Thread: Tarnished Gold: The Story of Cynthia (R/NC-17, Dark/Crackfic)

Chapter I is up! To be edited later today.

Originally Posted by Gastly's Mama

O.o Ooooh.


>Roots
<Misty's Secrets

Is perfect. =D

Actually, I feel the same way as you. I want to one-up you, so I'm keeping the messed-up stuff vauge, and to a minimum. There is only one place where it goes...... insane *places pinky to mouth and laughs uncontrollably*.....

I know you said not to review, but there are a few spelling mistakes you might want to correct:

...woke up in a dark, dirty closet.
A woman in the street, wearing the normal garb of the late 70's...
pointing to the green silhouette.

(The bold words are the correct versions.)

...yeah, that was kinda disturbing. And yet my Schadenfreude sense is preventing me from calling you out on it. 't's some good stuff.

Thanks for the spelling check. And yes, I'm a psycho (but not in real life, only around a keyboard). Also, I'll say when I'm done. Then you may review.

EDIT: Expandin'! Look at the chapter I post again.

To be expanded yet again? You have enough to start a whole new chapter here.

BTW, I don't think 15 minutes is quite enough for her to actually be thinking about all this. I'd say an hour would be more suitable.

Originally Posted by Zekurom

BTW, I don't think 15 minutes is quite enough for her to actually be thinking about all this. I'd say an hour would be more suitable.

What are you talking about? Also, on the amount of material for chapters, Chapters I-II will be long, Chapter III will be short, Chapter IV won't focus on her, and Chapter V will be focusing on her later years (1990's-Death).

EDIT: Expanded again.

You can delete the bump post now.

So Rowan invented the Pokedex! Nice story.

This is interesting. I never imagined Cynthia growing up in an abusive family or acquiring her Garchomp that way.

Notice that she has two Pokemon with her that don't appear in her Champion Battle in the games. They're going to die later in the story, and start Cynthia's fall down into the realm of slippery slope logic.

Also, I expanded.

Originally Posted by Zekurom

You can delete the bump post now.

So Rowan invented the Pokedex! Nice story.

Thanks for the tip, buddy. Also, yeah, he did, and he intended to use Cynthia as a poster child for it at the ProfCon. But she couldn't read.

Chapter I: Part II: Cynthia's Journey Continues

Cynthia and Little Team Galactic walked into the Hearthrome Gym. Leader Ysabel was dancing her pants off, and her team was dancing as well. The room was completely psychadelic-looking, with blinding flashing colorful lights, and crazy music. Cynthia looked around, flabbergasted. "Whoa." She said. Little Jupiter, placing her hand on Cyrus' shoulder, whispered into his ear, "I think she hasn't been to a disco before." She said, ready to enjoy the night.

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In 2010, only a mile or two away from the Hearthrome Gym, Jupiter placed her hand on Cyrus' tombstone, and kneeled her head against it, kissing it. He had died the most horrible death anyone could withstand. He had been caught in the event horizon of a black hole produced by Giratina, which he had haphazardly summoned, and today was the third aniversary of his death. Mars, tears streaming down her cheeks, recalled the fun they had as children, frolicking on the beach or dancing at the disco. Charon, grimly staring at the flowers placed on it, hugged the toy robot containing Rotom to his chest, who hugged him back. Saturn, whose betrothed Toxicroak had been killed by a Heatran at Mount Stark during his mission there, put his hand on Jupiter's shoulder, reassuring her. Lucas, the boy who had defeated Cyrus three years earlier, now 13, and holding a toothpick between his teeth, sauntered up to the former criminals with his hands in his pockets. He had two Master Balls in his hands.

"I just got back from Isshu! I whipped that place like all your pussies! *he had no understanding for any lingo, even though he was the top trainer in the world, which caused Mars to crack a smile* And guess what I brought back?" Lucas said in a sarcastic tone, trying to hurt them, not understanding what they had done for him, having given him the challenge he needed to truly succeed. He unleashed his two new 'friends', a Level 100 Shiny Wooguru and a Level 100 Shiny Ononokusu. Trainers in modern times lacked the soul that older people had in their youth. All children cared about now was 'compettitive battling' a horrible sport tha involved crunching on Pokemon, treating them as items to show off around the world, to record and pollute YouTube with. Their Pokedexes were part of their iPhones and Pokegears, just apps they could download for free, not the invaluable clunky devices that needed love to work and complete. Team Galactic, disgusted with the stupid, ungrateful teenager, left, walking back home, and decided to try and not listen as Lucas pissed on Cyrus' grave. The sky was grey and balmy, and something was not right with the world, something even the ex-evil-commanders could feel. "Why couldn't Cyrus be here? He would make things right." Jupiter whispered to herself. All the others, who were walking next to her, nodded their heads in agreement.

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In 1979, the world was happy and free. There was a disco ball on the ceiling, and Team Galactic (along with Little Cynthia) were enjoying their youth. The Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, and other truly good singers of a bygone age of happiness filled the night. Real trainers danced with their Pokemon, a bond that could not be comprehended in the modern day of compettition. It wasn't long before the party was over, and Little Team Galactic, laughing and holding hands with Cynthia, even Charon, who was holding Rotom in his bag (an unusual event). Cynthia, though, felt a little less happy than the others. She had been hiding her secret for too long, she thoguht it was time to tell them. 'No. I can't tell them. For once in my life, I have friends! I have a battle with the fourth gym in the Leauge tomorrow! I have a life!' Her concscience replied back. She headed to the local bed-and-breakfast at Hearthrome, The Drunken Bibarel Inn. Cynthia, being around friends for the first time in her life, was enjoying her first sleepover, her first pillow fight. She screamed extra loud at the end of every scary story they told, until the manager of the inn threatened to kick her out. Cynthia was also the last to go to sleep, kissing everyone of her Pokemon goodnight in the pigpile they had made with Team Galactic and their Pokemon. For every ounce of pain she had experienced those three days, it felt she had healed in full. The memories of Snapper's sadistic speeches at her, or the horrible revelations of her fateful doctor's appointment, felt a thousand miles away. But, they were all too close.

