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^Thanks, that's the point. What's a story without some humor in it?:tongue: I said that I had a reason for killing the legendary trios before, now you know it.
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Update. This is one of the endings, though this one doesn't have an epilogue, though I'll probably write one if you guys want one. The other ending will have an epilogue, so you'll have at least one. Enjoy,
Thunder and Jack skidded to a halt next to a groaning pink puddle; the source of the sounds that had raised Thunder’s hopes again.
“Oh, it’s just Jimmy.” the Pikachu said, crestfallen that it wasn’t Lightning making the noises.
“Yes, it’s Jimmy, but what is he doing here? I thought that he was playing with Mew.” said a very confused Jack, but then he realized something. “Thunder, Jimmy just saved our lives!”
Thunder looked up sharply, “What?! How did this pile of slop,” he pointed to the quivering puddle at his feet. “Save our lives? Isn’t there a requirement that you be a little more, you know, heroic?”
“Jimmy is what Regigiggles slipped on, and Jimmy is why all of those Legendaries got killed. Ho-oh was going to eat one of us, and Heatran was going to split one of us with Regigigas; Jimmy is the reason why they are all dead.”
“Should we tell him?” Thunder whispered, as if afraid to disturb the now motionless Ditto.
Jack thought about it for a little while, and then reached the same conclusion that Thunder had.
“No.”
Jimmy started to regain consciousness and rose to his natural shape, still moaning and groaning.
“What happened?” he asked. “And where is that obnoxious Raichu?”
The somber look that quickly took over the faces of the two questioned was all Jimmy needed to know that asking that was like rubbing salt in the fresh wounds of their loss.
“Oh.” he said, acutely aware of the sudden tension that had entered the air.
And they stood there, a mutual understanding between them that Spark’s memory had to be honored somehow; they chose a respectful minute of silence. When their silence was done, Thunder sighed; all the loss that had happened in such a short time had emotionally exhausted him.
“I guess we should… What was that!?”
He dashed over to the crater that held flattened remains of the Rocket’s base, coming to an abrupt halt at the edge. He stood there, ears strained to pick up even the smallest of sounds.
“There it is again! Come on, help me clear this debris!” he yelled to Jack and Jimmy, his infectious excitement spreading to them as they sprinted to come and help.
Without speaking, they started throwing the rubble out of depression in the earth, pushing to the side what they couldn’t lift; it only took a few minutes to find the spent body of a female Pikachu, surrounded by six, mewling, newborn Pichu.
Thunder covered his face. “Check her pulse Jack, I can’t, I couldn’t bear it if it isn’t there.”
“How should I know how to take a pulse?” Jack asked. “I’m a kid, not a doctor, Jim.”
“DO IT!” Thunder demanded, on the verge of tears as he gathered up the squalling infants; quieting them with gentle rocking motions.
“All right, all right, I’ll do it.” Jack muttered to no one in particular, wondering if he would ever start having mood swings like this.
Taking two fingers, the human placed them on the spot on Lightning’s neck where her pulse should be and closed his eyes, concentrating.
Nearly a minute passed with the only sound being the occasional whimper from one of the now sleeping Pichu. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack finally removed his fingers from Lightning and looked at Thunder, a smile slowly spread across his face.
“She’s alive.”
R&R Please, and remember, there is another ending after this one.
Thunder and Jack skidded to a halt next to a groaning pink puddle; the source of the sounds that had raised Thunder’s hopes again.
“Oh, it’s just Jimmy.” the Pikachu said, crestfallen that it wasn’t Lightning making the noises.
“Yes, it’s Jimmy, but what is he doing here? I thought that he was playing with Mew.” said a very confused Jack, but then he realized something. “Thunder, Jimmy just saved our lives!”
Thunder looked up sharply, “What?! How did this pile of slop,” he pointed to the quivering puddle at his feet. “Save our lives? Isn’t there a requirement that you be a little more, you know, heroic?”
“Jimmy is what Regigiggles slipped on, and Jimmy is why all of those Legendaries got killed. Ho-oh was going to eat one of us, and Heatran was going to split one of us with Regigigas; Jimmy is the reason why they are all dead.”
“Should we tell him?” Thunder whispered, as if afraid to disturb the now motionless Ditto.
