Hey, Writers and Workshoppers. I've recently started working on fan fiction, so I haven't been doing it for very long, but the other day I started work on a multi-chapter Pokémon one. So, naturally, I decided to post it here. Needless to say, I'm a bit nervous about that. It might not be very good, because I'm not very experienced, but, err...
So, quick explanation - all Pokémon speak in italics, just because they like being different, and this takes place in the animéverse. Also, it might contain swearing and violence in later chapters, hence the rating.
Mystical List of Chapters
Chapter 1 - The Awakening
Chapter 2 - Various Antics
Chapter 3 - The Smiling Shadow
Chapter 1 - The Awakening
It was almost silent at the Pallet Town Laboratory that morning – the only sounds that could be heard were the gentle swooshing of the laboratory's windmill breaking through the light breeze, the calm twittering of the various bird type Pokémon outside, and the vibrant yet unobtrusive beeping coming from Professor Oak's computer. Collectively, they acted as a soothing lullaby for the creature resting on the Professor's couch.
Lying on his front, with his signature magnificent green bulb poking into the air like some deformed scatter cushion, was the grass Pokémon, Bulbasaur. The four-legged lizard was breathing steadily, as an unusual bubble coming from his left nostril gradually increased and decreased in size. Professor Oak ascended the steps leading up into the research floor, his eyes scanning the pages of a book open in his palm. The sleeping Pokémon issued a snort and fidgeted slightly on the couch cushion, and Oak's gaze shifted over to it, having only just noticed the creature was still there. He beamed at it – he was happy that it was sleeping peacefully, but work had to be done.
"Bulbasaur!" Oak shouted towards the creature's green form. Bulbasaur awoke with a bark of surprise, and unceremoniously toppled off of the couch and landed on his face. Oak winced as it steadied itself, groaning, and tottered sleepily over to the Professor, a big red bruise amongst the dark green blotches on his forehead. Oak fumbled in his pocket and brought out a small band aid, from which he removed the backing and knelt down to stick it to Bulbasaur's head, who gave a pleasant grin of appreciation.
"I just wanted to thank you for your assistance yesterday, Bulbasaur," Oak began, standing back up as he spoke, "it really was tough work sorting all of those Poké Balls, and you did a good job. You know, I would have had Tracey do it, but I'm afraid he's been busy with… other things…" He trailed off, looking out the arched windows at the far end of the room, where the sunrise was shining beautifully beyond the horizon. Bulbasaur cocked his head to one side, confused.
"Anyway," Oak continued, regaining his train of thought, yet seeming rather flustered, "hopefully he'll complete his job soon – oh, speak of the devil!" As at that moment, Tracey had hurried up the steps Oak had risen mere moments ago, red in the face with a screwdriver in his hand and his headband in the other, which he then used to wipe his brow. Oak grimaced a little at this; it couldn't have been hygienic to use that as a handkerchief.
"All finished, Professor!" he panted, steadying himself against the wall next to Oak's large computer screen to catch his breath.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Oak replied happily, nodding, before something seemed to click in his head and his expression became almost solemn and his tone became hushed, "though… none of the workers are aware of our present situation, are they?"
"Well, yes," Tracey replied, scratching his head in a guilty manner, "though I ended up having to tell Bill. You know how he is, Professor, he'd chase me to the grave for an answer…" Oak nodded in acknowledgement, clasping his hands together behind his back and staring distantly towards the sunrise again. Bulbasaur continued to glance between the two men, his confusion gradually elevating with each passing second. Oak almost seemed to sense this, as his eyes suddenly shifted to look at the Seed Pokémon. There was noticeable suspicion in his eyes.
"Bulbasaur," he abruptly smiled, "your friends are most likely wondering where you are. Maybe you should hurry outside and find them?" Bulbasaur continued to stare at him with his bulbous red eyes, his head tilted to the side, before nodding and scurrying off towards the stairs. However, thoughts regarding what he had just heard swirled around in his brain – what had Oak set Tracey to work on, and why were they trying to keep it a secret? His curiosity getting the better of him, he sprang down the first few steps, before coming to a halt and listening intently to the conversation nearby.
