballs…”

“Pokéballs? There’s been no call for these things around these parts for ages… where’d I put them?” he mumbled as he walked off to look in the storage. Immediately, he came back with a whole box full of them.

“Here they are! They are a bit dusty, but they should work fine.” Kirk blew the dust off the red and white orbs into Wes and Rui faces, causing a mass coughing fit.

“Umm...sorry. I’ll give you some for free for that. How about five?” offered an apologetic Kirk.

“Thanks... I think I’ll buy another ten, for safety’s sake,” Wes decided.

With a significantly heavier bag full of Pokéballs, and a considerably lighter wallet, Rui and Wes made their way back to Phenac City for lunch.

***

Outside the mayor’s house, an old lady stood, observing the happenings in the city. She was well known for being a gossip, and spent most of her time spying upon others.

Recently, she had turned her attention to the mayor’s house. Something interesting was happening - she could tell. She had the same feeling she was having now before. The last time that happened, it turned out Jed’s overcooked apple pie HAD been the source of the burning smell that had caused a mass evacuation of Phenac City.

But what was up? The old veteran was thoroughly perplexed by the recent events around the Mayor’s house. First, that man (if he deserved such a title, he looked more like an alien with bad dress sense) showed up in the Mayor’s house, and then the young man and that girl went in too… it was all very odd.

Then the lady had observed an explosion of sorts from near the Colosseum during a confrontation between that same boy and girl and a group of other people. After that, three people looking remarkably like Team Snagem members had ran past, looking the worse for wear and covered in black goo. Then the girl fell down the stairs without warning… all very peculiar. And then there was the gossip going on about a girl being saved from a kidnapping, one of the many stories springing about every since news about Team Snagem’s hit on their base reached the media. There was a smell of change in the air, what with the reputed criminal gang suffering badly - and as a result that was all that was being talked about on Orre’s TV stations.

The senior sighed. Whatever it was, she sensed it wasn’t good, and probably won’t go away as easily as Jed’s apple pie did. Not that anyone else in town seemed to notice much, if at all. Recently she heard a man discussing that he ‘heard that a scuffle was going on at the town’s entrance’, but that he ‘couldn’t be bothered to find out what happened’…

That man is as naive as a Slakoth at times, deliberated the old woman to herself. I bet he didn’t notice the explosion either… then again, he wouldn’t even know the time of day. Either way… kidnappings and explosions don’t seem right when Team Snagem should have by all rights gone on the back foot. Something else is up.
Suddenly, the lady saw a strange shadow upon the ground; bringing her back to the present. It looked like a large circular object… with a head attached to it.

Shakily, she turned around, to face… IT.

The ‘IT’ in question gave a dazzling smile.

“Hello madam! Is this the mayor’s house?” ‘IT’ asked.

Unfortunately, it received no answer - the old lady had fainted in shock.

“Umm… Sorry?”

***

As Wes and Rui entered Phenac City, their attention was grabbed by the lady who was with them during Rui’s kidnapping’

“Oh! It’s you two! Something terrible is happening!” she said, panting as she ran to them, looking flustered and flurried. “Some scary looking men came here - including the two people who kidnapped you!”

Rui instantly tensed up at this news, remembering back to her ordeal. Wes silently smiled - maybe she hadn’t been so dismissive about the whole issue then, covering it up by being happy. Or her bump during her fall down the stairs knocked some sense into her.

“Where did they go?” asked Wes.

“Towards the mayor’s house, I think. Maybe the Mayor is in trouble!” answered the lady.

At this Wes nodded. “Ok, I’m going to see what’s going on. Rui, you stay in the Pokemon centre till I come back.”

“No! I mean… I’m going with you,” said Rui.

“What?” Wes asked, surprised.

“I’m not letting those two away, and I’m certainly not letting you have all the fun,” smiled Rui. “So there.”

“Umm, ok then. Be careful though,” answered Wes. Maybe I was wrong? he thought. Or she’s braver than I thought.

She certainly did look more confident, as she walked along with Wes towards the mayor house, up a set of white stone stairs flanked by a pair of small waterfalls. Wes hoped that all was well, and that the mayor was safe, but it didn’t seem to be good news that the two people had reappeared again.

As they drew close to the mayor’s house they noticed a still figure by the mayor’s house.

“Hey… that’s an old woman! She’s unconscious!” shouted Rui.

“Shh! Can you hear that?” Wes chided, ignoring the lady for now. Something else had caught his attention. Rui, Espeon, Umbreon and Wes stood quietly for a moment and listened. There was a noise coming from the mayor’s house. It sounded almost like…

“Music?” asked Rui incredulously.

“Umbre!” (And from the sounds of it, good music too!)

“Maybe… the mayor’s having a party?” offered Rui, but even she didn’t believe that idea.

“Only one way to find out,” said Wes, barging into the house. Espeon and Umbreon trotted in afterwards.

“Wait for me!” cried Rui. She too followed in, only to collide straight into Wes as soon as she came in.

“Hey, what gives…” asked Rui. Then she realised what Wes was looking at.

“What in the name of Ho-oh is that?”

The strangest scene was in front of them. Wes quickly recovered from his shock and surveyed the room - just like he had been taught to while he had been with Team Snagem.

There was no short chubby mayor to be seen - but both Folly and Trudly were present. Three other men stood at the side of the room - one clad in green, one blue, and the last in red flashy uniforms.

But the strangest oddity was in the centre of the room. A tall man was dancing to very loud salsa music, clearly having fun. The man was in bright yellow, had odd disco-styled glasses, and looked like a relic from the 70’s.

The man’s height was increased due to the large orb-like thing on his head. Wes first took it to be a Voltorb - but quickly realised that it was actually an afro - and a very odd one at that. One side was dyed red, the other half white - rather like a Pokeball.

“Espeon!” (All right, who the HELL is this!)

Umbreon however was the only one to take the look of the strange man in his stride, still nodding his head in time to the music.

“Master Miror B! It’s him! He’s the one that took the girl from us!” shouted Folly noticing Wes’s and Rui’s appearance. Suddenly the man also seemed to take notice of the recent entrance of Wes and Rui, and stood up straight. Luckily, the ceiling was just high enough to accompany his hair.

“Oh, aren’t you two pathetic! You couldn’t beat these infants? Trudly, song change! Something more ‘suitable’ for the situation.”

Trudly grabbed a nearby radio, and changed the music. Now the music was far more sinister sounding - Wes frowned in confusion at this action.

“Umbre!” (Hey, I was enjoying that!) Umbreon cried in protest.

“Darling, did you say your name was Wes?” the man asked. Wes shrugged offhandedly

“Well, I didn’t actually say that it was my name, but yes, it is Wes. And you are… Miror B?” Wes said.

“Correct. And, well, I don’t like saying this, but we’re not at liberty to keep you lady friend at liberty.”

Rui frowned at both the meaning implied behind the sentence, and the poor wording of it. Nevertheless, Miror B continued.

“She sees… things that ordinary people aren’t supposed to see. That won’t do… not at all. If you don’t like pain, like most people, you can avoid pain by keeping you nose out of places it needn’t be.” Now Miror B turned to Folly and Trudly.

“Boys! Oh Boys! I shall return to Pyrite town. Remember, I will wait for you with the little lady, and Wes as well. Am I making myself clear? I won’t accept failure from you two…”

Folly and Trudly gulped. Maybe it was strange that a man with a giant Pokeball-themed afro and a snazzy bright yellow outfit with matching shoes was threatening them, but it worked to perfection.

“Ye…Yes, sir,” stammered Folly.

Clearly this…person holds power of some kind, thought Wes.

Suddenly Miror B’s attitude changed - from threatening, to friendly and happy.

“Good!” He then struck a dance pose that made all in the room cringe. “Let the music play! Let’s get it on!”

At this, Trudly obediently picked up the radio and changed the grim tune back to the previous salsa song. With that, Miror B ducked down and danced out taking the radio with him, so that his afro could fit through the door. The three coloured men glared at Wes, before following Miror B outside as well. Slowly the music faded away.

Wes gave a questioning look to Folly and Trudly.

“What…who was that, exactly?”

Folly smirked. “Why, none other than Miror B, an Administrator of none other than the Team Cipher!”

Wes grinned. Then Folly realised that he just revealed classified information.

“Damn it! You, you, you! You caught me off guard…”

“…again…” added a frustrated Trudly.

“… but that won’t happen again! Go! Whismur and Lotad!

One of the small pink Whismur that had been sent out last time Wes and Folly battled appeared. The second Pokemon, a Lotad, took the stage. It was small and blue, and bore a deep-green flat lily pad upon its head. It didn’t seem to pose much more of a threat then the Whismur though, letting out a tired yawn.

“Whismur!” (I hope I win… not you two again,) it added, catching sight of its opponents, Espeon and Umbreon.

“Lotad-ad!” (Yawn… I was sleeping…)

“Umbreon! Attack Lotad with Bite!” commanded Wes. Umbreon quickly darted forward and chomped on the small Pokemon’s leaf - it was seemingly attacked to it as it was lifted into the air along with the lily pad.

“Lotad!” (Arrgh! Hey, what gives?) it cried in protest.

“Umbre!” (Hey, it’s like a Frisbee!) Umbreon proceed to toss the Lotad through the air to Espeon. Espeon used his physic powers to make the Lotad spin in circles through the air, ignoring further protests from the Pokemon to put it down so it could go back to sleep. Suddenly, the Lotad’s continuous path around the room took a sudden change and ended abruptly as it hit the Whismur directly in the face hard, knocking both out.

“Return…” said Folly sadly, summoning the two weak Pokemon to their respective Pokeballs. “I failed… again.”

Trudly stepped forward. “It’s my turn now! I’m not going to end up like Folly - and NOW I have my Pokemon! Go! Duskull and Spinarak!” Two new opponents appeared before Wes’s Pokemon, one a black floating skull-shaped ghost, the other a small green spider that started scurrying around straight into a wall.

“Espi…” (What, we have to beat these two as well? What a waste of energy,) Espeon smirked, as he made this comment understandable to all in the room. Wes managed a grin.

“Okay, Spinarak! Attack with Spider Web!” Trudly shouted, trying to ignore the sarcastic comment.

“Spinarak!” (Web power for the win!) exclaimed Spinarak, before it firing a large clump of sticky web at Espeon.

“Espeon! Use Reflect!” commanded Wes. Espeon summoned a force field around himself, light glimmering off the translucent wall. The spider web hit the force field, and rebounded right back into Spinarak, engulfing it. While it struggled to break free, Umbreon pounced once again with another Bite attack, and it gave up and succumbed to a similar fate that Whismur and Lotad had. Shortly afterwards, Umbreon then jumped up and bit Duskull, who succumbed after Espeon applied a Confusion attack upon it.

“Looks like you lost again,” grinned Wes, his grin widening. To his surprise, however, Trudly also grinned.

“Not quite. Go, Makuhita!” At this, a short, fat fighting-type Pokemon was sent out. It was a brown Pokemon with a slight orange hue to it, and upon seeing his opponents brandished two large blue gloved hands in the air at them.

“Makuhita!” (Prepare to DIEEEE!)

“Espi?” (Come again?)

Wes frowned. This Pokemon, unlike the others that Folly and Trudly had offered up beforehand, looked rather capable, and also a little mad. But a two-on-one battle shouldn’t be too hard,thought Wes.

“Espeon! Attack with… what is it Rui? Stop tugging at my coat!”

Rui’s eyes however startled Wes - they were wide open - wider than before, if that was possible. She pointed a shaking finger at the Makuhita.

“Sh… sha…SHADOW! IT’S A SHADOW POKEMON” she screamed.

“Well… you didn’t have to shout in my ear,” winced Wes. “Hang on… shadow?” Wes gazed at the Makuhita. Suddenly - of course! He remembered this Makuhita. It was the one who had nearly escaped about a month back, and had given Gonzap a sore leg in the process. It had been destined to be a Shadow Pokemon after that, and it seemed that it was one now.

“Watch out!” cried Rui. Wes brought himself back to the present - to see Makuhita attack him with an Arm Thrust attack. All Wes could do was tense himself and cover himself to lessen the impact. Nevertheless, he was still sent flying towards a wall. Wes remembered that Shadow Pokemon didn’t mind attacking trainers faintly before the wall brought him to a sudden stop. Fortunately, his crash was softened considerably - unfortunately for Rui.

“Umm, thanks Rui…”

“Gfttham frmhth nefhte!”

“What was that?”

“I said get off me!”

Wes jumped off (the slightly squashed) Rui, and mumbled an apology. Umbreon and Espeon glanced at the two worriedly for a second, then glared angrily at Makuhita.

“Wes… That’s the Pokemon I encountered earlier. And I can see a black aura! Can you see it?”

“Well… no, I can’t,” answered Wes.

“Oh, shut up with the yapping. Makuhita! Use Shadow Rush on Umbreon!” ordered Trudly.

“Shadow Rush?” inquired Rui.

Wes grimaced. “It’s a Shadow move… well, basically the only one there is. Shadow Pokemon can use it, and it hits - hard. Umbreon! Dodge and counter with Bite!

As Makuhita charged at Umbreon, it nimbly dodged and bit Makuhita’s arm.

“Maku!” (Oww how dare you! You must die!)

“Makuhita! Use Arm Thrust!”

Makuhita primed its other arm to attack Umbreon, who was oblivious to the impeding danger, still clinging on to Makuhita’s arm.

“Espeon! Confusion!” Wes shouted in defence. With a cry Espeon let lose a hired blast of energy at Makuhita. Shouting in response, Makuhita stoped focusing on hitting Umbreon, and clutched its head. Umbreon realised something was up and released his hold on Makuhita’s arm, jumping away as the angry Pokemon started bashing its own head in.

“Hita! Hita! Hita!” (Die! Die! Die!)

“Espeon…” (He must have anger management problems or something…)

“Damn! It’s confused… stop that! You stupid Pokemon!” shouted Trudly. At that, Makuhita glared at Trudly, and punched him.

“Oww!’ Trudly cried in pain, finding himself the target of Makuhita. He started running around the room, with Makuhita chasing him ferociously.

“Wes… look! It’s getting tired!” Rui said.

Wes glanced at Makuhita, who was taking deep breathes in-between shouting insults s his running slowed.

“Good.” Wes smiled upon seeing this. “Now is the time.” With that, Wes grabbed a Pokeball from his bag, and put it into the Snag Machine.

“What the… NO!!” cried Trudly, realising what Wes was about to do. Wes, with the grace of a Pokemon expert, threw the Poke Ball at Makuhita. As it hit Makuhita in the head, it started sucking Makuhita into the Pokeball. Within a second Makuhita was gone from sight and all that remained was the Pokeball as it landed on the floor.

All in the room stared at the lone Pokeball in the centre of the room. It wobbled once. It wobbled twice.

It wobbled a third time.

“Come on,” Wes said under his breath.

To be continued…


















…right now.


The Pokeball… wobbled a fourth time.

And a fifth time.

“Huh?” everyone said.

Then it stopped. Umbreon trotted over to the Pokeball, picked it up between its teeth, and walked back to Wes, dropping it at his feet.

“You… you snagged Makuhita!” gasped Rui.

“My Pokemon!” whinged Trudly. “You’re too good! You snagged my Pokemon!”

“What are we supposed to do now?” lamented Folly. “Miror B will punish us for sure…”

A pause followed as the two pondered their options.

“ESCAPE!” shouted the pair, as they blitzed passed Wes and Rui out of town faster than a raging Taurus.

“You did it Wes!” cried Rui happily. “You snagged it!”

“Espeon? Esp!” (What about us? We did all the fighting, and all he did was chuck a Pokeball at it!)

“Umbreon!” (Keep quiet, and we might get a pat on the head!)

“Espeon…” (Well, a good point, I’ll give you that…)

“But I’m sure there are other’s like it… Let’s get them all from the baddies!” added Rui, jumping joyfully in the air several times. She beamed a wide smile of happiness, glad that Makuhita was Snagged from Trudly and Folly.

Great. NOW she wants us to snag all the shadow Pokemon? thought Wes, not as enthusiastically.

***


I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please post your comments, and anything you would like to see me 'explain' about the Pokemon Colosseum storyline.

And, the spoiler for this chapter's characters:

Team Snagem attack - in the game, after leaving the Colosseum due to it being closed (just as well - the Pokemon there are at higher level' than what you have at the time), three Team Snagem members ambush you, revealing to Rui that you are a Team Snagem member. Naturally, Rui is shocked - unnaturally, for only a few seconds - after the battle and after they escape, she says 'you're ok' and continues to follow you around, after telling you to get some Pokeballs.

Very unrealistic. If I knew the guy I was following was an ex-criminal, I'd be a bit more worried and less easy-going than that.

Poke-Centre People - your typical collection of NPC's in Colosseum. All three mentioned in the chapter are in the game, and only say the same things. PC guy in particular is annoying.

The Pokeball fiasco - oh dear, no Pokeballs in Phenac City Mart! Never mind, a random old man in the mart 'secretly' tells you that they sell them in the Outskirt Stand. Yes, there is an NPC that does that.
Kirk also manages to find the Pokeballs in his store in record time in the game, despite saying that he hadn't sold any for ages, and gives you 5 for free. What a nice quick serving guy in the game...

Old lady - in the game, she stands outside the Mayor's house. She notes the strange going ons, but lets you do all the work. Gave her more of a personality in the chapter.. and someone else in the town has to respond to the kidnapping and Team Snagem coming... there is actually a guy in Phenac City which remarks on the kidnapping, but that he didn't know much and couldn't be bothered to find out more. Hurray for lazy NPC's I suppose...

IT - Miror B

Miror B - an ‘Administrator’ of Team Cipher. Commands Folly and Trudly and some others as well, but is not normally threatening or serious. Possibly the ‘scariest’ he gets in the game.
In the game, he is normally easy going, although he does scare the heck out of many a player when they first see him. I mean, tall man in bright yellow suit + giant Pokeball-themed afro + salsa theme music is startling…
Picture of him in my sig banner or Google him for more images.
Has an obsession with Ludicolo, music and dancing, and prefers doing that over being ‘evil’.
Considered by many as the best Pokemon trainer ever - if you’ve played the game, you might well agree. He has the best theme music in the game IMO - very addictive - and is quite mysterious in other ways. Why the hair, for instance? More on him in later chapters.

Makuhita - the first Shadow Pokemon in the game - naturally, being Shadow, it is angrier and more violet than most. It actually attacks you in the game - watching Wes do his ‘take damage’ visual is quite funny actually, without the game trying to be funny. Rui sees it have an aura (all purple and interesting), tells you it is a Shadow, and thus you can try to snag it with the snag machine and the Pokeballs you conveniently bought before. Afterwards, Rui jumps up and down, saying that now we can stop Cipher (seems suddenly you know all about Cipher in the game, and Team Snagem have no importance) and snag all the Shadows.

I’ve altered a few things from the game and added a few too for that scene.
(Oh, and incidently, the 'to be continued...right now' joke had actually be written before the Simpsons movie came out. Quite the coincidence.)

 

[Zora of Termina]

x3 God I love Miror B's theme music. And his hair.

Also:

Jed’s overcooked apple pie HAD been

Pastry reference ala mode. And in the second chapter:

oh and I like cake,

Do I win an award if I find all of 'em?

AANYWAY. Another brilliant chapter. The bit about 'IT' never fails to make me snicker.

 

[bobandbill]

x3 God I love Miror B's theme music. And his hair.

Also:
Pastry reference ala mode. And in the second chapter:
Do I win an award if I find all of 'em?

AANYWAY. Another brilliant chapter. The bit about 'IT' never fails to make me snicker.

An award? Err... umm.... no. :P Unless a thumbs-up from Miror B counts? You would have an advantage over the new readers as well as you may remember at least some of them... oh, you would also impress me. ;)

Thanks anyways for the review. :)
Sorry for the other long break. I had decided that I would stop posting chapters here and elsewhere until I had finished the 11th chapter, after too long a break.
The good news is that I have finished that one. So, now I shall post the fourth chapter! Enjoy!

***
Chapter 4 - Adventure to a ‘hell-hole’.​

Just then, the mayor walked into the house.

“Hello... what happened here?” he asked, confused. The house was in a mess. A few overturned flowerpots were about, a classical painting was broken and the floor looked the worse for wear from the two battles that had occurred just moments ago.

“Umm… well, there was this thing inside with a Voltorb - I mean hair, and some random people in colours, and then the two men that kidnapped me were there as well and a Shadow Pokemon-” began Rui, before the mayor cut in.

“Mi…ah… who were here? And what’s this about Shadow Pokemon again?”

“Oh, Wes has it now,” answered Rui, grabbing the Pokeball with Makuhita inside off of Wes.

“Hey!” retorted Wes.

“I wonder what this button does…” wondered Rui, examining the object in her hand curiously. Upon pressing it, Makuhita came out of the Pokeball, to Rui’s surprise and Wes’s bemusement that Rui was unfamiliar with the workings of a Pokeball.
The Makuhita glanced at his surroundings, then back at Wes, only to realise that he no longer belonged to Trudly. Not that he cared - Trudly had been too dumb to know his left hand from his right. Stupid Trudly. Makuhita glared at his new owner and a girl with big fat eyes and a bewildered expression as she examined a Pokeball, before his eyes widened.

“Maku…. ta!” (Who are you…DIE!!!) he examined, catching sight of the mayor. With a loud bellow, Makuhita charged at him. However, the short fat mayor nimbly dodged Makuhita’s attack just before contact was made, with unusual grace for one of his size and shape. Makuhita collided headfirst with a bookshelf which then fell down and tipped a large number of books upon the floor, distracting the Shadow Pokemon from his intent.

“Maku!” (Stupid books! You must suffer!) he cried, before proceeding to tear the pages of a particularly expensive-looking book. Wes shakily grabbed the Pokeball off Rui, and directed it at Makuhita.

“Return, Makuhita!” he commanded, before a ray of red materialised around Makuhita, sending the angry Pokemon back into the Pokeball.

“Umm…Sorry?” apologised Rui.

“That’s… a Shadow Pokemon,” offered Wes. “As you can see, it’s unusually angrier than normal Pokemon.

“I see…” answered the mayor. He blinked at the further mess that Makuhita had caused. He then glared at Wes and Rui.

“Please leave,” he said evenly to them. Wes didn’t blame him - he too would be angry if someone trashed their office.

Poor guy - he’s got a lot to deal with at the moment, thought Wes, as he walked out the door with Rui and with Espeon, and Umbreon trotting behind with a book in his mouth, and by the fainted woman outside the mayor’s office.

***

After a delayed and slow lunch in a small takeaway joint, Wes and Rui headed to the Pokemon centre. Ignoring the girl who yet again questioned him on whether or not he was a trainer, Wes sat down at a table and began to discuss the recent developments.

“So…” said Wes, “what do you make of this?”

“I’m thoroughly confused by the recent happenings…” confessed Rui, tugging at one of her ponytails. “Especially that man, with the hair…”

“Ah, yes, the Man with the Hair,” repeated Wes. He moved towards a nearby P.C. and sat down in front of it, and started typing. “What was his name…Miror B? What kind of name is that?”

“And Team Cipher? I never heard of them,” Rui said.

“No, neither have I,” answered Wes after a few minutes. “And I can’t find any information on them anywhere… very secretive. However, there is some on Miror B - and his name is spelt M-I-R-O-R… odd. Maybe his parents couldn’t spell or something…”

“Really?” exclaimed Rui excitedly. Wes had found an article dated a few years ago featuring a large picture of the man with an enthusiastic Ludicolo – a festive-looking duck Pokemon - in the background. Accompanying the article was the headline “Weirdo Wins Dance Competition”. Nothing much was available in the article about Miror B himself - only that his addictive Salsa music and unique dance style had taken the competition by storm. After a few more searches, which pulled out similar articles about Miror B winning some dance competitions and contests, Wes gave up, seeing that he wouldn’t find much more about the enigma.

“Festive sort of person,” commented Wes as he logged off the P.C., and turned to Rui. “So, the big question is… why is…Team Cipher - whoever they are - interested in you?”

“Well,” began Rui, “either Team Cipher could have something to do with Shadow Pokemon, or those three just didn’t want me ratting on them having a Shadow Pokemon.”

“I’m leaning towards the second option,” said Wes. “Firstly, it’s tough to keep a large criminal syndicate secret - and I’ve never heard of this group. Team Snagem is known by nearly everyone and they deal with Shadow Pokemon. This may just be some small wannabe team that did a deal with Team Snagem concerning Shadow Pokemon."

“You may be right… but to kidnap me? And raid the mayor’s office?”

“Maybe they knew that if news about Shadow Pokemon got leaked, then Team Snagem would come after them. So they got desperate, and went for desperate measures. And between you and me, Folly and Trudly ain’t that bright…"

"Espeon!" (Understatement of the year!)

“What gets at me,” continued Wes, “Is that why would Team Snagem give out a Shadow Pokemon… maybe simply as a test to see how it would act outside the base… but then I wouldn’t know.”

“I thought you worked with them?” inquired Rui.

“I did. But I was simply a Snagger - they wouldn’t tell me what they did with them. I honestly have no idea how they even made Pokemon Shadow - only that they ‘closed the heart’ or something…”

“I think we should go to Pyrite Town,” butted in Rui bluntly. “We have the Shadow Pokemon, but no real idea why I was kidnapped…”

“Aren’t you a bit worried for your own safety?” asked Wes once again struck by how brave Rui acted in the region of Orre.

“…No,” answered Rui. Not with you near me, she added silently to herself.

“Fair enough,” replied Wes. “Let’s go investigate. It’ll be an interesting trip - never been there myself.” They got up to leave the Pokemon Centre. Wes followed Rui out, but just before he could step outside, the old man by the P.C. leapt out at Wes and grabbed his arm.

“You can use that P.C., you know,” he began.

“Oh not again,” moaned Wes, smothering out his blue trench coat that the man had wrinkled. “Didn’t you see me just use it five minutes ago?”

“Did you know that you can save the game by using the P.C. as well?” the man continued enthusiastically, ignoring Wes’s comments and grinning up at the tall teenager.

“Save… the… game?” repeated Wes blankly.

“Why yes! Better save often, otherwise you could lose your game data!” answered the veteran.

Right, he’s crazy, Wes decided.

“Save the game,” prompted the man.

“Um… I have to go now…” said Wes, desperately searching for an escape route past the man, but the only one was blocked by the persisting figure.

“Save the game NOW!” demanded the man, with a suddenly menacing tone. His grip on Wes’s arm tightened.

“Umm, look! A distraction!” said Wes, pointing in a random direction.

“Where?” asked the man, turning to stare at… a wall. Meanwhile, Wes made a dash for the exit successfully, knocking over the “Are you a Trainer?” girl on his way out.

***

Suddenly, a man clad in a blue similar to Wes's coat from head to two jumped out at them as they approached the main entrance of the town.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you may not pass.”

“Sure, whatever, blue man…” muttered Wes, who was clearly not paying any attention to him. Blue’s a good colour, but there’s such a thing as too much blue.

“Do you have any idea who I am? You dare to walk by and insult the wonderful colour of blue by ignoring it? You bear the same colour, yet you scoff at it? You ruined our plans for now, but I, yes, I will seek redemption for us! Yes, there is now getting out of this town now! The only way that you will be allowed past is if you can beat me in a battle… HEY!” shouted the blue man. He only realised now that Wes and Rui had already gone a good hundred metres out of town, blatantly ignoring him.

“Damn,” muttered the man to himself. “This always happens. I start to trail off, and then I get onto a totally unrelated subject, like when will I get a pay rise, or when it will rain. It’s an interesting dilemma for Orre as the annual rainfall for the last ten years has not been lower since… well, ever, but nevertheless if the drought doesn’t end soon… damn, I’ve done it again…” he muttered to himself, realising that yet again he distracted himself. He quickly ran up to Wes and Rui, who were already by the Zoomer.

“Hey! Stop there, and prepare to be… stopped!” he shouted. He then grabbed a Pokeball from his pocket, and chucked it in front of the Zoomer. A repulsive-smelling purple creature materialised to Rui’s and Wes’s surprise, as a wicked stench hit them. It had the appearance of a deranged kindergarten’s attempt at making something out of play-dough.

“Grimer!” (Everyone hates me, so I hate you!) it shouted at Wes and Rui.

“Ugh!” said Rui to the Grimer in surprise. She never had encountered the Poison type before, and wasn’t very charmed by the encounter.

“Grim…” (See what I mean?) it sadly said, placing an arm on a small nearby plant that had denied the harsh desert conditions to reach the modest height of a couple of inches. Upon contact with the Grimer’s arm, the plant instantly withered and died.

“Grim!” (OH NO! Sorry plant sorry!) it cried.

“Espi-Espeon…” (Is it just me, or is it odd that a Grimer cares for the environment?) Espeon pondered sarcastically, amused by the irony of it.

Wes frowned at the newcomer, thinking for a moment before realisation set in.
“Weren’t you in the mayor’s house?”

“Yes! And now we shall do battle, because otherwise I may get a pay cut if I let you get away, and that wouldn’t be good, because I don’t get paid enough as it is…”

Wes and Rui exchanged glances.

“Whatever,” said Wes. “I’ll battle you. I’ve had it with Team Cipher as it is.”

And by the looks of that Grimer, this will be a pushover, much like the other ‘Team Cipher’ people’s Pokemon, he thought.

“Umbre!” (We have to battle AGAIN? Are we getting paid for this?)

“Aha! So battle we shall! Call me… Bluno! Go, Spoink and Croconaw!” proclaimed the blue man, tossing two Pokeballs towards Espeon and Umbreon.

“Bluno?” asked Rui incredulously.

Two Pokemon materialised - one was a gray pig-like creature with a pearl on its head, and a notable absence of a body or legs. Instead it had a spring, of all things. It started bouncing up and down upon it in a repetitive rhythm. The second Pokemon was a fat yet ferocious-looking blue crocodile Pokemon; large teeth exposed as the Pokemon open its mouth and chomped on air aggressively.

“Spoink!” (Bouncing is fun!)

“Croconaw!” (You shall die!)

“Umbreon!” (Bacon!) he cried upon seeing the pig-like Pokemon. Before Wes could issue a command, he had already charged forward excitedly, preparing for a Bite attack.

“Spoink!” (Oww!) cried the Spoink as Umbreon bit hard, before leaping a good twenty metres into the air. Umbreon was left dangling on, desperate not to let go. Espeon decided to watch on, amused.

“Espeon! As funny as it is, don’t just sit there! Attack with…” started Wes.

“Wes!” Rui cut in. “I’m afraid…" Rui gulped. "Croconaw is also a... SHADOW POKEMON!!! ARRGH!” Rui was clearly scared out of her wits, although she seemed to be acting a bit overdramatically with expansive arm movements synchronising with her shouting.

“WHAT!?” said Wes. This can’t be right… Cipher has two Shadow Pokemon?

“Use Shadow Rush!” commanded Bluno. At his request, the Croconaw charged at Espeon with surprising speed, with Espeon narrowly dodging. Espeon attempted to hit back by throwing itself at his adversary with a Return attack, but literally bounced off Croconaw’s body upon contact. Espeon charged at Croconaw again, with similar results to the previous attack effort.

“That’s one tough Pokemon,” Wes said quietly, tugging at his ear while trying to think up a battle strategy.