Jack thought about it for a little while, and then reached the same conclusion that Thunder had.
“No.”
Jimmy started to regain consciousness and rose to his natural shape, still moaning and groaning.
“What happened?” he asked. “And where is that obnoxious Raichu?”
The somber look that quickly took over the faces of the two questioned was all Jimmy needed to know that asking that was like rubbing salt in the fresh wounds of their loss.
“Oh.” he said, acutely aware of the sudden tension that had entered the air.
And they stood there, a mutual understanding between them that Spark’s memory had to be honored somehow; they chose a respectful minute of silence. When their silence was done, Thunder sighed; all the loss that had happened in such a short time had emotionally exhausted him.
“I guess we should… What was that!?”
He dashed over to the crater that held flattened remains of the Rocket’s base, coming to an abrupt halt at the edge. He stood there, ears strained to pick up even the smallest of sounds.
“There it is again! Come on, help me clear this debris!” he yelled to Jack and Jimmy, his infectious excitement spreading to them as they sprinted to come and help.
Without speaking, they started throwing the rubble out of depression in the earth, pushing to the side what they couldn’t lift; it only took a few minutes to find the spent body of a female Pikachu, surrounded by six, mewling, newborn Pichu.
Thunder covered his face. “Check her pulse Jack, I can’t, I couldn’t bear it if it isn’t there.”
“How should I know how to take a pulse?” Jack asked. “I’m a kid, not a doctor, Jim.”
“DO IT!” Thunder demanded, on the verge of tears as he gathered up the squalling infants; quieting them with gentle rocking motions.
“All right, all right, I’ll do it.” Jack muttered to no one in particular, wondering if he would ever start having mood swings like this.
Taking two fingers, the human placed them on the spot on Lightning’s neck where her pulse should be and closed his eyes, concentrating.
Nearly a minute passed with the only sound being the occasional whimper from one of the now sleeping Pichu. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack finally removed his fingers from Lightning and looked at Thunder, a smile slowly spread across his face.
“She’s alive.”
R&R Please, and remember, there is another ending after this one.
Pikamaster
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Well, I wasn't going to do an Epilogue for the happy ending, but I did. It's short, but I don't care, don't expect much until after states.
Happy Ending Epilogue
Their mission complete, Thunder and Jack went back to the forest. Thunder, now having children to be with, didn’t re-claim his leadership, instead devoting all his time to training and family. Jack, with Jimmy’s help, finally reached his full potential and learned to change between his Eevee form and his Human form at will, even later mastering how to change into any evolution of Eevee. Sadly, however, his maturity process ceased to exist; he was trapped as a child until his death; he never got to know what Thunder was talking about at the Rocket’s base. And everyone, except for Jack, lived their lives to the fullest; their tale became legend for Pichus, a horror story for everyone else.
Happy Ending Epilogue
Their mission complete, Thunder and Jack went back to the forest. Thunder, now having children to be with, didn’t re-claim his leadership, instead devoting all his time to training and family. Jack, with Jimmy’s help, finally reached his full potential and learned to change between his Eevee form and his Human form at will, even later mastering how to change into any evolution of Eevee. Sadly, however, his maturity process ceased to exist; he was trapped as a child until his death; he never got to know what Thunder was talking about at the Rocket’s base. And everyone, except for Jack, lived their lives to the fullest; their tale became legend for Pichus, a horror story for everyone else.
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Well, here we are near two years later. Starting out, this was just a very vague idea thought up and written out the night before I posted it, and I remember being extremely nervous about it. The only thing I had ever written before were a few book reports, nothing along the lines of fiction. Heck, I didn't even have a plot when I started, and when I did make a plot, it was only a poor one. But looking back, I see how much I've improved. In 2008, I thought that 200 words would be about the size of every chapter, but all of chapter 12 is 6,000 words. Everything about my writing has improved, and I hope to continue to get better. But anyways, you don't want to read about this garbage, you *hopefully* came here to see the alternate, and IMO, better ending. Here you go, enjoy.
Thunder and Jack skidded to a halt next to a groaning pink puddle; the source of the sounds that had raised Thunder’s hopes again. It was Jimmy.
