We all know the rumors of the mysterious things that are send to be hidden in Kanto, waiting for someone powerful enough to stumble upon it… or foolish enough. There once was a boy, and a very strong one at that, who stumbled into a land where he didn’t belong, and he paid the price.
He was merely walked down a typical route, when he stumbled upon a man. A man with a look without emotion, almost in a possessed trance, blood all over with gashes on his face. The man walked up to Red, placed a stone into his hand, and collapsed. He was dead.
Red, completely freaked out by this, ran away from the scene, though he still held the stone that the man had left in his hand.
After running for what seemed like forever, Red finally stopped to catch his breath. After a short break, he took a look at the stone in his hand. It had been stained with some of the blood of the old man, but what Red wanted to know was what the stone could do. He called out three of his Pokémon.
“Go! Venusaur! Blastoise! Charizard!” said Red, releasing his powerful creatures.
The Pokémon trio approached Red, as if they were immediately drawn to the stone.
“Hey, watch out guys. Who knows what this thing is.” said Red again, trying to figure out what the stone was.
The trio ignored him and continued forward. The stone flew out of Red’s hands and drifted in front of the trio, whom stopped as the stone hovered in front of their combined gaze.
Suddenly, all three Pokémon began to glow white. They were… evolving?
“What? No way! They’re already in their final evolution forms! What could that stone be doing to them?” said Red, who had so many questions, with so little answers; only staring at the sight of his evolving Pokémon. But these were no normal evolutions.
As the Pokémon finally became visible, Red did his best not to scream in terror of what had just happened to his companions.
Venusaur was no more. His entire body had morphed into something else. He now stood, what appeared to be, over 20 feet tall. His legs were now the size, and form, of trees. It stood with a long, green neck to stretch out, bearing a displeased face, with red eyes and hundreds of vines rising from its back.
The others were no better. They shared their 20 foot heights and their red eyes with each other. Charizard’s head had gained a third horn in the middle, which completely rearranged his face, along with large spikes on his back, which was completely on fire. Blastoise was the most intact, though he had gained two more hydro cannons on his back. Red looked back at the stone, only to see that it had exploded into a veil of mist, which floated away.
Beginning to panic even more, Red took out his Pokédex and pointed it at the beasts, only to receive static.
“Wha-what are you things?” said Red, frightened.
“We are those, whom you humans claimed, did not exist.” responded the trio, in booming voices that almost shattered Red’s eardrums.
Red was stunned by the fact that these “things” had just spoken back to him, but he was even more concerned with what they wanted.
“What do you want from me?” he said, weakly.
“…Revenge.” said the evolved Charizard, looking like it was ready to toast Red, right there.
The trio lifted Red with a psychic force and proceeded to rise off of the ground. Red, panicking, screamed out for help, feeling lucky that he had spotted an old man walking by. In fact, it seemed to be that crazy old man from Viridian City who was obsessed with coffee and catching weak Pokémon.
The old man did not response. In fact, it didn’t seem like he even noticed the 20 foot megaliths the stood right in front of him. However, before Red could finish his second call for help, the old man turned to stare up at him, with the same red eyes as the beasts.
Red whited out.
When he awoke, he found himself in a realm that seemed to be his world, but destroyed. Buildings were in pieces, the sky looked like static, and there wasn’t a soul in sight, not even his evolved Pokémon that brought him here.
“Whe-where am I?” asked Red.
Suddenly, there was a demonic chuckle and a twisted voice from what seemed to be a very close distance.
“Kekeke… our world.” said the voice.
Red turned in surprise, to find what looked like a walking corpse, the size of a normal human, but with giant needles for arms.
“They said that I was just a typo of another fake… They called us all fakes. Rumors. Myths. They never truly believed in us and would even mock anyone who did!”
continued the voice, growing ever more twisted.
Red was still growing confused, even to the point of insanity, whether it would be caused by his confusion or this strange creature.
“Who are you?!” Red snapped.
Before Red could even blink, the corpse had delivered a giant slash across his body, obviously fatal. However, he lived. As Red was screaming his lungs out, his body was rebuilding, painfully. Finally, it had been repaired, but by what?
Before Red could ask what had happened, though fearful of the consequence of another question, the corpse spoke again.