Meanwhile, Spoink kept on bouncing up to extreme heights and back down to Earth, with Umbreon still hanging on and repositioned himself so he wouldn’t hit the ground. Then Spoink suddenly jerked its body, causing Umbreon to lose his grip and fall a considerable distance – only for him to land right on top of Croconaw’s head. Umbreon bounced off and landed gracefully - but Croconaw was dazed.

“Espeon! Use Return on Croconaw now!” shouted Wes. Espeon dashed forward and hit Croconaw head-on into the air, sending the Pokemon high in the air.

“Oh no,” Bluno said. Everybody watched Croconaw approached Spoink, who was still bouncing in relief of having survived Umbreon’s Bite. Too late, it realised the danger.

“Oink… ” (This is gonna hurt.)

It was right. The two collided in midair, and unsurprisingly, Spoink came off second best and fainted, falling to the ground. Croconaw then plummeted towards the ground as well, still conscious but rather dazed.

“Croc!” (Bugger!) it moaned, falling head-first. It was now only twenty metres above the ground.

Ten metres.

“I can’t watch…” muttered Rui.

Five metres.

Two metres.

Two and a half metres.

“Espeon?” (What the…?) - however Croconaw’s random and inexplicit gravity-defying act lasted only a moment as he fell back down even faster.

Two metres.

One metre.

However just then, Croconaw was spared - by a Snag Ball. Unfortunately for Bluno, the Snag Ball was Wes’s, and after a few shakes the Pokeball quickly pinged in announcement of the successful Snag. As Croconaw had taken a massive hit from Espeon, it probably was too tired to resist the Snag Ball.

“Oh no! You snagged by Croconaw - my Pokemon which had been a team-mate ever since I got it. Which wasn’t for very long but anyway… damn you!” shouted Bluno. “Get ‘em, Grimer!” he commanded, pointing squarely at Wes.

However Grimer was too distressed over the dead plant to attack, as it sat there and continued to bemoan the loss of life he had caused. Wes nodded and got to leave, climbing onto the Zoomer along with Rui. Casting one last look to the oasis of water in Phenac City, Wes turned around and headed out to the parched dry desert that awaited them.

Bluno sighed. “Folly and Trudly can’t be blamed for losing…you won convincingly! But just because you have my Shadow Pokemon, it doesn’t mean that this is over! No, I will take my revenge on you, and it shall be sweet, like candy! Sweet, sweet candy! But for now I must begin plotting. Or maybe I should first find someplace to sleep…”

Bluno, yet again absorbed in his own words, failed to notice that Rui and Wes had long gone, leaving him outside Phenac city chatting to a fainted Spoink and a depressed Grimer.

***

In the meantime, Wes and Rui were speeding towards Pyrite Town, dust clouds forming behind them as Wes learnt how to make the Zoomer move faster.

“So what do you think about Bluno and him having another Shadow Pokemon?” shouted Rui over the roar of the Zoomer.

“It’s left me confused,” admitted Wes. “It is possible the Team Snagem gave them two Shadow Pokemon, but… something doesn’t seem right. Anyway, what’s Pyrite Town like?” inquired Wes.

“Smelly,” answered Rui. “And rather messy as well. Nothing like my home town – but it’s my first time in Orre, after all. I was on my way to Agate Village to visit my grandparents.”
“Explains a few things,” Wes said. “Well, no surprises about Pyrite being messy, surely shouldn’t be all that different to where I came from. What were you doing there in the first place anyway? Before you got kidnapped?”

A long pause ensued, as Wes waited for an answer while making sure he didn’t direct the Zoomer into any rocks that popped up in the trail to Pyrite every so often.

“Rui?”

“Espeon!” (Can’t you see that she’s having flashbacks?) asked the psychic Pokemon.

And she was.

***

From the depths of Rui’s mind, we proudly present:​

Flashback - Rui vs. Pyrite​

“Alright, get off de bus! We’re gonna refuel it, so get outta da way!” shouted a disgruntled and uneducated bus driver. A tired group of people wandered off the bus – but only one of them wasn’t tired.

“When’s dinner?” asked Rui curiously, twirling a finder through her orange hair.

“Later,” answered the bus driver.

“What’s your name?” persisted Rui.

“Umm…” began the bus driver, trying to remember.

“You’re boring,” announced Rui, and with a grin, hopped off the bus. It was fun to annoy that bus driver, and doing so had provided her entertainment for the long trip to Agate Village. It had been her parents’ idea for Rui to go alone to Agate this time, and Rui was looking forward to meeting her grandparents.

Rui walked around town, wondering what to do to make time go by. She didn’t think much of Pyrite Town personally and hoped that Agate was better then this place - it stunk, and in more ways than one. Although the buskers by the side of the street did play some pretty catchy music…

“Hey look! Is that Tailow… wild?” someone exclaimed. Wild Pokemon were rather rare for the harsh Orre desert - so a wild Pokemon was a find indeed.

That someone was Folly.

“Out of my way - I’m going to catch it!” cried Trudly, as he pushed Folly out of the way. “Go Makuhita! Shadow Rush!”

Trudly threw the Pokeball at the Tailow as Makuhita materialised from it, pumping his arms in the air angrily. Makuhita glared venomously at the tiny bird with squinty eyes.

“Maku!” (I will eat you up little bird!) it shouted.

It was at this point that the Tailow decided to fly off, not at all appealed by the fact the fighting type Pokemon wanted to eat him.

“That was your fault Folly!” blamed Trudly despite the fact that Folly hadn’t done anything, walking up to his friend.

“Bah. The Tailow was probably scared off by your own face…” said Folly. “Hey, what are you looking at?” Folly asked Rui, noticing her look aghast at Makuhita start to chase a random passer-by, as Trudly noticed and started yelling at it to stop.

Rui meanwhile was white-faced - despite not having a Pokemon or any sort of Pokemon item for that matter, she knew a decent bit about them, and she knew that an angry-looking Pokemon giving off a violent violet aura wasn’t right.

“Why… why does it have that… aura?” she asked. “It doesn’t look right.”

“Aura? What are you talking about?” said Trudly, before realization appeared on his face.

“Umm… nothing,” said Rui, walking quickly back to the bus. However Trudly and Folly quietly followed her just as quickly. Rui broke into a run - maybe if she could reach the bus, she’d be safe -

It was then when she ran headfirst into a lamppost.

She lost consciousness, and Trudly and Folly quickly put her into a conveniently nearby sack without anyone noticing or caring – after all, in Pyrite, it was important to look out for yourself and yourself only. Trudly grabbed a phone from his pocket and dialled a number.

“Boss? We seem to have caught a girl who recognized our Shadow Pokemon without knowing it was one … whoops, wrong number, damn,” he said, hurriedly hanging up on a confused pizza delivery service man.

As they slunk out of town, the bus driver called back the passengers, not noticing the missing Rui.

Meanwhile Rui saw… a really tall tower?

***

“What’s that?” asked Rui, snapping out of her flashback and noticing a large white figure nearby.

“That? That’s… um, some new Colosseum,” answered Wes, deciding to ask Rui about Pyrite City at some later date – the later the better. “Want to go have a closer look?”

However, there wasn’t much to see there - although the tall, state-of-the art proud tower was visually stunning against the clear blue sky, the mess around it wasn’t. Nor were the lazy grubby workers, who at first were intent at keeping them away.

“Get out of here! This is a construction site, not some tourist attraction!” protested one worker. Wes and Rui blinked at the outburst.

“Oh, I give up,” said one worker, as Rui and Wes peered at the clutter of bricks, wheelbarrows, steel frames and half-eaten remains of sandwiches.

“I’ll be glad to go home after this,” sighed one of the workers, rubbing a cloth over his dirty sweaty face. “It’s been a long time since I was home - but we’re nearly done.”

“Who exactly owns the tower?” asked Rui.

“Oh, he wouldn’t reveal who he - or she - was. We got approached by some people ‘representing’ him,” replied the worker. “But whoever the person is, that person had a lot of cash…” he added, happily thinking of the large bag of money given to them.

“Well, let’s get going,” interrupted Wes. “Better go to Pyrite and find somewhere to sleep - it’s getting dark.” The sun was getting closer to the horizon, and due to the lack of urban build up and thus pollution in the sparsely populated Orre region, the sunsets were nice to watch, one untainted feature Orre had to offer over the larger regions.

***

However, one thing partially ruined the sunset - the backdrop of the town that unsurprisingly attracted the fewest tourists to it.

Pyrite Town only looked marginally better than the mess outside the new tower; only the appearance was spread around the entire city. The town could only boast of having the worst waste management system, one PokeMart that smelled like cheese, a shabby Colosseum and a few low-profile houses. The ‘highlight’ of the town was the large windmill that was the town's only source of power. Random artefacts littered the faded concrete ground, that didn’t even conceal some of the ground, and the buildings looked rather smaller, smaller than what houses normally where, yet there was evidence that these were residential buildings.

Wes and Rui already had an amusing show for them ready as they arrived though - in the form of an ‘interrogation’.

Well, at least Johnson tried to make it an interrogation, but the young officer was easily sidetracked. Johnson was also known as the ‘village idiot’ around town, and few came close to stripping that title from him. Not that Johnson shared that opinion – he truly believed the opposite, and displayed his navy blue uniform proudly as he yapped to a shady-looking man by the entrance of town.

“Aw, Mr Johnson, give a man a break here. I tell you - I don’t know anything!” protested Cail, a loafer in the town whom personally had had enough of conversing with the policeman.

“That better be true - if you are trying to con me, I’ll know about it!” claimed Johnson, in an overly-loud voice. A distant cry of “shut up!” could be heard.

“I wouldn’t think about lying to you! You’ve got to believe me!” Cail said, in an overly-fake voice. However Johnston seemed to have not noticed this.

“All right, fine… I’ll let you off easy today. But don’t forget… if you find out anything about the theft of the cookie from the cookie jar… tell us.” With that Johnson nodded and left. He started chanting ‘Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar’ to himself, looking for some opportunity to be the town’s hero.

Cail chuckled to himself. “Heheh, what a nitwit. Of course I haven’t got a thing to tell him! And the fact that he ended up believing that a cookie was stolen…” Cail continued chuckling until he noticed Wes and Rui.

“What are you looking at? Are you tourists or what? If you don’t want to get hurt, get lost, and quick, for the good of your health,” he addressed, before walking off arrogantly.

An old man came up to the bemused pair. “Never mind him - he gets all protective of his turf. Welcome to Pyrite - town of earth, wind and money.”

“It’s also smelly…” added Rui, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it in a few days,” replied the old man brightly. “Though beware - there are ne’er-do-well sorts here,” he warned, as Wes and Rui delved into the town to find a place to sleep, navigating through various pieces of garbage. Wes quickly located a hotel, and walked in.

The place looked mildly decent, although the person behind the counter had an obvious drinking problem, and looked at them with bloodshot eyes.

“Hello,” began Wes cautiously. “we’d like a place to stay…”

“$100,” interrupted the man. “Each.”

“What?” demanded Wes. “$100 each? That’s crazy! Nobody charges that much!” Wes shook his head at the high price – it more suited a five-star hotel in a tourist destination in the Pokemon world, rather than a humble motel in a slum like Pyrite.

“Well I do,” slurred the drunken hotel keeper. “Seeing as I own the only hotel in this dump!”

“Well, we’ll see about that!” announced Wes, walking out. Rui followed behind. As Wes walked out, he noticed the large neon sign over the hotel. It read:

Pyrite Hotel - the ONLY hotel in town!​

“Doesn’t that say…” began Rui.

“Probably a typo. It can’t be the ONLY hotel in town,” reasoned Wes.

However an hour later, Wes admitted that there was a lack of hotels in Pyrite. Wes had even tried asking some people for a bed for the night - only they all declined. One particular occupant had chased Wes and Rui out with a broom, thinking that they were trying to sell her a hotel.

“Shall we go in and pay? I’m sleepy, and I’ve had enough of being chased by crazy residents,” Rui said after that event.

“But you know me - I’m stingy, and proud of it!” declared Wes, who was giving evil stares through the window at the hotel keeper, who was on his fifth bottle of wine. “Besides - I think I’ve found a way in.”

A minute later, the innkeeper ran out of the hotel and out of town screaming, with various floating objects following him, although only a few people in town seemed to take any notice of this. Wes kneeled down to give Espeon a pat.

“Nice work Espeon.”

“Espi!” (It’s fun to scare people!)

“Umbreon…” (How come I didn’t get psychic powers…)

“I don’t quite agree with your methods… but I guess they work,” admitted Rui, as they walked in, and looked for a bed of their choice. Satisfied with a room nearby the entry, they settled down into two low-lying beds. “’Night,” she added.

“Goodnight,” replied Wes. “Hopefully we’ll resolve this whole thing tomorrow,” he added with a yawn, before settling down to sleep.

Espeon however gave a stare at Wes. Something told him that Wes might be disappointed, thinking that he would have this issue with Cipher done and dusted, and being a psychic Pokemon, he was rarely wrong.


***

Hope you enjoyed that.

And the spoiler of spoilerness on characters and events:

Mayor’s house turmoil - in the game, nobody notices what’s gone on in the mayor’s house, and the mayor doesn’t come back and remark on what happened…

Bluno - one of the three coloured men in the fated Miror B scene shortly before snagging Makuhita. After you leave the mayor’s house and aim to go to Pyrite, you’d have to battler either one of these as they are each blocking on exit point. They also have one shadow Pokemon each - a 2nd evolved form of a Johto starter according to their colour. In this case, Bluno’s Pokemon is Croconaw.

Rui’s flashback - not much is revealed on exactly how Rui got herself kidnapped. It is mentioned that she was to see her grandparents, but beyond that it’s unclear why she was in Pyrite town of all places, nor how Folly and Trudly actually managed to kidnap her.

Construction site - a messy scene outside the newly-constructed ‘Reaglem Tower’, that has been recent built by non-mentioned rich people.

Pyrite town - features heavily in the game. Your typical slum, with not much to offer in the tourist department. All features described in the story are in the game - however more personality is added here.

Pyrite hotel - in the game, this is the Pokemon centre - unless you either deposit your Pokemon into the PC and withdraw them, thus healing them, or use a healing machine in Pyrite Colosseum. However Pyrite Hotel is closer to the exit and quicker than depositing Pokemon - only it costs money. But given Wes’s personality, why pay?
The hotel has a few residents as well - most notably, a person who talks while sleeping.

 

[bobandbill]

Next chapter, people. Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, tell me! If you don't, well... tell me anyway! ;)

If it seems longer than the other ones - don't worry, you're not imagining it. :)

***

Chapter 5 - Touring Pyrite Town​

Wes yawned as he woke up, groggily raising up and stretching his arms out. Unknown to him, he had bumped an alarm clock off the desk besides him onto a sleeping Umbreon. Umbreon woke up with a sudden start and give out a yelp of surprise, leapt five metres into the air in fright.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Wes sleepily. Umbreon glared at Wes.

“Hungry?” asked Wes. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a can of Pokefood.

“Here you are,” he offered, placing it by Umbreon.

“Umbre?” (Um… that’s not it, but good enough!) he said, as he deftly bit open the can and started eating. Meanwhile, Rui also arose from sleep.

“Sleep well?” asked Wes.

“Sleep well? What with you snoring and that bloke next door talking in his sleep…”

“Umm… sorry…” apologised Wes. “Someone was talking in their sleep?”

“Uh huh. Something about a Zigzagoon using Tackle… but I took care of him,” grinned Rui.

“Espeon!” (You bet she did! Poor guy…) yawned Espeon, waking up himself and instantly stretching out his legs. Seeing Umbreon eating, he used his psychic powers to get a can of Poke food from Wes’s bag to float to him. He neatly separated lid from can, and discarded the lid in a nearby bin.

“Sure whatever, serve yourself…” mumbled Wes. He decided that he really didn’t want to know what Rui did to the sleep talker next door for the moment - he was too sleepy at the moment to worry about that.

“What’s the time?” he asked Rui.

”Well, it’s…” Rui began, consulting her watch, “almost eleven o’clock,” she answered mildly.

Wes bolted upright. “Eleven o’clock?” he cried in disbelief.

“Uh huh. Guess yesterday’s… occurrences really took it out of us.”

“Fair enough. Man, I’m hungry…” muttered Wes, watching Espeon and Umbreon chow down their food. “I guess Makuhita and Croconaw are also hungry. What say you give them a formal welcome, Espeon and Umbreon?”

“Umbreon…” (Fine… hope they’re not all crazy like before,) said Umbreon, as Wes took two Pokeballs off his belt and glanced at them for a short moment. He then directed them towards the ground, and pressed the button on the red-white colour split that decorated the spherical capsule. Multicoloured beams of light shot out of the Pokeballs, travelling in a jagged line towards the ground, illuminating the room. Upon contact with the ground, the beams of light diverted into two separate 3D shapes. Almost instantly, Makuhita and Croconaw emerged from the kaleidoscope of coloured illuminations that had materialised on the floor.

“Esp?” (Why does he always try to make that process exceedingly spectacular?)

Wes ignored this comment and observed the two Shadow Pokemon. He was still uneasy about them, especially as Makuhita had attacked him before he was snagged. Then again, Makuhita didn’t seem that aggressive against him - perhaps attacking trainers was a concept that Shadow Pokemon didn’t disrespect in their altered state. Wes shuddered - just how did Snagem make Shadow Pokemon anyway?

Meanwhile, Makuhita glared around at his surroundings. Upon seeing Croconaw, it gave a growl, noticing that he too was a Shadow Pokemon. The blue wide crocodile merely coldly stared down Makuhita in response.

“Strange…” muttered Rui.

“What is?” asked Wes.

“Makuhita’s aura seems… smaller then before… or maybe I’m just imagining it.”

“Maku! Hita Hita!” (How dare you glare at me! I am far stronger than you!) shouted Makuhita loudly, waving his arms in the air menacingly.

“Croc-naw,” (I have no interest in what you say,) sniffed Croconaw disdainfully.

“His aura is smaller? Maybe… I guess we’ll have to wait and see, but one never knows…” Wes trailed off uncertainly.

“What do you think… could they become… normal again?” asked Rui.

“Maku!” (You’re just jealous of my strength!)

“Croc-Croconaw.” (What’s there to be jealous of? Your stupid squinty eyes, or your exceedingly large mass?)

“MAKU!” (That’s IT!) cried Makuhita, launching himself at Croconaw. Croconaw deftly dodged the attack, but Makuhita anticipated this and quickly changed direction, charging at Croconaw. Just before a full-on brawl ensured, both Pokemon found themselves frozen on the spot.

“Espeon…” (Behave, you two,) warned Espeon sternly.

“Maybe… but it’s probably too early to tell. However there’s the fact that you can discern Shadow Pokemon from normal ones, which means the shadow process is imperfect. And who’s to say that the shadow process is permanent?” said an oblivious Wes.

“I hope that’s the case,” replied an equally oblivious Rui, not noticing the scuffle between Wes’s new Shadow Pokemon.

“Maku!” (Stupid Espeon! Can’t you let me finish him?) demanded Makuhita.

“Croc…” (Quiet, you annoying incompetent thing,) sniffed Croconaw in a superior fashion.

“Umbre-Umbre!” (Why can’t we be friends, why can’t we be friends…?)

Wes suddenly seemed to remember that Makuhita and Croconaw were present. He kneeled down and turned to them.

“Hello, you two. As you may have guessed, I’m your new trainer. This is Espeon and Umbreon,” he said, nodding to Espeon and Umbreon. Makuhita gave Espeon a death stare, Croconaw pretended not to notice. Espeon seemed slightly amused by it all.

“Umbre!” (Oh calm down... you’re all acting like new born Bonsly.)

“Croc!” (You can talk, Mr. Moan-a-lot!) retorted Croconaw. Umbreon growled in response.

Wes sensed something was not right. He knew his own Pokemon well enough to get the gist of what they were saying - Espeon in particular was quite the translator being a psychic Pokemon. And although he was unfamiliar with Makuhita and Croconaw, he knew that his new Pokemon wouldn’t be winning the Nobel Prize for Peace anytime soon.

“Hungry?” he asked Makuhita and Croconaw, as he pulled out some Poke food from his bag.

Immediately the tension in the air evaporated, as Croconaw and Makuhita promptly forgot about their argument.

“Maku!” (Food? Stupid Trudly never fed me!)

“Naw!” (Finally somebody’s talking sense here!)

Wes smiled. He knew just how to solve a quarrel between Pokemon. He turned to Rui as Makuhita and Croconaw quickly finished their meals.

“How about we go for a late breakfast?” he asked.

“I was waiting for you to say that,” said Rui. “Although wouldn’t it be an early lunch?”

“No, I still say its called breakfast,” claimed Wes, recalling his shadow Pokemon into his Pokeballs, not quite trusting them to walk the streets of Pyrite without causing mayhem. After all, they were Shadow Pokemon, and if the goons from Cipher saw them, their cover would be blown.

“What’s wrong with calling it lunch? It’s late enough as it is,” queried Rui, as they left the abandoned hotel to search for somewhere to eat.

“What about… ‘brunch’?” offered Wes.

“‘Brunch’? What kind of name is that?” asked Rui sceptically.

***

Yet again, Pyrite town presented problems to Wes and Rui - Wes resorted to using his Pokemon to help search for a place to eat. They had split up - Rui and Espeon one way, and Wes and Umbreon the other way. They met up outside a closed PokeMart - with a sign on the door proclaiming that the owner had ‘Gone Fishing’ - where the owner would fish in the desert Wes had no idea. It didn’t seem that he would be back yet at any rate.

“Any luck?” asked Wes.

“No,” replied Rui. Wes noted that Rui was strangely distracted by a tall nearby lamppost randomly placed in the middle of town.

“What’s up with this place?” grumbled Wes. “No restaurants, no fast food takeaways - heck, there’s not even a shoddy kebab stand in sight!”

“Let’s ask,” decided Rui, walking up to a bystander. “Excuse me…” she began.

“ARRGH! Get away from me! You’re trying to hit me up for money, aren’t you?” accused the frightened man.

“Umm… no, I just want to know…” continued Rui, slightly frightened by this outburst herself.

“Well I’m NOT giving anyone any more money!” declared the man, running off. Rui blinked.

Just then, the old woman that had chased them the night previous opened her door to her house, shouted “Stop trying to sell me money!” and slammed the door shut.

“This town is… weird,” exclaimed Rui.

“It seems most people here are on edge. I don’t particularly blame them - judging the mess this town is in - and the police service…” trailed off Wes, referring to Johnson. “Is there anyone who is in charge here?” he wondered.

“Hey! I found a place!” declared Rui, reading a sign by a house near the town’s entrance. Wes went up to the sign which declared in large print:

PYRITE’S MOTHER’S FORTUNE TELLING

Have your future told - if you dare…

Special deal - free meal* with first reading


* - meal may be of questionable quality and variable quantity​

Wes scrutinised the notice. Frankly he did not go into the mysteries of the future all that much - especially after Espeon had once told him he would have been a good violinist. How very wrong was he. He also didn’t like the sound of the disclaimer at the bottom of the sign, but a meal was a meal.

“Espeon…” (I HAD told him ‘guitarist’, not ‘violinist’, but how he misunderstood me…) moaned Espeon, reading Wes’s thoughts, but commenting to no one in particular.

Rui was much more positive about the find, taken in to the mysterious dark interior of the house she could see through the windows.

“Doesn’t this look great? A meal and entertainment!” exclaimed Rui excitedly.

“Umm, yeah, sure - seems, um, ok…” muttered Wes, unable to cover up his lack of enthusiasm. Rui ignored this as she entered the house.

“GADZOOKS! Who dare enters this place?” demanded an elderly lady, clad in a brown cloak and overly-large glasses.

“Great, another weirdo…” muttered Wes. The woman noticed Wes, and stared at him, before letting loose a few profound metaphors.

“To find what you seek, you must first stop looking,” she declared.

“Uh-huh…” said Wes, unconvinced. “What about an Itemfinder?” challenged Wes.

“Umm… And to be truly strong, one must be truly weak!” stated the woman, avoiding Wes’s question.

“Uh-huh. Sure…” said Wes, with a look of disbelief on his face. Personally, he thought that to be strong, it took a lot of training and perseverance.

“Night is day, and gravity pulls things up,” continued the prophetic woman.

“WHAT?” retorted a confused and annoyed Wes.

“Shh, Wes, she’s a clairvoyant - she knows what she’s saying,” whispered Rui. “We’re here for the special deal…” she said, more loudly to the woman.

“Indeed. Welcome to my humble house. Please, sit down and eat.” The woman nodded to two chairs, which Wes strangely did not remember seeing before. He shrugged off that fact and sat down and devoured the offered meal of eggs and bacon, followed by a few croissants. The food was sufficient enough for both the hungry teens.

“Yes, you see, one seems to get more customers in this town if you offer food…” said the woman. “And one gets a more accurate reading if the customer is satisfied.”

“Sounds about right,” agreed Rui, feeling better already.

“Hmm… do any of you have any psychic Pokemon?” queried the woman.

“Espeon!” (That’s me!) exclaimed Espeon, who trotted forward and jumped elegantly onto the table with an air of superiority. Umbreon merely glared.

“Aha! I knew I felt some other presence here…” mumbled the woman. “Now before we begin…” the woman coughed and made the ‘give-me-money’ hand sign.

At least she has her priorities set straight, reflected Wes, slightly amused as he paid the wrinkled hag, who scrutinised the amount given to her. Satisfied, she promptly pulled a crystal ball out of nowhere and set it on the table.

“Is that a giant pearl?” asked Rui, amazed at the size of the colossal shiny object.

“Yes. It was found nearby here with a deceased Spoink - works better that way,” stated the woman mildly. “Now, both of you, hands on the pearl. Do you mind if I, ahem, use your Espeon for this? Only one gets a better reading with one’s psychic Pokemon helping and all.”

Wes shrugged - he didn’t particularly mind. He and Rui placed their hands on the smooth cold pearl.

“Through the power of the great Mew, I utter the words of great magical power: Abra, Kadabra, Alakazam!” cried the woman. Wes raised an eyebrow at the choice of words claimed to be words of ‘power’. Then he jumped - the Pearl’s see-through surface was suddenly clouded with swirling shapes.

“Hmm…” muttered the woman. She suddenly gave a loud gasp.

“What is it?” asked Rui curiously.

“Umm… oh, you will meet a tall dark stranger,” said the seer weakly. “Umm… that is all… you may leave now.”

Outside, Wes and Rui looked unimpressed. “That was a waste of a ‘reading’, but at least we ate well!” declared Wes.

“I’m a bit disappointed with it,” agreed Rui, as they went into town to explore, and hopefully solve the trouble with Cipher.

Inside the diviner’s house however, the woman was still staring at the pearl, seemingly trying to recover the secrets it held.

“So, they stand a decent chance to clear up this nasty business with the Shadows,” muttered the woman to the empty air. “So be it - and I do hope they succeed…”

***

Unaware of the fortune-teller’s knowledge of their quest, they walked on back through the town to their hotel rooms for a short rest - the hotel keeper was still absent.

“What shall we do now?” asked Rui. “Ask people about Team Cipher?

“Are you crazy? Nobody marches up to someone asking if they know anything about a criminal gang! What if they are part of Team Cipher? We might as well tie ourselves in a sack and go up to them shouting ‘Look at me! We have your Shadow Pokemon!’”

“All right, all right then!” interrupted Rui. “I get the picture. But how are going to find out about them?” she demanded.

“By being subtle and not arousing attention,” answered Wes. “We’ll just go sightseeing in the town-” Rui smirked at the thought that Pyrite had much to ‘sightsee’ “-for now, and see what we can pick up about Cipher the safe way. Listen to talk on the street, and lie low for the time being. Besides - I’ve worked with Team Snagem - I know how to do these things,” stated Wes.

“Fair enough - but what are we going to ‘sightsee’ today?”

“I guess we could have a look at the windmill and the Colosseum here - that should take up whatever is left of the day,” offered Wes

“Ok then - lead the way, Wes,” commanded Rui jokingly. As they walked out, however, they got a rude welcome - from a female teenager who eyed Wes approvingly.

“Look what we have here. You’re quite the hottie! Why not lose that wallflower with you and be my sweetie?” drawled the female. Wes with unease stepped back at this sudden turn, when Rui charged forward glaring at this newcomer.

“Wait a second! Who are you to call me a wallflower? What makes me a wallflower?”

“Aha! She’s all serious! Uncool! I’m only teasing out of boredom. A guy like him - not my taste,” mocked the teen.

“Gah! What is it with you? He’s my… I mean Wes! Be a man - stomp her down!” shouted Rui.

“Stomp? Who, me?” retorted the newcomer. “Ahaha! That’s a laugh! I’ll go easy on you... Hang on, where’d he go?” asked the girl. Rui turned - there was no sign of Wes, who had evidently chosen this moment to leave the dispute. Frowning furiously, she turned around, abruptly kicked the girl in the leg and marched off through a Pokemon battle, ignoring the cries of protest from the trainers and Pokemon alike.

“Hey! What’s that for?” demanded the girl, but Rui was already well on her way to the windmill.

***

She perfectly intercepted Wes at the entrance of the windmill, both of them arriving at the same time.

“Why did you leave then?” asked Rui.

“Umm… well, you see…” began Wes.

They were suddenly interrupted by some off-key singing emitted from the windmill. Wary of the slow-moving blades of the windmill, they entered.

“Thirty long years I’ve spun these gears! Thirty more years I’ll spin some more!” sung an aged grey-haired worker. His clothes were dirty and in tatters. Behind him a large arrangement of gears were spinning in an almost hypnotic fashion, the man controlling them with grubby hands.

“Umbre…Umbre…Umbre…” (Round and round and round…) muttered the dark-type Pokemon, moving his head in circles while trying to keep up with the speed of the gears.

The off-key singing worker then noticed the two newcomers and literally jumped at them in greeting.

"Hello! They call me the Chief around here! I monitor the gears here in the windmill!” boomed the employee.

“Erm, hello,” Rui said uncertainly.

“Come on, put some ‘oomph’ in that ‘Hello’!” demanded the man. “And remember, it’s CHIEF!” He then turned to Wes, cutting off any protest from Rui. “Welcome to the windmill!” re-established the man offering his hand for a handshake. Almost instantly, he pulled the hand back giving Wes no time to move.

“Hahaha, TOO SLOW!” laughed the man heartily, as if that was the most original and funniest joke in the world. Wes and Rui exchanged glances, Espeon looked at the man with the classic ‘what the…’ face, and then glanced at Umbreon, who was still observing the moving gears.

“Espi!” (Don’t you pay attention to anything that happens?) scorned Espeon.

“Umbreon,” (Hey, simple minds are easily amused,) Umbreon said, before turning back to the gears. Espeon sighed and gave Umbreon a push onto the gears. With a squeak of surprise, Umbreon found himself seated upon the gears moving at an incredible speed.

“Umbre!” (Arrgh! Getmeoffgetmeoffgetmeoff!) cried the Pokemon. Espeon merely laughed to itself and watched in amusement.

“Hey, are you interested in a job here?” asked the man suddenly.

“Not really,” admitted Wes.

“Chief,” added Rui hastily.