“No, no.” Thunder whispered as he felt his heart break for a second time. “WHY?”
Thunder kicked Jimmy to the edge of the gorge that lay close to their position, and then he ran over to the remains of the building and started digging. Jack crept over to the Ditto and noticed that Jimmy was regaining consciousness.
“Jimmy, what are you doing here? And why are you up so late?” Jack asked a rushed whisper; he was somewhat frightened of Thunder’s attitude.
Jimmy perked right up when he saw that it was Jack talking to him, the unconsciousness had been faked.
“Well,” he replied. “I’m here because I escaped from Mew; I Transformed into Palkia and warped myself to you guys. Now the reason I’m up so late is rather stupid, so don’t laugh. The humans made a very fun card game about us- which I adore, by the way- and they just had contests where they got these cards early.”
He paused to take a breath, apparently going to finish his story in one shot.
“ Now there’s another huge fan of these cards, he’s a Blastoise that lives on this gigantic, Pokémon filled beach, he promised to have scans of all the cards delivered to everyone who had a piece of special Ariados web; the web sends out a beacon so he knows where to have the scans delivered. Anyway, he said that all of them would be delivered by one A.M. So instead of just looking at them when I wake up in the morning, I decided to stay up and wait for them.”
Now panting slightly, the Ditto looked up to see Jack’s expression, but Jack was rolling on the ground with laughter; when his mirth finally abated, Jack looked up at Jimmy.
“Jimmy, that is one of the most nerdish things that I’ve ever heard of, everyone who hears that is sure to have the same reaction that I had.”
And he would have said more, but a Charmander and a Meditite showed up near Thunder with shouts of greetings; Jimmy melted into a puddle again.
“Hi! We’re Michael and Derek.” they announced to everyone, obviously not seeing the murderous gleam in Thunder’s eye.
“We’re sure that you’re wondering how we’re alive, if you’ve heard our story, right. Is anyone here wondering? What about anybody in a different dimension, maybe someone reading our story, are you wondering?”
They waited before continuing, possibly to get confirmation on someone wanting to hear their tale; stunned silence was their answer.
“Well, when we fell, we thought that we were dead. But then, the weirdest thing happened, we landed on a sleeping Gardevoir! After the three of us collapsed into a pile, she threw us off and shouted something about Pokémon like us being the reason for being nocturnal, and then she teleported off. We then foraged for food while traveling here to get our revenge, making sure that no one knew that we were alive, and now here we are.”
The two unlikely brothers looked around with giant grins on their faces; grins that evaporated when Thunder picked them up and then threw them next to Jimmy and Jack.
“Ouch, what was that for?” they asked in unison. Not getting a reply, Michael and Derek started to storm off, but in their anger they didn’t see Jimmy, and slipped. And fell. Right off the edge of the cliff. Horrible, hair-raising screaming could be heard as they fell that made Jimmy nearly set right there and then; Thunder was still digging and was ignoring everything that was happening.
“No, not again, this can not be happening to me again! Why do things like this always happen to me?”
Michael and Derek flew over the lip of the chasm, and closely following them was Helen; the Charmander and Meditite sailed into the forest somewhere; they quickly fled the area when they landed. Helen took one look at Jack before throwing her hands up in disgust.
“Why am I always haunted by idiots from my past, what did I do to deserve this. Maybe if I go away, I can pretend that none of this ever happened and go back to sleep.”
As soon as she said this, the Gardevoir Teleported away to a happier place, somewhere far away from Thunder, Jimmy and Jack; Thunder was still concentrating on his own task and didn’t even hear the recent outburst.
Jack turned to Jimmy, about to ask him how Thunder could be oblivious to everything that had just happened, when he heard the Pikachu emit an anguished cry.
“Why? Why does this have to happen? Arceus! You have powers of supreme healing, so come down from your oh-so-high-and-mighty perch in the Hall of Origin and heal Lightning!”
Jack and Jimmy gasped; how could Thunder even think of commanding the second most powerful Pokémon in existence? He was going to get himself, if not all of them, killed. Jack ran towards his friend, determined to get him to take back everything he had just said, but Jimmy slunk off and showed what a coward he really was.
Thunder roared his challenge to the heavens again, just before Jack covered his mouth.