Champion Cynthia stared into the window, and smiled genlty, she too, had a secret. She picked up her walkie talkie and talked into it, whispering. "Top Dog to Wolf Pack, Top Dog to Wolf Pack. We have affirmative on posistion of challenger. She has friends and is in Hearthrome City. We cannot let our guard down." On Suzuran Island, Elite Four Snapper was rudely awoken by a ringing on his walkie talkie (he had planned to make an appearance at the Hearthrome Gym to dance at the disco, but had had too much to drink that afternnon. Fourteen shots of tequila can make a guy tired). "Good news, Top Dog. I'll be on that right away." He said in his deep, undrugged voice, and fell back asleep. Elite Four Zoomer, however, knew this was his cue to become the next Disruption. He was the third of the Elite Four of Sinnoh back then, and specialised in Dark and Bug-types. He was a sniper, and was prepared to do anything to slow Cynthia down. He loaded his gun, called out his Vespiquen, dubbed 'Widowmaker'. He flew to Hearthrome, his sniper rifle locked and loaded with heavy tranquilizer. He wasn't a man to kill, but he was defending the honor of the Elite Four, who had not been challenged for 20 years. The record was not to be broken any time soon, and Zoomer would make sure of it.

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At Sandgem Town, however, things were going from bad to worse for Professor Rowan. People had flooded him with questions on the severe embarrasment of Little Cynthia's pregnancy. The worst part was that they were going to blame him for the murder of the local drunk who had fathered Cynthia and her child, having given her the Turtwig that killed him. As Rowan downed another bottle of brandy, his eyes became bleary. Out of nowhere, a man just as rock hard drunk as him walked into the dark, dusty bar. "Oy, and I'm spent! Howsabout you?" Elite Four Snapper said. He was able to extort anything from Rowan now, as he was drunk and able to tell a much more colorful side of it. Snapper was ready to get a new round of scandalism, seeing as the Jubilife Networks refused to show it on TV, thinking it a hoax. All he needed was Rowan's 'honest' interview.

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Cynthia, finally drifting off, woke up in another dream. She was back in the ancient tomb where she had picked up the strange rock. The lithographs had been replaced by pure nothingness. The caskets were gone, in the center of the room was an old record player. For some disturbing reason, it fit quite well. Without knowing, she had walked up to the record player and turned it on, expecting a song from Elvis Presly or Frank Sinatra, whom she had heard from earlier at the disco. Instead, it played one song:
"Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick." All it played was that single sound for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, the lithographs turned into visions of her journey, except horribly twisted. Her beginning showed her murdering her father in cold blood, her checkup was a graphic scene of her being molested by Nurse Joy, and the disco was a Diyonysian orgy, that she was the center of. A final lithograph, which was in front of her, showed her dying in childbirth, and the child itself was dead. Noone was there to mourn her in the picture. She cowered in front of the evil cave etchings, in their primal horror, and disturbingly primitive design of them. The music was still going:
"Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick." She knew what it meant, her time was running out. She knew her pregnancy could not be avoided. All she could do was wait.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

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"Brrrinng!" The alarm clock sounded off, waking up Cynthia, who felt a sudden pain. It was Saturn's Toxicroak looming over her, pulling a dart from one of Cynthia's buttcheeks. Her Pokemon, dumbfounded, stared at their master. "Who would want to assassinate you? Whwhw..what if they come after us?" Mars stuttered, very worried. Cynthia had a tranquilizer dart in her ass, like a circus Pokemon about to be moved to a zoo. Elite Four Zoomer, who was in the room next to them, tipped off the manager with a good sum of money, allowing him to pose as a worker. He walked over to Cynthia and Team Galactic's room, wearing a motel uniform. He knocked on the door. "Breakfast? We heard you ordered breakfast!? Anyone there?" He screamed. Like every sniper, he also hated lying to his targets. The children had really ordered a breakfast, and he was counting on the fact that Cynthia's friends would leave.

Zoomer served the children's breakfast, pretended to clean up their room, and then went outside of the room, shrugging off his costume, and unsheathing his sniper rifle. He then retreated back to Hearthrome, waiting to distrupt Cynthia's quest. Zoomer picked up the walkie talkie. "Assassin Bug to Top Dog. Assassin Bug to Top Dog. I have tranquilized the challenger, and scared her friends. I await reactivation. Do you read?" Champion Cynthia, pleased, said, "Top Dog to Asssassin Bug, activate Plan: "DfA". Tranquilize the target before she wins the battle."

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Muching on their breakfast hungrily, the children were talking in amongst themselves. "Mmmm... now this is good!" Cynthia said with a half-full mouth, grabbing what little of the food they could, before their Pokemon did. Saturn's Toxicroak was fervently devouring whatever the others would not eat, including scraps from the floor. This initiated a catfight between her and Cynthia's Gastrodon (who usually didn't display emotions), who was the other presiding bottom feeder. Gabite was scarfing down every piece of bacon she could find, and Cyrus' Pokemon were fighting over pancakes. Mars' Purugly was drinking every single glass of milk it could find, and Jupiter's Skuntank was enjoying a battle-priming, bowel-friendly meal of prune juice, onions, and broccoli. Cynthia's Torterra was drinking the maple syrup fervently, Riolu was stuffing his face with hash browns, and Lopunny was nibbling on Roselia, who was in turn using Giga Drain on all the room's glasses of water, thus making her an infinite salad. Charon's Rotom briefly left the toy robot and hijacked a toaster for his meal. Within a matter of minutes, there was nothing left for the creatures to eat, which quite amused their trainers.

After the chaos of breakfast was over, Cynthia and her friends retreated their Pokemon, and bought another large breakfast, for themselves to eat. After their morning was over, Little Team Galactic and Cynthia parted ways. Cynthia, after quite a bit of walking reached the Hearthrome Gym, a large, imposing building that was quite airy inside. Ysabel, the self-proclaimed mistress of Ghost-types, was awaiting Cynthia in her gym. A huge horde of people had amassed to watch the event, which was quite pleasing to Cynthia. "And now," Ysabel announced, her voice reverberating for effect, "Cynthia, queen of the disco, has come to fight me! Mistress of the ghosts! Will she win folks?! *a wave of 'nos' came from the audience* Let's see!" Ysabel turned off the microphone, and Cynthia walked to one end of the dance floor, ready to battle Ysabel. Elite Four Zoomer, watching from the crowd, was ready to give Ysabel an 'unfair advantage', as it is called in the business of sniping. He test-aimed his rifle, and loaded it with tranquilzer darts. It was going to be an intense battle.

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The first Pokemon she sent out was Torterra. He was tired, as usual. The most he could do to impress the blood-hungry crowd was roar as loud as he could, "RAAAA! Groan..." A wave of cheers and screams came from the crowd, waiting for what Ysabel would throw at the challenger. "Zzzeet!" A Drifblim floated down from the rafters, turning on a disco ball. Suddenly, a gust of black wind emanating from the oversized balloon blew Torterra back, and sent Drifblim flying. Torterra, who was still recovering from Drifblim's entrance, had no idea that he was about to be divebombed by the ghostly creature. A wave of cheers came from the flashily dressed crowd, and multicolored spotlights shone on Torterra, who had just been implanted into the ground by the impact of Drifblim.