“Of course not! It takes a real expert to control these gears!” boasted the man, pointing at himself with an air of pride. “If you change your mind ‘bout having a career in gear spinning though, try for this job after twenty years of experience or so!” boomed the worker. To Wes’s and Rui’s dismay, he began to sing again.

“Thirty long years of cranking gears, thirty more years I’ll spin some more…”

Covering their ears, Wes and Rui walked out, with Espeon trotting behind.

“Umbre!” (Hey, don’t leave me!) cried Umbreon. Just then, the ‘Chief’ increased the speed of the gears. With a cry, Umbreon went flying off the gears, through the door, narrowly missed one of the blades of the windmill, and mercifully had his landing softened by an unknowing Espeon.

“Espi!” (Arrgh! Get off of me!) cried the startled Pokemon, as Umbreon staggered to his feet.

“Umbre-Umbreon!” (Well it’s your fault… ah, look at all the colours! Wee!) replied the dizzy Pokemon, stumbling into Espeon again. Wes heard the commotion, and seeing the two Pokemon, laughed.

"Oh dear, you two keep getting tangled up in something don’t you? Well, I’m not letting you cross the bridge in that state,” Wes told them, tilting his head in the direction of a shaky looking bridge of dubious quality. With that, he pulled out two Luxury Balls and returned Espeon and Umbreon to them, to the protests of both Pokemon.

“Where did you get those?” asked Rui in awe of the glittering Luxury balls. They were the image of comfort for Pokemon belonging to trainers – basically a better version of the Pokeball - but these were rare for any part of the Pokemon region, let alone Orre.

“I got them when I got those two,” responded Wes. “I had to… well, I mean, it cost me a fortune. Come on, let’s go see the Colosseum - with luck maybe we can catch some battles,” urged Wes, never one for waiting around too long.

***

The bridge was in fact rather stable, if only a bit wobbly. Wes strode confidently across if, with Rui following, with a bit less poise.

“Scared?” asked Wes, smiling at Rui’s worried look.

“Well I wouldn’t be if I could at least see what’s underneath me!” confessed Rui, as she safely reached the other side. She was right - whatever was underneath the bridge could not be seen - it was absolutely pitch black down there. Wes peered down the crevasse in awe of the sheer depth of it.

“There’s a town down there,” said a person standing nearby, approaching the two curious travellers.

“A town?” repeated Rui doubtfully.

“No, no, I’m not crazy,” denied the man hurriedly, seeing Rui’s and Wes’s faces. “The really is a town down there - it’s called ‘The Under’.”

“Pretty bad name,” observed Wes.

“Makes sense though,” said Rui, risking a look down the crevasse.

“You see, Pyrite was an old mining town,” explained the man. “But that was years ago - now there’s nothing left down there. However some people decided to stay down there. What’s it like down there is anyone’s guess…” he muttered, before walking off.

“Do you think there is a town down there? Who would live there?” Rui asked Wes.

“Hobos,” Wes absentmindedly answered. After a moment of staring at the invisible crack in the ground, he raised his hands to his mouth and hollered “Echo!”. The sound bounced off the rocky walls, giving a ghostly feel as the word came back to them and faded into the darkness below.

Echo.

Echo.

Echo.

Then a new sound emerged from below.

Shut up…

Shut up…

Shut up…

“Guess he was right,” said Wes to himself, surprised by the outcome. “Guess I annoyed someone… let’s go into the Colosseum for now…”

***

Inside the run-down building was a small reception area blocking off the entrance to the main battle arena. At least the floor was tiled, but the colour of them appeared to have faded away, and through the entry to the Colosseum Wes spied a run-down battle arena with patches missing from the roof of the building.

“Seems it’s closed for the day,” said Wes dejectedly.

This was confirmed a moment later as Wes overheard a conversation between a receptionist and a large towering man.

“So the next tournament will be on in three days, right?” asked the lady.

“I guess so. But I don’t like this business. What with all the rumours and all… Well, I’d better be going,” replied the muscular man with a grim frown plastered on his face.

“So will I. See you later, Duking.”

The man named Duking turned around and seeing Wes, gave an even bigger frown before leaving. The lady left a moment later, leaving Wes and Rui alone save for a random bystander left in the reception area.

“Nothing here - I think we’ll go back for now,” offered Rui. Just then, the bystander approached them. The tall ungainly man stumbled over to them, a large grin upon his face.

“Ya know that big guy there? Yah, he’s Duking,” he slurred.

“Are you drunk?” asked Rui, as the smell of alcohol reached her.

“That’s a silly question. I never drinks da stuffs,” denied the man, before he staggered and crashed into a wall. “Okay, maybes a littles bits…” he confessed.

“Yeah, well, good for you,” replied Wes.

“Yar, Duking runs the colomesum thingy,” added the man.

“Really?” asked Wes. “That’s interesting… do you think I should try this tournament? After all, they did mention that something’s strange…” he questioned Rui.

“I hope we don’t have to stay in this dump for so long,” replied Rui.

“Yar know, if you zoant to comply - I mean compel - I mean compliss… compete! That’s the word… anyways, you sees Duking, and he’ll makis it alls,” stuttered the drunk.

“Well, thank you,” said Wes politely.

“No problem-ey. Yes, Duking is da owner, and he had somnething to do with weighthifting as well. He could mift an entire Snorlax!” insisted the man.

“Somehow I doubt that… strong as he seems,” answered Rui.

“Well maybe a Pichu… I wish I could wins this… you know, the the the thingy…the…”

“What?” asked Wes, slightly annoyed now.

“Ah yes, the large cash prize but espicallys the strongily Pokemon they gave you…” blabbed the man, still unable to form words properly. His face suddenly brightened up. “Do you live in a house? I live in a house.”

“Pokemon?” asked Rui, ignoring the man’s ramblings.

“Cash prize?” asked Wes.

“Oh yess, they gave pokemans to winners recently. They are said to be straighter and butter... Cail won it last. Stupid Cail and his win-win Mc victories...”

“What?” asked Rui, confused.

“I think he meant ‘stronger and better’,” guessed Wes. “What about the money?” he added, before getting a poke from Rui.

“Oh, it’s three grand… or four grand, or something-and-rather.” Wes’s eyes light up. “’Course, the entry cost is five hundred smazzules…” added the man, to Wes’s dismay, who assumed ‘smazzules’ meant ‘money’.

“Well let’s go,” said Rui. “Cail is that guy by the entrance, right? Let’s ask him about it.”

“Ok. Thanks, man,” said Wes as he bade the drunken man goodbye. “I doubt it could be a Shadow, but it might mean something big is going on…”

“Hey, I know who you are!” proclaimed the drunk. Wes froze - if he knew what he did to Team’s Snagem’s base, their cover was blown.

“…You’re what’s-his-face… I nows! Superman!” stated the drunk, still finding it hard to walk or talk straight.

“Okay…” said Wes relieved and annoyed at the same time. He and Rui continued on their way back to the entrance of the town to confront Cail.

“Best gets meself home,” said the man, before falling unconscious on the spot - alcohol had gotten the better of him. It was just as well - in his past state he would have never been able to cross the bridge without falling.

***

“Hey look, the shop’s open now,” remarked Wes as they neared the Poke Mart on their way back to the hotel.

“Better go there later though,” commented Rui, noticing the long line of customers by the shop.

‘Hey, HEY! You two! Stop walking through the square!” shouted a bystander.

“Oh, sorry,” apologised Wes. He and Rui had walked right through the middle of a large painted circle were some Pokemon trainers were jeering at each other, occasionally having battles. Rui noticed that she had earlier walked through here - she blushed at the memory.

“Yes - sorry for that. I’ll try to pay more attention,” vowed Rui.

“Hey, come on now - that isn’t how you apologise here!” retorted the man. Seeing Wes’s and Rui’s faces, he continued, “Are you new here?”

Wes nodded. “Yes - we’ve come for - umm, for a short while. Just arrived yesterday…”

“Oh well. Well, this is what we call Pyrite Square - or Duel Square. Here is where the Pokemon battlers turn up. And if something happens that somebody doesn’t disagree with something - it’s resolved with a wager and a battle,” explained the man.

“And interrupting our battles by walking through the middle is one of those disagreeable things,” added another nearby person, none too friendly.

Wes smiled - he was familiar with the ways of street life, especially the ‘codes of law’, as they were commonly known as in such towns across various regions, especially in Orre. He hadn’t encountered it for a while, as he had been with Team Snagem until recently, but it came rushing back to him.

“What can I say?” Wes shrugged. “I’ll battle then - how much are the wagers here?”

“$300 - plus any extra from the crowd if they’re impressed,” answered the man with a grin.

“You’re on,” said Wes. When wagers and battle were concerned, he didn’t care about the price, especially as he ended up winning more times that not. Noticing that Rui was confused, he moved to reassure her. “Never mind - it’s just a battle,” he reassured. “Better just stay to the sides and watch - I’ll win soon enough,” he instructed confidently. Rui nodded and moved off as Wes walked into one half of the circle - the man into the other.

“My name’s Vant by the way - your’s?” asked his opponent, taking off a gray jacket.

“Wes.”

“Ok. I’ll even give you an advantage - three Pokemon for you, two for me, though you can only have two out at one time. Double battle. Agreed?” challenged Vant.

Wes grinned even more - clearly Vant was confident of a win. “All right then. Your loss. Go, Umbreon and Espeon!” he cried, sending out his respective Pokemon.

“Nice Pokemon,” remarked Vant. “Go, Zigzagoon and Misdreavus!”

Zigzagoon, the ever-so-common normal type gave a small growl anticipating the battle. However, Wes surveyed the Misdreavus, which would normally be considered more of a threat. Ghost-types were generally tough fighters, and as a rule they were not to be underestimated.

This ghost Pokemon was the image of a levitating black and purple head and neck - the typical scary look ghost types had. It oddly enough also had a necklace around its neck, which twirled around the neck of the Pokemon.

“Zigza!” (We’ll beat you smelly Pokemon!)

“Espeon!” (Smelly? You’re original with your taunts, aren’t you?) ridiculed Espeon.

“Misdreavus.” (You have no chance of winning…) giggled the Misdreavus softly in a bone-chilling way.

“Umbre…” (Ok-ay then… you might be disappointed though,) retorted Umbreon.

“Zigzagoon, start off with a Tackle on Espeon!” declared Vant after the Pokemon and finished playing mind games. The small Pokemon charged forward at a quick speed towards Espeon.

“Block it, Umbreon!” countered Wes, without missing a beat. Umbreon intercepted Zigzagoon’s run with ease, and roughly bumped it back into the opposite direction. Wes decided to go quickly on the counter-attack, when suddenly he and Vant were interrupted by Rui.

“Wes - the Misdreavus - it’s… it’s… SHADOW!!!” cried Rui, to the dismay of the spectators who covered their ears in pain at the volume of Rui’s shout.

“Shadow? WHAT?” asked Wes in sheer disbelief. Another shadow Pokemon? What’s going on?

“Bugger - how did you know it was a Shadow?” asked Vant. “I was planning on giving him a surprise…Never mind - I’ll win anyway! Misdreavus, Shadow Ball on Espeon!”

The black and purple ghost type gave a hiss and gave a midair somersault, summoning a black sphere of energy. In a matter of seconds the black blob had grown to the size of the ghost Pokemon, spinning in front of Misdreavus. Suddenly it flew at an astonishing pace towards Espeon.

“Quick, dodge!” cried Wes, still distracted by the news that Misdreavus was a Shadow Pokemon. However Espeon was caught out by the attack before it could jump to safety and cried out in pain as the ball of dark energy engulfed him, before dissipating away.

“Misdreavus!” (Haha, direct hit! No chance!) Rui gave out another gasp.

“Wes, Misdreavus’s aura… it’s turned… red?” shouted Rui confused at this change.

Vant smiled. “Zigzagoon - Tackle again!” he commanded.

“Umbreon - block it!” shouted Wes. Umbreon dived right in front of the smaller Pokemon and blocked it again.

“Now - Misdreavus - Shadow Rush!” yelled Vant. With a sense of despair, Wes realised that Zigzagoon’s attack was a trick - with Umbreon pulled in, Espeon was left exposed.

“Espeon, Confusion!” ordered Wes, hoping to make Misdreavus reel back in pain of the psychic attack. Espeon tilted his head and directed its psychic power at the charging Misdreavus, scoring a direct hit.

Only, the Shadow Misdreavus continued and made direct contact with Espeon with its charge, knocking it out.

Wes was shocked. “But it was… Espeon damaged it…”

“Ah yes, but it was in Hyper state,” pointed out Vant. “You may not know it, but if a Shadow Pokemon enters that state, it gets stronger and doesn’t notice much, such as an attack. That’s why she went going, and as she was in Hyper State; its attack was more powerful. You’ve got a long way to go to beating me!” taunted Vant.

Wes frowned - he remembered now. Shadow Pokemon tended to do that sometimes. Vant seemed to know too much about Shadow Pokemon, and the fact he had one was… well, suspicious. Team Snagem people knew about such technicalities, but the general public should – by all rights – know only that Shadow Pokemon existed. Wes decided to venture the dangerous option.

“Do you work for Cipher?” Wes asked.

“Cipher? No, why would I join a group with a name like that? No, my Shadow Pokemon was a prize. Since I won the Colosseum challenge and all,” explained Vant.

“Wait, hang on a second… the Pokemon prize you get… is a Shadow Pokemon?” asked Wes.

“Oh sure. Most of us have one now though,” claimed Vant. Many of the bystanders nodded their agreement. Rui looked shocked at this new development. “But hey - stop talking, and get on with it!” urged Vant.

“Um… sure,” answered Wes. So Team Cipher has multiple Shadow Pokemon… and they give them away to strong trainers? Something’s wrong… very wrong… Wes thought, before shaking his head. Snap out of it… I need to win this and get that Misdreavus… who should I use? Makuhita may hurt someone in his angry, and I don’t want that…

"Go, Croconaw!” he commanded. He threw the Pokeball out onto the field, and Croconaw emerged, giving a rough growl and kicking up dirt.

“Croc!” (A Zigzagoon? Pfft!) stated Croconaw, glaring arrogantly at the opposition.

“Okay, Croconaw… try a Water Gun!” ventured Wes.

Croconaw stared at Wes blankly.

“Umbre…” (Oh dear - you can’t do that?)

“Croconaw!” (Quiet! I cannot remember such a move! Your trainer’s probably crazy!) insulted an annoyed Croconaw.

“Umbreon!” (Don’t you DARE insult master!)

“Calm down, you two! You don’t know Water Gun?” asked Wes. Croconaw shrugged as he dodged an attack from Zigzagoon and managed to swipe it with its claws.

“Okay then, follow up with another Scratch!” urged Wes. Croconaw gave the same blank look.

“But you…” began Wes, glancing at his P*DA to see Croconaw’s attacks. The gadget quickly scanned Croconaw with a red ray, and returned the results of the analysis as Croconaw blinked in annoyance. “Hey - only one attack? Oh well… Croconaw, Shadow Rush on the Misdreavus, Umbreon, Bite on Zigzagoon!”

“Dodge it, Zigzagoon!” cried Vant, but Umbreon’s attack was too quick as he bit Zigzagoon in the leg and tossed him away into a wall. Meanwhile, Croconaw lumbered forward and charged right at Misdreavus. His target gave a ghostly laugh and disappeared, reappearing behind Croconaw before it used a Shadow Rush of its own. Laughing, it gave a wicked grin as Croconaw fell down from the impact.

“You have a Shadow Pokemon too?” asked Vant, confused. “Never mind - it’s doesn’t seem to know anything but Shadow Rush - it’s no match for my one! Misdreavus, finish it!” instructed Vant. Misdreavus gave another ghostly laugh as it fired up another pulsing Shadow Ball.

“Umbre!” (Get up, Croconaw!) cried Umbreon. Noticing that Croconaw was too limp to move, he shook his head and decided to take matters in his own hands. He charged at the Zigzagoon head on.

Wes realised what was going on. “Ok then. Croconaw! Jump up and get near Zigzagoon!” he urged desperately.

At Wes’s order, Croconaw struggled and jumped a short distance into the air and landed clumsily on his feet, lumbering towards Zigzagoon unsteadily. The movement distracted Misdreavus, and delayed it as it turned directly towards Croconaw. Meanwhile the hurt Zigzagoon tried its best to limp away from Umbreon, but Umbreon anticipated the Pokemon’s weak effort and picked it up between his teeth like a rag doll. It then in one movement sprang in front of Croconaw, using the smaller Pokemon as a shield, more for Croconaw than anything else.

“Croc…” (You’re risking yourself to protect me?) asked Croconaw in surprise, stopping short.

Umbreon gave a muffled response, due to Zigzaoon’s leg being in his mouth, but Croconaw got the gist of the reply - ‘It’s nothing’. Croconaw nodded his head in agreement, having new-found respect for the dark type.

Vant nodded his head in acknowledgement of the move. “Nice idea. Misdreavus, hold back the attack!”

But Misdreavus was too far into hyper state as it fired the ball of energy. It struck Zigzagoon directly, narrowly missing Umbreon. The raccoon Pokemon gave a small weak yelp of pain - normal types could survive ghost-typed attacks, but from such close range from an angry Shadow Pokemon, it didn’t stand a chance. Misdreavus gave a look which might be interpreted as a twinge of regret, but it quickly vanished as it glared angrily at Umbreon and Croconaw.

“Zigza…” (But why…) it moaned, before fainting. Vant shakily returned it to its Pokeball.

“Wes… now Croconaw’s aura turned red!” said Rui warningly.

“Must be in hyper state then…” muttered Wes, making the link. “Umbreon! Croconaw? Ready to win?”

“Umbreon!” (Oh yes - this’ll be revenge for hurting Espeon!)

“Naw!” (I’ve had it with that thing - of course!)

“Good - Croconaw - Shadow Rush!” instructed Wes. Misdreavus laughed - it dodged it before - it can do so again. Just as Croconaw got close, it disappeared and emerged behind it again.

“Umbreon - now!” shouted Wes. Misdreavus felt the teeth of Umbreon in the back of its neck and shrieked in pain. Umbreon had sneaked up behind it and attacked it with a Bite attack. He held on for a few seconds, before letting go, just a split second before Croconaw clashed with Misdreavus head on with a Shadow Rush attack from the opposite direction. The Ghost Pokemon gave another cry of pain as it fell to the crowd limply, losing its levitating ability. It was still in the battle, but only just as it struggled to rise from the ground.

“I think that’s enough…” began Vant conceding defeat, but stopped mid-sentence as he noticed what Wes was doing. He had put a Pokeball into some weird machine on his arm - funny how he didn’t notice it beforehand. And then he threw the Pokeball…

…right at Misdreavus.

As the ball made contact, Misdreavus was sucked into the small capsule and the ball started wobbling. A few seconds later, it stopped and as the ball gave a small flash, it came to rest.

Wes moved to bend down and pick it up. As he stood up, he noticed that all of the audience were staring at him, especially Vant who had an angry scowl on his face. It dawned on Wes that maybe snagging someone’s Pokemon in a public place was not the best idea - especially an innocent person’s Pokemon. He smiled weakly at the crowd.

“Guess the wager’s off, then?” he asked. Then, to Rui, he added “Run!”

***

Johnson was glad with himself. He had successfully kept Pyrite in order single-handedly for another day, defeating numerous ruffians and scoundrels alike – he didn’t even have to fit him, as they had cowered way in fright of his sparking blue police uniform. Not to mention that he had told off that small kid who had dropped a small apple core. Oh, that boy sure did get a good lecture on money and littering…

The police officer walked up to a small statue lying in disarray by the sides of the main pathway. He looked around carefully before speaking to it.

“So, do you know what happened yesterday in the PokeMart at 5:00pm?” he demanded.

The statue unsurprisingly was silent.

“Oh yeah? Nothing to say?” persisted the officer. A person walking past glanced at him, rolled his eyes, and walked off.

The statue remained silent.

“Well, I’ll let you off. I’m watching you though!” said Johnson, brushing his hands. Yep, I sure am the best policeman around here, he thought to himself. Johnson had the unfortunate habit of talking to himself and pretending to be enforcing the law in public. He began to walk off to harass another piece of rubbish, when he noticed a pebble shaking on the ground.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Johnson. The pebble to his horror ignored him and started shaking harder, and even jumped a few centimetres from the ground. Johnson realised that the ground was shaking as well, before falling to his knees.

Then he heard a noise from behind him - quiet at first, before it grew louder. He turned to see two people being chased by a mob down the street. Unintelligible words were shouted in his direction - something about ‘stealing’, ‘Snagem’, and ‘kill him’.

Johnson put on a brave face and stood up straight, facing the angry mob which had been gaining on the two victims. He raised a hand towards them.

“Stop!” he shouted.

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t work. The mob collided with him, and the world went topsy-turvy.

***

“Sorry for causing the mess and all. It’s my fault,” began Wes. He and Rui were now in a prison cell. They had been caught by the crowd, who had gone mad in anger and outrage at him. If there was a golden rule in the Pokemon world it was this - never, ever get caught stealing someone’s Pokemon. That’s why Rui and Wes had been chased, mistaken for part of Team Snagem. And, as Wes grimly thought, who would believe that they had done it for a good purpose, not a bad one?

They had been in the lead but already that had been shortened significantly. Wes had recalled his Pokemon to his Pokeballs - he knew that they would be no match for an angry mob. They were caught by the crowd near the entrance - Wes vividly remembered that the inept Johnson had been caught up by the mob as well, and unsurprisingly was also a victim of the mob’s rage.

He and Rui had gained a few bruises in the first few seconds, but luckily before it got any worse, Wes faintly recalled a man commanding ‘Stop!” in such a way it had froze everyone in their tracks. Then everyone had shifted away quietly and quickly. Wes didn’t remember much after that, only that now they were imprisoned, and would now have a criminal record added to their names. It looked like it was all over.

“Never mind - it’s not your fault,” sighed Rui softly. “Remember - we’re in this together,” she added more firmly, giving a weak smile to Wes. Wes returned it and squeezed her hand - more to comfort her than him, of course.

Wes’s Pokemon had been confiscated and placed in the police force’s hands - Wes was surprised that there was actually a ‘force’ that kept the town in order. Seems it had finally made itself evident – just as well for them then, but maybe not for the not-so-distant future.

“Well, looks like it’s all over, unfortunately,” Wes sighed. “So much for us stopping Team Snagem and Cipher… man,” Wes chuckled. “If one heard our story…”

“Oh, I’m listening,” a voice sounded from the darkness of the shadows surrounding the cell. Wes jumped up in surprise, trying to make out the shape before him. “So, you know something about Snagem and Cipher, eh?”

***


I hope you enjoyed it. And for those who played the game - did you see the last part coming?

And for the events/characters in this chapter and in the game:

- The 'drunk guy' was merely a person outside the Colosseum in Pyrite, who conveniently tells you that they give away 'strong Pokemon like Cail's (read: Shadow Pokemon), before hurriedly telling you to 'forget what he just said'.
I thought nobody is that stupid, so in order to keep it amusing and 'explain' this event, I came up with 'drunk man' (also known as Tom).

- The guy in the windmil is a NPC in the game, who sings a lot. He has a tiny part in the game plot, which you will see later in this fic. Works for Duking, who is a muscled man how features a LOT in the game, as well as XD.
The windmill in the game only powers up the Colosseum, but I though that that was a bit of a waste considering there was a whole town - hence, the town depends on the windmill. Minor tidbit I suppose

- Fortune teller is an NPC who sits in a house in Pyrite - occassionly 'reads' your future which has something vaguely to do with a future event. Pretty bland character in my books in the game.

- Johnson - he's a random irrelevant and dumbly-protrayed character in the game. He also collides with you at times, mistakes you for someone, and proceeds to tell you a LOT of classified information, before realising his mistake.

- Vant and Cail are two of the many trainers in the town, that battle you if you talk to them. Cail's a bit more important in the game than Vant, but... meh.
In both Colosseum and XD, none of the trainers react in any way if you steal their shadow Pokemon. VERY unrealistic. Hence the mob chase.

- Also two other random NPC's are in the chapter - namely the guy who 'refused' to give Rui money - in the game he does reveal a bit more than his woes with having to give people money - and the 'Stop Selling Me Stuff' lady - she stays in a house and asks why you want to sell her stuff if you talk to her, before asking 'Why would I want that?'. Pretty amusing at times.

 

[bobandbill]

And here's the next chapter. Any comments? They would be appreciated, but can't make anyone. (Or...can I?) :P

Mostly a plot setting chapter. It's advisable to read everyting in detail, as a few rather subtle jokes may be missed...
Enjoy the chapter, the pastry, and a reference to Pikmin 2 - can YOU find it?

Prison Cells and a new friend?​

“Who… are you?” asked Wes, still peering at the man to get a better look. Suddenly the lights were turned on - Wes covered his eyes, his retinas burning. His eyes recovered in due course however, and he looked up to see the stranger’s face.

The man before him was aged - Wes guessed that he was in his fifties, maybe even his sixties - the evidence that the man had passed his use-by date was evident in his gray, disappearing hair and a thick bushy pale-gray moustache that looked as though a thunderstorm had recently passed through that region. However, this man’s frame did not in the slightest suggest that he was old and frail - everything about his posture said that here was a man not to be messed with.

“Err... hi there,” Rui said nervously.

“So, what’s with this stuff you’ve been talking about Team Snagem, eh?” replied the man gruffly, ignoring Rui’s attempt at a friendly greeting. “You do know that stealing other people’s Pokemon is a criminal offence, hm?”

“Well, you see…” began Wes. However, Rui butted in.

“Well, two days ago I was walking in Pyrite town because I was on a bus trip and I was to see my grandparents - they live in a tree - and then I saw this Pokemon and it had an aura and it was scary and then I said something and then two people chased me and I collided with a- well never mind about that - they caught me and kidnapped me and put me in a sack and they took me to Phenac city were Wes - that’s him - he rescued me and he used to work with Snagem and he’s good now and then we saw the mayor of Phenac city and we said he would help us and then later we say Team Snagem people and then Wes beat them and their Pokemon went boom and then I was angry at someone - funny, I don’t remember much then - and then we went back to the mayor’s house and we saw a crazy man who had a lot of hair and he danced a lot and had salsa music and he said we worked for team Cipher and then the two people who kidnapped me were there and they battled Wes and he won because he’s a wonner - I mean winner - and then Wes snagged a Shadow Pokemon - they are the Pokemon with the funny aura - and then we left for Pyrite and battled some guy who spoke random things and…”

“Slow down Rui…” interrupted Wes, unable to muster anything to avert Rui’s story.

“… and then Wes battled him as well and he also had a Shadow Pokemon and Wes snagged it too and it was odd that Team Cipher - whoever they are - have two Shadow Pokemon so we went to Pyrite and the next day - that’s today - we walked around and then Wes battled a trainer and he also had a Shadow Pokemon and I went ‘SHADOW!!!’. And Wes snagged it and then they chased us and now we’re in jail and please don’t reprehend us because I hate getting reprehended and what would my parents say and we didn’t want to steal Pokemon but it was Shadow and we’re trying to stop Cipher, and… yeah.”

Wes sighed as Rui panted after her long speech. The man’s face was warped into confusion as he tried to figure out what Rui actually said. Wes would have laughed at the situation were they not in a jail.

“All right then…” said the man at length. “Might as well give you a chance to properly tell me your side of it-” Rui blushed at this remark “-from what I can make out of that tale, it’s an interesting one. Not to mention that the fact that you have the Snag machine that’s gone missing from Team Snagem’s base is intriguing. Come to my office.” He unlocked the jail door, and motioned for Wes and Rui to follow him.

“Name’s Sherles, by the way. I’m the sheriff of this dismal excuse of a town,” he added.

***

After a lengthy ‘interrogation’, involving a lot of talking, questioning and the occasional toilet break, Sherles was satisfied with the story.

“Well,” he began, sticking his head into the room after having left for a coffee, “looks like your story holds. I’ve contacted some, ahem, people in Phenac and the Outskirt Stand, and it seems that there’s truth in it. Ah, who did you say kidnapped you, young lady?”

“Oh, their names were Folly and Trudly,” she answered.

“Yes, that’s right. My memory sometimes fails me…” trailed off Sherles. Wes doubted that there was anything wrong with his memory - his thoughts were confirmed when two men walked through the door, with Sherles in tow.

“I’m telling ya, we didn’t do nothing…. YOU!” gasped Folly, seeing Wes and Rui. Trudly and Folly were escorted by Sherles into the room. Sherles gave Folly an amused look.

“I mean… YOU…. Um… aren’t you on T.V. or something?” stuttered Folly weakly.

“Hello Folly,” replied Rui, grinning. Folly frowned, and then winced as Trudly whacked him in the head.

“Why couldn’t you keep your trap shut…” began Trudly.

“Quiet!” commanded Sherles in a no-nonsense voice. Trudly and Folly immediately fell silent.

“Now,” continued Sherles “I want you to tell me all you know about Snagem and Cipher. Spill the beans!”

“Um… but we don’t have anything to tell you about Cipher or Snagem or Miror B…” began Trudly.

“AHA! So Miror B’s on this, is he?” advanced Sherles. It was Trudly’s time to receive a knock on the head.

“You know of Miror B?” Wes asked Sherles suddenly, confused. “But I thought…”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, son. And from your story, it seems much worse. However,” said Sherles, turning to Folly and Trudly, “we can start fixing things by turning these two in. I guess Miror B will be… displeased to hear that you have failed him…”

“OK WE GIVE IN!” cried Folly and Trudly as one.

“Please don’t do that!” pleaded Folly in desperation.

“All right, alright, calm down…” reassured Sherles. “You’ll be kept here and we’ll keep it quiet - only you’ve got to tell us about Cipher and Snagem, and anything else relevant. Or else,” warned Sherles leaving the sentence unfinished. Folly and Trudly nodded - they may have the intellectual capabilities of a Magikarp, but they understood a threat when they heard one.

With that, Sherles led Folly and Trudly out of the room back into their cells. He returned a few minutes later.

“Interestingly enough, those two had turned themselves in for stealing a vehicle. Despite the fact it belonged to them, they insisted upon being arrested... so, where to begin. You know that Snagem steal Pokemon, and that they turn them into Shadow Pokemon, right?” began Sherles, wasting no time.

“Yes - although I don’t know how or anything like that,” Wes said.

“Well, here’s a shock for you - it’s actually Cipher that does the whole shadowing process.”

It took a moment for the news to sink in for Wes.

“But that can’t be right…” began Wes uncertainly. “I mean… even Gonzap said…”

“Ah, that’s the thing,” continued Sherles. “You see, the police service near Team Snagem’s base actually caught one of the higher-ranking officials of Snagem - partly thanks to you, might I add. Didn’t want to talk much, from what I heard - although after getting some truth serum, he opened up pretty quickly.”

Wes raised an eyebrow - truth serum potion, (created from acids produced by the poisonous plant Pokemon Gloom) was only used for high-profile cases, due to the possibility of side effects taken place, such as nausea, loss of bone density and uncontrollable episodes of impromptu break dancing.

“Anyway,” continued Sherles, “it turns out that instead of stealing and making Shadow Pokemon, they’ve had a partnership with Team Cipher, who did that job for them. You didn’t know, because you were just a… grunt, let’s say, and Snagem kept this information from all but the most trusted.”

“...Cipher? Who the hell are they anyway?” managed Wes.