“What are you doing? Are you trying to get us both killed? I know that you are upset about Lightning, but are you positive that she isn’t just unconscious or something? If you aren’t sure, go check again before challenging Arceus, after all, there is a chance that it might, you know, hear you.”
Bristling with anger, Thunder threw Jack’s hand off of his mouth; his fur was standing on end, making the Pikachu look bigger, and slightly fluffier, than he really was.
“Go check for yourself,” he hissed while pushing the cowering human into the pit, a murderous glint in his eye. “Go on, check. Tell me what you find.”
Jack, once again, started to have doubts about his friend’s sanity; maybe the loss of Spark, and then Lightning was too much for him. And then there were those other lives that he had talked about, what did Thunder mean by that? The only other Pokémon that had died recently were the Legendaries, and Thunder sure didn’t care about those.
“Oh, what ever, I’ll probably never know what he meant.” Jack muttered to himself while crawling over to where Lightning lay. Upon reaching the body, he couldn’t help but wonder why Thunder loved such a fat Pokémon. “He just keeps getting weirder, doesn’t he.” the human said while reaching for where Lightning’s pulse should be; there was nothing.
Looking up at Thunder, who was standing with his arms crossed at the edge of the hole, he pronounced: “She’s dead, Jim.”
Ignoring Jack and, once again, challenging Arceus to come, Thunder loosed a Thunderbolt into the sky. Jack watched its progress up until it completely disappeared, but he couldn’t see anything that would’ve stopped it.
“Oh no,” he whispered, his eyes wide with terror. “I think that Arceus heard you, Thunder.”
As he was speaking these words, a flight glowing white stairs that ended at Thunder’s feet appeared. The Pikachu gazed at them in shock, finding it hard to believe that Arceus would actually notice him and his problems; surely it couldn’t be bothered to even speak to him, let alone notice him.
Looking around for Jack, Thunder saw him quivering in the hole, he was pointing at something with a quivering finger.
“What the…?”
Standing on a clear platform on the top of the stairs was a Pokémon. It was mostly white, though it hade a golden wheel on its back and a grey chest. Its face was also grey, with white on the top of its head and on its long neck. It was Arceus, and it was clear that it was intent on killing Thunder and Jack. Thunder loosed another bolt of electricity at it, but it hit a Pidgey on the way to the Legendary Pokémon; the bird dropped dead at the top of the stairway.
Suddenly, both of the onlookers heard a voice in their heads; the power of it was so overwhelming that it forced them to the ground on all fours.
“You. You are the ones who have killed so many Legendary Pokémon.” the voice said, full of malice and anger. “And now, finally, you shall pay!”
Arceus took a step forward to descend the stairs, and then blast its targets into oblivion, but then it tripped on the Pidgey carcass.
Thunder and Jack watched in amusement as the Pokémon that had been intent on killing them tumbled down the stairs, staining a crimson patch down the center. When Arceus reached the bottom, its long neck had snapped in multiple places, and it was dead.
It grew very lonely very quickly. The bodies of five different Pokémon were scattered on the ground and night was falling fast. No tears were shed over the lost lives of the Legendary Pokémon; they had been trying to kill after all. But all through the night, Thunder and Jack kept a silent vigil for Spark and Lightning, paying their final respects to the innocent ones that had died there.
When dawn finally came after a cold, moonless night, the sun was as red as the blood that had been spilled, and so where the clouds. Thunder turned away from the warmth that the morning light provided, unable to imagine ever being able to enjoy it again, now that the one he loved had died. Instead, he turned towards Jack and did something he hadn’t expected to do for a while; he smiled. His friend was now asleep, but he had managed to stay awake the entire night.
“When you wake up, we’ll leave this place. We’ll take Lightning’s body with us; I don’t want it to be near the filth that killed her. Once we get back to the forest where I live, we’ll plan our revenge. All the Pikachu in the world will gather, and we’ll all use that Wonder TM we found in Guyana. After that, we can raid human buildings and find items that will make us more powerful. And when we’re all as strong as we can be, the human race will be eliminated. Anyone who stands in our way will meet the same fate as the humans, and everyone else will be enslaved. The power of the humans is ended. The time has come… for the dominion of Pikachu.”