"Come back, Torterra." Cynthia said, a little worried that Ysabel may defeat her. "Go! Gabite!" The crowd cheered, and Elite Four Zoomer aimed his sights on the pit-bull sized dragon, ready to fire at any second. Gabite, who was primed for fighting, dodged Drifblim's initial charge, but couldn't avoid the gust of black wind that came with it, and neither could Zoomer, who had been spooked, causing him to fall over and fire his rifle at Ysabel's side. The leader fell down, asleep, and Zoomer (who knew how to escape from any situation) hijacked her Drifblim and flew out of the gym, and back to Suzuran. Gabite, who had been knocked over by Drifblim's Ominous Wind, was retreated before anyone would trample her. Cynthia, taking advantage of the crowds of people rushing to awaken Ysabel, picked one of the gym's badges from a pile that had been dropped on the floor. She snickered and ran out of the gym, taking humor from the sudden turn of events.

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The woman who had seen Cynthia as she was walking over to Professor Rowan's lab was watching television, patting her shiny Buneary, which was sound asleep on her couch. The woman was watching the INN (International News Network). Only the day before, Snapper had gotten the scandalous segment the green light to air on television. Many remember it as the best scandal of the eighties, only bested by news of the extinction of the Korechu, an Ice-type Pikachu relative.

On Suzuran Island, the Elite Four of Sinnoh were watching the segment as well. "Ah.. I broke my back to make this, you know." Snapper said, his voice deep from not smoking gracidea. The others were silent, choosing not to talk to Snapper, who was an unlikable sort of person outside of a party. "Thhut the hell up, Thnapper. Thhow's on!" Jinna said, her voice with a Castillian accent, causing her to lisp on 's' and 'z'. The interview was starting to roll. "And now, we have a report from Elite Four Snapper, our gossip expert."
Snapper walked up to him (as it had been taped a few hours before), and took over the camera.
"Jolly good to be back, I must say!" He said, his voice chipper from smoking as many joints of Gracidea as he could. "Ah, yes. We have a report of a ten-year old girl, being pregnant *the audience gasped*, and on the run, training! *another gasp* From medical reports I've retrieved, the father is her own! *he pulled out the piece of paper he had swiped off Mrs. Dr. Prof. Joy*" Snapper absorbed the audience's horror and disgust, enjoying the discord he had sowed in them. "Ah, now, sad thing is, she's been dodging the help she needs to get through a tough time like this *he feigned sorrow*, and we, as the Elite Four, have a duty to help aspiring trainers like her. She isn't taking routes, and the only place where we are able to find her is in cities and towns. If you find her, do whatever you can to incapacitate her so she can stay out of trouble. Toodles, folks." Snapper walked out, and the interview between Snapper and (drunk) Rowan was shown.

"Snapper: So, Professor Rowan, how do you feel on the pressing situation you've been facing?
Rowan *a drunk lisp and slur to his voice*: I think it's a pile of bullshit! Why would someone want to rape their daughter, it's disgusting! By Arceus, I'd, I'd- *he vomited on the floor* I should have never let that little bitch *the live audience gasped* have a motherfucking Pokemon! *he downed another bottle of brandy* You want some, buddy?
Snapper: Nah, 've had 'nuff, mate. So, how do you feel on your failure at the ProfCon?
Rowan *much more angry*: Bah, they make fun of me every year. But then, I had my chance, the greatest invention of my life! But then, then, that little whore *the audience once again gasped* made me lose all my respect! I got laughed out of science, and Professor Rose *he became very angry, his voice slurring to the point that he seemed to be speaking rough German, so this is a rough, rough translation* fucking godamned Professor fucking Rose stole my invention! And he sold it and now he's rich and I'm not! *he started to cry, and fell off his stool*
Snapper: Ah, thanks for the *his voice became sarcastic* good news, mate *he spat on Rowan*, Snapper, out."
The news segment ended with advice on how to confirm and deal with a sighting of the girl in question.

Back in Sandgem Town, the woman gasped, her Buneary mimicing her and curling up its warm, fluffy body. "Th... that's the girl I saw a month ago! I need to find her!" She booked it out of her house, and left a full bag of 'Shiny Coat' brand kibble for Buneary.

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October 25, 1979. Deep underground.

Cynthia had been lost underground for four weeks since she had fled Hearthrome City through the rabbit-holes she found around Sinnoh. Her food was running low, her Pokemon had been in their Pokeballs for as long as she was beneath the earth, and her body was bloody from sharp rocks. She hadn't seen real light for a long time, but, it really didn't bother her, she had been spending good deals of time in the tunnels and caves beneath her homeland. But, this time, she couldn't find a way out. She only had enough food left to last her another day, and then she would have to slowly starve.

The certain part of the caverns she was in had a flowing river in it. She doused her face in the cold water, to clean some blood off her face, and looked in. What she had expected was the filthy little child she had seen in the mirror before she left home, but, instead, she saw a beautiful young woman. Her skin was not pale and dirty anymore, it was snowy white from time away from the sun. Her hair was a brilliant golden blonde from a good deal of cleaning at barbershops. Her clothing wasn't a rotting nightgown and underwear, but earrings and regal black clothing that balanced out her light skin and hair.

She had changed so much, but all she had seen in herself was what once had been. She felt a hot tear formed in her eye, and dropped into the deep, icy water.

But then, something changed. She could feel it, but not see it. Cynthia looked up, terrified, and saw a small pile of rocks. Above and around it were 108 lithographs of madness and terror, rape and murder and tragedy. 108 souls damned to their own misery, all of them lost to their own folly. Cynthia was horrified, but couldn't help but get closer to look at the rocks. Almost magnetically, her hand pulled out the keystone she had found in the ancient tomb, and put it on top of the pile of rocks, watching it take on a purplish glow. She could not resist but put it back in her pocket. Her mind spun, she felt something had gone into her head. Something had changed. A flock of Zubat flew above her, nothing she had seen before, and a Doryuuzu and its litter of Mogyuru drank from the underground stream. All was calm, but when she looked up at the paintings, she knew something was wrong. She got up, and left, looking for the sun.