"… seems like an exercise in futility, Professor, surely we should be developing ways to protect the Pokémon?" Tracey's voice asked. Bulbasaur's interest peaked – now the Pokémon were in danger, too?
"I wish it were that simple, Tracey…" Oak answered gravely, "defending the Pokémon is something that we're good at, we've come to expect it as a threat. But this… this is on a different scale…" Tracey gave a distressed groan.
"When do you think that they'll strike, Professor…?" he asked so quietly Bulbasaur could only just hear it. There was a moment of silence, possibly so Oak could contemplate his answer.
"Our informant has told me that they have just crossed through Mt. Silver. Supposedly they have set up a diversion north-west of New Bark to prevent interference by the Elite Four. Judging by their progress, they'll probably have arrived – hmm?" Oak's explanation was cut short by a loud clunking noise from downstairs. Bulbasaur panicked, scampering down the rest of the stairs as footsteps approached his location. He headed towards the open door at the end of the hallway, and passed Muk, who was busy reorganized cluttered saucepans that had fallen to the floor, probably mere moments ago. It noticed Bulbasaur, and placed a finger to its lips (or, where its lips would have been, if it had any).
Head-butting the back door open to leave into the fields outside to screams of 'argh, Muk, get off' issuing from further up the hallway, Bulbasaur dashed towards the nearby wooden fence of a separate paddock. Far beyond it was a familiar cloud of dust rampaging through the green, while the noise of hooves echoed throughout the pastures towards where he was. The almighty sound was so loud that Bulbasaur didn't notice something creep up behind him until it leapt onto his bulb and started enthusiastically sucking at it.
"H-hey, hey! Heracross, cut it out!" Bulbasaur yelled, thrashing around pugnaciously to throw the beetle off, who seemed to find the enigmatic nectar inside Bulbasaur's bulb very tasty. Eventually, Bulbasaur wrapped his vines around the beetle and lifted it away, flinging it away a few feet. Regardless of how injured the beetle might have been after this, it stood back up and continued to stare at Bulbasaur with a wonderfully optimistic expression in his face.
"Hey, Bulbasaur. How's it going, man?" Heracross asked in a low, contented voice. Bulbasaur frowned. Though he was annoyed at Heracross, he needed to confide in someone about what he had just seen. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain.
"Heracoss, I just heard Oak and Tracey talking inside… something makes me think we're all in danger, and I don't know how long we've got before it comes," Bulbasaur sulked, pawing the ground in distress. He had no idea what he should do, and it was upsetting him considerably. Heracross, however, seemed to be completely indifferent.
"Dude, I'm sensing some negative emotions coming from you, man. You just gotta settle down 'n' relax sometimes, man, otherwise you're gonna end up all sick. Wanna come and get some sap down you, dude?" Heracross asked, taking a few steps towards Bulbasaur, swaying drunkenly a little as he moved. Bulbasaur shook his head, ashamed.
"No, Heracross. Drinking sap isn't the solution for everything. Honestly, I'm starting to feel really nervous about this, maybe we should start preparing, just in case…" Bulbasaur cried, but was cut short by what could only be described as being whatever Bulbasaur had been dreading the most at that very moment.
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion from the laboratory, the noise ripping through the air so aggressively that the two Pokémon were forced backwards a few paces. Smoke and ash soared into the sky, and when it settled, vast flames were flickering near the northern end of the building. Screams and shouts roared through the air, and Pokémon all around the pastures started barking and rampaging in uncontrollable fits of rage and anguish. Bulbasaur glared at the flames in silent fear, the dancing and curling embers augmenting the deep burgundy of his eyes. Again, Heracross seemed apathetic.
"Heh, seems a bit late for that now, dude."
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