For the final time, Read and Review please. Remember, I will write a decent sized epilogue for this, I just need a little time to do it.:tongue: For everyone who found all the quotes/references in the entire story, GFY. For those of you who didn't, you should find them.:tongue: See you all at the epilogue!
Dark Ending
Thunder and Jack skidded to a halt next to a groaning pink puddle; the source of the sounds that had raised Thunder’s hopes again. It was Jimmy.
“No, no.” Thunder whispered as he felt his heart break for a second time. “WHY?”
Thunder kicked Jimmy to the edge of the gorge that lay close to their position, and then he ran over to the remains of the building and started digging. Jack crept over to the Ditto and noticed that Jimmy was regaining consciousness.
“Jimmy, what are you doing here? And why are you up so late?” Jack asked a rushed whisper; he was somewhat frightened of Thunder’s attitude.
Jimmy perked right up when he saw that it was Jack talking to him, the unconsciousness had been faked.
“Well,” he replied. “I’m here because I escaped from Mew; I Transformed into Palkia and warped myself to you guys. Now the reason I’m up so late is rather stupid, so don’t laugh. The humans made a very fun card game about us- which I adore, by the way- and they just had contests where they got these cards early.”
He paused to take a breath, apparently going to finish his story in one shot.
“ Now there’s another huge fan of these cards, he’s a Blastoise that lives on this gigantic, Pokémon filled beach, he promised to have scans of all the cards delivered to everyone who had a piece of special Ariados web; the web sends out a beacon so he knows where to have the scans delivered. Anyway, he said that all of them would be delivered by one A.M. So instead of just looking at them when I wake up in the morning, I decided to stay up and wait for them.”
Now panting slightly, the Ditto looked up to see Jack’s expression, but Jack was rolling on the ground with laughter; when his mirth finally abated, Jack looked up at Jimmy.
“Jimmy, that is one of the most nerdish things that I’ve ever heard of, everyone who hears that is sure to have the same reaction that I had.”
And he would have said more, but a Charmander and a Meditite showed up near Thunder with shouts of greetings; Jimmy melted into a puddle again.
“Hi! We’re Michael and Derek.” they announced to everyone, obviously not seeing the murderous gleam in Thunder’s eye.
“We’re sure that you’re wondering how we’re alive, if you’ve heard our story, right. Is anyone here wondering? What about anybody in a different dimension, maybe someone reading our story, are you wondering?”
They waited before continuing, possibly to get confirmation on someone wanting to hear their tale; stunned silence was their answer.
“Well, when we fell, we thought that we were dead. But then, the weirdest thing happened, we landed on a sleeping Gardevoir! After the three of us collapsed into a pile, she threw us off and shouted something about Pokémon like us being the reason for being nocturnal, and then she teleported off. We then foraged for food while traveling here to get our revenge, making sure that no one knew that we were alive, and now here we are.”
The two unlikely brothers looked around with giant grins on their faces; grins that evaporated when Thunder picked them up and then threw them next to Jimmy and Jack.
“Ouch, what was that for?” they asked in unison. Not getting a reply, Michael and Derek started to storm off, but in their anger they didn’t see Jimmy, and slipped. And fell. Right off the edge of the cliff. Horrible, hair-raising screaming could be heard as they fell that made Jimmy nearly set right there and then; Thunder was still digging and was ignoring everything that was happening.
“No, not again, this can not be happening to me again! Why do things like this always happen to me?”
Michael and Derek flew over the lip of the chasm, and closely following them was Helen; the Charmander and Meditite sailed into the forest somewhere; they quickly fled the area when they landed. Helen took one look at Jack before throwing her hands up in disgust.
“Why am I always haunted by idiots from my past, what did I do to deserve this. Maybe if I go away, I can pretend that none of this ever happened and go back to sleep.”
As soon as she said this, the Gardevoir Teleported away to a happier place, somewhere far away from Thunder, Jimmy and Jack; Thunder was still concentrating on his own task and didn’t even hear the recent outburst.
Jack turned to Jimmy, about to ask him how Thunder could be oblivious to everything that had just happened, when he heard the Pikachu emit an anguished cry.