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Five days later.
Above the ground, Little Team Galactic was walking around the Celestic Ruins, taking a break from their usual schedule of running around tall grass and training or battling. The ancient cave paintings mystified the children. Cyrus, who was quite bored, paced around with his Weavile, Luxray, and Honchkrow, looking for interesting art pieces to stare at. Saturn, who had retreated his beloved Toxicroak back into her Pokeball, looked down a very deep, dark part of the cave. Something didn't feel right about the darkness, and seeing a form emerging from it scared the living daylights out of him. "Is anyone there?" Cynthia yelled from the depths of the cavern, Saturn, who had nearly passed out, called back, "Yeah, Cynthia, it's us!" As he said this, Saturn felt something wet coming out of his pants 'Ugh, I pissed myself.', he thought. "Ah, it's so good to see you, Saturn!" Cynthia screamed as she hugged him.

Jupiter and Mars, upon hearing what had been going on, came over with Skuntank and Purugly following on bejewled leashes they had bought in Jubilife City (which had cost them 5 battles worth of winnings). "Cynthia, where have you been!" They yelled in unison, commenting on her bloody palms and knees. "Well, I'm pretty hungry, and I need a shower. Got anything to eat?" Cynthia said, a little humored at the other two girl's worrying. Cyrus, who had heard his rabble's commotion, came over slowly, his Pokemon following. He cocked his head to the side, being bored. "Hey, Cynthia." He said, quite flatly, his voice squeaking, "I, uh, I'm glad to see you again." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little silly.

Getting out of the ruins, Cynthia (who had her eyes half shut, unable to bear the bright sun) and Team Galactic went to the old-style cafe where Charon had been lounging around, his feet on his table, and drinking a classic Oran Julius, enjoying its weirdly tasty flavor. He was alerted at a jingling of the bell, and Rotom began his usual ranting, being contained inside a toy robot. "Zzt. Zzt. Beepboop. I will destroy you all. Beepboop. Zzt. Zzt."

Charon, stuffing Rotom inside his bag, greeted the younger children, taking another sip of his Oran Julius. "Hey, how're'ya doin', buddies?" He said in his Chicago accent. "They got some good food here! They gave me five refills of this 'Oran Julius' on the house, and boy is it good! Man, if I come here again, I'm gonna eat at this place for hours!" Cynthia, who had been squinting heavily, found this good news to her hungry mind. "I haven't had a decent meal in a month now! Count me in!" The children sat at the bar, swiveling in the 50's-styled red leather stools.

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The old couple who owned the restaurant came out to serve the children when Cynthia caught their eye. "Could it be?" One whispered to the other. "Let's wait until after they've eaten. It'll be easier to take her in later." The woman replied. They weren't one of the people who had seen Snapper's interview, they already knew who she was. The old man silently handed out menus, and looked over Cynthia again. He returned to the kitchen, where his wife was waiting. "It is her, I can feel it." The old man said. "Well then, let me take their orders. Money doesn't grow on trees, you know!" She yelled, making it seem like they were having an argument, a perfect cover for their clandestine whispering.

Most of them ordered hamburgers, prepared in the old-fashioned style, french fries, and a chocolate milkshake for their meal. Charon got another Oran Julius, having dried up the last one. After thoroughly enjoying their food, the old woman came from behind the counter. "You know, your little friends *she picked up a Pokeball from Cyrus' back* need food too!" She released each of the children's Pokeballs one by one. "I'm an expert on Pokemon, used to train them myself! You know, back in the day...." She pretended to ramble on, making herself sound less suspicious. After a few minutes, she produced food for the children's Pokemon, who speedily devoured it (Cynthia's, who had been kept in their Pokeballs for a month, were quite hungry).

The old couple, going back to the kitchen, started whispering to eachother, trying to be as silent as possible, "So, honey, you still got the letter?" The old man said, looking frantically in the other direction, "Yes, I do. Why?" The old woman replied, quickly producing a note from her pocket, "I need to reread it. We have to make sure it's her." The old man whispered, grabbing the note and sitting on the stool in the kitchen. He stared into it, holding back tears, reading every fine detail. It had been written in pen, it had retained aging, having been signed for 'December 23, 1968'. The note read:

Dear Mother and Father,

*The text was blurred slightly from wet marks*

One day, I know my child will be a trainer. Should you find her, try to keep her in Celestic Town as long as possible, so that I may bring her in as my own.

Your daughter,
*This text was also quite blurred*

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Elite Four Snapper had finally got himself out of the Celestic Ruins (having miserably failed to track her through the caves), riding his Steelix, and very beaten-looking. His glasses were hanging off his face, his teeth were nasty (as usual), and his dressy clothes were dirty and scuffed. He retreated his Steelix, and knocked on the door of the restauraunt where Cynthia was at, and was greeted by Charon. "Whoa, boy!" He yelped in surprise.

"Yes, yes, I know, I look nasty." Snapper said, quite pissed off (he had been smoking enough gracidea to keep his voice normal for days on end). "I need a bite and a drink to top it off, too." Charon, who felt a little awkward keeping the starving man from food, let him in. Cynthia, who was lounging back and talking to her friends, swiveled in her seat, saw Snapper walking in, and gasped. The man sat next to her, pretending to not notice our heroine. He smirked at her, and got a milkshake and a bowl of chili, and left the restauraunt. He had bigger fish to fry.

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9:30 PM
The children were asleep at an inn above the cave. Nothing much was going on. Zoomer flew in on Widowmaker, and met Snapper behind the restauraunt. "You called me up on big business, you cockney bastard!" He said in his emotionless voice. "I need you to show me something interesting, or I beat you to a pulp." He leaned in on the back door, and fell over. "Shh! You'll wake the old couple up! I've been listening to 'em whisperin' about taking the challenger in! It's sooo weird!" Snapper yelled, trying to whisper, he pushed up on his glasses and looked in the window, giving a quick signal to Zoomer. "Weird?" The sniper added bluntly, "You mean weirder than that little witch's friends, who sleep in matching undies? I swear, from what I saw of them.... oy.... I ain't gonna have kids no time soon. It's like theyr'e some kind of thespians who spend half their winnin's on clothes!" "Hmm... Yeah, that is quite weird. Hey, I think *he leans his head nearer to the window* the old couple's asleep! Let's go in and see what they've been fussing about!"

The two men, silently, opened the back door of the restauruant and walked in. On a counter in the kitchen was the note, a frying pan, and a few Pokebux. Quietly, Zoomer reached for the note, and put it in his pocket. He backed out. There was tension in the air. The old man, who had heard a rustling of papers, began to wake. Snapper desperately made signals in the air, and Zoomer followed them, breaking out as fast as he could. The noise made both the old man and woman wake up, forcing Snapper to fly out of the restauraunt on Skarmory, leaving a good-sized hole in the wall.

