Arceus, God of all pokémon looked upon the world solemnly from atop the Hall of Origin. Eventually after he was done looking, she sighed in weariness. From the shadows crept Giratina, lord of death.
"What troubles you, Arceus?" asked the embodiment of antimatter.
After another sigh, the white equine being explained: "Yveltal, the guardian of death, has just been captured by a stupid trainer by using a master ball."
"Hah."
"Giratina, this is no joke!" Arceus snapped.
"Is too. I'M supposed to be the guardian of death, remember? That stupid bird is just a poser." Giratina rolled his eyes.
"For the last freaking time..." the white god closed its eyes in frustration "YOU are the guardian of the afterlife, you govern the afterlife! YVELTAL guards death, just death, and not the afterlife!"
"I can do both!"
"I'm not having this conversation." Arceus turned away "The point is, legendarys are being captured one after another thanks to that stupid master ball!"
"It is kind of weird that godlike beings like us can be just caught and wielded by ten year olds..." admitted the serpentine ghost type.
"Something must be done." Arceus stamped his hoof, clocking her gaze towards the world once more "Something must be done... or else the world's balance may fall apart."
"Why don't you just make a new legendary, one that can't be caught by pokéballs?"
"I tried that." Arceus said back, "It... didn't work so well..."
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MEANWHILE IN ALOLA
Nihilego: "GRAAHHBLAGLAR!!"
Guzzlord: "WRAAARGHH!"
Kartana: "SHHSHSHHHSHH!"
A trainer gazed upon these abominations in fear, then ran away as fast as he could.
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"And in the end they just found a way to capture those as well! Somehow!" the equine being complained.
Giratina silenced himself, thinking and letting his creator do the same. After a while, Giratina couldn't come up with anything, so he began gazing into other dimensions, silently watching while eating popcorn.
"Maybe... maybe I should create like... a thing with... and it'll be able to do stuff..." Arceus tried to think, but was distracted by Giratina's portal watching. He stomped over to where the ghost dragon was, demanding that he stop doing that.
"Oh come on, most of these dimensions run like TV shows! And this ones about to get good!" complained the guardian of death. Arceus looked into his portal to see what the fuss was about. In there, he saw two humans fighting. One of them was an orange haired punk kid with a sleek black sword, while the other was a butterfly.
"Aizen, Imma kill you because you're an asshole!" stated the orange haired one in the most brooding voice imaginable.
"LOL I'm too much of a troll for that!" said the butterfly "I'm so broken that I can use my shikai to make illusions so great that they-"
The orange haired man then punched the butterfly through several walls. An amazing fight ensued, but for some reason the butterfly never used his broken illusion abilities for the duration of the match, costing him his life.
"What the-?" Arceus wasn't familiar with this.
"In some other dimensions, it's actually the humans who have great powers! Isn't it funny how the multiverse works?"
Something clicked within God's brain.
"Wouldn't it be funny if the human in our universe had those kinds of powers?" Giratina rambled on.
Arceus silenced him just then, "Giratina... I have an idea..."
Misty Waterflower was still a tomboy even in her adulthood. She was physically active, wasn’t afraid of any dirt, wore the barest minimum of makeup at all times and never could wear a dress. However, as an adult, her body was no longer remotely tomboyish. Sporting a modest bust and wide hips that made even the white guys go “DAY-UMM!”, she had blossomed into a very mature looking woman.
Her orange hair had grown out but was still cropped short, only reaching to her shoulders. Her lips were a darker shade of pink due to her lipstick, her eyes still as green as the depths of the sea. Because she was at that age, her usual gym attire consisted of a dramatic cape coat, a blue sports bra-like top and the shortest, tightest short bottoms ever conceived by mankind. Her hips were one of her best and biggest features, wider than her own shoulders with a great butt to match, so it was only natural she’d show it off as much as possible.
This elicited a response from the 14 year old male trainer who had just come in to challenge her. And by response, we mean his penis became erect.
“I-I challenge you for a gym badge!” Said the young boy, blushing at Misty’s incredibly attractive figure. He nearly fainted when she turned around to gather her pokéballs, giving him a view of her extraordinarily large rear.
“Challenge accepted!” Misty smiled. As was tradition for her family, she had taken over the Cerulean City Gym. She didn’t mind it, wanting to be the greatest water trainer, plus her sisters weren’t even remotely qualified to handle gym leader responsibilities.
“Go, Ivysaur!” the male trainer shouted, summoning the grass type pokémon from a pokéball. He forced himself to ignore Misty’s womanly body- he had heard rumors that she was one of the toughest gym leaders in the Kanto league, and he needed to be prepared. Luckily, his Ivysaur was a grass type, so he had a type advantage…
“Go, Magikarp!”
Misty sent out a weak looking orange fish, who flopped around uselessly going “KARP? KARP?” as if it had no idea where it was or what it was doing.
The male trainer narrowed his eyes, a Magikarp, one of the weakest pokémon in the world? Wasn’t Misty supposed to be extremely strong?
“Magikarp, use Tackle!”
And then the pathetic orange fish managed to Tackle Ivysaur across the room where it landed painfully into a wall, making cracks in it. His Ivysaur got up weakly, and the trainer knew this was serious.
“Razor Leaf!” dozens of leaves were thrown at the orange fish, who somehow dodged them all by using a Splash attack. Before the trainer could question how a mere Magikarp could be this strong, it Tackled his Ivysaur again dealing massive damage.
“Ivysaur, use Sleep Powder!” luckily the trainer thought of using this drowsing move to stall the Magikarp’s movements. The orange fish breathed in the powder, and subsequently fell asleep. From there it was an easy victory with Ivysaur launching many leaves at the fish, causing it to faint.
“You did well, Magikarp!” The orange haired water trainer recalled her pokémon. This was a standard 2v2 match, and right now the challenging trainer had one victory. Another, and he would win the Cascade Badge. But of course, Misty wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“Go, Starmie!” Misty called her ace pokémon, a water psychic starfish like creature with a red gem in its center. This one seemed very well trained, which made the challenger wary.
“No, I won’t lose confidence.” he said to himself, “Ivysaur can take this, and even if he can’t, I still have my Pikachu. Ivysaur, hit it with a Poison powder!”
“Starmie, use Bubble beam!”
Five seconds later, the left side of the gym exploded, scattering debris everywhere. The denizens of cerulean paid it no heed- this was the fifth time this week. They merely suspected it was another challenger foolishly trying to beat their gym leader and moved on with their lives. Indeed their suspicions were correct- the Ivysaur had been defeated in a single second, while the Pikachu took another three, thus explaining the explosion.
“Oops, I overdid it…” Misty gazed on the damage to her gym. When the challenger had sent out a Pikachu, instinct took over and she commanded Starmie to launch its strongest attack, subconsciously comparing this electric mouse to another she knew all too well. Nostalgia took over for a split second as she remembered the face of the man she once loved, but shook those thoughts away. That was in the past.
“Well, sorry kid, but no badge today. Come back another time!” the gym leader waved cheerfully as the crying trainer tended to his pokémon, running to the nearest pokémon center which was now a booming business in this city. As soon as he exited..
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