“Unfortunately, we don’t know,” sighed Sherles. “They’ve just... appeared out of the blue. However it seems that they’ve been biding their time, only appearing now, giving Shadow Pokemon left right and centre. Why I don’t know, and how they managed to hide resources from us is also a mystery. And all this time we’ve thought that Snagem were doing small-time stuff - oh sure,” he added, seeing Wes’s face grow in puzzlement, “we thought they might be making Shadow Pokemon – and everyone suspected it, but we couldn’t find any evidence. Seems that it had lied with Cipher all this time.”

“Fair enough,” began Rui, “But why do innocent people have Shadow Pokemon?”

“Well, recently, Team Cipher moved into Pyrite, along with Miror B, who might be a high-ranking official, or even the boss, I don’t know. Things changed then.” Sherles’ face was for a moment sad. “Cipher hides somewhere so we can’t find them, they’ve practically taken over the town, Duking’s never been the same since as the Colosseum’s gone out of his hands, and all I’ve got is that idiot Johnson.”

Just then, ‘that idiot Johnson’ burst into the room and collided with Sherles, Rui and Wes - an impressive effort considering they had been in different parts of the rooms. Johnson leapt to his feet and turned to Wes.

“Owowow… I’m sorry boss, but there’s trouble afoot! There’s talk of thieving of Pokemon and Shadow Pokemon and I hurt my head because people ran over me…. HUH? You’re not the chief…” commented Johnson, realizing that he was talking to a complete stranger.

“I’m right here Johnson… I’ve heard it over and over again already. Where were you anyway?” said an annoyed Sherles.

“Oh chief, there you are! You’re such a kidder. Ahaha. Well, I had been talking to a stat… I mean, the PokeMart owner, when…” began the inept officer uncertainly.

“Quiet, Johnson.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Now, these two people are the ones who got arrested over the alleged stealing. But they’ve been cleared.”

“Who?”

Sherles sighed.

Half an hour of explaining later…

“So, they’re good guys. Or are they bad?”

“NO! I told you for the twelfth time!” cried Sherles. Wes and Rui were watching the whole time from a couch, seeing just how far Johnson’s thinking capabilities stretched. It wasn’t very far.

“So they are bad?”

Sherles slapped his own head in exasperation.

Another half an hour of explaining and general groans of despair later, Johnson understands.

“So… what’s going to happen with Wes and Rui?” asked Johnson.

“Wow, Johnson. I’m impressed. An intelligent question,” muttered Sherles under his breathe.

“What was that, boss?”

“Err, nothing. Anyway, it is a big dilemma… on the one hand; Wes did destroy the building, putting many people’s lives at risk, and was caught in the act of stealing someone’s Pokemon, a high court offence no matter which way you look at it. Pity that Pyrite has no real legal system to speak of.”

Wes gulped.

“However… we may drop charges, IF he and Rui agree to help us on this case regarding Cipher. After all, they did get told some classified information.” Sherles gave Wes a long deep stare, which Wes matched.

“Oh, no need to bother, boss. Me and my trusty Magikarp will save the day!” announced Johnson confidently. Needless to say, neither Sherles nor Wes bothered to point out that a Pokemon that only knows Splash would probably not be able to stand up to two criminal syndicates.

“Well, I guess that we have no other choice, do we?” answered Wes at length.

“Good. Welcome aboard,” replied Sherles, glancing through the small window. “We do have one glaringly large problem however. It seems that the town want justice of some sort… we can’t drop charges and set you free, as you’ll won’t be much help here if half the town wants to kill you… I mean, just run you out of town,” he added, seeing Rui’s horrified face.

“Maybe... they should give everyone a BIG hug and say sorry over some hot chocolate? Usually works,” offered Johnson.

“Johnson?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe…” began Rui. “We can convince them that we’re innocent.”

After some conversing, Sherles and Wes agreed to go with Rui’s plan.

***

Outside the prison, a large crowd was gathering despite an impeding storm cloud looming over Pyrite. News of the theft of Vant’s Pokemon had spread and soon enough everyone who had heard the story had come to the initial hearing.

Initial hearings in Pyrite town involved a summary of what the offending party was charged with, often accompanied with overly loud booing from the audience. Then the audience would decide what the harshest penalty could be given for the offender if proven guilty. The person would be sent to court in a few days time, in the meanwhile kept in dull shabby prisons with nothing to accompany them but the occasional Rattata which scourged the city for scraps. Leastways, it was intended that they would go to jail for a few days – sometimes the people who had been convicted of harsh crimes didn’t make it there directly.

To the dismay of some who lived in Pyrite, the death penalty was considered null and void but many older ones still remained.

“I hope they get all that they deserved,” muttered Vant to someone who was the kind to be only seen when something interesting was happening.

“What’s the maximum punishment?” he asked.

“Loss of a limb,” replied Vant.

“Ouch.” A moment of reflection insured. “Which one?”

“Oh… probably the left one, since it’s the one with that strange machine upon it.”

“Hmm, I see. In that case, I call dibs on it.”

“No way - I called for it first!” cried another. Soon enough, the whole crowd was arguing over a left arm - not even a loud cry of ‘Stop selling me arms!’ from the paranoid lady down the street quietened them down.

The appearance of Sherles did however. Wes looking from the window noted that Sherles held the town’s respect, which was further proof that the old man knew what he was doing as sheriff.

“People, lend me your ears.”

“Eh, wot?” asked one. “Tis’ attached to me, they are.”

“It was a figure of speech, son,” said Sherles coldly. The man quietened down.

“Now then, I know why you are here. The answer to why and how this injustice came to be,” several cheered for a few seconds, and then piped down, “is right…there.” Sherles pointed to two Pokemon which walked out of the prison office next to him. The whole town stared intently at the two in confusion.

“Now!” said Sherles, but the crowd ignored his sudden command. It probably had to do with the fact that both Pokemon were focusing their psychic powers on the crowd, forcing them to maintain eye contact with the Pokemon, before their eyes were forced towards the heavens. As the two Pokemon merged powers, they directed their focus towards the sky. Gradually, distortions of the air dissected the hanging clouds, resulting in giant waves of colour rippling across the dark night sky, with the stars glistening in the light show, enhanced by a drizzle of rain beginning to fall.

“Ohhhhh… shiny…” droned the crowd as one. Sherles observed the light show in silent awe. A few minutes later, the rippling slowly ceased as the two Pokemon collapsed to the ground out of exhaustion. Soon after, the large crowd broke out of its trace.

“Wha… where am I?” muttered one.

“Strange… I feel that I should be… angry about losing something…” said Vant. “But that’s silly - hmm, I don’t remember anything since this afternoon…”

“I have a strange lust for someone’s left arm…” remarked another.

After a few murmurs of confusion, the crowd fell silent as they tried to figure out where they were, why they were gathered around the prison and continued to stand in rain that was increasing in heaviness, why Sherles was dragging two Pokemon back into the prison, and who they were.

“Hey, let’s go eat some quiche,” one suggested at length.

“I like quiche!” agreed another.

The crowd soon wandered off to get some quiche - an idea that greatly appealed to the citizens of Pyrite. Quiche was the town’s emblem, as the original founders of the town hadn’t been able to think of anything more relevant to use.

Meanwhile, Wes recalled his Espeon, while Sherles recalled his psychic Pokemon, an Alakazam.

“I must say, your Espeon was quite good at holding out so long. Must have been quite a drain on them to convince the whole town that you and Rui never existed,” commented Sherles with respect.

“I can say the same thing about your Alakazam,” replied Wes. “I think they’ll just need a good night rest.”

“Wasn’t my idea great Wes? To wipe the town’s memories? I hope they’re all right but… both the town and Espeon, I mean,” began Rui.

“Um, yeah, great idea. I’m sure they’ll be fine,” comforted Wes, as Rui beamed happily.

“Umbre…” (They don’t know half of it…) commented Umbreon to himself, recalling that Espeon had done the same thing to Rui, who did not recollect the event. Meanwhile he worryingly checked on Espeon, and was satisfied to see that the strain had not been too much on his brother.

***

“Strange… did you see that?” comment a young woman from a window in a tall-story building. She swore that she saw bright lights fade in the sky just a moment ago…

“What? No, I didn’t. Be quiet Ferma - you might interrupt… him, and we want that promotion, remember?” hushed the other. They glanced to see if he heard - but Miror B was too absorbed in dancing to a salsa beat that played itself over and over again, yet never seemed boring.

Suddenly, a large T.V. behind them that occupied the width and length of a wall gave a few beeps, and then flickered.

“Great! That’s probably him!” cried Miror B. “Quick - song change!” Silently, the second female - by the name of Reath - walked over to the nearby radio and with a sigh changed the song - a sort of tune that was a mix of meditation and your typical elevator music. It strangely gave a peaceful yet catchy sound compared to the once upbeat party-like atmosphere.

Miror B nodded his appreciation at the song change. He grabbed a remote from a table and selected a button. The T.V. screen turned red, and then faded away into a televised transmission of a man that wore a red, skirt-like thing, had long white hair and had the appearance of an ugly, poisonous flower.

He was the same man who Wes had bumped into outside the mayor’s house in Phenac city.

“I trust things are going according to plan, Miror B?” he asked.

“Oh yes, Master Nascour,” answered Miror B enthusiastically. “Our plan is coming along in a lovely peachy-lemon way.”

“Eh, what was that? And what’s with the happy music?” asked Nascour, not used to Miror B’s jolly mood.

“Honestly, don’t you ever have to not have things spelt out to you in a means other than depressive?” replied Miror B. He used the remote to change the music to something more suiting to Nascour’s taste, a darker tone of music engulfing the room. Ferma and Reath shivered, but Nascour seemed to enjoy it more.

“We have broken Duking’s spirit. We can do as we please at the Colosseum without his meddling. And now we’ve given Shadow Pokemon on the sly to challenge winners for gathering data,” translated Miror B.

“Good. Others also appear to do their part to implement their plan. Our Shadow Pokemon plan is falling to place quickly - the final phase is not far off. Ein for instance has managed to turn even more into Shadow Pokemon, thanks to your new technique. Oh, and your Shadow Pokemon is due tomorrow - I hope you… enjoy it.”

“Fwhohoho - this is perking up my spirit baby! Oh, I almost fell like… dancing! It’s afro-tastic!” cried Miror B, before pulling of a dance move, making Reath, Ferma and Nascour cringe. Worse yet, he even began to hum the tune of ‘You should be dancing’ by the Bee gees - many a person who heard a rendition of that song by Miror B ended up having the tune stuck in their head for days.

“Save your dancing and your singing until our plan succeeds, please,” interrupted Nascour hastily. “Besides, we’ve had a minor setback, as I’m sure you know.”

Miror B snorted. “If you call Team Snagem’s base BLOWING UP a minor setback, I suppose you’re right…” he muttered.

“Anyway, reports are that he was a former Team Snagem member, by the name of Wes. He destroyed one Snag Machine, and stole the other, so until we regain it, we basically cannot rely on Team Snagem.”

“Oh, whatever. I actually encountered him,” continued Miror B to himself.

“WHAT!” shouted Nascour, making every hair in Miror B’s almighty afro quiver in fear. “Why did you not capture him? You stupid, music obsessed…”

“Erm, when I said ‘I’, I meant ‘Folly and Trudly’, sir,” said Miror B hurriedly. “I wouldn’t let him walk away, knowing how dangerous he is to our project.”

Nascour scrutinised Miror B for a moment, then seemed to accept his ‘explanation’.
“But what of them? Where they successful? I’m guessing not, considering otherwise you would have mentioned it by now.”

Miror B smiled uneasily. “I do not know - I have not heard back from them since yesterday. I did, um, hear, that that girl the said they had had, um, escaped with Wes…”

Nascour’s face was one of displeasure and distaste, as if he had bitten into an overly-bitter Durin berry. “This will not do. Firstly, the man who destroyed Snagem’s base has escaped, and worse, that girl who can somehow see shadow Pokemon is with him? What if they attack us? What’s more, I have not heard from Bluno either…”

“Well, I - I mean, my assistants - have told me an accurate description of the two…”

“Really? That’s something I suppose…” growled Nascour.

“Well Wes, he’s kinda thin - could use a bit of food - who can dance when they’re so undernourished? Okay, okay…” muttered Miror B as Nascour shot a warning look. “Well, he’s got the Snag machine, he’s a teenager - probably in his later teens, has white streaks on his face, has a stylish blue coat - I must say it rivals even my snazzy outfit, don’t you think? ...Nascour, are you alright?”

Nascour’s face had turned white with the realisation that he himself had encountered Wes, just after he had left the mayor’s office. And that girl that was with him would have been…

“Damn it!” Nascour said aloud, before realising Miror B was still listening.
If he had known, he would have had the rebel imprisoned instead of deciding to say some stupid sentence to keep up the illusion of being intimidating… no, Nascour had the opportunity to turn him in and have Cipher’s problem’s averted. A chance gone begging.

“Oh, never mind Miror B… carry on…” he stammered, before aborting the televised transmission to Miror B’s bemusement.

Well, obviously the boss couldn’t have done anything about it - I assume he realized who they were, Nascour thought to himself. After all, it would have raised a few eyebrows - too many eyebrows. Amusing that Gonzap is in need for some, that incompetent fool… still, I must warn the others, and make measure for myself… I’m not going under, and neither is Team Cipher, not now!

Meanwhile, Miror B was continuing staring at the screen in bemusement.

Oh well, he shrugged. Not my problem that he’s weird. Probably not in the position to call anyone else weird, but he certainly is.

“Ferma! Reath! I shall soon return to my hideout with my Pokemon. You keep things in order for then - make sure you give out the next Shadow Pokemon for the upcoming Colosseum battle. But first… we dance!”

Ferma and Reath sighed as Miror B turned on the music to full blast, and started tapping away.

“At least those two fools are out of the picture for now!” whispered Ferma to Reath.

“Yes, great news. At this rate, promotion to their position will be a cinch!”

Miror ignored his two whispering underlings and kept on dancing.

Who cares about that silly boy and girl? Or the project? thought Miror B to himself, trying to dispel his fears. They’ll never find us here…

Little did Miror B realise how close Wes and Rui were.


***


Hopefully, the next chapter shall come a bit quicker this time. Homework does distract one from minor brush-ups and posting... hope you enjoyed this one, folks. :)

As for the characters/events in the chapter:

Sherles - he is the Sherrif of Pyrite town in the game. Old looking, and does his duty - despite that in the game, most of his help is off-screen, he randomly appears at the end of the game to help you without any indicator he would do so before, and the fact you save the town and he does nothing conflicts with how he is protrayed in the game.
Here, he has a much more active role in the story, and I've added to his personality. However, just like in the game, he dislikes Johnson (in XD, after Johnson stuffs something up, Sherles locks him up so he cannot mess up anything else)

Ferma and Reath - two women that you battle, (can be rebattled once later as well), work for Miror B, look up to him (?), and... well, the game gets kinda fuzzy about their role in the game, only that they work for Cipher. They get arrested in the game, and have a tiny role in the game, but that's about it. As they didn't fit in without any sort of explanation, I gave one - that they want Folly and Trudly's jobs. Will they succeed?

Nascour - major head honcho of Cipher, with creppy outfits and white hair. Doesn't even look fully human (though that may also be partly due to Colosseum's shroddy 3-D animators...). Protrayed as cold, and when you first encounter him, he says a weird thing to you (what he says in chapter 2 of this fic...). Very confusing character, and rarely seen despite his importance.

As for the Miror B and Nascour scene - it's a scene that occurs in the game after you talk to someone - Nascour talks to Miror B about the plan coming along nicely, only they don't mention Team, Snagem's loss in the game. Which is rather questionable. Hence they do talk about it in my fic, as well as acknowledge the existantance of Wes.

 

[Zora of Termina]

FIC STILL NEEDS MOAR TOM ಠ_ಠ

...I'm sorry, but that guy amuses me FAR too much. x3

But still, excellent chapters. And I am SO sorry that I forgot about this, but I've been a bit... busy, lately and just sorta forgot to check up. But now... now I remember it exists and I shall be watching closely :D

Sorry if you didn't want this bumped. ಠ_ಠ

 

[bobandbill]

FIC STILL NEEDS MOAR TOM ಠ_ಠ

...I'm sorry, but that guy amuses me FAR too much. x3

But still, excellent chapters. And I am SO sorry that I forgot about this, but I've been a bit... busy, lately and just sorta forgot to check up. But now... now I remember it exists and I shall be watching closely :D

True, I guess. :P
And no problem, glad these still entertain. And yes, putting up the next chapter now. Never mind the odd start too. :P

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Chapter 7: Shadows and The Case of The Missing Gear​

Wes was walking down the drab streets of Pyrite, looking, searching. He didn’t know what it was that he wanted to find, but still he looked. Not watching where he was going, he walked straight into a lamppost. Wes looked at it - strangely, the light bulb looked just like Miror B’s afro, and the lamppost was covered in a purple and black aura.

“Gah,” spoke the lamppost grumpily. Surprised, Wes took a step backwards, and suddenly he was falling, the ground parting behind his feet. Pyrite was gone, replaced by nothingness with pastries floating around him.

“What the…” began Wes, before he felt something hit him in the head. “Ow!”

“Naughty words are bad,” said the lamppost which had somehow joined Wes in his descent. Seemingly it was the one which had hit Wes.

“I must be dreaming. Ow! What was that for?” cried Wes, as the object hit him again.

“Silence - you will bow down to me!”

“What are you?” tried Wes, careful to choose his words.

“Luke, I am your Father!”

“But wait, I’m not Luke…” began Wes. “And don’t tell me that you’re my father!”

“Oh, yeah.” A moment of silence followed. “I’m not your father… because YOU DON’T HAVE ONE!”

“No…no…” mumbled Wes. Something was shaking him, yelling ‘wake up’...

***

“Wake up, youngster! How long do you sleep in bed for?” shouted Sherles in his rusty, gruff voice, as he roughly shook the startled teenager awake from his slumber. Wes moaned before getting up. He shook his head, trying to get the remnants of what remained of his dream out of his memory.

“I was having a dream… what time is it?” he mumbled.

“5:30 am! Come on, look sharp!” replied Sherles, before marching off to his office. “We’ve got work to do!”

For crying out loud, it’s 5:30! Nobody’s supposed to be awake at this time! thought Wes grumpily to himself as he dragged himself out of a makeshift bed. After a quick check on Espeon who looked fully rested, he walked into the office where Sherles and Rui were waiting.

“About time, you two…” huffed Sherles.

“Oh calm down,” replied Rui with a mug in her hand. “Not everybody wakes up at the same time as you, and I’m sure we don’t have to rush right now… Arrgh!” she cried, as she took a sip of coffee from her mug.

“What is it? Too hot?” asked Wes curiously.

“No - I thought this was hot chocolate!” cried Rui, turning to Johnson with an annoyed look on her face.

“Er, sorry?” Johnson offered feebly.

“How the heck can you mistake coffee for chocolate… but wait - it smelled like chocolate!”

“Maybe I used both…” Johnson muttered as Rui took another sip.

“And it’s salty! Don’t tell me you didn’t… oh.” Rui trailed off upon seeing two identically sized and shaped tubs of white, grainy substances. “Never mind, I’ll make myself another one…” she muttered.

“Anyway,” interrupted Sherles “we have a lot of work to do, regaining those Shadow Pokemon.”

“But aren’t you forgetting something?” asked Wes, taking a bite from an apple. “We were kinda chased by the whole town, and stealing - I mean, snagging another Shadow Pokemon will just get the same result. And I’m not sure we want to go through that again…"

“Espeon!” (Too right! I still have a headache!) agreed Espeon, trotting through the door. He sniffed in distain at the thought of having to do the same again – even Psychic Pokemon had limitations.

“I haven’t forgotten about that. No, after I show you something, you two are to try to regain as many Shadow Pokemon as you can with ease, and see if you can locate Cipher’s hideout, wherever that may be. Unfortunately, it seems that Folly and Trudly genuinely cannot remember where the hideout is located – my Alakazam made sure of that… Now, let’s go!” ordered Sherles, before marching off outside with a spring in his step.

“Well, at least he’s enthusiastic about the whole thing. Not really surprised about Folly and Trudly’s forgetfulness… they don’t seem much like criminals,” remarked Wes.

“Espi!” (They don’t even know what Cipher’s trying to do! A bit like how you didn’t know anything about what Team Snagem were doing!)

“…Shut up,” Wes retorted, feeling tired. He gave a sigh, and rubbed his forehead. What did I get myself into this? First I was with Team Snagem, now I’m fighting two criminal syndicates!

“Hey, Wes, you’re looking glum. Everything all right?” asked Rui.

“What? Oh, yes, just had a… bad dream,” replied Wes tiredly.

Rui suddenly sprang forward and gave Wes a quick hug to comfort him, surprising both him and herself.

“Suddenly, I feel much better now…” replied Wes.

“And Johnson, you come along too! You’re helping Wes and Rui!” Sherles called from outside the door.

“Ok!” exclaimed Johnson happily as he followed Sherles out.

“What did he just say?” queried Wes. “Because I could have sworn that he said that Johnson was helping us.”

“….Damn it!” remarked Rui.

***

“Want a blueberry muffin?” offered Johnson to Wes as they walked through Pyrite.

“…Yes,” accepted Wes reluctantly. To say the least, Wes was a bit dismayed by the fact that he would be stuck with Johnson for a while. He looked around carefully to check that a repeat of what happened in his dream was avoided, no matter how strange it was. He edgely gave the lamppost a wide berth.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” called out Rui suddenly. Wes looked ahead - to his surprise, the man named Duking and a young teenager seemed to be arguing outside a house.

“Duking! How much more are you going to take from those people?” shouted the young man - he was short, yet he had a stance of power – head held high and a loud voice carrying through the town. His dusty blue shirt and shorts was ruffled by the wind.

“That’s… unexpected. There’s trouble at the Colosseum - right? So who’s causing it?” whispered Rui. “And who’s that young fellow?”

“Oh, that’s Silva,” replied Johnson good-naturedly. Wes frowned – he still hadn’t gotten quite used to the fact that Orre’s citizens had odd names, or bluntly obvious ones. Silvia’s name seemed to be of the latter kind – uncombed, silver hair also flew in the ungentle breeze, reflecting his namesake.

“Look, it’s not what you think…” replied Duking. Surprisingly, he looked meek despite his towering size, and intimidated by Silva, who looked as if he was about to explode.

“How can it not be how it seems? They’re using you and the colosseum! What’s the matter with you? They suck the spirit out of you?”

Duking offered no reply, looking at the ground, seemingly uncharacteristically silent.

“Tch. So you just clam up. I’ve lost faith in you!” shouted Silva, before running off past the group, ignoring Johnson’s good-natured offer of a blueberry muffin. Sherles sighed and walked up to Duking.

“Duking, I know that something’s up, and in all honesty this just confirms it. Do you need any help?”

Duking sadly looked down at Sherles. “N…No, I… can’t…I have to go to the colosseum now. Don’t… need help,” muttered Duking, putting on a weak smile, before walking away sadly.

“Oh dear…” began Rui. Sherles shook his head.

“I don’t like this one bit. Normally Duking would not even let anyone intimidate him. But as Silva said, it seems the spirit has been sucked out of him… and I wouldn’t be surprised if Miror B has something to do with this. Maybe they know a thing or two…” Sherles said, trailing off as he fell into deep thought.

“Who?” asked Rui.

“Oh, you’ll see in a moment,” replied Sherles, before approaching a locked door of the nearby house and began picking at the lock.

“Umm… sorry to intervene right here, but… what are you doing?” asked a worried Wes. He wasn’t against picking locks in general, but a sheriff doing the sort didn’t seem quite right.

“Relax. It’s Duking’s house,” replied Sherles with a grin.

“Err… Ok then?” answered Rui questionably.

“Espi!” (Let me help you with that,) offered Espeon, before making the lock click and the door open for Sherles.

“Why, thanks,” said Sherles, motioning for Wes and Rui to enter. They exchanged glances and peeked in. The main room greeted them - and strangely enough the only room as well in the house. Cramped walls ensured the size was modest at the most, and dozens of pieces of furniture littered around the floor only served to add to the already-excessive ‘cosiness’ factor. There were a dozen mattresses laid next to each other; a sink, fridge, desk, bookshelfs and even a toilet in the corner. Wes pinched himself as he looked around nervously.


One being was inside - a small child leaning against a bookshelf nearby, seemingly asleep on his feet.

“Aww, isn’t he cute…” Rui said.

“Esp…” (Shh, you’ll wake him,) warned Espeon, a bit unsure of the situation himself. Suddenly the kid woke up.

“Halt! Begone!” shouted the kid, alarmed to see strangers in his home.

“Espeon...” (My bad…)

“You’ll never get past me and find the secret switch upon the side of this bookshelf which is labelled ‘secret switch’ and enter the secret room behind it!” continued the kid, before he realised his error. “Not that there would be a secret room with anything of importance… oh, it’s you,” he added after trying to cover up his blunder, spotting Sherles.

“Young scallywag, don’t you know anything about the art of concealment? The very fact that you positioned yourself by the secret entrance raises suspicion over why you would do such a thing! Tactics, child, tactics!” lectured Sherles.

“Yes, Sherles,” said the child, not really sure what Sherles just said, but going along with it.

“What’s going on?’ asked Rui.

“Espeon!” (Yeah - who the hell built such a bad house! And what’s with the kid?)

“You’ll see in a moment,” replied Sherles mysteriously, looking at the side of the bookshelf. “Ah, here it is.” Sherles pressed something on the side of the bookshelf, and stepped back as the bookshelf shifted to the right revealing a dark hole where it had been.

“Espi!” (Now that’s high-tech! And odd too…)

“Umm… okay then… this is a weird house…” muttered Wes as they walked through. The narrow passageway was only mildly brightened up by the occasional lamp, each lamp mounted together with a picture of a Plusle. After a while the number of both lights and pictures mounted up.

“You like… Plusle?” asked Rui.

“Oh yes,” replied the kid enthusiastically. “We all like him as he’s daddy’s Pokemon and he’s very lovable and cute and cuddly and huggable and he’s very sweet and his favourite food is potatoes and I love him and my father loves him the most and his name is Plus.”

What an original name - Plus the Plusle, thought Wes to himself sarcastically. And that’s why I stay as far away from nicknames as I can. Still, I’ve seen worse – I once met a Golduck called ‘Yellow’, because it had been called that as a Psyduck...

“When I grow up, I want to be a Plusle,” continued the child.

“That’s nice,” said Rui absentmindedly.

“Espeon…” (He wants to be a Plusle? That’s stupid. Why not an Espeon?)

Suddenly the passage brightened up considerably as it expanded outwards. A small cave-like room greeted them, a lower ceiling making them have to stoop to avoid bumping their heads. A small waterfall trickled down a wall into a pool of water at the end of the cosy cave.

Wes ignored the unique room however, and focused his attention on the occupants of the room - a bunch of kids. Two girls, maybe eight or nine years old at the most were chatting to each other, one in a light-blue dress, the other in a white one. A boy in a ruffled shirt and shorts, and with geeky-looking glasses, a few years older than the females, was seated in front of a computer. His eyes quickly darted from the screen to survey Wes and Rui, before they returned back to the computer.

“Hang on, Sherles - you’ve got kids helping you?”

“Hey, what’s wrong with us?” retorted one of the girls, returning Wes’s glares right back at him indignantly. “Who are you anyway - a friend of papa’s?”

“No, they don’t really know your father - nevertheless, they’re here to help. Remember about the Team Snagem’s base blowing up?” Sherles asked.

“Who doesn’t - it’s all over the news,” said the boy at the computer, sounding bored.

“Well, Wes here was the one who caused it all.”

“He did?” exclaimed the boy with sudden interest, letting his attention of whatever was upon the computer screen lapse for now. “Wow!”

“Can I have your autograph?” asked one of the girls.

“Err… ok…” said Wes, unsure how to act with this sudden interest.

“Anyway,” interrupted Sherles, “Rui here can actually identify Shadow Pokemon from normal Pokemon, and both she and Wes have got a few Shadow Pokemon.”

“Oh, my. That’s… amazing! But…” trailed off the boy, seeing the Snag machine on Wes’s arm. “Is that….”

“Yes,” answered Wes.

“Oh, that’s great! Now we can hit them back!” said Secc.

“Calm down Secc,” said one of the girls. “What are Shadow Pokemon anyway?” Secc sighed.

“I’ve told you, Marcia, that they’re Pokemon turned… bad by Cipher. And if we can get them back, we can make them good again... somehow… how did all of this happen?

Another long recount of the story began again for Wes and Rui, briefly going over what had happened over the last few days for the benefit of the children.

“So, you have - how many Shadow Pokemon?” Secc asked.

“Three - two from Cipher, and one from a civilian of Pyrite - Vant, I believe,” Sherles said.

“Wait, you actually got one that had been given to… but how?”

“Well, luckily they escaped the wrath of Pyrite - with a bit of assistance from me, of course - we wiped their memories!” said Sherles, with more that a hint of pride in his voice.

“I see - with Espeon here, you mean?” asked Secc, raising an eyebrow. Espeon also snorted, giving Sherles a confronting stare.

“Yes. Only, that’s the problem - we can hardly expect to get all of the Shadow Pokemon in the same way, as the strain will be too hard on him and my Alakazam.”

“And that’s why you came here?” asked Secc.

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do. You’ll have to wait, though. Wes, can I see those Shadow Pokemon to check up on them? And Espeon too - I have an idea.”

“Um, sure,” answered Wes, surprised at the kid’s sudden role of authority.

“Espi!” (Let’s get to it!)

***

A long wait ensured, with Secc scrutinising every detail of Wes’s newly gained Shadow Pokemon one by one, much to their displeasure.

“Maku! Hita Hita!” (Stop poking me! Stop it or I’ll… OW!)

“Espi…Espeon!” (Does being a Shadow Pokemon make you stupid as well as moody? Behave - he’s trying to help you,) Espeon said as he gave Makuhita a short, sharp headache.

“Hita…” (Stupid Espeon and his psychic thingy…) grumbled Makuhita.

“Croconaw!” (Stop moaning, you fat lump. This is annoying though…)

“Misdre!” (Shut up, both of you!) cried Misdreavus in frustration at hearing the two bicker.

“Maku!” (You shut up!)

“Mis!” (No, you shut up!)

“Maku!” (You shut up!)

“Mis!” (You shut up!)

“Croc!” (Shut up, the both of you!)

“Maku!” (You shut up!)

“Mis!” (You shut up!)

“ESPEON!” (Everyone just SHUT THE HELL UP!!!) shouted Espeon suddenly, losing his patience. All the Pokemon fell silent and kept still obediently, as Secc analysed them and entered data into a computer.

“Esp.” (Thank you,) added Espeon, surprised that his demand worked.

Meanwhile, Wes and Rui were forced to wait and be entertained by the two younger girls, as Sherles left to get something from the police station.

“I want to play house,” demanded Marcia.

“But I want to play shops!” argued the other girl.

“Aren’t they basically the same game?” asked Rui, confused.

“NO!” exclaimed both girls.

“Ok, ok…I didn’t play those games…” Rui hurriedly backed down.

“Wes, what do you want to play?” asked Marcia. “House or Shops?”

“I don't know, it's an impossible choice. House or Shops. I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow explodes and kills me,” replied Wes sarcastically. “Okay, Shops it is…” he continued, catching Rui’s warning glare.