“Why? Why does this have to happen? Arceus! You have powers of supreme healing, so come down from your oh-so-high-and-mighty perch in the Hall of Origin and heal Lightning!”
Jack and Jimmy gasped; how could Thunder even think of commanding the second most powerful Pokémon in existence? He was going to get himself, if not all of them, killed. Jack ran towards his friend, determined to get him to take back everything he had just said, but Jimmy slunk off and showed what a coward he really was.
Thunder roared his challenge to the heavens again, just before Jack covered his mouth.
“What are you doing? Are you trying to get us both killed? I know that you are upset about Lightning, but are you positive that she isn’t just unconscious or something? If you aren’t sure, go check again before challenging Arceus, after all, there is a chance that it might, you know, hear you.”
Bristling with anger, Thunder threw Jack’s hand off of his mouth; his fur was standing on end, making the Pikachu look bigger, and slightly fluffier, than he really was.
“Go check for yourself,” he hissed while pushing the cowering human into the pit, a murderous glint in his eye. “Go on, check. Tell me what you find.”
Jack, once again, started to have doubts about his friend’s sanity; maybe the loss of Spark, and then Lightning was too much for him. And then there were those other lives that he had talked about, what did Thunder mean by that? The only other Pokémon that had died recently were the Legendaries, and Thunder sure didn’t care about those.
“Oh, what ever, I’ll probably never know what he meant.” Jack muttered to himself while crawling over to where Lightning lay. Upon reaching the body, he couldn’t help but wonder why Thunder loved such a fat Pokémon. “He just keeps getting weirder, doesn’t he.” the human said while reaching for where Lightning’s pulse should be; there was nothing.
Looking up at Thunder, who was standing with his arms crossed at the edge of the hole, he pronounced: “She’s dead, Jim.”
Ignoring Jack and, once again, challenging Arceus to come, Thunder loosed a Thunderbolt into the sky. Jack watched its progress up until it completely disappeared, but he couldn’t see anything that would’ve stopped it.
“Oh no,” he whispered, his eyes wide with terror. “I think that Arceus heard you, Thunder.”
As he was speaking these words, a flight glowing white stairs that ended at Thunder’s feet appeared. The Pikachu gazed at them in shock, finding it hard to believe that Arceus would actually notice him and his problems; surely it couldn’t be bothered to even speak to him, let alone notice him.
Looking around for Jack, Thunder saw him quivering in the hole, he was pointing at something with a quivering finger.
“What the…?”
Standing on a clear platform on the top of the stairs was a Pokémon. It was mostly white, though it hade a golden wheel on its back and a grey chest. Its face was also grey, with white on the top of its head and on its long neck. It was Arceus, and it was clear that it was intent on killing Thunder and Jack. Thunder loosed another bolt of electricity at it, but it hit a Pidgey on the way to the Legendary Pokémon; the bird dropped dead at the top of the stairway.
Suddenly, both of the onlookers heard a voice in their heads; the power of it was so overwhelming that it forced them to the ground on all fours.
“You. You are the ones who have killed so many Legendary Pokémon.” the voice said, full of malice and anger. “And now, finally, you shall pay!”
Arceus took a step forward to descend the stairs, and then blast its targets into oblivion, but then it tripped on the Pidgey carcass.
Thunder and Jack watched in amusement as the Pokémon that had been intent on killing them tumbled down the stairs, staining a crimson patch down the center. When Arceus reached the bottom, its long neck had snapped in multiple places, and it was dead.
It grew very lonely very quickly. The bodies of five different Pokémon were scattered on the ground and night was falling fast. No tears were shed over the lost lives of the Legendary Pokémon; they had been trying to kill after all. But all through the night, Thunder and Jack kept a silent vigil for Spark and Lightning, paying their final respects to the innocent ones that had died there.
When dawn finally came after a cold, moonless night, the sun was as red as the blood that had been spilled, and so where the clouds. Thunder turned away from the warmth that the morning light provided, unable to imagine ever being able to enjoy it again, now that the one he loved had died. Instead, he turned towards Jack and did something he hadn’t expected to do for a while; he smiled. His friend was now asleep, but he had managed to stay awake the entire night.