Elite Four Snapper, at Suzuran Island, picked up the walkie talkie, and contacted Zoomer, who was reading the letter, "Snoopy to Assassin Bug, Snoopy to *he became quite pissed* Bah! Zoomer! What does the note say!?" Zoomer, picking up on the walkie talkie, replied. "Ah, Snapper, you're gonna eat this up. Lemme read *he acheived a mamby pamby girly voice, similar to Champion Cynthia*:

Dear Mother and Father *snicker*,

I was raped by a drunkard *laugh* and now I'm carrying his child *snicker snicker*. I am apalled and ashamed, and I don't know what to do. *laugh laugh*

One day, I know my child will be a trainer *'explains'*. Should you find her *snicker*, try to keep her in Celestic Town as long as possible, so that I may bring her in as my own. *laugh laugh*

Your Daughter *'wait for it, wait for it'*,
Champion Cynthia *hysterical laughter from both sides*"
Zoomer stopped, and Snapper chimed in, "Now that is good shit indeed! I say we put it on Lady 'Champion's' dresser, just to mess wit' her!" He hung up the walkie talkie and started laughing psychotically.

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In 2010. Cynthia's execution cell. Viewing gallery. Barry, dressed in a slim tuxedo and his usual scarf, walked up to Rowan, he wore a frown of frustration and sat down, looking at the madwoman through the window with much intent. He looked at Rowan, but his scowl did not dissapear. Rowan could not help but notice that Barry's hair had darkened with age, but his oddly angelic face, which he had in boyhood, remained, making him look disturbingly like Cynthia when she was 13, and not much like his father.

"What brings you here?" Rowan queried of the boy in his deep, gravelly scottish accent, whose gaze and visage became much more serious. "I have a dark secret for you, Rowan. I need to confess this to you." He said firmly. Rowan got up, and sat on a more comfortable seat. "I-" Barry began, suddenly, the prison warden and Officer Ted barged in. "SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOU LADIE'S TEA TIME!" The prison warden (in a classic drill seargent accent) yelled at the top of his lungs, going in a matter-of-fact way of talking. "BUT WE HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT CYNTHIA'S DEATH CLOCK IS TO BE LENGTHENED BY 20 MINUTES! WHY? BECAUSE IT'S DAMN FUN TO SEE HER WRITHE LIKE A WORM! AND, TED, BEING THE BRAINIAC HE IS, MISCALCULATED THE EFFECTS OF GARCHOMP'S DRUG-INDUCED RAGE BY SAID TIME! *He notices Barry* OH? IT SEEMS WE HAVE ANOTHER VISITOR! YOU LIKE VIOLENCE, BOY? I KNOW YOU DO! YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE THE MOST NASTY CARNAGE IN THE WORLD, BOY! *Officer Ted whispers in the warden's ear* AH! MY FRIEND HERE HAS TOLD ME THAT I SHOULDN'T BARGE IN ON YOU TWO AGAIN! *Ted whispers again* WHAT IN JIMINY CRICKET'S NAME IS AN INDOOR VOICE?! AH! WE MUST GO! SEE YOU LATER *salutes Barry, Rowan, and finally Cynthia, lowers his voice, looks at Cynthia* and I'll se you in hell." The warden and the officer left, and Barry confessed his dark tale. Rowan, too old for gasping, lifted his eyebrows in terror and pity. I won't tell it to you now, but at the end of Chapter II.

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October 31, 1979. 5:30 AM
Little Cynthia woke up in a hard bed, which had ruined her back, and stretched out, feeling for her bag. Cyrus was sitting up in bed, having been unable to sleep that night. He stared at Cynthia, whose eyes met his, causing him to smile for one of the very first times since he had met her. The girl, who was already half-asleep, tried to snuggle up to one of her pillows and fall back asleep. Cyrus, tilting his head (something he also did very little, as he prefered to keep eye contact with someone), saw that Mars and Jupiter, who were sleeping in their shared bed, seemed to be posing in the matching star-covered underwear they had spent a good deal of winnings on, which amused Cyrus. Ironically, he was in the star-spangled boxers Jupiter had bought for him, as was Saturn. Only Charon, who was sleeping on the floor, sporting a morning wood and snuggling up to Rotom, was wearing something different (grey boxer shorts). Cynthia's underwear really didn't matter, as she wasn't truly part of their gang.

Cyrus' stomach growled. He needed a quick snack, he thought. He rifled through what dry goods they had bought eariler from a small market. He landed on a can of preserved Cornn Berries. He released Weavile to open it. "Snarrll?" He grunted out. "Weavile, use Night Slash on this can!" Cyrus said, trying to convince Weavile he was battling the can. He suddenly perked up, producing a small cloud of mist, dodging out of the way with his razor-like claws primed to destroy, scoring a critical hit on the can. Cyrus, patting the tired Pokemon on the head, gave him a bowl of water and two large pieces of beef jerky, and the two ate an early breakfast side by side.

Cynthia, who had been fully awakened by Weavile's attack, got out of bed in her black panties, which, like her dress, matched her skin and hair. She yawned and grabbed a big Sitrus Berry, rubbing it on her chest and stretching out before taking a bite, letting most of the juices run down her chin. Cyrus cracked another (much larger) smile, and motioned for the tired girl to sit next to him. She walked over and let Gabite out of her ball, who woke up instantly. "Grrrahzsch..." It said, trying to keep quiet as it grabbed most of the beef jerky. "Nom nom nom nom..." Gabite looked over to Weavile, who was also greedily devouring his ration of meat. Not to be outdone, Gabite used Flamethrower on the jerky before taking another bite. Cynthia, her knee-long hair piling on the ground, dug into the Sitrus berry, much to Cyrus' joy. Suddenly, he noticed something. Her stomach had grown a little fatter (merely a little, but it was noticeable when she was nude). Digging into his memory, he pulled something out: 'I haven't had a decent meal in a month!' He wondered: How could Cynthia be gaining weight, even just a little, if she had nearly starved to death? He really couldn't care, as Cynthia had just snuggled into him, her skin quite cold to the touch, but this made it all the more pleasing to be near her. 'Mother, Father,' He thought, looking up, 'I will make you proud! I will get Cynthia to go out with me!' Little did he notice that Gabite was starting to fight with Weavile, he was in his own little world, just him and Cynthia, cuddling up to eachother. Of course, he didn't notice that the door had been opened, either.

Suddenly, Gabite and Weavile were retreated, and their balls put into someone's pocket. Two people silently walked up behind Cyrus, throttled him to the floor, put a sack over his head, and dragged him out of the room. The half-asleep Cynthia stood no chance against being abducted, and was dealt with by the other person. "Ah, it's okay, children, do not worry, you'll be safe...." A deep, elderly voice quickly whispered as Cynthia's vision began to fade.