“Marcia, where’s the thing?” asked Secc suddenly.

“It’s on top of the thing next to the other thing!”

“…where?” asked Secc. “Never mind, I see it.”

Sherles walked in at that moment, carrying a large cardboard box.

“Lots of Pokeballs here. Got a large supply too.”

“But where did you get them?” asked Rui as she eyed the small red and white capsules.

“Well, I am the Sherriff of Pyrite. I simply ordered some from Silph Co., and they came via the PC. There’s some great balls there as well, which should make snagging even easier.”

“That’s great!” an enthused Wes said.

“And good timing too,” added Secc. “I’m just about done now. Come over here - I’ll explain. Wes, you might as well recall them.”

“Right,” answered Wes, as he recalled his three Shadow Pokemon into their respective Pokeballs, much to their dismay.

“Good,” answered Sherles. “Sit up straight,” he added to Marcia.

“Okay, first the Shadow Pokemon. From my observations, they’ve seemed to have been put under a lot of stress - maybe due to the 'shadowfying' process. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly, but I think that the door to their heart has been shut.”

His statement received blank stares from all.

“Well, what I mean by that is, they’ve been pushed to their mental limits - maybe stressed out, or tortured,“ - Rui gave a gasp - “…or something like that. Badly treated. Pokemon can be quite sensitive creatures and if ill-treated, can change their personality, mood or even their moveset."

“Too right,” whispered Wes to Rui. “Espeon once didn’t talk to me for three days after I had accidentally used the wrong type of shampoo on him…”

“Espeon!” (That shampoo smelled like off-lemons! I stunk!)

“Umbre,” (Yes, you certainly did,) snickered Umbreon.

“I think that’s how they became Shadow Pokemon. These Pokemon have literally forgotten their normal moves, as Wes’s P*DA shows, and instead only know Shadow Rush - which is quite a powerful move actually. I guess it is what you could call a side effect of becoming a Shadow Pokemon…”


Man, that Secc knows his stuff... Wes thought to himself. Such a nerd.

“Those poor things. I wonder what they went through,” said Rui. “What about their auras?”

“Ah, good question. I guess Shadow Pokemon are quicker to anger - you could see how they behaved when I was examining them. As a result of being Shadow Pokemon, their emotions are easier to show themselves. In truth, all Pokemon - and people - give out an aura, only we can’t see them. However, as Shadow Pokemon’s auras would be bigger, it would be easier to notice.”

“But why can I only see them?”

“I’m guessing that you are a ‘rare case’. I’ve heard that people have been able to see the auras of regular Pokemon, although they are few and far between. You probably can also, but not as well - and thus, why you can only see Shadow Pokemon’s auras as they would technically be more visible and easier to see. It’s only an educated guess, but it’s the best I can come up with. I think it’s the same deal when they enter ‘Hyper State’ - their emotions go off the edge, Shadow Rush gets stronger and they get even more dangerous. And as such their auras would be affected - hence the red colour.”


Yep, he’s a nerd all right, Wes thought again, amused.

“That’s sounds about right - it was as if they went on fire,” said Rui. “And when Misdreavus and Croconaw’s auras went red, they seemed… angrier.”

“Sounds feasible,” offered Johnson. Wes was surprised that he comprehended all that information of all people, before realising that Johnson had been talking about a book on UFO sightings he held in his hand.

“Anyway, I’ve checked all three, and I’ve managed to get a program up and running that checks to see how their emotional state is. It seems that Makuhita’s and Croconaw are actually better than Misdreavus - maybe because you’ve had them for longer, and travelled with them. Some Pokemon thrive on just spending time with people - maybe Shadow Pokemon can make a recovery, provided they get treated well again.”

“Aha!” cried Rui. “So if we get them happy, they’ll recover?”

“That should be the case. It might be different for each Pokemon though, depending what they like, and how long it takes for them to recover. Maybe battles would help? Anyway, I’ve added the program to your P*DA Wes, so you could get a rough judgement on how they are going in that respect. I wouldn’t be surprised to see them slowly regain their moves as well.”

“Ok then. I might have to use them in some battles and see if it makes a difference for them.”

“Now, for snagging the other Shadow Pokemon without raising attention. As the memory-wipe thing worked, I think we might as well stick with that - and make it easier in the process.

“How?” asked Wes.

“Well, firstly, I took this Itemfinder here - we have dozens,” started Secc, showing them the Itemfinder - a machine that was commonly used to find items in a nearby radius, “took it apart, gave it way more power, and changed the way the signal is transmitted. Now we attach it to Espeon here…” Secc put on a strap to the machine and attached it to Espeon’s neck like a collar. “And he’s good to go!”

“Wait, that’s it?” asked Sherles curiously.

“Yep. All he has to do is focus on the transmitter with what he wants people to forget, and it should be transmitted in about a 200 metre radius around him, affecting everyone within that radius. I think you may have to battle for those Shadow Pokemon without Espeon however, Wes.”

“What about us?” asked Wes. “Wouldn’t we also get affected?”

“Not with this,” responded Secc. “As you know, dark-type Pokemon share a sort of… ‘immunity’ to psychic powers, so you would say, although they do possess a kind of psychic power themselves - only they cannot really use it in battle.”

“Umbre!” (Which downright sucks! At least being immune to psychic stuff annoys Espeon).

“So, Umbreon, could you please assist me? Use Secret Power on these.” Secc gestured at another bunch of Itemfinders.

“How did you know he knew that move?” asked Wes.

“Checked your P*DA.”

“Fair enough.”

“Umbre…” (Here goes…) Umbreon said, before focusing on the machines intently. For those who paid attention (which didn’t include Johnson), small sparks seemed to travel from Umbreon into the Itemfinders, which shook for a moment before falling silent.

“Umbre?” (Did it work?)

“Only one way to find out - Espeon, try to affect one of those Itemfinders!” commanded Wes, quick on the uptake.

Espeon stared intently at the Itemfinders for a while, but nothing happened.

“Try using the transmitter,” offered Secc.

“Espi! (That was what I was doing!)

“Great - it works!” exclaimed Secc. “For these I’ve made the signal weaker - it should only protect you if you are within a radius of a few metres. I’d suggest you’d stay away from people that you want to be affected. There’s one for each of you,” he added, giving one to each person in the room. “Now don’t lose them!”

“Well, thanks for that, son,” said Sherles sincerely. “You’ve done a good job, and with luck we can take down Cipher. By the way, what’s happened with Duking?”

Secc’s smile faded. “I don’t know. But I think that it’s Cipher that’s making him act all different. I heard Silva shout at him about it too just before you came - normally Duking would have done something about it. That’s why I’m helping, you know,” he added.

“Well the sooner we can find where Cipher’s hiding, the sooner we can help your dad. For now though, let’s get those Shadow Pokemon!”

“Great! Let’s go already!” cried Rui.

***

“What’s the deal with Duking’s house?” asked Wes as they stepped back outside.

“The same thing with everyone’s house in this town,” answered Sherles. “Yep - most people’s homes in Pyrite are like this - it’s all thanks to the Loan Sharks.”

“The Loan Sharks?” Rui asked, interested.

“Yes - a bank business that also loaned money. Pyrite by all accounts should be better off than this - there was a lot of money to be made from the mining business back then. Many people when building their homes here needed to borrow money, and most chose the ‘Happy Friendly Money Lenders’ as the source.”

“What went wrong?” asked Rui.

“They went under new management, and thus they changed to the Loan Sharks. Clearly the interest rates and conditions changed - by the end of it most could only afford their house by slapping everything together in one room.”

“But wouldn’t that be illegal to do that?” asked Wes. “Change the rates?”

“Yes, but we haven’t been able to pin them down as of yet. It’s one of the things that Duking has been fighting against. I remember him telling me that he had borrowed at something like five percent, only he found out that the interest rate was basically triple that, and that he could only make payments yearly - no earlier. When he went to them to tell them otherwise, they said ‘no, you can’t do that’, and began to eat every part of his body.”

“What?”

“Not literally - it’s a figure of speech.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, good luck with getting those Shadow Pokemon. Johnson, you might as well make yourself useful - you watch for people acting suspiciously, and help Espeon if you can.”

“Ok!”

“Espeon!” (I don’t need help - especially from him…)

“Well, I’m off - still have to see if there’s a way to get into Team’s Cipher’s hideout.”

“Ok Sherles - see you soon!” called Wes.

***

Over the next two days, Wes’ Pokemon were hard at work as Wes went into battle after battle to root out a Shadow Pokemon. He stuck to a simple plan of finding someone who wanted to battle, luring them to a quieter place in town so that they would have less people to 'memory wipe', and commencing with a battle, usually pairing Umbreon with a Shadow Pokemon of his own. Meanwhile, Rui watched from the sides, keeping her eye on the opponent’s Pokemon, while Johnson and Espeon also looked on.

Most of the town’s trainers did not have a Shadow Pokemon, as Wes tore through their Pokemon teams time and time again, with the occasional trip to the Colosseum’s healing machine to give his Pokemon a rest, ignoring Duking’s suspicious stares while feeling sorry for the guy. If Wes could help people like this through his actions, well, maybe it would be worth it.

The first Shadow Pokemon that Wes encountered was a Quagsire. The trainer Wes was battling at the time was a guy called Divel, who wore a classy Bandana around his head. The battle was composed of Umbreon and Makuhita, who personally pulverised Divel’s Psyduck with little effort - a water type Pokemon which seemed to be having a headache and didn’t offer any resistance to Makuhita’s attacks. Rui had pointed out that Quagsire was a Shadow Pokemon the moment it had been released, as well as that it looked ‘dumb and hideous too’. Even Wes had not been prepared for the ugly Pokemon’s look - a light-blue Pokemon with a blank stare, and extremely tiny eyes which gave it the appearance of someone born with the same amount of brain cells as Johnson.

“He’s a Shadow Pokemon? Well, have a look at mine!” Divel cried in dismay as Quagsire took a heavy hit from Umbreon. “Quagsire - use Shadow Rush!”

“Quagsire!” (Dah, no, water is better!) Quagsire responded in a dumb voice before summoning water from the ground.

“What? No - not Surf!” cried Divel in despair as the Shadow Pokemon purposefully disobeyed him and formed the mass of water pouring from the ground into a wave, knocking over some spectators who were too slow to react.

“Espeon - use Reflect!” ordered Wes. With everyone ducking for cover, nobody noticed Espeon summon a wall of light in front of Wes’s Pokemon and divert the wave back onto Quagsire. Wes quickly slotted a Pokeball into the Snag machine, and then successfully caught a much-weakened Quagsire. Espeon immediately focused his psychic prowess onto the transmitter, and in half a minute, part of the town of Pyrite was standing dazed and confused, no longer knowing who Wes was or what he did - nor why they were gathered around a battle area, hiding behind buildings and soaking wet.

The next Shadow encounter occurred soon afterwards, this time the opposing trainer being a young kid on roller blades continuously singing about how battles gave him a lot of joy and calling Wes a ‘little boy’.

Wes was bemused to why Cipher had given such an odd kid a Shadow Pokemon - despite having a decent Swablu that gave Makuhita a hard time with his flying-typed attacks, when commanding his Shadow Slugma to use Shadow Rush, he left his Igglybuff wide open to a powerful attack, sending him high into the air.

“Igglybuff!” (Help!) it cried, as a breeze picked up the light balloon-shaped Pokemon and carried it away from his trainer.

“Oh no - come back!” cried the boy as he ran after Igglybuff. Espeon made sure that he didn’t come back for his Slugma, as the sluggish flame waste of a fire-type charged at Umbreon at a surprisingly and ridiculously slow pace. The snag was relatively easy as the dim-witted Pokemon had nobody to instruct it.

Another Shadow Pokemon encounter occurred within the hour as a female trainer revealed her Shadow Skiploom - a far more formidable Pokemon this time around - a grass-flying type Pokemon which held out longer than the trainer’s Oddish and Dustox, as Skiploom fired off Leech Seed in every direction, causing Wes’s Pokemon to have a tough time as they were continuously drained of energy. Eventually, Skiploom incredulously managed to accidentally Leech Seed itself, and as Misdreavus took delight in Biting Skiploom’s head, and Umbreon fired off a Secret Power scoring a direct hit, Wes took the opportunity to snag the Pokemon. His opponent found herself congratulating Wes on his victory instead of strangling him for stealing her Pokemon, which she had promptly forgotten had ever existed.

Every so often, Wes made frequent trips with Rui, Johnson and Espeon to Duking’s house and Secc, who analysed Wes’s new Shadow Pokemon and uploaded them to Wes’s P*DA’s new program, dubbed the ‘Shadow Metre’. It became increasingly clear that the more battles the shadow Pokemon had with Wes, the happier they became as they slowly accepted Wes. Some started to regain their previous moves, which gave Wes more options to use in battles. As Wes’s Pokemon count went past six, he was forced to leave some behind to be examined by Secc, and thus put into the PC systems for the time being.

The rest of the Shadow Pokemon were quickly dealt with by Wes the next day with all of them severely angry, probably due to the things that they had suffered in becoming a Shadow Pokemon. He first obtained a Shadow Flaaffy - the normally mild-tempered Pokemon was much more vicious than what the sheep-like Pokemon would normally be like - in actual fact that battle had been made easier as Flaaffy in its rage failed to look where it was charging and took out the opponent’s Shroomish, which in turn has released dust pollens which landed on the Shadow Pokemon, promptly making it fall asleep and the snag much easier.

Another Shadow Pokemon was a Noctowl - an overgrown bird Pokemon of the owl species - which had tried attacking several of the spectators during the battle. It then turned on its own trainer who clearly was unable to control his own Pokemon and chose to run off, recalling his Ledyba and Wingull to their Pokeballs, but abandoned the angry Noctowl who deflected his ball and swooped at the trainer. Wes after a long struggle managed to catch the violent Pokemon without having to use the Snag machine, but Espeon still gave the (somewhat frightened) onlookers a memory wipe, just in case.

The last Shadow Pokemon Wes could find was a Shadow Furret, belonging to Cail - the aggressive individual who was standing by the front of the town’s entrance. Unlike the other trainers, Cail had seemed accepting that his Pokemon was snagged by Wes, saying that it was a waste of a Pokemon. Wes personally disagreed with this - the elongated white and brown ringed Pokemon had put up a decent fight, slashing at Wes’s Pokemon with long, sharp claws.

Cail had also confirmed that Cipher was indeed the people supplying Shadow Pokemon to winners of the Colosseum challenge, but refused to reveal more after seeing Wes snag the Furret. Unfortunately Cail no longer seemed to remember what he knew after Espeon gave him a necessary memory wipe - Wes didn’t want news of him and Rui to leak, nor what they were doing.

Fortunately Wes also found out that only seven people had been given Shadow Pokemon thus far - meaning that for now he had all the Shadow Pokemon in Pyrite belonging to innocents.

“Well, that’s a relief. So many battles… and some of the trainers believed that battling was a turn-based thing! What kind of a battle is it when you take turns? Almost like some game, not a battle!” Wes told Rui as they relaxed in Duking’s cave-like room.

“Umbreon!” (You don’t say… at least most of the battles were easy…)

“Hita! Makuhita!” (You’ve had enough of battling? I want more battles! I shall defeat many more Pokemon!) shouted Makuhita in protest.

Suddenly, the power went out in the room, leaving all in pitch black.

“Power failure… that’s never happened before,” muttered Secc. “I’ll get some candles going.”

“Help me!” a distant voice called from outside suddenly a few moments later.

“Did you hear that?” asked Rui.

“Someone’s in trouble!” cried Johnson. “I’LL SAVE YOOOUUU!” he shouted, running out of the room and straight into a wall, forgetting that he couldn’t see anything. “Oww!”

“Guess we should go after him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, right?” asked Wes.

“Probably.”

“I hate babysitting that guy…” Wes sighed as he got to his feet.

“Espeon!” (At least you didn’t have him following you offering dumb advice all the time…) grumbled Espeon.

***

It turned out that the commotion had occurred inside the windmill, which oddly enough was no longer working. As Wes walked in he heard Rui gasp as he saw both a worker and ‘Chief’ - the gear spinning man - hurt.

“What happened?” asked Sherles, who had reached the windmill first. Wes was amazed that the old man could run so fast.

“I was spinning the gears, as I always do, when suddenly I was attacked, and knocked to the ground! When I came to, one of the gears were gone! Now I can’t spin my gears anymore! I WANT MY GEAR BACK!” cried the ‘Chief’. “Oh, and both the Colosseum and the town would be without power, I guess,” he added as all stared at his outburst, “But what about ME?”

Duking made an entrance, a worried look etched on his face. “What’s going on?”

After the news was relayed to him, he was fuming. “I’m sorry I let this happen. Now the town and Colosseum suffers! Who did this?” he shouted, before catching notice of Wes standing next to Sherles. “Was it you, you suspicious runt?” he growled.

“No, he’s innocent - Wes here is working for me,” added Sherles hastily.

“It was… Silva, I’m afraid,” said the Chief.

“It was - what? How could he?” cried Duking.

“I saw him with my own two ears,” garbled Chief, frightened of Duking’s face of rage. "He came in, attacked me, and took the gear while shouting anti-war slogans, and trying to explain himself.”

“Such as?” prompted Sherles.

“He was ranting on about how the Colosseum can just close down or something, and that this is for the good of the town…”

“But why do this? This affects the whole town, damn it! And I’ll be put under a lot of pressure if the Colosseum challenge can’t go ahead tomorrow…”

“Since when?” asked Sherles curiously.

“Er… since recently,” Duking answered, looking around suspiciously suddenly.

“Well, I think,” began Chief, “that he wouldn’t have done it unless he thought it was the right thing to do…. Silva wouldn’t ever do such a thing normally, especially to you. No, I reckon he agonized over this and did it ‘cause he thought it right. Why though is beyond me, and maybe he could have done it a bit less roughly… would you know why?” he asked Duking.

“Um, no….” began Duking, looking more nervous now.

“Err, Chief?” began Wes, piping up. “What if we just used one of the gears lying around the town? There’s dozens, and some would probably fit…”

“NO!” shouted Chief. “I want MY gear back, not some crummy substitute!”

“Does it really matter, Chief?” asked Sherles.

“YES!”

“Ok, ok, calm down, I know how upset you are about losing your… gear, but sometimes we have to make… hang on, I’m getting a phone call,” Sherles said, taking his P*DA out of his pocket and putting it next to his ear.

“What if… you spun the windmill by hand?” offered Johnson, trying to impress. Wes took one look at the heavy metal gears, and recalled how slowly the windmill had spun even with the help of machinery. It would be impossible to make the windmill’s blades budge an inch.

“Johnson, who’s using the family’s brain cell at the moment?” asked Wes.

“Uh huh, who’s this?” said Sherles through the P*DA. “The construction site?... what, oh that’s good, we need that…. No, I know that your place isn’t a tip… I know, I know. Someone will come to pick it up right away.” At that, Sherles switched off the P*DA.

“It’s the gear - seems that Silva let it roll all the way down the hill from Pyrite to the construction site. The guy there wants it out of there ASAP, and saw that the gear said that is was the property of Pyrite.”

“Hurrah! Let’s go get it!” cried Chief.

“It’s not going to be that easy…” said Sherles. “After all, it’s a long trip uphill from there, and it’ll take ages to get it back up here. It’s rather heavy, remember?”

“I’ll lug it back if it takes me all day!” Duking said confidently.

“Hey, Sherles, suppose I went to get it with the Zoomer? I’ll just drag it back carefully. It’ll be quicker and easier as well.”

“Good idea Wes,” replied Sherles.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” asked Duking. “Well… thanks…. Maybe I’ve misjudged you…”

“Think nothing of it,” answered Wes. “I’ll be back soon.”

***

After a few hours of lugging the gear back to Pyrite, Wes tiredly unattached the gear from the Zoomer and rolled it back to the windmill. It had taken longer than he had expected - the Zoomer had been reduced to a far slower pace than what it could normally go at, the gear far heavier than he had expected. It has been boiling hot in the desert too - the ground had shimmered in front of his eyes only a few metres before him.

However he was surprised to see that Duking was once again angry when he had arrived, glaring angrily at two new arrivals - two females of average height. One had an aggressive posture, while the other looked meeker.

“Look, we’re just curious about when this windmill will get fixed. I know that some… people may not be happy if it doesn’t get fixed,” said a woman, with a hint of menace in her voice.

“Oh good, you’re back!” exclaimed Rui, who a moment ago also looked a bit annoyed at the two.

“There you are!” cried Duking happily. “See, I told you it’s under control,” he said to the two women. “Now you may leave.”

“…fine, whatever,” said the woman. “Come, Ferma.” They both left, with Ferma having a strange look on her face, while the former woman pretended to look laid back, but had a sense of annoyance showing through her forced smile.

“Hey, where’s the gear?” asked Wes suddenly, noticing it was no longer next to him. Then the windmill started up - Chief had in his excitement already taken and fitted the gear.

“Woohoo! Thanks man - now I can spin these gears!” cried Chief happily, as he manned the machine that controlled the gears.

“Well, all’s well that ends well,” summed up Sherles.

“Yes, the brave Johnson has solved the case of the Missing Gear!” boasted Johnson.

“Johnson, you didn’t do anything.”

‘Um, well…”

“Even though the Chief was knocked out, I’ll be spinning gears some more! Thirty long years of cranking gears, Thirty more years I’ll spin some more…” began Chief with his off-key singing. “OH YEAH BABY! This is the way it should be! Thirty long years…” he continued, singing louder this time.

“Oh dear - once he’s started, he’ll never stop…” muttered Duking. “At least he’s happy. I’ll ask you to excuse my behaviour - you can be trusted. You have my sincere thanks.”

“No problem,” answered Wes, although he felt that it had been a bit of a trouble bringing back the gear. It was odd to be helping people, instead of helping Team Snagem, or helping only himself before... but the change felt nice.

“Anyway, I have a… favour to ask of you. You too, Sherles. Maybe it’s best we go to my house…”

***

Outside the windmill, Ferma tugged Reath’s arm. “Did you notice that guy with the gear?”

“Um, yes. Good looking or what?” Reath replied, distracted by some flies buzzing around her head.

“No, not that!” cried Ferma. "That guy was Wes!”

“Who?”

“The one who blew up Team’s Snagem base!”

“Really?!? Are you sure?” Reath hissed. Ferma nodded. “Oh god… this is bad news… we’ve got to go to Miror B about this right away! We can’t let the Shadow….”

“Shadow?” asked Johnson, overhearing the two as he followed Wes, Sherles, Duking and Rui to Duking’s house.

“Go away, nitwit,” replied Reath.

“Not without making you forget!”

“…Whatever are you talking about?” asked a confused Ferma. “Can you let us go now?”

“Espeon - they know something! Wipe their minds!” ordered Johnson to Espeon.

“Espi!” (Ok!)

“But you don’t have an Espe….” began Reath, before her face went blank, just like Ferma’s.

“Espeon! I know it must be fun, but stop erasing people’s minds!” shouted Wes from afar.

“Esp…” (But Johnson… oh, never mind…) said Espeon.

“Coming!” shouted Johnson, racing Espeon to Duking’s house. As he left, Reath and Ferma came back to Earth.

“Reath… what are we doing here?” asked Ferma, confused.

“I don’t know… something about the windmill, although it appears to be fine… whatever, let’s go back,” said Reath, not as worriedly as Ferma. “Hey, look, Johnson’s dropped something,” she pointed out as she went to pick it up. “A weird Itemfinder…”

***

“So, what’s the problem?” asked Sherles. Duking’s children were seated next to Duking on the floor, while Wes, Rui, Duking and Sherles had seats. Johnson had been relegated to the floor as well by an unanimous vote.

“I think you may know already,” said Duking with a sigh. “I’ve been pressured by Miror B and his stooges. They’ve been… taking control of the Colosseum.”

“I knew it!” exclaimed Sherles. “But… why have you done nothing about it yet? You’re not the kind to be pushed around.”

“It’s because of Plusle,” explained Duking, with a heavy sigh.

“Plusle?” asked Secc. “But what…”

“They took Plusle…” finished Duking.

***

End of da chapter. Hoped you enjoyed it.

As for the events and characters in this chapter:

Duking and Silva - there’s a cut scene where a kid/teenager called Silva shouts at Duking a bit for letting Miror B and his stooges walk over him. Duking responds by not saying anything and Silva runs off in anger. Strange how the both ignore you, being in Duking’s house and a stranger and all.

Silva - apparently a friend of Duking, although it’s not easy to see that the first time you encounter him. He is rather stubborn in the game, and acts before he thinks at times. Certainly appears time and time again in the game.

Hidden room - in Duking’s house, there is a kid who is guarding a bookshelf, which he tells you that it’ doesn’t have a secret switch on it”… naturally, there must be a secret switch on it, right? Behind it is a secret room, which is oddly a cave, with a few kids who seem to know a bit about what’s going on regarding Cipher, yet don’t help you. Then they help you much later in the game, as if they have done so for ages.

The kids - you only learn of two of the kids names here - Secc - a boy you seems by far the smartest in the game (and in XD, but that’s another story), and Marcia. Then there’s the kid ‘guarding’ the bookshelf, and the girl who is bored and wants to play house. Gave them a bigger role in the story.

The other Shadow Pokemon - there are 7 Shadow Pokemon in total belonging to resident battlers that don’t work for Cipher. Out of them all, Cail is the more knowledgeable one on what is actually happening with Cipher, and half-reacts on the loss/defeat of his Shadow Pokemon. All shadow Pokemon in this chapter belong to similar trainers, using the same ‘normal’ Pokemon in the game

‘Missing gear’ - another cut scene with a shout of ‘help’, and a guy that is knocked down in front of the windmill. Curiously enough, he constantly shakes, due to an animating glitch that makes the scene kinda humorous. Anyways, the ‘Chief’ is also down, and tells you and Johnson and Sherles that that Silva has stolen. Naturally, the chief entrusts you to find the gear. Despite the fact that there is a gear right outside the windmill in Pyrite, you have to finds the ‘real one’ all the way in the construction site.

In the chapter, Wes pulls the massive gear back with the Zoomer, which is far more realistic than simply putting the gear into the ‘key items’ pocket of Wes’s bag, never mind that the gear is bigger than Wes. After getting the windmill up and running again, Duking asks you of a favour this time (which you can’t refuse - selecting ‘no’ just makes him ask again, and so on.)

 

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WARNING - IF YOU ARE IN MIMINAL DEWGONG STYLE, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO CHANGE THE SKIN YOU ARE IN OR HIGHLIGHT OVER THE CHAPTER TO SEE IT...

(That better? Odd that it was all black bar the quote...)
Would have posted eariler, but the forums were down on me. *looks around* And maybe not just me...

But since it's not now, a-posting of the next chapter I shall!

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Chapter 8: Shopping for Victory​

All people in the room were shocked. Even Johnson looked astonished - he actually seemed to have registered this bit of information, and furthermore put together the pieces.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting so… restrained!” answered Sherles, before a loud wail stopped him from continuing.

“You m-mean… P-P-Plusle - is… gone?” stammered Marcia.

“NO!!!” bawled the other girl. “THEY TOOK PLUSLE!”

“Oh dear…” murmured Rui. “But how could Miror B use such a dirty trick? Somehow, he doesn’t seem the kind to do that.”

“Yes, but we’ve only encountered him briefly…” reminded Wes. “Can’t really judge him on one encounter.”

“Espi.” (Poor Plusle…) muttered Espeon.

“Yes, you see what kind of a situation I’m in,” stated Duking. “I couldn’t even appear to be investigating the Colosseum, as otherwise they could…” Duking trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. Everyone fell silent, pondering the dim situation.

“Could what?” Johnson finally said.

“Umbre!” (How dumb can you get?) Umbreon cried out in frustration.

“Oh yeah, sorry, Duking,” apologised Johnson. “But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Plusle was a ‘he’, not an ‘it’,” corrected Nett, looking glum.

“Sorry,” apologised Johnson, before he realised that the children seemed to him somewhat upset by Plusle’s disappearance. “Don’t look so sad! Hey, I have some advice that’ll help cheer you up!” he added.

Wes looked at Johnson, wondering what ‘advice’ the children would have to suffer.

“Be on the look out for things that make you laugh,” recommended Johnson. “If you see nothing worth laughing at, pretend you see it, then laugh.”

“Maku,” (Sounds about right,) Makuhita exclaimed, looking around the room for something. Seemingly unable to find it, he turned to Johnson and gave him a punch in the gut, causing Johnson to cringe in pain.

“What was that for?” asked Johnson.

“Maku!" (Hahaha!)

“Anyway…” continued Duking, somewhat distracted by Johnson’s ‘gems of wisdom’, “I’ve decided to take action, instead of letting Miror B and his goons walk all over me. That’s why… I need your help. I can’t do anything - but maybe you can.”

Ws thought for a moment, before nodding. I wasn’t really part of his nature, but he could help but feel for the man. After all, when his Pokemon were in danger, “Ok… but how?” asked Wes.

“I want you in the Colosseum challenge, and then to find out what’s going on - how, when - anything. Even better would be if you actually won the challenge - then you could get some Pokemon that’s rumoured to be given out to the winners. Thing they are behind it, and something crooked is going on with that.”

“Not a bad idea. But Pokemon get given out? How do you know?” asked Sherles. Wes noticed that Sherles was trying to appear as if he hadn’t been helping out Duking behind his back. Makes sense, thought Wes, wouldn’t want Duking angry.

“Sherles, I know perfectly well that you already know that,” replied Duking. Sherles looked slightly surprised, but took it in his stride, shrugging his shoulders in reply.

“Err… you do?” asked Sherles.

“Why yes,” answered Duking. “And I also know that my children have been helping too,” he added, turning to them. “I do have at least some idea on what you do back in that cave. Not to mention that you’ve left a file open on the computer.”

“Dad…” began Secc, but Duking held his hand up for silence.

“And for that, I’m proud of you. The fact that you decided to act - something I should have done a long time ago. So, Sherles,” said Duking with a slight tone of happiness and pride in his voice, twisting his head to him, “anything else I should know?” he queried, with a wry smile.

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” responded Sherles.

A long and lengthy summary of the present situation followed, detailing Cipher’s and Team Snagem’s growing power, which had been averted by Wes and Co. To say the least, Duking was shocked.

“I’m shocked!” said Duking. “All this has been happening in our town? And they’ve been making Shadow Pokemon - those lousy, low-life… loafers… they’ll rue the day that they dared enter this town…”

“Calm down Duking,” warned Sherles, seeing Duking give a stress-ball a run for its money.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try and find out what I can through the Colosseum challenge,” assured Wes.

“Yes… you’re right. I can tell from a glance you are no ordinary trainer, Wes.”

“So,” coughed Sherles, “I’ve been thinking - you sure that with the more time spent with a Shadow Pokemon and the correct treatment given to it, the less… Shadow-like it becomes?” asked Sherles.

“Yes - there’s no doubt about that,” answered Secc.

“Well, the thing now is that Wes has… nine Shadow Pokemon. So how can he purify them at the same time? I think it’s best that we purify all the Pokemon as soon as possible.”