“When you wake up, we’ll leave this place. We’ll take Lightning’s body with us; I don’t want it to be near the filth that killed her. Once we get back to the forest where I live, we’ll plan our revenge. All the Pikachu in the world will gather, and we’ll all use that Wonder TM we found in Guyana. After that, we can raid human buildings and find items that will make us more powerful. And when we’re all as strong as we can be, the human race will be eliminated. Anyone who stands in our way will meet the same fate as the humans, and everyone else will be enslaved. The power of the humans is ended. The time has come… for the dominion of Pikachu.”
For the final time, Read and Review please. Remember, I will write a decent sized epilogue for this, I just need a little time to do it.:tongue: For everyone who found all the quotes/references in the entire story, GFY. For those of you who didn't, you should find them.:tongue: See you all at the epilogue!
Pikamaster
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Well, here we go. Finally, the epilogue to TLoT is done, thus really completing it! Congrats to those who stuck with it to the end, you guys are great. R&R please. (Note, I did have to tone it down a little so that it would be PG, the PG-13 version is on another site. If you know where it is, good. If you don't, I'm not telling. That would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?)
“What’s happening mommy? I’m scared.”
“Hush, child. Do you want them to find us?” a woman scolded, but not unkindly. “You know that we have to hide from Pikachu now, they would kill us if they found us.”
The child, a boy of no more than nine, whimpered. He had been about to start a journey with his first Pokémon, and then had come what had to be the apocalypse. Two years ago, Pikachu had completely disappeared deep into any forest that they could get too, but only the wild ones. Pokémon Professors had been astounded that billions of creatures could just seem to vanish with only the occasional sighting and raids on TM factories, and the intelligence and power with which they executed their raids was something that had never been heard of. It was now December of the year two-thousand and twelve; the attacks had started on the first day of the month.
The attacks were pretty straightforward, but unstoppable and extremely deadly. At every city, Pikachu had formed a giant ring that surrounded it. Other Pikachu warded off attacks while the ring used a group Judgment; destruction was absolute and survival was near impossible. After the Judgment had obliterated the city, groups of Pikachu would roam through the smoldering wreckage and hound down any survivors, slowly slaughtering each one individually. It only took twenty days to eradicate ninety-five per-cent of the human population, and the remaining five per-cent was hiding in fear.
Trainers and wild Pokémon alike had tried to stop the Pikachus fast rise to global domination, but for every move they made the Pikachu had a countermove, and it was always fatal. So with an army of several billion, world domination was at hand for the twenty-fifth Pokémon, not even Legendary Pokémon could stop them. Not to say that they hadn’t tried before they went and hid, but the fatality rate of the one-of-a-kind Pokémon had deterred them from helping any longer. The Pikachu didn’t even try to kill them, it just happened.
Moltres had started a forest fire to burn a large colony of Pikachu, but the Pikachu escaped and a burning tree fell onto Moltres, crushing its spine. Articuno had been chasing a group that cut through its mountain range on their way to destroy a city. The bird had started a blizzard and then chased them until it flew straight into a mountain that had been hidden by the snow. Articuno’s neck had snapped and its body broken in the fall. Zapdos had been striking at a lone shiny Pikachu with stronger lightning bolts than any other Pokémon could summon. That had been going pretty well; the Pikachu had been backed into a corner, but then a meteor tore through the clouds and struck the bird down. Zapdos would have recovered, but an invisible force coming from inside the meteor reached out and tore out Zapdos’s throat.
The other Legendaries, now very few in number, had fled to various caverns, dimensions and times, praying to Arceus that they wouldn’t be found. Too bad Arceus was dead, they were found within a couple of months.
The two hiding humans froze. The sound of claws on stone was now audible. If it was a Pikachu hunting for humans to kill, they would stand no chance. The cave they were in was shallow, only meant for temporary residence. They huddled together in growing horror as the creature drew closer, hoping beyond hope that it was anything except for a Pikachu.
Suddenly, the sound stopped. Then, after a few seconds, it started again, this time it was running. With a mighty flash of electricity, the bushes that hid the cave mouth were incinerated. It was a Pikachu, confirming their worst nightmares with the evil pleasure that was written across his face.
