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[ A Few Minutes Ago ]
Yellow stood in the center of the mansion, surrounded by Austin and the others.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gestured for them to gather around her.
"Alright everyone, listen up!" Yellow exclaid, "We're going to make a grand entrance befitting of a villain."
Austin spoke up," This isn't a villain entrance."
Yellow pointed at the dilapidated mansion, then at Growlie's Pokeball, and then at Green.
" Yellow," Green exclaid with innocence radiating from her face," Why did point at
?"
" Well, you're the evilest person I know."
Austin and the others tried to not laugh at Yellow's blunt answer.
" And as villains." Yellow spoke with Austin interrupting," Still not villains."
Yellow chose to ignore Austin and exclaim," I've got a perfect idea. We're going to strike a series of poses that will cent us in their minds."
The group looked at each other skeptically while Austin facepald.
" Count
out," Lucario exclaid as he tapped on Green's shoulder.
" Buy
a chocolate bar."
Green smiled and pulled out a box of chocolates," You can have all of these for free."
Lucario sensed so sinister intent behind Green's actions but he chose to ignore it and began to eat the chocolates.
Green had a wide smile as she began to write down so kind of bill Lucario glanced and saw that Green was going to charge Austin 200% for the chocolate box.
Lucario shrugged and began happily eating more while watching Yellow direct Austin and his pokemon with enthusiasm.
"Okay, Austin, you stand at the front and strike a confident pose, like you're the leader of the pack. And Scizor, you stand behind him and put your hand on his shoulder, like you're his right-hand woman."
" Sci."
" I know Scizor that you're a man but for today you're a woman."
Fearow slapped Scizor's shoulder and cackled causing the tallic bug to glare at the bird.
" And Pikachu, you stand next to Scizor and give us a smirk, like you know sothing we don't."
Yellow continued to give instructions, positioning everyone just so, until they were all lined up in a row. She took a step back and surveyed her handiwork, nodding in satisfaction.
"Perfect! Now, on the count of three, I want you all to strike your poses and hold them until Jessie and Jas co. Ready? One, two, three!"
Everyone struck their poses in unison as Lucario mockingly clapped as if he wanted to say sothing insulting.
" Yellow," Austin voiced causing Yellow to turn to him with sparkles in her eyes.
" Yes, Ash."
" ..... " Austin's eyes shifted to Green as his eyes asked for help.
Green smiled and gestured for so cash as Austin shook his head.
Green just smiled and spoke up.
" Yellow, as the resident villain, I have a better idea."
' Bitch !' Austin scread in his mind as Pikachu patted Austin's leg.
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[ Celadon City ]
[ Jas' POV ]
I couldn't believe I had to take a taxi through this part of Celadon. My destination was only a few miles away, but it was on the other side of the city, and the only way to get there was by crossing through the bad part of town.
As we drove, the buildings seed to get seedier and the people on the streets looked rougher and rougher around the edges. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. The driver, a burly man with a thick mustache, seed unfazed by our surroundings. He chattered away on his radio in a language I didn't understand, occasionally glancing at
through the rearview mirror.
I tried to focus on my breathing and stay calm, but my heart was racing. I had heard stories about this part of town, about the cri and the danger that lurked around every corner. I kept my pokeball in my hand, ready to call for any trouble.
" Here's da spot." A heavy thick Johtoian accent escaped the taxi driver as I nodded.
" Thanks for the ride and here's so for your troubles."
" Be careful brat, they say so powerful man ca into these parts of town a few days ago and brought every gang to their knees."
With a gulp, I asked," Do you have an image ?"
" Don't know, they say the guy wears so kind of creepy mask concealing his face and that he is so weird martial arts master. Rumors have it that he judo flipped a Rhydon."
( ~ Gulp ~ )
" I'll keep that in mind," I said as I exited the taxi which sped away.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked down the street. The houses on either side of
were falling apart, their windows were broken and boarded up. The lawns were overgrown with weeds, and the streets were cracked and potholed. It was like sothing out of a horror movie, like a place that had been abandoned and left to rot.