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10:35 AM
Charon rose from the floor, usually being the first to wake up if Cyrus was not already awake. He tried to put away his morning wood, an action which made Rotom laugh in a robotic voice, not before adding "I will destroy you all!". Such a loud outburst from the toy robot awoke the other three Team Galactic members. Mars, who quickly rose from the bed, reached for her bag, but instead grabbed Cynthia's, "Oops, here's your bag back." She mumbled tiredly as she threw it to the other bed, instead of being caught, it made a thud. Cynthia wasn't there. Jupiter, who was on the other side of the bed, got up to get some food from the bag on the counter. Not fully awake, she bumped into the door, which was opened, and then knocked down a can of Sitrus preserves she was going to eat. She groped around for it, and found footprints. Footprints that lead out of the door.

"By Arceus, Cynthia and Cyrus have been kidnapped!" Jupiter gasped. The others rushed to the scene (except for Charon, who was 'dealing' with 'important things' in the bathroom), and wondered who and why someone would kidnap their missing comrades.

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11:12 AM, at a hillside cottage outside Celestic Town.
Cynthia woke up in a small bedroom in a soft bed, with her normal clothing on. The strange rock she had picked up in the cave was on the table, glowing an ominous purple. She tried to move, but her limbs were tied down. She cried out in terror, realizing she had her mouth bound shut, and an old woman opened the door, Cynthia recognized her as the one who had served her food the day before. "Please, I'm truly sorry, this was the only way we could keep you here long enough for your mother to... I've said to much. I assume she would tell you when she gets here. Heh? What's this? *picks up rock*"

The old woman, not knowing what to expect, watched in horror as a ghostly hand emerged from the glowing pebble. It reached into her nose, the old woman's eyes turned black, and she died on the spot. The rock floated onto the floor aside the dead woman, and a ghostly face arose from it, creating a vortex in the air. It created an unworldly feminine sound, as it stretching out after a long while. "Ah, ten thousand years never felt so short. Thank you, child, for freeing me. And *the ghost looked at the dead old woman* giving me a free meal." Spiritomb's voice sounded like hundreds resonating off eachother, and it produced a smoky tentacle of miasma to destroy the door. "Anything you want, I will help you with. But...... Oh, where are my manners, I should free you first!"

Spiritomb's tentacle etched away Little Cynthia's bindings, and she got up. The girl looked at Spiritomb, her eyes wide from horror, and Spiritomb responded by turning itself back into a rock, and making itself float into Little Cynthia's pocket. She gasped and left the room. The old man, who was eating chowder with Cyrus (who was bound and gagged to a chair, in his (urine-soaked) underpants), awaited Champion Cynthia to come. He turned on a record machine, and started playing the sounds of what seemed to be nails on a chalkboard, and got up, rapping his fingers on the table. "So, you were getting comfortable around my granddaughter, were you now? What did you do?! Did you kiss her, you, you *death rattle*" The old man fell dead, and behind him was Spiritomb. It used Dark Pulse to remove Cyrus' binds, and then turned back into a rock, which then floated into Cynthia's pocket. Cyrus, who was terrified, could only say, "Uhhh.... Yeah.... That was kind of weird..." Cynthia, who shared the same feelings, agreed. They ran outside to the foggy cliff, and Cyrus grabbed the Pokeballs of Gabite and Weavile. Not being able to see where they were going, the two children fell off the cliff, landing in the grass below.

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Cyrus, who brushed himself off, still unable to understand whatever happened in the little cottage, turned around and stuffed his hand in Cynthia's pocket, taking out the rock. "What happened in there?" Cyrus asked Cynthia, "How? What? Why?" Cynthia put a finger up to his mouth, and took the little rock from him. "I'm not sure whatever the hell it is either," her voice was full of worry, "I'll just put it in my pocket, and try to get rid of it somewhere else." Cyrus took another step and realized he had been walking around in his wet underwear, blushing severely, he tried to put his hands over his crotch to hide his embarrasment. Cynthia, laughing hystercially, couldn't help but notice that two others were laughing as well, and were walking up. Their forms were unrecognizable in the fog.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't our little buddy Cyrus! Remember him, Flint? Remember when he was such a dope that he couldn't play ball, so, like the kind samaritans we were, we took the liberty of stuffing him in a locker for seven ours, so he would know better next time not to lose? Ah, he's grown so much! He's got himself a girl, and he even got halfway to third base! Maybe we should pound him 'til he learns to keep his special sauce in!" It was Volkner, age 16, future leader of the Sunnyshore Gym, and past bully of Cyrus. He wore blue jeans, a black leather coat, and a white wifebeater. His father, Lt. Surge, had let him train while he was applying for Gym Leader in Kanto, and had given him a Pikachu to start with, Flint, in a bet, decided to start in Twinleaf Town, getting a Chimchar as a starter (being a pyromaniac).

For two months, Cyrus was happy as a Clamperl, being without a bully in school, he felt invincible. Only three or four months ago, he had to go on a journey himself, and only a few weeks later, his parents both succumbed to a dreadful illness. Cyrus was crushed, and meeting his childhood bullies again was too much for him. He tensed his fist (which made Volkner holler in laughter) in rage.

Flint, age 14, who was lighting a small tree on fire, bumped into his Infernape, which was lighting a large patch of grass on fire. He was shorter than Volkner, and had a orange jumpsuit with a yellow-and-black overcoat on, with Seviper-skin boots he stole off of his mother (in a bet from Volkner). He had hair that matched his flaming desires, he was a weak young man who loved fire, to mask his low self-esteem, and Volkner knew how to take advantage of him to get what he wanted. The boy himself had spent one month of failure trying to meet up with Volkner, most notably when he lost his first two Pokeballs to Cynthia. He turned around and punched his Infernape in the face, not before being hit in the crotch by his Mach Punch, which made him double over in pure pain. "Hey! Back in the ball buddy!" He retreated Infernape, and was laughed at by Volkner, who was doubling over in the hilarity of the situation sat down on a rock. "Flint, you know what I think?" Volkner said, "I think we should introduce Cyrus and his little lady to battling Pokes'! Now, let's see your little critters, bitch!"