“Well, I can’t, can I?” answered Wes. “Unless you can bend the law saying that I can be excluded from having more than 6 Pokemon at a time, but I doubt that,” he continued. A shake of the head from Sherles confirmed this. All in the room fell silent, pondering this dilemma.

“Ahem,” coughed Rui quietly.

Still the room was silent. Rui coughed again, slightly louder.

“You have a sore throat?” asked Wes.

“Espeon! Espi Esp,” (I’m thinking that Rui wants to suggest that she should take care of the other Pokemon-)

“Oh, be quiet, Espeon, can’t you see we’re trying to think?” asked Secc.

“What about me?” asked Rui eventually, slightly annoyed that nobody had caught her drift yet.

“What about you?” asked Johnson, confused.

“What about if I took care of the Pokemon seeing as I don’t have any and can take up to another six and so then all of the Shadow Pokemon can be purified at once until we get some more?”

“What a good idea!” said Wes at length. “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“But I…”

“But Rui, wouldn’t you need a P*DA to authorise you with the right to have Pokemon?” asked Sherles.

“But I have one!” cried Rui. “The teacher at the Pre Gym gave me one - remember, Wes?”

“Well, that’s great!” exclaimed Sherles. “Might as well give her some of the Pokemon now, Wes.”

Within a few minutes, Rui was now officially a trainer - the new owner of Quagsire, Flaaffy, Skiploom, Furret and Slugma.

“Wow… I have Pokemon! And five to boot!” remarked Rui happily. “I wonder if I should nickname them?”

“Um, maybe later Rui,” Wes said quickly, not sure that the Shadow Pokemon deserved nicknames that Rui could come up with.

“Well, now that’s sorted out, I’ll just give you a free ticket to the Colosseum challenge,” said Duking. “Don’t lose this - just show it to the receptionist tomorrow and you’ll be good to go. Best of luck!” he called, as Wes and Rui departed.

“Thanks!” replied Wes.

***

After the meeting, Wes and Rui headed over to the PokeMart, to stock up on supplies and buy some food. To their dismay, Johnson followed them, still eager to ‘help’, but Wes thought that at least shopping would distract him.

However, Wes immediately regretted stepping into the shop, as he wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of cheese. The state of the shop reflected the state of the town - food was stacked in illogical order, with the store seemingly housing multiple climates within it - one side of the store was producing cold air from the fridges storing the refrigerated stock, while the opposite side of the store was overwhelmingly hot, like a humid rainforest.

“Weird things they sell…” said Rui, eyeing some of the products. “Hey, look, books!” she cried, spotting a tray of books as she ran to examine them.

“Hey, Wes, I’ve been wondering,” Johnson began.

“What is it, Johnson?” Wes sighed.

“Is it true that when you die in your dreams, you die in reality?”

“No…”

“Ok, only I heard it from someone, and I had a dream in which I died, but I hadn’t really died…” explained Johnson.

It’s true that you should die… considered Wes.

“Oh dear…” Rui said, still glancing at the books.

“What?” asked Wes curiously.

“These books seem rather odd…” muttered Rui as she picked up a few books. “Look at this one - ‘The Adventures of Rondam and Fiends’?”

“Ok then… that IS an odd title…” agreed Wes.

“‘The Official Game Guide to Pokemon Colosseum’? That’s odd, didn’t think Pyrite could have any games, let alone game guides - hey, it looks like Espeon on the cover! And look that this one - ‘Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence’…” Rui’s voice trailed off as she read the title of the last story.

“Wonder what happens in that story?” wondered Johnson.

“Johnson… how about you go look for some ice cream?” suggested Wes.

“Yay!” shouted Johnson, bounding over to the refrigerated section.

“However did he get to that age with such a small amount of brain cells?” pondered Wes.

“I don’t know.”

“Neither do I. But I’m sure he’ll go far one day,” said Wes.

“You sure?” asked Rui.

“Yes - and the sooner he goes, the better,” Wes added, causing Rui to laugh.

“Aha! Ice cream!” cried Johnson triumphantly, before opening a fridge door and stepping instead to get some. He failed to notice the fridge door close behind him until he tried to get out.

“Hey! Little help here, people?” a muffled voice sounded from the fridge, as Johnson tried to open the door – unfortunately, it wasn’t budging one bit.

“What’s that? Sorry, can’t hear you,” replied Wes, blatantly ignoring Johnson’s dilemma. “Hey!” he added, as a bystander tapped him on the shoulder a bit too hard, and right in a pressure point.

“Psst, guy!” the stranger whispered to Wes in an odd manner.

“Um, what is it?” asked Wes, rubbing his shoulder while glaring at the earnest old man, who didn’t seem that have noticed what he had done.

“If I was to offer you ten Pokeballs for ten dollars, would you take it?”

“Umm, yes?”

“If I knew of such a deal, I’d keep it to myself!” chuckled the man.

“Oh, very funny…” muttered Wes, not at all impressed by the ‘joke’. Meanwhile, the man went over to view Johnson struggling to break free from his icy prison.

“How about if I offered you ten Pokeballs for ten dollars?” asked the man, ignoring Johnson’s pleas for freedom. Johnson then resorted to banging on the door to get the man’s attention.

“Hmm, you seem to be of the suspicious sort,” the man finally continued, before walking off.

“You done yet Rui?” Wes called.

“I guess so,” she answered, appearing from an aisle with a large number of items in her arms. Wes’s eyes burgled at the sight of the pile, which appeared to be several food items with a pair of legs. Even the shop keeper looked surprised that Rui could ruffle out so much food in so little time, and fresh normal content at that.

“Ok, we’ll just have some bread, butter, ham, this yellow cheese, tomatoes, lettuce… potatoes, three Super Potions - actually, make that four - a couple of carrots, a packet of peas, , a bunch of bananas, an orange, apple juice, a pineapple, some rice - ahh, Uncle Ben’s rice - biscuits, pretzels, two packets of chips - I believe they’re on special - some Poke food, window cleaner, more bananas, a box of chocolates, a turkey, this stylish toaster…

“What next, the kitchen sink?” murmured Wes.

“Hey, look, baklava!” cried Rui, spotting a small packet of the aforementioned item of food on a nearby shelf. She immediately dropped everything and went to examine it - unfortunately for the shop keeper, Rui had dropped the majority on his head.

"Hmm, I’ll think we’ll just take this actually,” Rui said, surprised to see the owner’s angry face in response to her decision. “What?” The shop keeper just gave her an angry look as he went to put every item back from where Rui got them, as Wes and Rui waited patiently. As the shopkeeper came back, he noticed Rui staring intently at the baklava.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I think we’ll pass on the baklava actually. Could you please bring everything back?” asked Rui sweetly.

“You mean to say,” began the shop keeper none too happily and in a slow, annoyed voice, “you dropped stuff on my head, decided to make me take all of that stuff back, and now you’ve changed your mind? You seriously want me to go back and get all of those things?!?”

“Err… pretty please?” tried Rui.

“OUT!” commanded the shop keeper.

“Stupid shop…” grumbled Rui as she and Wes walked out of the store. “At least I still have the baklava,” she added, producing the packet of pastries from behind her back, causing Wes to slap his head in sheer bemusement.
Meanwhile, the shopkeeper returned to his counter fuming angrily about dumb customers, only to get knocked out by a fridge door. Johnson stumbled out of the fridge, shivering cold and the worse for wear.

“I see,” he muttered, “I was opening the door the wrong way… hey, why are you sleeping?” Johnson asked the shopkeeper who was out cold on the dirty shop floor.

***

Ferma and Reath - please report to Master Miror B’s office immediately.

“Oh great,” complained Reath as she heard the announcement in her communicator. “Now we have to see the crazed man now!” she continued. “There are two things that I hate - people who are constantly late, and people who have giant afros and strange obsessions with Ludicolos, dancing and music that just loops!”

“Well, personally I like the music…” mumbled Ferma as they walked into Miror B’s office, with the aforementioned music blazing in the background.

“Can you explain why you are late again?” asked Miror B as they entered.

“We’re not late…” began Reath.

“Actually, we are,” Ferma said, glancing at her watch.

“Well, whatever,” hurried Reath. “What is it?” she asked Miror B.

Miror B’s face was of one of confusion, and he turned down the music. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“What is this about?” asked Reath, impatient. “Has the music gone to your head?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong,” began Miror B, “But didn’t you say that there was something wrong with the windmill, which is required to power up the Colosseum?”

“What do you mean something wrong?” retorted Reath. “When did we say that?”

“Ok…” muttered Miror B, a small frown growing on his face. “Let’s see. The power went out all over town for several hours - lucky the radio can run on batteries - and you came in saying that the windmill had stopped working, and that you were going to investigate only a few hours back. Clearly it’s working now, but I got no report, did I not?”

“When did we say that?” asked Reath again. “Are you trying to mess with our minds? We never said such a thing - you’re out of your mind.”

Wordlessly and with an expressionless face, Miror B pulled out a tape recorder, re-winded it, and played. Reath’s voice was clearly recognizable.

“And it seems the windmill has stopped working… me and Ferma are going to investigate this,” Reath’s voice sounded from the machine.

“…Ok, maybe I did…” conceded Reath, scratching her head in confusion.

“Honestly, believe us, Miror B - neither she nor I remember that conversation, sir,” stated Ferma.

“Oh, whatever, the important thing is - is it going to work tomorrow for the Colosseum challenge?” asked Miror B.

“I… guess so,” answered Ferma.

“Good - that’s what I wanted to know,” said Miror B with a stunning smile. “Reath, what’s that you have there?” he asked curiously, spotting Reath twist the black altered Itemfinder in her hands.

“Oh, some junk,” she answered. “That fool Johnson dropped it. And it doesn’t seem to work… and I really think that that music is not good for you,” she added.

“Why, what’s wrong with the tune, don’t you know that I need to, listen to my music, even if you hate it!” retorted Miror B.

“Well, for starters, you just said that sentence to the song’s tune!” pointed out Reath.

“No I didn’t do that… hang on, I did…” admitted Miror B.

“Anyway, see ya!” Reath finished, placing the Itemfinder, only too eager to leave the office that had been recently turned into a dance floor. “Come, Ferma,” she commanded. Ferma sighed and followed her out of the room.

“Hey, I don’t want it!” shouted Miror B, but they had already left. “Oh well, off to the bin it goes,” he conceded, picking up the Itemfinder and throwing it over his shoulder towards the bin. The object never made it though - instead it collided with Miror B’s afro and sunk into it, disappearing from sight. Miror B strangely seemed not to notice this, and gave a sigh, lost in thought.

The man, who had been once considered the greatest dance prodigy since John Travolta, was having second thoughts over the whole deal. Sure, he got his own dance floor, and having a town under his control was nice, but he missed the shows and the contests he had partaken in with his Ludicolos. He wasn’t particularly keen on the whole Shadow Pokemon thing, and secretly hoped that he didn’t have to resort to going ahead with the Plusle. The whole business reeked of something smelly. Being a criminal certainly wasn’t what he had wanted to be.

I guess that’s what you’d expect if you work for a guy with world dominance as one of his primary aspirations, Miror B conceded to his distrust. But that’s why we’re on his side, is it not? However Miror B knew that it was not quite right. And to boot, the Shadow Pokemon that he had received couldn’t even perform a simple dance move! No amount of music or help from his Ludicolos helped in the slightest. Some Shadow Pokemon - the other Administrators got way better Pokemon than him.

Oh well, at least I have my music, Miror B thought.

***

The next day was the day of the Colosseum challenge. It seemed that it was an obvious choice to use to waste some time for the vast majority of the town’s population, who all flocked up to the old run-down building that housed the battles frequently made there. Most lined up for a seat in the audience - only a few were gathered separately around the reception area. Wes gathered that this was where the participants were meant to be.

“Ok Rui, you go get yourself a ticket and a seat, and enjoy my victory,” joked Wes. “I think I’ll use Espeon for battle - if there is a Shadow Pokemon being used, I don’t think that it’ll be wise to try wiping everyone’s minds and snagging it there and then - might as well do it later on the off-chance that it happens,” he added, taking the Itemfinder - now dubbed the ‘Mind Wiper’ - off of Espeon.

“Esp, Espeon…” (But I liked using that… oh well, battling is still fun, I guess…) Espeon sadly said.

“Good luck!” called Rui as she promptly ran to the end of the line. However in her haste she bumped into the last person, who in turn bumped into the person in from of him, causing a domino effect as a wave of falling people collided with the reception desk.

“Oh dear…” murmured Wes to himself, joining the small group of participants and started paying attention to the receptionist’s instructions.

***

Half an hour later, the Colosseum was filled to the brim with spectators, all priming to cheer or boo the trainers set to compete. A few ordered greasy foods from the occasional passing hot dog man, and took to their seats gingerly - many a person had fallen after the seat had simply collapsed underneath their weight - once a battle had been held up as a person had landed right on top of a Pokemon.

Rui looked around, searching for a seat. She spied one next to a group of people, and happily bounded towards them.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Well, yes actually…” began one of the people.

“Oh, good, thanks!” exclaimed Rui, clearly not having waited for an answer as she sat down in the seat. “Do you like Pokemon?” she asked.

“Uh…”

‘I love Pokemon! I got my own yesterday and I’m so very happy! Anyway, are you cheering for anyone, any friends in the Colosseum challenge?” Rui asked. The man looked uncertainly at her for a moment, waiting to see if she would go on. Rui simply stared right back, seemingly waiting for a response this time.

“Well, my friend is…”

“MY friend is in it too! His name is Wes and he’s going to win!” announced Rui.

“Right…”

Duking just then walked onto the middle of the hard, dusty battle arena, causing all in the Colosseum to erupt in cheers.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Children and Other, I welcome you to the 428th Colosseum challenge!” Duking's voice boomed across the massive building, not requiring the assistance of a microphone. The crowd responded with even more cheering.

“This time we have scrambled up enough competitors for a four round competition - that is, sixteen competitors to try and impress you in Pokemon battles for you to enjoy! First up, we have…” Duking fell silent as he looked at a palm card, “…Hoks? What kind of a name is that? Anyway, we have ‘Hoks’, and Wes!”

“Woo! Wes! Go Wes!” shouted Rui, causing the person next to her to cover his ears.

“Ok folks, this will be a simple two-on-two battle,” concluded Duking, walking off to the side as Wes and Hoks walked on. “Best of luck,” he muttered to both, with a wink to Wes as they both assembled at opposite sides of the stadium.

“Ok, release your Pokemon!” commanded Duking.

“Barboach and Sandshrew! I choose you!” shouted Hoks, who was bizarrely dressed as a hunter of some sort, throwing two Pokeballs at centre stage, releasing both Barboach - a small blue worm-fish-like Pokemon that started wiggling in the dirt- and Sandshrew - a small shrew with thin lines crossing all over making patches upon its yellow parched back.

“Oh, come on - that phrase is so clichéd it’s not funny,” replied Wes, eager to get on with the battle. “And your Pokemon are a little on the small side. Come on, Espeon and Umbreon! Make this quick!”

“Espeon!” (This will be easy!)

“Umbreon!” (This’ll be a walkover!)

“Oh yeah?” retorted Hoks. “You’re just jealous that I said it first!”

“Yeah, whatever,” mumbled Duking. “This battle will now begin!”

“Ok, Sandshrew - use Sand Attack!” commanded Hoks.

“Sandshrew!” (I like sand! Sand Sand Sand!) the small shrew Pokemon shouted, sending a bundle of sand towards Espeon and Umbreon with his arms and legs as it dug up the grainy substance form the ground. However the majority of the clumps of sand fell short of the two Pokemon.

“Pttf. That’s all?” asked Wes. “Espeon - show them your Sand Attack!”

“Espi!” (Will do!) acknowledged Espeon, before he concentrated his psychic powers on the ground. Slowly, millions upon millions of grains of fine sand rose from the ground and floated in the air.

“Es…pi…on!” shouted Espeon, and with a flick of the head, the sand particles all flew at an amazing speed right back at the Sandshrew.

“Shrew!” (I hate sand!) protested the small Pokemon as the particles started merging into bigger clumps just before they collided with the unfortunate shrew Pokemon. Some grains on the other hand remained separated, giving shorter yet sharper stinging sensations to Sandshrew’s body. A few hit Barboach on the way too, but it simply wiggled deeper into the ground, safe from the onslaught.

“Arrgh!” shouted Hoks as some sand inadvertently hit him as well.

“And what a Sand Attack from Espeon!” Duking said grandly, invoking cheers from the impressed crowd.

“Oh yeah? Try this for size!” shouted Koks. “Barboach - use Surf!”

The tiny Pokemon summoned up a small trickle of water from the ground, water seeping from the ground. Adding some burst of water from its mouth as well, it then sent the liquid as a wave towards its opposing two Pokemon, waving its antennae threateningly.

“Umbre!” (That’s… it?) asked Umbreon incredulously, as the small wave of water reached his and Espeon’s ankle-height.

“Espeon…” Wes began.

“Espeon!” (Way ahead of you!) Espeon said, already sending the water right back at Barboach. The small Pokemon was carried high into the air by the water, before being submitted to an accurate Secret Power from Umbreon, the electrical-like attack combining with the water and inflicting further pain to the small Pokemon. Umbreon follow up by charging at the Sandshrew, who had also been flung up by the water and Tackled it into the Barboach, knocking both out simultaneously.

“And the victory goes to… Wes!” announced Duking, as the crowd cheered.

“Yay! Wes won! I told you he was good!” cried Rui.

“Yes, you did…” mumbled the person next to her, still rubbing his ears.

Soon enough, the first round of battles was over and the second round - the quarterfinals - commenced. Once again Wes was in the first battle of the round, and waited for his opponent to come onto the arena.

“Next up, we have… Tom!” shouted Duking. “A normal name for a change,” he added to himself. After a moment, Duking looked around. “Hey, Tom? You’re up!” he called.

“I’m a coming!” a voice sounded from the entry point.

Is that who I think it is? thought Wes. His fears were confirmed as the person stumbled out of the tunnel.

“Yus…Yis…. Yes! Yes, I’m heard, I mean here!” shouted Tom. “Hey, I knows you! It’s Superwoman…. Thing!” he remarked upon seeing Wes.

“Oh dear, it’s you - and you seem intoxicated again…” muttered Wes.

“But… you were perfectly sober in the previous battle!” remarked Duking.

“Well, a lot can happeny in a wek,” defended Tom. “But didn’t worry - I con still battle - yes, old Tommy-tom-tom boy… Tom can win!”

“Somehow I doubt that…” said Wes.

“Well, whatever,” conceded Duking. “Again, this shall be a two-on-two battle! Begin!”

“Ok, go, Croconaw and Makuhita!” Wes shouted, sending both Pokemon out respectively.

“Ohh, they look putty…” remarked Tom.

“They’re… putty?” asked Wes, confused.

“Maku! Hita Hita!” (Where’s the other Pokemon! I want to bash their heads in!) shouted Makuhita.

“Croc?” (Or do we attack that thing?) Croconaw asked Wes, referring to Tom who was now inexplicitly doing a little dance.

“No. Leastways, not yet,” answered Wes.

“Oi! Drunk guy! Get on with it!” shouted Duking.

“Whas? Oh, rightio!” said Tom who had now progressed to Morris dancing. “I’d better send out my Pokeymans, right? Lets me sees….” he mumbled, rummaging through his pockets.

“Where are they?” he muttered. “Oh dear, I think…"

“What?” asked Wes impatiently.

“I forgot my forgot something.”

“What?”

“Oh, waity, it’s in the other rocket, no, clock, no, my pocket! That’s it!” Tom announced, pulling out two Pokeballs from his other pocket. Already the crowd was booing at the delays.

“Go, Spinydah, and Spineti!” stuttered Tom as he sent out two Spinda - panda-like Pokemon with many red spots randomly placed on its head and body. The two Pokemon, identical if not for the spots, swayed uncontrollably upon being released.

“Espeon!” (They seem drunk too!) exclaimed Espeon, who was sitting on the side of the match, watching on.

“No, Spinda are often like that - they do some sort of swaying motion that can be used to confuse you - don’t get caught in the motion, Croconaw and Makuhita!” warned Wes. Espeon however sniffed the air cautiously.

“Espi…” (No, they really are drunk…)

“Umbre…” (I wonder what beer tastes like…) Umbreon wondered.

“Ok, my mini, min, midgetions!” slurred Tom. “Try Teeter Dance!”

The two Pokemon tried to obey, but ended up fall over upon one another as they stumbled. Almost instantly, sounds of snoring could be heard from the Pokemon.

“Er… I guess, Wes wins then,” announced Duking, seeing that the Spinda were in no state to battle.

“Oh noes, I’m lost!” conceded Tom with a dazed look on his face.

“Don’t you mean ‘I lost’,” asked Wes.

“No, reallys, I don’t now where I be…” sniffed Tom. “But you’re a wonner! Now I can’t win all of the smazzules and the… thingy! Oh, it’s ok, you’re alllll riiiiggghhhttt….” started Tom, before falling unconscious.

“Maku!” (I wanted to battle!)

“Croconaw!” (Now can we hit him?) asked Croconaw as two men came and dragged Tom off the ground. Tom was still muttering in his sleep on the way out.

“Yes, I wiuld luke some orange sheeerrrbeeeet…” he garbled.

A few more battles of little consequence followed before the semi-final round. Wes ended up having a bye into the final, with his opponent found in the bathroom unconscious. Tom had ended up in an argument with him and got into a fight, strangely coming out as the winner.

“I shossed him! Now he will never mever call me a catfish again, if my name’s not… Kevin!” shouted Tom at the organisers of the tournament in protest.

“Yay, Wes is in the final!” celebrated Rui upon the news that Wes had a bye. “He’s going to win, I know he is, and then we’re going to save the world - oh, I shouldn’t have said that - it’s classified information,” she finished.

“Ok then…” acknowledged the man, before he turned to his friends. “You want to switch places?” he whispered to them. They all responded by shaking their heads vigorously.

“So, do you like stuff?” interrupted Rui.

“Ok folks, the final battle awaits!” announced Duking. “Musicians, if you please?” he asked, and a band on the side started into a flowing piece of music.

“Umbreon.” (Oh, epic!) remarked Umbreon.

“The final battle is between Wes and Mirez! This will be a four-on-four battle, two Pokemon out at one time! Let the battle begin!” shouted Duking.

“Nothing’s going to stop me!” shouted Wes’s opponent, a buff man with a stylish choice of clothes. “Go, Bagon and Goldeen!” Two Pokemon were sent out from the towering opponent - Bagon being a blue dragon Pokemon with short arms and legs, and a large ridge on its head. Goldeen was a small fish Pokemon, which instantly summoned a small pool of water from the ground so that it wouldn’t be left flopping on dry land helplessly.

“Ok, go Makuhita and Croconaw - now you can have a good battle!” commanded Wes.

“Maku!” (Prepare to suffer!) Makuhita cried - Croconaw merely sized up his adversaries with his eyes and snorted with disdain.

“Ok, Makuhita, give Bagon a Shadow Rush!” commanded Wes. “Croconaw, Bite the Goldeen!”

“Bagon, stop it with Headbutt! Goldeen, Water Gun!” shouted Mirez. As Makuhita charged at the Bagon, it charged back with surprising speed, head tilted towards the chubby fighting Pokemon. However it never noticed Makuhita change direction with its eye faced towards the ground, and Makuhita sent it flying into the air with a powerful hit with his fist.

“Bagon!” (I can fly!) it shouted, before colliding head-first into the audience - Makuhita had hit it out of the arena. As shouts of protest came from the crowd, Croconaw expertly dodged the Water Gun attack from the Goldeen and bit it viciously, before tossing it onto dry land. Makuhita then followed up with an Arm Thrust attack, striking the poor fish multiple times until it gave in and fainted. Meanwhile Bagon was subsequently sent flying from the throng of people, who were none too happy at his arrival and landed face-first in the dust, also succumbing.

“What? You fainted them both so quickly?” gasped Mirez in amazement, his imposing demeanour somewhat diminishing. “Now I’m angry! Go, Delibird and Magnetmite - use Supersonic!” he shouted - sending out a red and white penguin which strangely held its tail over its shoulder as if it was a sack, and a small levitating magnet-like Pokemon, which gave off some shrill sharp sounds upon being sent out, causing both Croconaw and Makuhita to cover their ears in pain.

“Ok, Delibird, use Present!” yelled Mirez, and on cue the Delibird grabbed a wrapped-up box from her sack-like tail!” (Merry Christmas!) the penguin squawked, as it threw the present at Croconaw’s feet.

“Croc…onaw?” (For me?) Croconaw asked, staring at the present. Then it exploded in his face. Croconaw clutched his head for a moment, before fainting to the ground.

“Damn,” commented Wes quietly as he returned the fainted Croconaw to his Pokeball. “Still, it’s three on two… Makuhita - take it easy out there,” Wes instructed.

“MAKU!” (DIE!) shouted the Makuhita angrily, charging at the Delibird furiously. Before either trainer or Pokemon could react, Makuhita was hitting the bird in rage.

“Oh, Makuhita’s aura is red. Must be in Hyper-mode,” Rui said to herself, getting a strange look from her neighbour.

“Maku! Hita Hita Makuhita!” (Dirty trick! Exploding presents must suffer!) Makuhita shouted, smashing the bird in the head before grabbing the presents out of the bird's tail and throwing them away right onto Magnetmite, just before the multiple wrapped boxes exploded. The magnet Pokemon stood no chance as explosion after explosion hit it.

“Deli…” (My presents…) Delibird moaned as Makuhita punched the bird time and time again, before it succumbed to the sudden thrashing it received.

“Well, that ended with an explosion! Wes is the winner!” Duking announced, the crowd getting to their feet to applaud the victorious trainer.

“…Nice work, Makuhita,” praised Wes.

“Maku!” (Presents go boom!) said the Pokemon proudly.

***

“Ok, here are your prizes for winning, Mr… Wesley,” stated the receptionist. “You get a coupon for dance lessons at the newly opened dance school, a key ring promoting anti-drug messages, and this bag of money containing a total of $4949.”

“Ok… thanks!” Wes responded, grabbing the money first. Odd amount of prize money… but, whatever!

“Wes, you won!” shouted Rui, coming through the door and hugging Wes tightly.

“Yes, I know…” Wes weakly said when Rui let go of her.

“Ahem,” coughed a person, suddenly sliding up to Wes. He was dressed in black, and wore an odd helmet upon his head. “I take it that you were the winner of the Colosseum challenge?”

“Um, yes,” answered Wes, realising who this might be.

“Brilliant. My… boss is the kind of person who likes to reward strong battlers. Could you please follow me to obtain an extra special prize?”

“Certainly.”

“Excellent. Follow me, please,” ordered the thin man, and Wes and Rui followed him out.

“Ok, let’s prepare for anything,” whispered Wes to Rui. “I have a feeling that things are going to get rough soon…”


***




Hope you enjoyed that. Here be the spoiler for people and events in this chapter:

Duking’s request - Duking asks you after helping retrieve the gear to enter the Colosseum battle for him. In the game, you can’t refuse this, so battle you must. However it is only revealed that Plusle was kidnapped later on.

Shopping - somehow the shop looks like any other nice-looking shop would look like - which doesn’t make sense considering it’s in Pyrite, hence the altered state of it in the chapter, and the slightly ‘dubious’ items on sale.

Pokeball-deal guy - he stands in the shop, making up random deals, such as ‘ten Pokeballs for ten dollars’. If you like the deal, he tries to be funny, and if you say no, he calls you the ‘suspicious sort’. Yet another random NPC. The shopkeeper isn’t as angry, just generic.

Ferma/Reath/Miror B scene - I made it up, just to justify a few other things (such as why Cipher never get worried about the windmill failing).

Colosseum challenge - the first and last battlers are exactly as they are in the game, and the description of the colosseum is accurate - it’s a run-down old thing. The money prize is also the same, and one can also get TM’s by winning multiple times. However, the 2nd battle is NOT drunk-guy (aka Tom), nor is the third battler absent. So that they are not entirely ignored, let’s pay tribute to:
Tisler - has a Natu and Meditate, and
Bandana guy Vilch - with Cacnea, Electrite, and Vulpix.
Lest we forget.

 

[Zora of Termina]

...I'd comment on this if not for the fact that the entire post is in black and I'm using Roar of Time style. >>

Miiiight wanna fix that, because the Minimal Dewgong style hurts my eyes and I see from he quote that there is a Tom in this chapter :<

 

[Eeveelution]

I had to change the style to read it, but the chapter was still good. There were a few parts that were kind of hard to read, though. Such as " “However did he get to that age with such a small amount of brain cells?” " I think you meant to say "How" instead of "However". Otherwise, the story's very good! (Although you should use the font color used in earlier chapters to post new ones. It's easier to read on all layouts and doesn't hurt people's eyes.)

 

[bobandbill]

Chapter Nine, people! (Man I'm lazy in reposting/making super-minor updates to old chapters :P).

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Chapter Nine - The Music-Man’s Fortress​

“Yes, you will get a fine prize indeed,” continued the man with a slightly shady tone to his voice as they crossed the bridge over the gorge. “Miror B, our boss, the town’s true mover and shaker, wishes you to have a gorgeous gift.”

Aha! So Miror B is in this! Wes thought to himself smugly.

“Wes, look,” whispered Rui, as the man lead them down some dark alleys. Leastways, darker then what streets in Pyrite were, Wes mused. After some wondering around a maze of lanes, they came up to a large building with an enormous metal roller door the only visible sign of entrance. Above the door was a sign titled:

Dance House - Learn to Dance!
Free teddy bear for every membership purchased!​

“Now I’m positive that we’re on the right track,” Wes muttered as he recalled Miror B’s dance moves when they had encountered him. Miror B must have used this place as his cover.

“So, we stay here until Johnson or Sherles show up?” Rui asked quietly.

“Yep, that was the plan… but where the hell are they?” replied Wes, looking around for any sign of them. Meanwhile, the man knocked on the door.

“Open up!” he called.

“First say the password,” replied a voice from inside.

“What password? There is no password!” exclaimed Wes’s and Rui’s guide in surprise.

“There is now. I thought there should be one, so I made it five minutes ago.”

“But… how the hell would I know it then?”

“…Fair enough,” conceded the voice. “It’s ‘open sesame’,” it added. A long pause followed the statement.

“Well, are you going to let me in, or what?” he asked, irritated.

“Are you going to say the password?”

“Oh, for crying out loud… OPEN SESAME!” shouted the man. At that, the door opened wide for him.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” queried the voice. The owner of it turned out to be a woman, who was dressed in a remarkably similar style as the man.

Cipher must be a big team to have outfits like that, Wes mused. Team Snagem only gave you a crummy red jacket - which I never really wore - and a free haircut.

“What the hell was with that password nonsense, Sema?” demanded the man.

“Well, I thought it was a good idea, Nore…” began Sema. “We had an intruder come in not so long ago… some kid with silver hair.”

“Really?”

“Yep - he was spouting some stuff about how we were jerks or something and that he wouldn’t allow us to take control of this town. Anyway, Ferma and Reath have him taken care of.”

Wes and Rui exchanged glances. Silva is here? That may change things… Wes considered.

“Well, that’s good,” answered Nore. “I’ve got the Colosseum Challenge winner here. Let’s present him with another Shadow Pokemon, and watch chaos be unleashed upon this pitiful town!” With that, the man laughed melodramatically. Wes raised his eyebrows - clearly Cipher’s people weren’t above announcing their plans in front of bystanders. It seemed that they had forgotten all about him and Rui.