The dawn of a new era had come. A reign of terror that would last for eons, and no creature would survive unless the Pikachu wanted it to. World domination was at hand, and nothing would be able to stop the eventual domination of other worlds in different dimensions. The only question is, where will they conquer next?
Dark Ending Epilogue
“What’s happening mommy? I’m scared.”
“Hush, child. Do you want them to find us?” a woman scolded, but not unkindly. “You know that we have to hide from Pikachu now, they would kill us if they found us.”
The child, a boy of no more than nine, whimpered. He had been about to start a journey with his first Pokémon, and then had come what had to be the apocalypse. Two years ago, Pikachu had completely disappeared deep into any forest that they could get too, but only the wild ones. Pokémon Professors had been astounded that billions of creatures could just seem to vanish with only the occasional sighting and raids on TM factories, and the intelligence and power with which they executed their raids was something that had never been heard of. It was now December of the year two-thousand and twelve; the attacks had started on the first day of the month.
The attacks were pretty straightforward, but unstoppable and extremely deadly. At every city, Pikachu had formed a giant ring that surrounded it. Other Pikachu warded off attacks while the ring used a group Judgment; destruction was absolute and survival was near impossible. After the Judgment had obliterated the city, groups of Pikachu would roam through the smoldering wreckage and hound down any survivors, slowly slaughtering each one individually. It only took twenty days to eradicate ninety-five per-cent of the human population, and the remaining five per-cent was hiding in fear.
Trainers and wild Pokémon alike had tried to stop the Pikachus fast rise to global domination, but for every move they made the Pikachu had a countermove, and it was always fatal. So with an army of several billion, world domination was at hand for the twenty-fifth Pokémon, not even Legendary Pokémon could stop them. Not to say that they hadn’t tried before they went and hid, but the fatality rate of the one-of-a-kind Pokémon had deterred them from helping any longer. The Pikachu didn’t even try to kill them, it just happened.
Moltres had started a forest fire to burn a large colony of Pikachu, but the Pikachu escaped and a burning tree fell onto Moltres, crushing its spine. Articuno had been chasing a group that cut through its mountain range on their way to destroy a city. The bird had started a blizzard and then chased them until it flew straight into a mountain that had been hidden by the snow. Articuno’s neck had snapped and its body broken in the fall. Zapdos had been striking at a lone shiny Pikachu with stronger lightning bolts than any other Pokémon could summon. That had been going pretty well; the Pikachu had been backed into a corner, but then a meteor tore through the clouds and struck the bird down. Zapdos would have recovered, but an invisible force coming from inside the meteor reached out and tore out Zapdos’s throat.
The other Legendaries, now very few in number, had fled to various caverns, dimensions and times, praying to Arceus that they wouldn’t be found. Too bad Arceus was dead, they were found within a couple of months.
The two hiding humans froze. The sound of claws on stone was now audible. If it was a Pikachu hunting for humans to kill, they would stand no chance. The cave they were in was shallow, only meant for temporary residence. They huddled together in growing horror as the creature drew closer, hoping beyond hope that it was anything except for a Pikachu.
Suddenly, the sound stopped. Then, after a few seconds, it started again, this time it was running. With a mighty flash of electricity, the bushes that hid the cave mouth were incinerated. It was a Pikachu, confirming their worst nightmares with the evil pleasure that was written across his face.
The dawn of a new era had come. A reign of terror that would last for eons, and no creature would survive unless the Pikachu wanted it to. World domination was at hand, and nothing would be able to stop the eventual domination of other worlds in different dimensions. The only question is, where will they conquer next?
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Pikamaster
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As I said, it was even more evil, but it was PG-13... As for the legendaries deaths, I just had to do a variation on this post. ;P
Moltres gets burned by a forest fire (Which would have no effect)/Moltres dies in a forest fire.
Articuno gets hit by an avalanche/Articuno flies into a mountain in a blizzard.
Zapdos gets struck by lightning (Which would have no effect)/Zapdos dies in a thunder storm.
Moltres gets burned by a forest fire (Which would have no effect)/Moltres dies in a forest fire.
Articuno gets hit by an avalanche/Articuno flies into a mountain in a blizzard.
Zapdos gets struck by lightning (Which would have no effect)/Zapdos dies in a thunder storm.