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Cynthia, who was still bewildered from the strange events in the cottage, took a Pokeball and threw it into the field, trying not to make herself seem nervous. "Raahzch!" Gabite screamed. "So, bitch, you got one of them landsharks, huh? Suck on this!" Volkner said, trying to intimidate her. Gabite stood boldly, a red-hot flame kindling in her mouth. "Squeee!" A Raichu came out of a ball Volkner threw, with a few balloons tied to its back. "Crapachu!" Volkner called out to the creature, "Use Brave Bird!" 'Crapachu', floating on its balloons, found a suitable thermal, carried itself into the sky, and then did a kamikazi-style dive into Gabite's face, bruising itself as it landed. "Gabite! Flamethrower!" Cynthia called to Gabite. The dragon unleashed a stream of pinkish-white fire onto 'Crapachu', causing him to burst into flames and have to be retreated. Cynthia, standing victorious, patted Gabite on the head and retreated her. "Hey! What's the big holdup, you little whore! I should skin you for what you did to my Raichu! Well, onto your boyfriend, Cyrus *who was trying to sneak away*. Hey, you little coward! Come back here or Flint here has his Infernape use Flare Blitz on your pudgy little ass!"

Cyrus, who had tried to weasel away back to Celestic Town, had no choice but to come back and fight. He bit his lip in anxiety and unleashed Weavile, not knowing what Volkner would have up his sleeve. "Well, well, well, little man! What have we here? Looks like something your mommy and daddy would have trying to dig 'em up for dinner! *Volkner was quite enjoying the tears he had just jerked out of Cyrus' eyes* I've got something to put him down, right.... Here!" Another ball came out of his pocket, this time containing an Ambipom. Weavile, who took a defensive pose, stood little chance against Ambipom's Mach Punch, which was aimed for his head. Terrified, confused, and in pain, Weavile got up and desperately attempted to use Night Slash on Ambipom, only to miss. "Oh! How ridiculous! You suck balls, Cyrus! Why'd you even start? Why not go back to your condemned little house, do the right thing and hang yourself in your closet, you stupid incompetent litttle orphan! Lemme do something nice for you. Ambipom, put the little idiot's Weavile out of its misery." Volkner screamed at Cyrus, trying to see how hard he could make him cry.

Ambipom, with a nasty smile on its face, ingnited its tail-fists, and went in for the kill, wrapping its tails around Weavile and beating it to the ground, aiming for many vital spots, and lighting it on fire multiple times (much to Flint's satisfaction). Weavile, scorched and scarred, could do little but vomit blood and try to crawl back to Cyrus. "NO! Why! Why!" Cyrus screamed in his agony. He grabbed onto his master's leg, trying to reassure Cyrus as he cried his eyes out. Cynthia, warding off Volkner, attempted to use a Hyper Potion on Weavile, but it was too late. Weavile passed away, broken and burnt.

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This was too much for Cyrus. He got up, pushing away Cynthia. He had snapped, the happy, silly, silent boy who had just been a few minutes ago, was dead. In its place, was a monster of hatred and grief, a monster that would destroy life as we know it for its own gain. His face twisted into a horrible grimace, and kneeled, ripping out one of Weavile's claws, struggling himself out of Cynthia's grasp again as she tried to restrain him. Flint, who had been cheering seconds earlier, fell silent. Volkner, who was laughing at Cyrus, tried to taunt him, afraid of facing his victim's wrath, "Hey, you gonna cry again? And, get that thing away from me while your'e at it!" Cyrus would not listen. He wanted revenge. In his anger, he let out a primal scream and stabbed Volkner in the chest multiple times. "An eye for an eye, Volkner, you're getting what you deserve!" He dropped Weavile's claw, and charged at him full on.

Even though wounded, Volkner put up a fight, as cowards hit hardest when they're most scared. He put Cyrus on the ground. "So you stabbed me, huh, punk? That's what you get when you're learning from the best! But, I'm gonna put you where you belong, with your mom and dad and Weavile!" Volkner put his hands around Cyrus' throat. Cynthia, who rushed over to save Cyrus, screamed to Flint, "Do something!" Flint, too scared of Volkner to try and help Cynthia, ran away as fast as he could. Cynthia could only sit at the base of the cliff and try not to watch, knowing that Volkner would probably rape her or kill her after he dealt with Cyrus.

Looking away, Cynthia heard a thud and another struggle. 'Cyrus is dead. The older guy *Volkner* will get you next. Don't struggle. Don't struggle. It's like when daddy needs to be pleased. Just don't struggle.' She thought to herself. She turned her head to see if Cyrus had been killed, and saw instead that he was standing upon Volkner, who was writhing in pain and begging for mercy.

His underpants had been torn off in whatever fighting he had done to defeat Volkner, and his nude, muscular body on top of Volkner, and his grim, almost lifeless face made the boy look disturbingly statuesque. He had experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline as Volkner had been strangling him, and throttled him to the ground with his newfound herculean strength. The orgasmic feeling of victory and power he felt then would only be matched during his last few minutes of life when he captured Dialga and Palkia, or when he lost his virginity to Jupiter and Mars after the senior prom in 1988. He had gotten his first taste of true might, and he enjoyed every last drop.

Cynthia, who was staring in awe at Cyrus' victory over the cowardly Volkner, ran over to give him a hug. The old Cyrus would have blushed, cried in her arms, and possibly would have kissed her. The new Cyrus pushed her away as he mercilessly looked at his defeated enemy as he kicked him. Volkner who got up quite shakily, whimpered to his past victim, "Havemercyhavemercyhavemercy." Cyrus, whose horribly statueseque body and intimidating grimace heavily contrasted the scared, dopey orphan he once had been, looked into Volkner's eyes, and whispered, "No." Volkner, terrified, got up and ran away, crying like a little child out of shame and pain. Cynthia didn't mind, she turned around Cyrus, and hugged him. "You deserve this for saving me." She kissed him on the lips. Cyrus, who no longer appreciated emotion, pulled away. "Thank you, Cynthia." He wiped off his lips, and walked over to Weavile's body, stroking its head, and sighing grimly. "Let us go back to Celestic Town. I assume that my friends will find my absence of clothing funny. Hm... Maybe Jupiter and Mars will blow all their money on some silly new outfit for me" He no longer had a squeaky tone to his voice, for some reason, it had become rougher, like he had a sore throat. Cynthia put her Pokeball back in her pocket, she checked to make sure the Spiritomb rock was there, and walked back to Celestic Town with Cyrus.