“Excellent. Much like us, you are in a world where you cannot die, however, you still feel all the pain you would normally,” the corpse began, “if not, even worse.”
The corpse stared at Red, who was now completely silent, and gave him an order.
“Come follow me, there is someone waiting for you Red.” spoke the corpse, in a very soft, wind-like voice.
Red was about to ask how this thing knew his name, but he was too frightened and proceeded to follow the corpse.
Eventually, they reached what appeared to be an even more grim section of the world, this dimension’s Lavender Town. The entire place was a mass graveyard.
They stepped forward to a grave stone that was much larger than any other. Red began to read the inscription:
Doomsday
‘What is that suppose to mean?’ thought Red.
Suddenly, the graveyard started to shake. A large figure began to rise out of the ground. The figure appeared to be a giant assortment of bones that formed some sort of head, but what shocked Red was this new creature’s height. It had to be at least 90 feet tall, but it was as transparent as a ghost.
“Master,” began the corpse, “I have brought forth this boy. He was sent here after he evolved some of his creatures with the Mist Stone.”
‘Mist Stone?’ questioned Red to himself.
Suddenly, the loud roar came from the massive beast, causing Red’s ears to start dripping blood.
“Is this one of those who called us fakes? Myths? Nothing but works of fantasy?!” the voice growing more annoying with every word.
“Indeed,” said the corpse.
The large creature, Doomsday as the grave stated, let out a demonic laugh, even more powerful than the corpses.
“Then I guess this boy wouldn’t mind knowing the truth before he is sent to his punishment.” said Doomsday.
“T-t-tru-truth?” said Red, stuttering his first words against Doomsday.
“Of course!” boomed his voice, “You probably believe that Arceus created the universe don’t you?”
“Well…” began Red.
“Of course you do! That’s what they tell you to believe, because he is the divine Pokémon, the Pokégod!” continued Doomsday, once again raising his pitch. I’ll tell you the difference between us and Arceus, kid. Arceus can be defeated, captured, and even used by morals. While we… we are INVINCIBLE! We can’t be captured because you morals don’t even acknowledge our existence!” finished Doomsday.
“But…” began Red, only to be cut off, once again.
Doomsday rammed one of its sharp bones, straight through Red’s body, knowing that he could recover, all just to make him suffer. Red winced, but did not scream, he couldn’t. He just let his body regenerate, once again.
“Enough talk,” began Doomsday, “it’s time for you to face your worst nightmare.”
Suddenly, other strange creatures began to crawl out of the ground. They grabbed at Red, who tried to run, but could not. He could not escape his fate. The creatures that grabbed at him where much like his Pokémon trio, as they seemed to be the evolved forms of other Pokémon, without evolutions.
Before he knew it, Doomsday tore a rift in existence which began to consume Red. Red fought with all the energy he had left, but was no match for that, which he did not understand. He closed his eyes and was swallowed up by the rift.
When he woke up again, Red was at the peak of a snowy mountain. In fact, for a second, he believed that he saw what looked like the Indigo Plateau in the short distance. However that all was wiped from his mind when he looked straight off the side of the mountain. He saw Doomsday, the corpse, his evolved trio, and many other creatures, some that were those that came out of the ground and others which he had not seen before. They were all laughing at him.
“Come follow me Red, and you can fulfill your destiny. Just come follow me.” spoke Doomsday, motioning Red to come to him.
Red, having lost all control of his body, ran right for the creatures. He jumped off the peak, lunging toward the beasts… who vanished. Red continued to fall, unable to unsee the creatures that now tormented him.
“Welcome to your new home Red...” began Doomsday’s voice, “You are ours now.”
Red found himself, no longer falling, but back on the mountain’s peak. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He tried to leave the peak, but he could not. He was trapped on the mountain forever, and he could not leave. He was where his masters had put him, to live out the rest of eternity.
Many trainers came to face Red, all of which were vastly inferior to him… and yet they still beat him. It was that day, when the Johto boy beat him, that he truly knew what his punishment from the Pokégods was.
He was going to forever have to do the one thing that he had never done, nor wanted to do.
Lose.
…
He was destined to be the very best, now cursed to fail for all eternity.