“Hang on…” began the woman, frowning at Wes. “That’s… that’s that Wes guy that Miror B has been harping on about!” she accused, pointing at Wes.

“It is?” asked Nore, confused at this bit of news.

“Um, surely there’s some sort of mistake…” began Wes.

“YES! And you were stupid enough to let him in here!” cried Sema, grabbing a piece of paper from a nearby desk with Wes’s picture upon it. The words ‘WANTED BY CIPHER’ were printed underneath the image.

“Uh-oh,” Wes managed, slowly moving his hands to his belt where his Pokeballs were hanging off of.

“EVERYONE! GET DOWN HERE! WE HAVE A SITUATION!” Sema screamed. At this, a wave of people stumbled down a nearby flight of stairs.

“We have an intruder here!” shouted the female. “He brought down Team Snagem! Take him down!” she ordered.

“What, you hired all these guards?” Wes queried, trying to delay the inevitable. Where the hell is Johnson? Or Sherles for that matter? “I thought this was a dance school!”

“So you’d think!” exclaimed the woman. “But these are no customers – despite Miror B’s efforts, nobody here wants to learn how to dance! No, these are just a bunch of guards that we’ve employed so that this wouldn’t happen. Until someone let him right in!” Sema added, glaring at Nore.

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” retorted Nore. “I was just doing my job!”

“But… I’m here to learn how to dance…” one of the newcomers mumbled. “What’s going on here?”

“Silence!” she ordered, assuming charge. “If you get him, you can get a free lifetime membership!”

“Ok!”

“I’m afraid to say however, that you aren’t going to get very far,” she concluded confidently, turning back to Wes.

“I’m not too sure about that,” replied Wes. “Go, Espeon and Umbreon!” he said, tossing two Pokeballs into the space in front of the crowd.

“Umbre!?” (Umm… why all the people?) Umbreon asked as he materialised and glanced at the glares of the people.

“Never mind that,” began Wes. “Espeon – wipe their –”

Just then, Wes’s command was cut out by a shout and a person running straight into the room.

“There you are, Johnson!” exclaimed Wes. “And about time too.”

“Yes, I’m here to save the da – Arrgh!” cried Johnson, wrecking the moment as he tripped over one of his shoelaces. Unfortunately, the incoming Johnson clattered directly into Espeon.

“Esp-!” (What-) Espeon managed, before Johnson’s knee hit his head. Espeon slumped to the ground in pain, and gave a small surprised moan before passing out.

“Oh, sorry, Espeon…” began Johnson.

“For crying out loud, you knocked him out!” cried Wes. “That’s just great.”

“Sorry…” apologised Johnson.

“What took you so long? And where’s Sherles?”

“Sherles… I don’t know where he is,” began Johnson. Wes slapped his head in frustration as Johnson tried to explain himself. “I got held up – I had to tie up my shoelace,” he insisted, pointing at his shoe. “Hang on, it’s untied again!”

“…Hang on, why the heck is Johnson here? Wait… first you turn on Team Snagem, and then you join the police?” cried the woman. “Absolutely bloody fantastic. We’re stopping you now – I’ve had it with all of these intruders! Guards, send out your Pokemon!”

On that command, various Pokemon were sent out by the guards and Nore, making the room even more cramped. A few dozen creatures faced Wes, who in turn sent out the remainder of his party. Wes gave a quick count – five against twenty-odd creatures of varying size and shape. This was looking like a very one-sided affair.

“Great, I love a challenge,” Wes sarcastically announced. “Rui, try to get Espeon awake.”

“Ok,” answered Rui, as she knelt down next to Espeon and pulled out a Revive out of her bag.

“Oh, I’m having none of that!” cried the woman. “And that’s our Shadow Pokemon you’ve got there as well!” she declared, recognizing the Pokemon Wes had sent out. Croconaw looked up at the angry woman.

“Croc!” (And you’re the annoying person who kept on whinging!) he remarked, seemingly recognising the woman.

“Makuhita!” (Prepare to die!)
“Ready guards? Att-”

Just then, a silhouette of a tall ungainly man appeared by the door. All looked at the newcomer as he sung in an overly loud and off-key voice.

“The wheelys on the busy… busier… bus goey mound and round…”

“…Tom?” Wes asked incredulously.

“Hey-hey, dis isn’t my hiuse…” Tom stated, confused. Then he noticed the tension between all in the room, and noticed the full-scale Pokemon battle about to start. “Did I come at a bad time?”

***​

“So, Gonzap, finally decided to explain yourself?”

The image of a large man with the lack of any sort of facial hair scowled back at Nascour. The fool looked exhausted, and seemed to have set up camp somewhere far away from where Team’s Snagem’s base lied. Leastways, what was left remaining of Team Snagem’s former base.

“I told you before – it’s not my fault!”

“Oh really? I’m under the impression that your organisation - which you are in charge of - let one of your recruits single-handedly destroy your entire base. Not to mention that the vast majority of your group are either arrested or running for their lives, while both snag machines are destroyed.”

Gonzap growled. “Only one is destroyed – the other is simply in possession of that blasted boy.”

“Which is as good as destroyed, if not worse!” shouted Nascour. The tension between the two men was incredible – luckily they were communicating over a televised relay, as otherwise more than just strong words would have been exchanged.

“Do you know that that boy has weakened our stranglehold on this miserable land, because of your team? Because of your mishaps, our plan is now being delayed! You’re lucky that Cipher has decided to keep our ties with you, else you would no longer be functioning.”

“I’m well aware about your losses, Nascour. Believe me; I didn’t exactly plan to have my base blown up. We suffered far worse than you,” Gonzap replied, subconsciously rubbing his head where his eyebrows used to be. “At least they’re starting to grow back…” he muttered to himself.

“Did you at least manage to get the rest of the Pokemon out of there, or did they get lost too?” sneered Nascour.

“Of course! Mind you, maybe they would have been better off dead, considering where they’re being sent. I’ve sent the last batch we got to Ein – including a Skarmory that I got. That’s to be my Shadow Pokemon – understand?”

“Sure, whatever,” Nascour answered dismissively. “Talk to Ein about that. At least you didn’t let one teenager destroy everything. Just your base, and the Snag machines, and your reputation. Well, whatever reputation there was to begin with…”

“Now look here, you’d better pipe down,” responded Gonzap angrily.

“And what position are you in to say such things? It’s not me who’s struggling, it’s you. And you’d better hope that he doesn’t come back to finish his job.”

“If I were you, I’d be worried about him too,” snapped Gonzap.

“Oh? How so? In all likeliness, that Wes fellow has no idea about the existence of Cipher, let alone where our hideouts are located. I think we don’t have to fear much from him.”

“So how come he had been interfering with your operations in Phenac?”

That hurt. Stunned, Nascour’s confident attitude changed into one of shock, much like one a Wingull would give if it had been hit with an electric attack.

“But, how did you know about that?”

Gonzap chuckled. “Oh, I have my ways. I also know that you still have no idea on his whereabouts, and that he rescued that girl that you were after as well,” Gonzap summarised, enjoying the look on Nascour’s face. “The thing is, I wouldn’t dismiss the kid - he may be as thin as a stick, but he thinks well on his feet, and it doesn’t take much to push him into retaliation.” Gonzap winced as he thought back to the lead-up of the moment that his base had been destroyed - he had misjudged Wes, and had suffered the worst consequences imaginable.

Well, sure, he could have died, but life without Team Snagem at its former glory, or his prized eyebrows, just wasn’t the same.

“Right. I’ll be sure to think of that the next time he blows up one of our hideouts,” Nascour replied dryly, trying his best to cover up his surprise at Gonzap’s knowledge of Cipher’s going-ons. “Bye.”

With that, Nascour closed the transmission. He had enough with talking to Gonzap. Cipher had placed their trust in Team Snagem, and they had let all hell break loose within their base, allowing a mere teenager take them down in one fell swoop. And that same teenager had been messing up with Cipher’s doings.

What’s more, was the simple fact that Cipher’s beginnings had been similarly hampered by such an event, with a group used for support by Cipher being brought down from an equally, if not more unlikely, source. It had taken Cipher a good while to recover from such an incident. But what happened to Team Snagem wasn’t going to affect Cipher this time, let alone occur to Cipher – such an outcome was too terrible - and probably too unlikely - to occur.

He’ll make sure of that.

***​

Meanwhile, in a certain building in Pyrite that belonged to Cipher, all hell was breaking loose.

Tom’s arrival had surprised Cipher’s guards, not to mention his drunken behaviour which resulted in him hiding behind a nearby chair.

“ARRGHH! IT’S WORLD WAR FIVE!!!!!” he screamed, startling Cipher’s agents with the shouting and the act of attempting to throw a table into the air. Wes, being somewhat more used to Tom’s antics, recovered the quickest, earning himself a few valuable seconds.

Makuhita started off the proceedings. He charged in fearlessly, and with a cry of ‘Die!’ punched the nearest opponent to him in the gut. The man doubled over in pain; surprised by the fact a Pokemon had attacked him.

“Good work, Makuhita,” acknowledged Wes, not minding whether human or Pokemon were taken out for the time being – either way, both were against him. He could worry about the consequences later. “Rui, can you send out your Pokemon?” he asked, as Umbreon and Croconaw caught on and sprang forward into attack, exploiting the distraction that Tom had provided. Misdreavus gave a ghostly giggle and joined the battle, latching onto a Hoothoot’s head. The unlucky bird Pokemon hooted in surprise and tried in vain to shake off the ghost type’s Bite attack.

“Sure, just a sec,” Rui called, applying the Revive to Espeon. She reached down into her bag and pulled out a handful of Pokeballs.

“Go, get them!” she called, before pulling off one of the most uncoordinated Pokeball releases ever seen. Five orbs flew wildly in the air in random directions. Wes instinctively ducked one that was centimetres from taking his head off.

“Fools! I’ll annihilate you myself with my Tyranitarrgh!” screamed the woman as a Pokeball hit her square in the nose. “Hey, watch where you’re throwing that!” she cried, before she stopped short, noticing a form materialise from the Pokeball that had just hit her.

Right above her head.

“Arrgh!!!”

In an instance, a large overweight Quagsire found itself standing on top of a struggling and unfortunate person, with a furious battle occurring around it. Try as she might, Sema could not budge the fat blue Pokemon off of her.

“Quag…sire” (Dah, you smell like peanuts,) Quagsire stated, leaning forward to examine the peon’s face. One look at Quagsire’s beady eyes and blank face, added to having it sit on top of her was simply too much for Sema, as she promptly passed out.

“Err… just stay there Quagsire,” Rui advised, peering at the woman’s downfall before turning back to Espeon. “Sorry about that!” she called to Sema.

“Quag!” (Ok!) Quagsire responded, before deciding to take a little nap where it was, palying no attention to the battle around it.

Meanwhile, Johnson had decided to join the fray himself. As Croconaw barged an unfortunate guard out of the way, Johnson strode up to him and two Pokemon that had moved in to check if he was ok after the attack.

“I’ll beat you!” he cried confidently. The man looked up and smiled.

“Right. You think you, Johnson, can beat me? Attack, Magnemite and Remoraid!” he commanded, as a small Magnemite beeped in response, and a thin blue fish, nestling in a small puddle it had summoned up, glared at the foolhardy Johnson.

“Oh yeah? Go, Magikarp!” replied Johnson. A fat flimsy-looking fish came out of Johnson’s Pokeball and flopped on the ground, the orange Pokémon looking a sad excuse for any sort of Pokemon battle.

“Whe… it’s Karpador!” exclaimed Tom, still somewhat confused by the whole situation. He has somewhat recovered from his initial fear that the end of the world was nigh, but had decided to stay behind the safety of the chair. That didn’t last long however as a Pineco that had been thrown to the side by Makuhita flew right at the chair and reduced it to pieces.

“Oh no! It’s a…. thingy!” cried Tom before vigorously kicking the poor helpless Pokemon back in the opposite direction into someone’s head. “Why fighting dis on fis go?” he wailed nonsensically in fear.

“Erm, Johnson?” Wes began, noticing Johnson’s somewhat bold move of using a Magikarp in battle. “Eh, whatever. Try to hold him off for a few seconds at least…” he continued, seeing Johnson’s determined face to do something right. Wes turned back to his Pokemon and rallied them.

“Ok, that’s ridiculous - a Magikarp? Remoraid, use Water Gun!” shouted the guard, as the small Pokemon shot out a ball of water straight at Magikarp.

“Ok – use Splash!” commanded Johnson. Magikarp flopped even harder than before as the heavy ball of water approached. Within a split-second of impact, Magikarp randomly jumped up high into the air, surprisingly evading the attack.

“What? Oh, you just got lucky. Remoraid, again!”

Once more a Water Gun attack was fired, and again Magikarp completely avoided it.

“Now that’s not possible… Fine then, Magnemite, use Supersonic!”

The Magnemite emitted a sharp array of sounds and focused the waves of reverberations right at the Magikarp. Whether they had any effect or not was unclear, as the Magikarp seemed oblivious to the attack and continued to flop on the ground.

“Ok… oh, whatever. Use Thundershock!”

“Magnet!” (Destroy, Destroy!) beeped the small Pokemon, unleashing an impressive orb of electricity at Magikarp. It zipped right at the fat fish Pokemon, but once again Magikarp evaded the attack with another random show of Splash.

“What the… Thundershock again!”

“Now, Magikarp, use Tackle on Remoraid!”

It was unclear whether Magikarp had actually used Tackle and had charged at the Remoraid, or that it simply had randomly flopped forward at a surprisingly fast speed at the right time to knock Remoraid into the path of the Thundershock attack. Needless to say, the opposing trainer didn’t take to this outcome too kindly, letting loose half a dozen profanities that were appropriate for one who was getting beaten by a Magikarp.

Meanwhile, Umbreon faced down three of one of the guard’s Pokemon at once - a small olive-coloured Larvitar, a Carvanha - a tropical looking red and blue fish with ferocious teeth, and a Barboach.

“Carvanha!” (I’m going to eat you!) announced the fish, baring its teeth.

“Larvitar!” (I’m going to poke you!) the Larvitar shouted, feeling confident with a three-on-one advantage despite Umbreon’s size compared to the trio.

“Barboach!” (I’m going to…shake my tail at you!) began Barboach, earning a glance from the other two Pokemon.

“Umbreon!” (We’ll see about that!) retorted Umbreon. “Umb!” (Take this!) he cried, before firing a Secret Power attack at Carvanha. Still distracted by Barboach’s comment, it gave a cry of surprise as the attack made contact. Electrical pulses spread across the fish’s body, and as it shook them off, it got hit by Umbreon’s charging Tackle, knocking it out.

“Umb!” (One down!)

“No way! Larvitar, Bite! Barboach, distract Umbreon with Water Gun!” commanded the Pokemon’s trainer. Larvitar snarled and charged at Umbreon, as Barboach charged up a Water Gun attack.

“Umbreon!” (Oh, too easy! Maybe you’d want to not announce your tactics to me,) drawled Umbreon. While Larvitar was coming, Barboach would simply stop Umbreon avoiding the attack it by aiming at him with Water Gun. Umbreon solved the dilemma by shifting to the side a tad, making the stubborn Larvitar switch routes. Now Larvitar was directly in line of the attack.

“Bar Barboach!” (Hey, get out of the way! I’m charging my Water Gun here!) shouted Barboach.

“Lar?” (I am?) asked Larvitar, glancing back to see that Barboach was right. When he turned back to Umbreon however, he was gone.

“Lar…” (Where is he?)

“Umbreon!” (Right behind you!) answered Umbreon, before striking the Pokemon with a perfectly-timed Faint Attack, having disappeared behind Larvitar and choosing now to strike. He followed up with a painful Bite attack to the Pokemon’s lower body, leaving Larvitar down for the count.

“Umb!” (Two down!) announced Umbreon, before jumping to the side to avoid the Water Gun attack from Barboach. “Umbreon!” (You’re mine!) he shouted, suddenly charging at the trembling Barboach.

“Maku!” (Dieee!) shouted Makuhita from nearby. From nowhere, Makuhita sprinted at Barboach first and punched it, knocking it out in one hit.

“Umb!” (Hey, that was my one!) cried Umbreon in protest as the Pokemon’s trainer sadly returned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, defeated. Then he cried in pain as Makuhita punched him in the shin.

“Maku! Hita Hita!” (You were too slow! Now, OUT OF MY WAY! MUST KILL!) shouted Makuhita, charging at another Pokemon.

“Umbreon…” (Well, I’d give him an ‘A’ for enthusiasm, that’s for sure,) murmured Umbreon, before joining the fray once again. The battle continued, and although Wes’s Pokemon were outnumbered, they were steadily wearing down their opposition, while desperately trying to avoid taking any major hits.

“Good work Croconaw!” cried Wes, watching as an unfortunate Taillow succumbed to a tremendous Shadow Rush attack, the small swallow squawking in pain as it fell.

“Croc?” (Really? Wow…) replied Croconaw, surprised at the compliment he just received.

“Yep - that was great. Keep it up!” encouraged Wes. Croconaw stared at Wes’s unexpected praise, ignoring the battle around him for the moment. Bluno hadn’t said such things to him - instead, he talked about interest rates and lawyers. Bluno always got easily distracted… suddenly; Croconaw’s mind was made up. Wes wasn’t so bad.

“Croconaw!” (This is for making Wes angry!) cried Croconaw.

Suddenly, the ground started shaking as a rush of water erupted from deep below the ground. Wes glimpsed a large hole in the floor appearing before his view of it was obstructed by water flowing freely from it, spreading across the floor and merging into a massive wave. Wes’s Pokemon noticed the looming danger, or were alerted to it by Wes, and quickly scampered to the other side of the room, as the wave built up size and speed from behind Croconaw. Luckily, Makuhita was busy tormenting a Cacnea behind the wave, for otherwise it probably wouldn’t have noticed the impeding danger. A few other Cipher agents and their Pokemon were also safely out of the way, including Johnson’s rival, but the majority were in the wrong place in the wrong time, and were too tired to move out of the way in time.

“Croc…o….naw!” (Water!) Croconaw shouted, before the wave caught up to him and swelled in size. Croconaw comfortably rode it, before letting the wall of liquid fall straight on top of Cipher’s goons.

“Umbreon!” (Now that’s a Surf attack!) commented Umbreon, watching the swirling mass of fluid drench all within range of the attack. Most of the remaining Pokemon that hadn’t fainted from the battle lost consciousness right then and there.

“Oh no! It’s a…. a… watery mortery… wet!” cried Tom as he too got caught by the water. “Splish Splash Sploshy!” he cried. Just then, the door opened once again.

“I have a delivery of extra-glazed raspberry-flavoured jam doughnuts here… oh c-” began another newcomer. The delivery man was cut short as the mass of water escaped through the opening right into him.

“Fantastic!” cried Wes. “That was… brilliant!” The battle field had been practically cleared up now, with all of the guard’s Pokemon defeated. Croconaw beamed with pride at his new attack, although something told him that he knew it beforehand.

“You can stop punching things now Makuhita,” Wes added, as his weary Pokemon regarded a still enthusiastic Makuhita.

“Maku…” (Do I have to?) Makuhita asked, as he stopped punching a defenceless door.

“How… dare you!” cried Nore who struggled to his feet coughing out water, interrupting Wes’s thoughts. “You may have won the battle, but… well…” trailed off Nore, realising that there wasn’t much of a way to put a positive spin on things. “Well, damn you! I’ll go to my last resort - go, Yanma!”

Nore managed to send out a Pokemon, spitting out water as he did so. It resembled a giant overgrown dragonfly, with massive bug-out eyes. It darted quickly from side to side very rapidly - it was astonishing that a thing that size could move so quickly.

“Yanyanayanma!” (I-must-win-I-must-win-win-win-win-win-win!) it jabbered.

“Umbre?” (What did you say?) asked Umbreon, unable to catch on to what Yanma just said.

“Maku!” (I’ll destroy you!) cried Makuhita, charging at it before realising that it was gone. “Maku!” (Where’d you go?)

“Yanma!” (I-go-fast-so-I-can-win-win-win!) buzzed the Yanma, as it zipped around the room bumping into Wes’s tired Pokemon one at a time.

“Umb!” (Ow!)

“Croc!” (Ah!)

“Maku!” (Ouch! Stupid buzzy thing!)

It’s so quick… thought Wes. It’ll be hard for my Pokemon to hit it…

“Wes!” called Rui suddenly. “It’s a Shadow Pokemon - I can see its aura flying around!”

“It is? Well, that makes things even harder…”

“Oh, you won’t be snagging that Pokemon for a long while,” laughed Nore. “See, I had given it some coffee beforehand. It’s so hyper, you’ll never catch it!”

“Yanma!” (Coffee-coffee-coffee-coffee-coffee!) confirmed Yanma, flying even faster than before. It literally looked like a blur moving from one end of the room to the other, striking Wes’s Pokemon with each new cry of ‘coffee!’.

“Get them Yanma!” called Nore. “Wait… don’t stay in one place… what?” Nore was suddenly confused - Yanma seemed to be stuck in a small confined space, bouncing off an invisible wall.

“Yan? Yananyanyanyan!” (Oh-no-it’s-like-a-force-field-I-hate-force-fields-maybe-now-ow-maybe-now-ow-maybe-now-or-now-or-now!) Yanma jabbered, bouncing off in every direction.

“What the… that’s odd,” commented Wes. “Who did that?”

“Espi!” (I’m feeling better now! No thanks to Johnson though…) exclaimed Espeon, getting to his feet.

“It took him a while to come to, but he’s been ok for a while now,” Rui said. “Johnson must have hit him hard on the head.”

“Esp…Espeon!” (Too right… it was like a super-effective hit!)

“Oh, you’re better now! Well, good work on trapping that Yanma,” complimented Wes, watching Yanma bounce off the Reflect attack over and over again. Within half a minute it slumped to the ground, exhausted.

“Yan…” (Coffee…) it moaned in pain.

“Esp! Espeon!” (Well, what are you waiting for? Snag it!) urged Espeon, as he tiredly removed the field, still feeling a faint reminder of Johnson’s knee.

“Ok then,” Wes acknowledged, inserting a Pokeball into the Snag machine.

“No!” cried Nore, but it was too late - three shakes of the Pokeball later and the Yanma was in Wes’s possession.

“Yes!” cried Rui. “We’ve done it!”

“Not if I can help it!” shouted Nore, diving to grab the Pokeball. Just before he grabbed it however, it moved out of his reach, hit him firmly on the head, and travelled straight into Wes’s grasp.

“Esp!” (I’m definitely feeling better now!) announced Espeon.

“Now that is cool…” muttered Wes, impressed with the trick. Nore however wasn’t, as he clutched his head and moaned.

“Hang on,” interrupted Rui, “is Johnson still battling?”

Wes looked into one deserted corner of the room - Johnson indeed was still battling the same trainer he had been before.

“Why won’t you just die!?” shouted the guard in frustration. “I’ve had enough of this! Magnemite - Spark! Remoraid… just try to hit it!”

Both Pokemon, looking rather battered, charged at Magikarp with their respective attacks.

“Now, Magikarp - jump up and use Flail!”

Impossibly, Magikarp again jumped at the right time to evade both Magnemite’s and Remoraid’s simultaneous attacks as they collided with each other.

“Magnet! (I am error!) beeped Magnemite as Remoraid’s tail struck it.

“Rem!” (Pain!) cried Remoraid as the electrical pulses on Magnemite’s body transferred to Remoraid.

As Magikarp returned back to the ground and landed on top of the two Pokemon, it flailed its entire body vigorously, slapping both Remoraid and Magnemite multiple times with its tail. Whether it was the pain, or the sheer humiliation of being bested by a Magikarp that did it remained a mystery as both Remoraid and Magnemite succumbed and fainted.

“Johnson… did you just…” began Wes, his mouth gaping at the remarkable victory.

“I told you that I’d save the day,” boasted Johnson. “Good job Magikarp!”

“Magi!” (Flopping is fun!)

“Oh, that’s beyond ridiculous!” cried Nore. “You’re telling me that we got defeated by a Magikarp? And JOHNSON’S Magikarp to boot? I’m outta here!” he exclaimed, making a run for the door. Unfortunately for Nore, he found the door blocked and ran straight into a person. Before he knew what had happened, he found himself firmly handcuffed.

“Err… well, hello there, Sherles,” Nore began uneasily.

“About time, Sherles,” greeted Wes. “What took you so long?”

“Well, Duking and I had lost sight of you two for a moment, but Johnson spotted you. The trouble was that he ran after you so quickly that we lost sight of him too. He didn’t even tell us where you went! We had no idea where you where,” confessed Sherles, with an occasional glance to a blushing Johnson.

“How did you find us then?” Rui asked, quietly rummaging through her bag to pick out a few items, and gradually healed Wes’s Pokemon one by one.

“Oh, just a hunch,” replied Sherles, glancing through the door. Wes followed his gaze and saw where Sherles had gotten his ‘hunch’ from. A bunch of Cipher guards and Pokemon had been spewed outside by the Surf attack, which had created a mini-lake just by the door. Duking was outside, dragging the Cipher guards to their feet and none too kindly handcuffed them all himself.

“Oh dear…” whispered Rui, realising at some were more than a bit ruffed up.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about them,” consoled Duking. “After they kidnapped Plusle, they deserve everything they get, the dirty foul smelling…”

“Yes, yes, that’s enough,” hurried Sherles. “Get them safely into the cells - we can question them later. Me, Johnson, Wes and Rui will move on, and try to clear out the whole bunch.”

“Ok then,” Duking gruffly responded. “Just make sure that Plusle… doesn’t get badly hurt or anything.”

“We’ll try our best,” answered Wes.

“Appreciate it, Wes. Hope to see you soon,” acknowledged Duking, as he frog-marched the bewildered and battered Cipher guards.

“So… what did happen here?” Sherles asked. “Decided to renovate Cipher’s place as well as Team Snagem’s?”

“You could say that…” Wes shrewdly smiled.

“Ah! It’s you, Sherlock!” cried Tom suddenly, appearing from behind a staircase. He ran up and hugged Sherles in relief that the Sheriff of Pyrite had arrived.

“Err… hello there,” Sherles responded, somewhat surprised.

“Oh, it wis horribles! There was a lot of persons, and a lot of Pokeypeople as well, and they were flighting and then there was a giant pineapple as well! Lots of… thingys happened! And then wet stuff appeared! It made me very berry wet,” sobbed Tom.

“Yes, that’s very nice,” interrupted Sherles “but what are you doing here?”

“He just… randomly walked in,” answered Wes.

“Wait - he just walking into Cipher’s hideout - just like that?”

“Oh, Sherley, it was the wurst tim of me life! I swear, I’ll never mever hever kever sleaver mrinky drink again! Ever! I swore it on all of teh smazzules in da world!”

“Espeon!” (Oh, I wouldn’t make a promise I can’t keep…) Espeon muttered. “Espeon!” (Hey, did you hear that?) Espeon added suddenly.

“Umbreon!” (Yes, we heard your ever-so-intelligent comment,) Umbreon answered.

“Espi…” (No, not that… listen closely!) Espeon urged. The room fell silent, with the exception of Tom who kept moaning about his terrible time that he had just experienced. Wes frowned - a faint cry of ‘Help!’ could be heard several floors above.

“Hey,” began Sherles, “that sounds like… Silva?”

“Oh no - he must be in trouble!” cried Rui, as she sprinted off and up the staircase.

“…Guess we’d better follow her,” shrugged Wes, doing just so after giving his Pokemon one last check-up. Sherles followed, with Tom right behind him, seeking safety behind the gruff Sherriff. Tom stopped for a moment however when he approached the stairs, grabbing a bottle of alcohol from his pocket and grinned at it happily.

“I’m coming too!” called Johnson, before scooping down to pick something up. “What’s this... a CD? An Ein File? Eh, whatever,” he mumbled as he pocketed it and followed Wes and Sherles up the stairs.

***


I hope you enjoyed that. And yes, Tom reappeared again. :)

Now for the spoilers about how this relates to what occurs in the game:

Spoiler

Hideout - Cipher’s Hideout isn’t too hard to find - it’s then only building that you can’t go inside, and a cut-scene shows Miror B talking to Nascour inside that building. It’s got dozens of people within it, so how does one get in? By having one of their guards take you right in, that’s how! Nothing like NPC stupidness to not recognize you… however, only AFTER they bring you in do they realize their mistake.

The battles/battlers - the guy you brings you in (Nore) first battles you, and has the Shadow Yanma. Sema simply goes away, although you can battle her further within the ‘hideout’. She doesn’t have a ‘Tyranitarrgh’ however…

The other battlers will battle you one by one, when you walk directly past them. Which is incredibly unrealistic. Hence why they all battle Wes at once. However, more trainers are within the hideout.

Here are the ones that would normally be seen up to this point:

BATTLES:
Cipher Peon Nore - Shadow Yanma, Pinco, Nincada, Surskit.

Chaser Kal - Trapinch, phanphy

Rollar boy Pike - Hoothoot, Tailow

Bandana Guy Geats - Larvitar, Carvanha, Barboach

Hunter Geare - Remoraid, Magnemite

Bandana guy Loba - Wingull, Wopper

Body Builder Akmen - Electrike, Voltorb

Rider Raleen - Doduo, Ledyba, Swablu

Hunter Tura - Spheal, Snorrunt

Body Builder Elidi - Tentacool, Cacnea

Cipher Peon Sema - Spheal, Lileep, Dustox
After the first battle, Duking and his children will run in, talk to you, and run out again, letting you save Plusle for them. How nice of them.

 

[Zora of Termina]

TOM! 8D

...Yes, I do have an unhealthy obsession with him. x]
And drunk people for that matter. So funny. x3


But the best part of this chapter, I think, was seeing this:

"I am error!"

Took me a minute to get it, but xDD

 

[bobandbill]

TOM! 8D

...Yes, I do have an unhealthy obsession with him. x]
And drunk people for that matter. So funny. x3


But the best part of this chapter, I think, was seeing this:


Took me a minute to get it, but xDD

Cheers for the review. Tom always seems to entertain... and yay for getting that joke too. :D

Anyways, next chapter here. It was the last one I did before the forums here went ka-boom before? Not sure. But anyway, here it is.

***

Chapter 10 - Singing Galore!

​

Doken woke up with a jolt, and looked around anxiously, before relaxing against the wall that he had leaned on. He had been taking a quick power-nap, but had been interrupted from a dream – which strangely enough involved giant slabs of cheese wanting to teach him the polka – by loud noises from the lower levels.

Stupid dancers… why do they have to make so much noise? One would think that they were having a massive Pokemon battle, not a dance lesson… pondered Doken as he glared downwards, as if he could see through the multiple floor levels below.

The set-up here was very odd. After all, what kind of dance school needed guards? Doken knew at least twenty other people had been given the same job as him - to guard the premises and make sure that nobody without ID were allowed past into the cave.

The guy (at least, Doken assumed it was a guy) that employed them was strange as well, and that was putting it mildly. He always walked with some music playing out loudly from a radio, often sung out instructions to the tune, and possessed a large ball of hair on top of his head. Talking with him was very odd, as Doken found himself talking to the tune of the music as well if he didn’t try to resist, and the afro that Miror B - what the guy insisted was his real name - sported was somewhat distracting.