As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The silence was deafening, and every so often I would hear a creak or a moan that seed to co from the houses themselves. I quickened my pace, trying to get out of this creepy neighborhood as soon as possible.
But the more I walked, the more I realized that this wasn't just an abandoned neighborhood. It was a ghost town, haunted by the mories of the people who had once lived here. I could feel their presence all around
as if they were still trying to cling to the remnants of their forr lives.
I hurried my steps, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly I stopped when I heard a beep, taking out my team rocket navigator, I saw that I had arrived at my location.
0001 Cetery Lane
I stood at the edge of the property, staring at the abandoned building in front of . It was a creepy, dilapidated old mansion, with peeling paint and broken windows. The roof was caved in on one side, and the front door was hanging off its hinges.
I took a deep breath and stepped over the rickety fence that surrounded the property. The grass was overgrown and weeds were creeping up the sides of the building. I approached the front door, my heart racing with excitent and fear.
As I stepped inside, the musty sll of decay filled my nostrils. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet and the walls seed to close in around . I half-expected to see ghosts or monsters lurking in the shadows, but there was nothing there except for dust and cobwebs.
Despite the eerie atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I explored the abandoned building. It was like stepping back in ti, into a world that had been forgotten by the rest of the world as suddenly I thought I heard a faint sound, almost like a faint hum or drone in the distance. At first, I wasn't sure what it was, but as I walked it seed to get louder and clearer.
I stopped in my tracks and listened. The sound was music, but it wasn't like anything I had ever heard before. It was strange and ethereal, like a choir of angels singing in the distance.
I couldn't resist the urge to follow the sound. I started walking towards it, my feet moving of their own accord. The music seed to be coming from sowhere in the distance, just beyond the halls.
As I walked, the music grew louder and more beautiful. It was like a siren's call, beckoning
closer and closer. I felt myself getting swept up in the music, my body moving to the beat as I walked.
Suddenly stopping I found myself in an empty hall where I saw multiple Pokémon from Fearow, Scizor to even a Pikachu painting on the wall, no, rather they were covering themselves in paint and then throwing themselves at the white canvas as I could see that practical happiness rolling off them.
My eyes turned towards the stereo as a boy with a hat covering his face slept on a Rhyhorn's body.
' Am I in the wrong place ?' I wondered before a voice called out to .
" No, you are in the correct building, Jas rosewood." Hearing the voice call out to , I tried to look up but found that I had lost almost all control over my body as I found myself in the air held by psychic energy.
The lad stood up while he still covered his face with the hat.
" Let's talk in a few hours."
Those were the last words I heard before everything went black.
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[ Omake Paragraph ]
On a remote island in Vermillion Harbor, there sits a mysterious truck. Hyper beams bounce off its windows, Weavile and expert thieves fail to pick the locks on the doors, and the strength of a hundred Machamp can not move it a milliter. Its wheels are small, it sits low to the ground, and Dugtrio who try to tunnel under it find their way blocked by a strange and extrely strong substance.
Beneath the truck sleeps w, as it has ever since wtwo was defeated. It is said that in Kanto's darkest hour, a chosen one will appear who can lift the truck, or perhaps open its doors and drive it away. w will wake only then from its slumber, and commanded by the chosen one, save Kanto once again.
Many have tried to move the truck. Others have tried many other bizarre thods to obtain w, such as using a moonstone on Magikarp, but all have failed for they sought w only for its power. Power, however, belongs rightfully only to those with the courage and wisdom to utilize it effectively, and it is for this reason that the chosen one shall be crowned king after his victory, or so the legend states. This part of the tale does not sit well with Kanto's people, who have had more than enough kings and emperors; indeed, a popular variant says the chosen one will commit suicide when offered a crown, for he values republics more than his own life.
Whether the story is true or not, great danger ans countless casualties, and an age of heroes is one of the villains as well; indeed, many villains are heroes corrupted by power, and they say there is none stronger than w. I, for one, hope that w sleeps
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