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1:30 PM, Celestic Town Pokemart
"Hey! Skuntank! Don't eat those canned beans! We haven't bought them yet!" Jupiter screamed to her Skuntank, which dropped the can in its mouth with a fartlike squeak. Mars, who had become extremely worried to the point of shaking with every move, was stroking Purugly. "Ohhh myyy Arceeusss....... Whhheree'ss Cyrus? Wherree's Cynthia?" She said, as her giant fat cat eyed the next few aisles, smelling cat food. Charon was eyeing a box of condoms, having heard that it was skii season at Snowpoint City from a clerk about his age, and he wanted to get lucky. Charon, adjusting his colored glasses, and clutching Rotom to his chest, looked at Saturn wiping what appeared to be poisonous slime off his lips, 'I think he needs a condom more than I do.' He thought to himself, taking out a box. Jupiter was buying some more food, since their hungry Pokemon had once again inhaled it all.

Cynthia's Pokemon were waiting outside the mart for their mistress. Lopunny was hugging Riolu (which she treated as her own child), while sitting against Tortera's tree as he slept quite soundly. Gastrodon, who was moving around the store, was being chased by Roselia, who was playing some kind of game with her (that she was continually winning). Cyrus' Pokemon weren't doing much themselves. Carnivine was floating around over the large hole in the middle of Celestic Town, and Honchkrow was chasing her, his Magikarp was drowning in the air, and his Zubat was taunting Luxray, which kept missing it. Luxray, which was pissed at Zubat's taunts, ran to the Pokemon Center, hoping to avoid it, saw Cynthia and Cyrus. "Grrazzz!" He roared in ecstasy, electrifying the air with his voice. Suddenly, he saw an Officer Jenny come and impede them. "Hey! Public nudity is not allowed in Sinnoh! 500 pokebux fine!" She yeleld at Cyrus as she wrote a sticky note and stuck it over his genitalia. "I would get my money, but I left my money in my other pants. I'll get back to you later." Cynthia cracked up at what Cyrus said, and found the sticky note stuck to his patch quite funny as well. Cyrus would never pay the fine. He strolled up to his Luxray, patted its head, and guided it back to the mart. "Jupiter! Mars! Saturn! Charon! Come over here! Cynthia and I have returned!" Cyrus yelled to his friends.

Little Team Galactic exited from the mart, having quickly paid for their merchandise (and retreated their Pokemon), walking out. The sight of Cyrus naked with a sticky note over his pretty parts was enough to make them all holler in laughter. Jupiter gave Cynthia and Cyrus back their bags, and both of the children retreated their Pokemon. They spent some time letting Cyrus redress himself, and letting Cynthia tell the story of their kidnapping and escape (albeit without the inclusion of Spiritomb, as she didn't want to let the strange ghost near people again, as it had killed two people that day). A few hours later, Team Galactic left Celestic Town, Cynthia followed them, knowing that more adventures awaited her.

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In 2010, older Cynthia opened her eyes again, this time she made a scowl of disgust, she couldn't believe she had kissed Cyrus then, knowing the monster he had become. The timer on Garchomp's Pokeball read 29:59 (out of 35:00). 'Heh. Of course they would lengthen the time of my execution. They know who I am. I should keep myself occupied more' She thought aloud. She tensed her muscles and fell back into the dream state once more.

In the viewing gallery, Barry was rubbing tears from his eyes as he watched Cynthia contorting herself in her odd sleep, and Rowan was looking at her with doubt in his eyes. After hearing what Barry had to say about her (which I'll tell you about later), Cynthia had seemed less like the child he had seen so long ago, and more like a depraved monster, a shell of a woman.

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Twinleaf Town, 2010.
Lucas was drinking a glass of Arnold Palmer on his deck when his girlfriend Dawn ran up to him. He did not mind Barry's absence, thinking it good that he didn't have to see that 'loser' as often as usual that day. Dawn, who was holding up a flier, said, "Have you heard? Theyr'e closing down the Team Galactic HQ! Couldn't pay the rent! See *she holds the flier up to Lucas' face*? So, I was thinking we could go in and explore it in the dark, I have a surprise for you at the top." Lucas, who was thinking of normal teenagery things, accepted. He unleashed his Wooguru, and he and Dawn flew to Veilstone City to explore the HQ (and get free underage sex with his girlfriend!). Dawn, while flying on Wooguru, put her left index and middle fingers to her neck, whispering, "We have affirmative on Operation: Doofus Ambush." She said. Whatever she had planned, Lucas would not enjoy it.

End of Part II.

I like the new update. It is really disjointed and a hard to follow but that is good because you I felt that you captured the thought processes of someone who has minutes to live

There are a fair amount of minor spelling and grammatical errors though.

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And, yes I do consider this a dark crack fic. Why? There are moments that make you go WTF?

Yep, I'm a psycho. Just wait, buddy. Also, you have some spelling errors there yourself. Also, how do you like the characters?

EDIT: After rereading I realized that I had chopped up her memory, unknowingly making older Cynthia's thought process very fast.

Sweet story so far man. Austin Powers Snapper FTW. Poor Cynthia. I like the darkness.

9/10

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9/10?! Sweet!

Alright. You wanted the 10-scale ratings, here they are.

Level of darkness: 5/10 (I dunno, I've seen people in worse depressions and worse situations. I'd say your fic is more cynical than dark.)

Level of cynicism: 8/10 (Now this is more what I'm talking about. I think you've almost given them a few too many inconveniences, with what you've written so far.)

Level of crackiness: 5/10 (Not much to say here. It's cracky, but some things you've done seem like cheap shots, like the thing about YouTube spamming)

Grammar, style, and flow: 6/10 (It's still uncomfortable in some parts. Not the disturbing kind of uncomfortable, the flow disruption kind of uncomfortable.)

Overall rating: 54/100 (I lied. Right now, the most common interval is 50-64, not 35-49. Overall, this fic seemed more random than actually dark.)

Come to think about it, I don't think I've ever given anybody 10/10 or even 9/10 on this forum yet, for anything. No idea why.

It amazes me that what a lot of people would see as troubling and shocking, I'm almost entirely indifferent to, but what a lot of people would see as meh, I sometimes find troubling and shocking.

Hmmm... I think that's from the fact I require more transitioning from Stay Tuned, Folks, to an actual dark fic. Oy, oy, oy. I'll see what I can do. Remember, at this point, we're in the early, childhood part of it. Memories are supposed to be choppy and superficially happy. I'm going to read some 'dark' (aka, not depression kind of dark, but madness dark) fiction to get my freak on in the next chapter. Of course, the next chapter (which occurs after this very short part), will cover years 11-16, when things start going downhill for the aspiring champion, and the fic goes from cynical to full-on darkness. Also, there are some parts that I, myself, found quite cringeworthy that I don't know how they got in there.

Plus, on the 10/10 thing. Noone is perfect.

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Plus, on the 10/10 thing. Noone is perfect.

But the lack of even a 9/10 troubles me.