At least the weirdo had a good choice of music.

And more importantly, he paid generously as well. That was the golden rule of business, as Doken had learned in his days as working as a guard - if you wanted your employees to keep quiet, give them money. There was no arguing with that sort of logic, and Doken stuck by that rule - no point finding out things that you didn’t want to know.

He had even been given a special ‘Shadow’ Pokemon as a ‘bonus’, although Doken wasn’t all that impressed by it. It was a Qwilfish - a small ball-shaped fish Pokemon that instantly puffed itself up at any sign of danger, revealing a large array of small yet sharp and poisonous spikes. However, it was just too aggressive - the Pokemon insisted on trying to attack any Pokemon that it saw; including Doken's own Pokemon during the battles that he and the other guards had during the breaks, with bets made to make it that much more interesting. Which was somewhat annoying, as having your own Pokemon attack themselves wasn’t much of an advantage in battles. Already Doken had earned a nickname amongst his work mates, thanks to Qwilfish’s contributions: Moneybags.

Not that it particularly mattered – Doken’s pay far exceeded his losses, as he had a higher role than most of his fellow workmates – he had control of the lower part of the building’s guards. It was so much easier to let them do the work instead of doing it himself.

The guard’s thoughts just then were interrupted by the sound of people racing up the stairs. Sounds like the dance class is over, thought Doken.

“I.D. please,” said Doken in a bored tone. He was surprised however, instead of seeing one of his workmates appear, see a young yet determined teenager stomp up the stairs and face him down.

“Where’s Miror B?” demanded the girl.

Oh dear, this isn’t good… thought Doken worriedly. Whenever someone asked for someone in that tone of voice, they also meant ‘or else’. But coming from such a person as this girl…

“How did you get through here? Halt, or we will take action if you come past this point!” Doken said, as he moved his hand to his back pocket where an object that each guard had was in, and pressed the ‘silent alarm’ button upon it.

Heh, soon a whole bunch of guards should show up and do the work for me, thought Doken confidently, leaning back against the wall. I love modern technology. The girl didn’t seem all that intimidated by Doken's self-assurance however, and continued forward.

Yep, they’re going to show up any second now.

...Anytime time – I mean, now.

Still the girl kept coming.

Um… where the hell are they?

“Out of my way!” she yelled, suddenly striking out with her foot and making contact with the guard’s shin.

“Oww! Hey, stop that!” cried Doken. How dare she attack me! he thought furiously, reaching back and pressing the silent alarm button a few more times for good measure, keeping his eye on the crazy girl all the while. Doken decided that it would be wise to stand a bit back from her – his throbbing shin wholeheartedly agreed.

“I’m warning you – you’d better leave now, or the rest of the guards shall show up and give you a reason to!” he tried, trying the good-old scare tactic again. The girl just frowned at this however.

“Um... there are ghosts ahead!’ he tried. “Oohhh!” He backed up his statement by making wild scary gestures.

The girl didn’t look convinced.

“Maybe, you should be the one that should leave,” she retorted with a smile.

“I doubt that,” snapped Doken, but deep inside doubt began to creep in. His contingent was never this late for anything, even if half of them were lazy slobs. And anyway, how did this girl get past them without being noticed?

Then Doken heard more running steps come.

“Aha, I told you… you!?!” Doken exclaimed in surprise as Tom came up the stairs and into view.

“Ayeiei… look at all the antsys!” slurred Tom, looking over the edge of the building to Pyrite Town below, pointing at the people walking around minding their own business.

Ignoring Tom’s comment, Doken continued to gape at him, as he took a swing from a bottle.

Tom. The town drunk - well, one of them anyway - had come here. But how… surely the other guards wouldn’t have failed to notice him, the loud rambling fool. Unless…

Doken's fears were confirmed as another figure came into view as well, approached him, and flashed the police badge.

“You’re under arrest.”

“Oh, breadcrumbs.”

***

Meanwhile, Silva was starting to rethink his plan on taking on the criminals.

Basically, it had consisted of walking in and kicking those people’s butts. In slightly more detail - he had planned to come in, shout at them, beat them up, go in further, take on ‘The Leader’ (whoever he was), own him, tell him to leave Duking alone, and then help Duking bring the town back into order again.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t gone quite as he had hoped it would have.

He got in easily enough all right – he had slipped through the door when one of the guards went in. He got past him as well effortlessly, and had succeeded in breaking a random machine by kicking it.

However, it seemed that shouting at them to stop taking over the town hadn’t been one of the smartest things to do. All it had achieved was getting their attention, which turned out to be a bad thing.

And falling over a vengeful and badly-beaten machine, and twisting his right ankle, hadn’t help matters in the slightest.

In the end, Silva had been captured in far less grace than what he had envisioned it to be like – two guards ended up carrying him up and throwing him in this room with two stupid women who kept on asking him questions.

“I asked you - why did you come in here?” asked one of them for the umpteenth time.

“Because you’re stupid,” answered Silva. He knew that the key to surviving interrogations was to deny everything.

“Fine then, Silva, what are we going to have to do with you?” continued the woman.

“That’s not it,” retorted Silva.

“What’s not it?”

“My name’s not Silva,” said Silva with a grin.

“Oh, I give up!” exclaimed the woman in exasperation.

“No you don’t,” Silva said.

“He’s so annoying!” said the woman, trying to ignore him.

“Maybe we should let him go,” suggested the other woman. Silva’s heart lifted – maybe he would get off scot-free.

“No way!” the first woman shouted as she glared at the other is if she was a dim-witted fool, causing Silva’s heart to sink right back down again. “If we do that, he’ll just blab out all he knows, and the whole town will know we’re here then! And personally, I don’t fancy being captured by Sherles and thrown in jail.”

Suddenly the door flew open as a bunch of people charged into the room. Silva and the two women turned around to face Sherles and a few other people – notably one clad in a blue coat.

“…Well, this sucks,” muttered the first woman.

***

Wes quickly took in the features of the room subconsciously. The room was of a medium size, with a large bookshelf spanning a wall of the room, and a large T.V. screen covering another. There were a few pieces of furniture around the room, and a set of stairs. The main thing that caught his attention however was Silva wrapped up tightly with a rope, with two women beside him.

“I told you that something was going on downstairs, Reath…” one of the women began.

“Oh, shut up, Ferma!” Reath retorted angrily.

“I think I’ve seen you somewhere,” said Wes. “Weren’t you two at the windmill?”

“What do you mean, at the windmill? And who are you, anyway?” Reath demanded, staring angrily at Wes.

“Yeah, you look familiar…” mumbled Ferma.

“Um… I’m Wes.”

“…Who?”

What - they don’t know who I am? Despite that I had disrupted their plans, to put it plainly? Wes contemplated.

“Eh, whatever,” shrugged Reath. “Take one step further and Silva gets it.” With that, Reath grabbed Silva and held him close, a smile of pure malice growing upon her face.

“Reath, isn’t this too far…” Ferma began.

“Shut up!”

Wes tensed at this piece of news - one move and Reath could severely hurt Silva.

“D…dee… do whatsi?” asked Tom, walking into the room while throwing an empty bottle behind him.

“What are you doing here?” asked Reath in surprise.

“I thaught it is was me hise!” Tom indignantly said, not realising the threat to Silva. “See, I wis... was... no wis! I wemp into this door and them the was lots of…” he said, approaching Reath.

“Hey… get back!” Reath said. Tom however was oblivious.

“…but thenss the was this hig duck called Simon! And le wemp ‘quack mack dack’ and…” he slurred.

“Reath, please, let’s not… a duck called Simon?” questioned Ferma.

“… and then I said ‘Let mer be… jammy tarts! And then there there there was… there something, and I was happy,” concluded the rambling Tom.

“I said get back!” shouted Reath. Deciding that Tom had crossed the line, she started to move her fist back and curled it, preparing to strike Silva.

“Espeon – stop her!” bellowed Wes suddenly, spurring into action.

Reath’s fist started moving at an increasing velocity towards Silva’s face, only to suddenly freeze in mid-air, only centimetres from Silva’s head, who gave an exasperated sigh of relief.

“Hey, what the…” began Reath, before her fist moved again and connected with her own face.

“Espi Espeon!” (Why don’t you pick on someone with psychic powers!) said Espeon, before lifting Silva forcedly away from Reath and placing him next to Rui and Wes. Next, Espeon began focusing his influence into the transmitter upon his neck and built it up. The transmitter started humming, and began glowing a dark blue. In an afterthought, Espeon also moved Tom towards the group.

“Espeon!” (Keep Silva next to you!) he shouted. Understanding what was about to happen, Rui grabbed Silva and pulled him close. Noticing this, Espeon put a bit more energy into the transmitter and released it, as a glowing wave of energy pulsated from the tiny device and engulfed the room.

“What are you doing now, you little-” snarled Reath, until the wave hit her. Her face of anger was promptly frozen into that expression. Ferma too was affected, only her face was plastered into a look of shock, her mouth gaping open.

“What… just happened?” asked Silva finally in awe, having watched all of these events unfold before his eyes.

“Wiped their minds,” answered Sherles gruffly, as if such an event was a common, everyday part of being a sheriff.

“Pineapples,” commented Tom. Wes sighed – it didn’t seem that the drunk had really noticed the event, nor being transported by Espeon to a different part of the room in the process. But he seemed unaffected by the memory-wiping wave – Tom must have been within range of the transmitters he and the rest had. And at least Johnson seemed silent for once.

“So, Espeon,” began Sherles, ignoring Silva’s confusion over the turn of events, “any way to be able to get them to talk about the whereabouts of Miror B?”

“Esp! (Sure!) Espeon said.

“Good. So then,” Sherles began, turning to Ferma and Reath, “where is Miror B?”

“I don’t know,” answered Johnson suddenly, in a monotonic voice. Sherles sighed.

“I know that you don’t know, you idiot. That’s why I was asking them. So shut up. And use your brain for once.”

“That’s not possible,” answered Johnson.

“What – you’re capable of making a joke about yourself?” enquired Sherles, confused at this. “Whatever, just pipe down. So, where is Miror B?” he asked, turning to Reath.

“He is in the cave,” answered Reath.

“What cave? The one outside this room? Is it easy to get there?”

“Yes. No.”

“You spokes funnis,” said Tom suddenly. “Ikes a Robert.”

“Well, Tom, could you please-” began Sherles, before the blank television screen occupying a wall flickered on into a blurry, multi-coloured image. Slowly, the pixels upon the monitor rearranged themselves to form a more definite shape. Sound started to filter through as well – a faint salsa beat could be heard.

“It’s you,” muttered Wes, observing the revelation of the figure. “Miror B.”

“What’s going on here?” Miror B crossly asked. His eyes behind his yellow disco-styled glasses widened as the afro-wielding man realised that something wasn’t quite right.

“Bla… shud… swha?” cried Tom in fear, noticing the newcomer on the screen. “It’s…. arrghh! Scary wary! SAFE ME, MUMMSY!” he screamed, diving for cover from the abomination into a wall, before running out of the room.

“Um…” sounded Miror B, at a loss for words. “Why did… what scared him?”

“Umbre…” (Talking about ignorant…)

“Ferma, Reath, tell me what’s going on!” Miror B demanded.

“They won’t answer – we’ve got them under our control,” Sherles said, when they simply stood and blinked at the mass of hair in front of them.

“What… but how, and why…. Oh, this is bad, bad, bad!” cried Miror B. “Sherles shows up, they’ve taken over the building, and…” he muttered, before stopping as his eyes picked out Wes. “You’re here! That explains it! And you too!” he cried, spotting Rui as well. “Oh man, Nascour is going to chew me out!”

“Who’s Nascour?” asked Sherles.

“...Pretend you didn’t hear that. Ah, whatever, I’m already in dire straits,” said Miror B.

“Serves you right! Now, what have you done to Plusle?” said Rui angrily.

“I haven’t done anything to him!!” cried Miror B in protest.

“How could you… wait, what? So why did you kidnap him?” Rui asked, surprised.

“Look, I didn’t want to get involved in this! I just wanted a place to be able to dance in peace! All those people in the other regions kept on bugging me for autographs, and free hugs, and a piece of my hair… it was too much! I travelled to this region, ended up with this job here, and before I knew it, I was in charge of all this! Then I was ordered to get the upper hand over Duking all of a sudden, and what could I do? I was told to kidnap that Plusle, to keep Duking quiet.”

“Wait, you didn’t really want to be a part of this?” asked Wes.

“Well, not initially, no,” admitted Miror B, “and I still don’t. But the set-up was oh-so-lovely!”

“So then,” Sherles said, scratching his head, “if you want out of this, why not turn yourself in? We can get you a greatly reduced jail sentence if you come willingly and help us,” he offered.

“What? No no no no no! I still think I have a chance!” defended Miror B. “After all, first you’ll have to find me within the cave! And I assure you, you’ll have a hard time getting through there with all of my guards to get by!”

“Whatever – your loss,” said Wes.

“Oh, confident are you?” asked Miror B amusedly. “Maybe this will make you think twice!” Miror B danced off the screen for a moment, and appeared again with a radio in hand.

“W-What are you going to do?” asked Rui nervously.

Wordlessly, Miror B opened a slot in the radio, inserted a tape, and closed it, before he hit the play button. Music blazed from the radio instantly, with an all-too-familiar tune. Smiling mischievously, Miror B began singing.

I want to be the very best,
That no one ever was,

“Es. Pi. On.” (Oh. GOD. No.)

To catch them is my real quest,
To train them is my cause!

“Make it stop!” shouted Rui, clutching her head to try to block out the sound, but to no avail.

I travel across the land,
Searching far and wide,
Each Pokemon to understand,
The power that’s inside!

Just before Miror B got any further with the song however, Tom came charging into the room.

“More any not mich too fir stood up with hiss I not will! Die singing this!” he shouted, as he picked up a book titled ‘Dancing and You! How to dance the steps to the top!’ from a bookshelf and hurled it at the screen.

“NO! That’s my book – no, not the tel-” Miror B shouted, just before the book made contact and split the screen into a million glistening fragments, the music breaking off into a violent shatter. Rui slumped to the floor and gave a sigh of relief.

“Tom, I don’t usually say this,” Sherles said, “But… thanks – I’ll buy you a round for this!”

Tom’s face brightened up at this, seemingly forgetting his terror just moments ago. “Goody! Maybes cans I haves the stuffis froms… heoptin? They hive a verys good wine there…”

“Um, sure,” answered Sherles.

“It tastes like yellow!” Tom continued brightly. “It had a name.... I knows! It was called Jimbo the hippotootomas. No, what, it was...” struggled Tom, trying to get his tongue around the difficult yet irrelevant word. “Hi... hip... hippietopotnyus! Hyperjelotomus! No, th it’s nit sit...”

“Anyway,” Wes said, recovering from the recent ordeal. “We’d better move on then and stop him. And get Plusle too,” he added.

“Yes, let’s,” Sherles agreed. He turned to Reath and Ferma. “You two – you are to lead the way to Miror B’s hiding place.”

“Yes,” they droned.

“H...H...Hypotenuse!”

“Ok then – Wes, Johnson and Rui, you go ahead and confront him with Espeon. Brainwash any guards and send them up here, I’ll arrest them.”

“Espeon.” (Fair enough.)

“Hang on Sherles, I’ve just had a thought,” interrupted Wes. “Ferma and Reath, do you have any Shadow Pokemon? If so, hand them over.” To Wes’s delight, the two nodded, and handed two Pokeballs from their belts to Wes.

“Good thinking, Wes,” praised Sherles. “We better do the same for any other guards we encounter - after I arrest them, of course.” Sherles then turned to Silva. “Silva... just stay there for the time being.”

“No fair! I want to help!” protested Silva, getting to his feet, only to clutch his ankle and give a grimace of pain. “Fine then,” he grumbled.

“Hyperbolela! Heppolehitutas!”

“Tom, go home,” Sherles ordered shortly.

“Yay! Homey, tasty hippo! Hi hose, Hi hose, it’s off to home I go!” he chanted, walking out the door.

“Sherles, are you sure…” began Rui, as distant shouts of ‘Home!’ could be heard from below.

“Oh, he’ll be fine. I end up dealing with him a couple of times a week,” Sherles said offhandedly. Wes had his doubts about Tom’s ability in getting home - after all, he had stumbled here mistaking this place for his house. But now wasn’t exactly the time to worry about that.

“Let’s keep moving,” said Sherles. “The sooner we get Miror B, the better. Besides, we don’t want him to hurt Plusle. We need to bring him down as well - he knows something about some Nascour guy, so it’s of utmost importance!”

“Yes, let’s get a move on,” agreed Rui, thinking back to the singing she had just experienced. The four turned to make for the cave, with Ferma and Reath left to follow against their will. Just as they approached the door however, a large figure appeared by the door frame.

“Ok, I’ve thrown those rascals into jail now,” began the figure. “There was the drunk stumbling down the stairs as well, shouting about going ‘ova da Mountain’ or something. I let him be. Anyway, any more for me to… Silva?”

“Oh, hi Duking,” began Silva weakly.

***

“Hey there! Yes, you! Stop now, or I’ll-” began a guard, before he conveniently lost the ability to speak. Or the ability to remember who he was as well.

“Yes, very nice,” Wes said offhandedly. “Please proceed to the cave entrance, and get arrested by Sherles. Then follow his instructions.”

“Yes,” droned the now tame guard as he obeyed Wes’s commands.

“Good work, Espeon,” Wes said as two more guards they passed followed suit.

“Espeon,” (Oh, it’s nothing, you’re welcome,) Espeon replied offhandedly as they ploughed deeper into the cave, following Ferma and Reath who were forced to lead the way. Umbreon merely rolled his eyes.

“Well, luckily for Silva, Duking didn’t bite his head off,” said Rui.

“He had been trying to help him,” agreed Wes. “Just… maybe not quite in the right way. Wonder what would have happened if we didn’t find the gear anyway? Oh, you - cave entrance - get arrested - obey Sherles,” Wes told to another immobilized guard.

Wes, Rui and Johnson - still oddly quiet, Wes noted - continued on their way down a steady slope into the maze of large winding cave paths, following the two women lead the way to Miror B. The pathway was illuminated by many small torches hung on the wall, lighting up even the furthest corners of the hideout. Occasionally Wes and Rui encountered a staircase, some which they went down, and some which they ignored. All the while Wes ordered guards back in the opposite direction to Sherles and Duking with Espeon’s assistance. This process went on for a good twenty minutes or so - Rui began to wonder if they were going the right direction.

“Oh look - water now,” commented Wes as they climbed up a staircase, to have an array of bridges - some broken - greet them. The bridges spanned over a large underground lake of surprisingly blue, clear water – Wes guessed it was the town’s water supply.

“Umbreon!” (There’s more water here than Phenac City!) remarked the Pokemon. Wes had to agree - despite the large resources of water the city had to boast to run over fifty-odd water features, there was a mass of the stuff right here as well. It must have been how Croconaw had been able to get the water to use for a Surf attack as well earlier.

“Hang on - can you hear that?” Wes asked. Rui stopped for a second, and then grinned at Wes.

“That’s Miror B’s music!” she exclaimed. Wes nodded absentmindedly.

She has a nice smile, he thought.

“Wes?”

“What? Oh, yes, let’s, ah, move on,” Wes swiftly said before moving on.

As the two moved onwards, crossing the bridges and sending more guards back the way they came, the music slowly got louder, and before long they found themselves in front of a lone cave entrance, the music louder than ever.

“Al right - you two can go back to Sherles now,” Wes said, as Ferma and Reath obediently turned and left.

“Espeon?” (Couldn’t we have had some fun and give them a quick swim beforehand?)

“There’s no time for that, Espeon - it’s time to deal with Miror B,” answered Wes, before taking a big breathe. “Ready Rui?”

“Yep.”
“Well, let’s go.” With that, the two walked in, approaching a large door. Wes peered through a keyhole - although hard to see, he could make out the shape of Miror B dancing upon a raised platform in the middle of a large spacious room. Dancing with Miror B were two other forms that appeared to be the duck-like Pokemon Ludicolo. The Pokemon had wide beaks, a yellow-and brown zigzag pattern on a large part of their bodies, and sporting festive-looking hat upon their heads, similar to the leaf that Lotad bore. They were keeping up to the pace of the music and seemed to dance effortlessly, despite having short, stubby, green legs and a chubby, pineapple-like body.

“The door’s open!” Miror B said suddenly, continuing to dance.

“Eh, how did you know we were here?” Rui asked as they warily walked in.

Miror B motioned to a small screen by a wall, showing Espeon and Umbreon strolled in. Wes turned around to see a video camera pointing at their previous position.

“Oh.”

“Where’s Plusle?” Rui asked.

“He’s fine, I assure you! I must admit, you kept me waiting for a frightfully long time, my darlings! So I decided to work up a little sweat while dancing,” he said, as he pulled out a remote from his pocket and reduced the volume of the salsa music that was previously blazing from a radio. He ushered the two Ludicolo near to him, as they quacked in response and took a protective stance around him. “I must say: I do wonder how you got here with such ease, and how you persuaded Ferma and Reath to help you… I’m disappointed in them - I was going to give them a raise as well, despite their ineptness at dancing!”

“You want to know what we did to them?” Wes asked. “This. Now, Espeon!” he shouted.

“Espeon!” (Your mind shall be wiped!) he said grandly and confidently, before using the transmitter and sending out a wave of energy. It dissipated around the room and hit Miror B, who looked surprised at this move. A moment passed.

“What was that?” Miror B asked finally.

“What?” asked Wes in shock. “How come you aren’t… any idea why, Espeon?”

“Espeon! Espi…” (It doesn’t make sense! Hang on, give me a sec…) Espeon said, before sending out a much smaller wave of energy that once again engulfed the room.

“Espeon! Espi… Esp?” (Hang a tick… Miror B has something that’s blocking the signal! And it seems to be coming from… his hair?) Espeon asked incredulously.

“Something from his hair is blocking the signal?” Wes asked blankly.

“Umbre!” (I told you - there’s something about his hair!)

“Something in my hair? Never! It must be something odd with your Poke- hang on,” Miror B mumbled as he stuck a hand in the aforementioned afro. “Hey, what’s this?’ he asked, as he pulled out a black object.

“That’s the Itemfinder Secc made! But how does he have one?” wondered Rui.

“Espeon, Espi!” (It appears that Johnson’s one is missing - but that means he’s been under my control all this time to a degree!) Espeon suddenly cried, before sending another pulse of his Confusion attack into Johnson. Johnson suddenly sprang up straight, and looked generally confused at suddenly being in a cave.

“Johnson, where’s your Itemfinder? Did you lose it?” Wes asked, dreading the answer he though Johnson would give.

“Oh course not! It’s in my pocket, right…” Johnson started, rummaging into a pocket. Then he froze. “Oops.”

Wes hit his head in annoyance. “So you’re telling me that you lost it, and now Miror B has it?”

“Wait - you’ve been brainwashing my guards?” asked Miror B, putting the pieces together. “How frightfully… awful!”

“Hey look - it’s Miror B! I, Johnson, shall take him out!” Johnson proclaimed, charging at Miror B who was upon the platform. Just before making contact, Miror B stylishly gave Johnson the slip, and sent him flying off the platform with an elegant sway to the side.

“Fufufu… nobody is going to get at me with my dance steps!” remarked Miror B.

“Great,” muttered Wes. “If he gets past us he can make a run for it! Espeon, have you tried taking out the Ludicolo?”

“Espeon! Espi Espi! Espeon.” (You think I haven’t already? Unfortunately, I think Secc set the frequency on this so that only people get affected, rather than Pokemon! Plus, I think the music is powering them up, and giving them a sort of protection from my attempts.)

“Well, I can tell you, if you want to arrest me, you’ll have to challenge me to a Pokemon Battle. Seems fitting - your Pokemon against my Ludicolo. It’ll be a lo-ver-ly finale, that I can assure you!”

Well, we’ll just have to beat him the old fashioned way, Wes thought. “So,” he began to Miror B, “may I ask before we battle - what is with your hair anyway? And your name?”

Miror B laughed at the question. “Fair enough - I got that a lot already. Well, my name came about as a typo when it was written by some inept person on my birth certificate - instead of ‘Mirror Ball’, it ended up missing an ‘r’ in ‘mirror’, and ‘Ball’ - my family’s last name, was shortened to B. For some reason or another, it never got changed back.”

“But… why would your parents name you Mirror Ball?”

“That… I still don’t know. I think they thought it funny or something. As for my hair - well, strangely enough - it’s natural.”

“N-Natural?” asked Rui uncertainly, eyeing the red and white ball of hair.

“Yes, even the hair colour, and the equal divide of the two colours. It’s true!” he cried, noticing that Wes and Rui didn’t quite seem to believe him. “It’s a rare hair condition I was born with - so I decided to make the most of it and turn it into an afro! It is, as you can see, plainly afro-tastic!” Wes and Rui cringed at the joke - Johnson on the other hand, laughed at it.

“Please don’t say that again… and what’s with the music?” Rui asked.

“Umbre.” (Good music, may I add.)

“Well, it all began a long time ago, when I was little. See, I had…. Hang on, I feel a song coming on!’ Miror B exclaimed.

Wes and Rui quickly backed off towards the exit.

“No, it’s not the song I did before!” pleaded Miror B as he inserted a tape into the radio and began switching songs. “That was just me warning you not to take me lightly - this is a spur of the moment thing - hopefully it’ll come off.”

“Oh… fine,” gave in Wes, before leaning to Rui. “If it’s that other song, cover your ears and run - I’ll rather he gets away than endure another rendition,” he whispered.

“Good,” answered Miror B happily, finding the song he wanted and pressing the play button. Wes immediately recognised the tune, as a worker in Team Snagem used to play it over and over again while Wes was working there. It started to get annoying after a while, but the song was pretty good, despite the treatment it received at being played over and over again, much like the over usage a song often got on the Orre Radio station - the only working and active station which took to playing the same three songs repeatedly.

However, the words were different this time, as Miror B started to sing and incorporate a dance routine to boot - even his two Ludicolo joined in.

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I bumped my head,
When I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs.
I had been running to get to dinner,
in record time.

And, at the time,
when I fell,
From my dad’s stereo,
This addictive salsa beat was playing through the house,
And then I blacked out.

Mum rushed like crazy,
She thought I’ll turn crazy,
Would I become crazy?
Possibly.

Luckily I awoke but there was something not quite right,
For I needed, to hear a marvellous beat.
I’m afraid, said the doctor, that you have, that you have, that you have an sickness,
What? What? What? Asked my mum - he said,
He can’t endure no music.

Now,
Normally I’m not crazy,
Music stops me turn crazy,
I have not turned crazy,
Music is my remedy.

My heroes were the kind, that break-danced on T.V,
And all I remember is thinking, I wanna dance like them,
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little I’ve been dancing for fun,
And I’ve been listening to these tunes since I bumped, my head,
And I can dance when I'm done.

But maybe I'm crazy,
Maybe you're crazy,
Maybe it’s just me,
Probably.

At the end of the song, Miror B spun thrice, and struck an unorthodox pose, with his two Ludicolo joining with a loud ‘quack’.

“That was… good!” remarked Rui in surprise.

“And I came up with it on the spot!” claimed Miror B, before quickly changing the song to a quiet and calming tune. Wes wasn’t sure if Miror B’s song had been inspired right then and there, as the choreography was a bit too good to be true.

“So, basically, you bumped your head, and developed another rare condition, meaning that you have to listen to music, or you start acting up.”

“Yes, that’s another way of putting it… and because of it, I decided to get by with it the best I can, with music, dance and my precious Ludicolos.”

Like dance contests, mused Wes, thinking back to the news article about Miror B that he found.

“I too, bumped my head at a young age,” declared Johnson unexpectedly. “Only, I don’t think I suffered any ill effects…”

All in the room exchanged glances.

“But that’s enough of this stalling - I shall proceed with my last frantic dance. I say - let the music play!” cried Miror B, changing the song and hitting the play button, before striking a pose.

A different, yet still enjoyable disco-themed music started playing.

“What, wait, that’s the wrong song…” mumbled Miror B, fixing his error. Soon enough, the previous and familiar salsa music blazed from the radio. “Aha! That’s it! Let the music play!”

***


AHA! That’s right - the Miror B battle is in the next chapter! AHAHA FOOLS!
…anyway, hope you liked it. Please review with comments and the such.

With Miror B’s song (the second one), it’s a song parody of ‘Crazy’, by Gnarls Barkley. I believe a quick Google search can lead you to a listen of the song. It’s quite a good song - if there’s anyone familiar with it, any opinions on how I did? Wasn’t easy…

Ok then - Here be a spoiler now of how this links in with the game:

Spoiler

Doken - ah, Doken. Such a forgettable character, with a more forgettable Shadow Pokemon (Qwilfish is one of the more forgettable Pokemon out there). The guard with the standard weird name takes you for a Cipher agent/s when you com up (naturally), and tells you to go inside and help Ferma and Reath deal with a problem (Silva). Doken stands in front of a cave entrance when you do just that.
After dealing with a slightly different problem, you have to go into the cave - here Doken challenges you (strangely enough, the battle scene is in Pyrite Square rather than atop of a building). Beat him, and he will ‘respect you’, and let you past. Me, I found having him arrested easier.

Ferma and Reath - instead of using Silva as a threat or something, they will take you on in the only way they know - a Pokemon battle! They have a Shadow Pokemon - Remoraid and Mantine. When you win, they run off, and then the awesome Miror B appears on the TV screen in the room.

Miror B - he talks a bit with you - Rui asks about Plusle, he laughs, the usual conversation. He challenges you to find him first in the cave, before signing off (no, he doesn’t sing) He says that Plusle is a nice bargaining tactic, despite that not being used, so I’ve changed it that Miror B is really a kind-hearted soul who didn’t want to hurt Plusle - fits in.. Then you talk to Silva, who has conveniently twisted his ankle. Duking doesn’t appear then, but then, he’s not helping in the game, is he?
Interestingly, the books on the bookshelf are said to be ‘books on dance’ with you examine them.

The cave maze - good for levelling up your pokes against the many many trainers about, and generally annoying you. It’s nothing too hard, but takes some time. Luckily there’s a PC and healing machine along the way. The guards only battle you if you walk past them (must be darker in the cave than what it appears to be like), and then… stand there, beaten down by Pokemon. For shame. Some guards can be bypassed if you walk far away enough from them - they just turn their head. Tad unrealistic.
After a while, the cave turns into a set of bridges over a large mass of water (one wonders where the Under comes into this then…). Eventually though, you’ll get to Miror B.

Miror B again - when you enter the room, cue pro cut scene with Miror B dancing with several Ludicolo. Very nice to watch, especially with the salsa music going on. He’ll say that you took your time, so he decided to dance (instead of doing something with Plusle, who seems forgotten by this stage) - and then strikes a pose before challenging you to a battle.

Miror B's name - Actually does more than likely derive from Mirror Ball - after all, just look at his afro, clothing and lifestyle. But even that is an odd name for Orre… isn’t it? Some NPC’s seem to think so, and say the same for his appearance (which they have a point with). BTW - his Japanese name is Mirabo, his French name is Bouledisco.

 

[Zephyr]

Nya ha ha! This made me laugh... But I never liked Miror B. He scares mea bit. But I love his music.