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This is a story I've been working on for months. I know PMD is no longer popular, but i just wanted everyone to see what I've been working really hard on. Here this is. It will take several days to post the whole thing. I hope you enjoy the tale of Pikachu and his friends. Here it is:
Dialogue by the Game(Mostly)
1
The Mystery
"They say there's a magic stone that leads to another world somewhere in this forest," said an older boy talking to his friends in front of the Viridian Forest. They made faces of absolute disapproval. They weren't really interested in his apparent fallacy. The last thing they cared for was gossip they regarded as stuff made up by asylum worthy prophets.
"The stone leads to another world known as the Mystery Dungeon Realm, where Pokémon live as normal people do and form rescue forces to help other Pokémon in peril. They say the world is in danger of crumbling due to natural disasters, and that powerful rescue teams everywhere are forming to counter them," continued the boy, hoping to draw more attention from his peers.
One of the boys he was talking to shook his head with disbelief. One of the things he hated was gossip, especially gossip that had been told over and over again. "I can't believe you actually take this junk to be real, dude. Pokémon can't talk and they certainly don't think for themselves."
"Yeah," said the third boy, "And even if they were true, I wouldn't care. We've got better things to do then be interested in 'magic stones' and 'Mystery Dungeon Realms', like battling and earning money." "Yeah," said the second boy. "C'mon, I want you to see my Mankey in action!" But the first boy just sighed, shook his head no, and walked on.
Nearby, a young boy had been listening to the older boy's story. He wore a yellow t-shirt and had blonde hair. He was equipped with the latest blue shorts and sneakers. The popular Youngsters always dressed like that, so he did it in order to be cool. He was interested in what he had just heard, and decided to learn more about this story.
He managed to catch the older boy's attention by yelling, "Wait!" The older boy abruptly turned around. "What? Come to mock me some more? If you have, do it quick. I've got places to go and people to see." The young one shook his head. "No, no. I just wanted to know about that story you were telling. About the Mystery Dungeon Realm. You know, where Pokémon talk and form rescue teams and other stuff?" But the older boy shook his head. "No, not anymore. I don't even know why I even believed in that place. No one believes me, and if I told you, you'd just laugh. Good bye." With that, he walked off toward Viridian City.
"Sheesh," said the boy. "I didn't mean for him to get all depressed. Maybe I can find more about this world from the townsfolk." So he trotted off to Viridian City. But unfortunately, the results from the townspeople were not very encouraging. "Bah! There goes another lad, blinded by fantasies and fairy tales! Do yourself a favor, boy, and forget you ever asked that question!" said the practical-believing butcher. "But I can't forget," said the boy. "It's my question, isn't it?"
"Don't be a smart aleck!" snapped the butcher, and he went back to cutting his meats. The boy sighed and tried the blacksmith. "Aye, 'tis a sad day for you kiddies, gettin' your sorry selves hypnotized by those older twits. Stick to the real world, son, and you'll get a very decent life, not to mention a fair job." The boy was even more discouraged than ever. So after he got about the same results from everyone in town, he decided to go for a walk in Viridian Forest.
"I was a fool to think that such a place existed," he said as he entered the forest. "I mean, how can you believe in something if you've never seen it or even found anyone else who believes in it? No, from now on, I'll believe in what I know exists. Yeah, that's right." And he kept on walking.
Viridian Forest was home to a bunch of Bug-type Pokémon, such as Caterpie and Weedle. It was also very dark, especially at night. He was glad he knew the way back, otherwise he would've gotten lost years ago. He decided to take his usual path around the two trees up the northern direction.
The boy noticed that today, the forest seemed different. It was unusually quiet. Too quiet. But Bug Pokemon weren't always out and about, so he regarded the change as unordinary, yet not life-changing. He kept on walking, and he was just getting to the two trees when something bright blinded him. Then, he felt his foot trip him. "Oof!"
As the boy brought himself back up, he caught a glimpse of what had blinded him. A shiny blue orb was glowing between two ferny bushes. Its brilliant light shone out into the darkest corners of the forest. The boy was awed by the brilliance and majesty of the precious jewel. Perhaps it might sell for a better price than the largest Nugget ever.
So, out of curiosity, he crept towards the stone. Raising a timid hand, he brought it forth and placed it on the stone. Nothing happened. He picked it up and gazed at it. He decided he would take it back to Viridian and get rich from it.
But just as he was starting off, he stopped. He looked at the stone. It was getting brighter and brighter. He had to squint his eyes so as not to be blinded. Then, he felt himself slipping from consciousness, and into a deep trance…
2
Journey into the Mystery Dungeon Realm
The boy yawned and stretched. He had certainly had a nice rest, though now, he felt strange. He couldn't explain why, but somehow he felt he was losing his memory. He didn't remember the legend he heard, and now he was forgetting he came here for a walk. But he did remember touching the strange rock between those bushes, and disappearing into its brilliant light.
Then he realized he was surrounded by a room full of colors of all different colors. They all kept changing and forming, making new colors as they mixed and turned. He was amazed at what was happening to him. He looked forward, but all he saw were the colors.
Then, he heard a voice emitting from somewhere. "Welcome!" it said. "This is the portal that leads to the world of Pokémon!" The boy gasped. He looked around, but he saw no one. "Who are you?" he said. "Where am I?" The voice responded, "I am the guardian of the gate leading to the Mystery Dungeon realm." "The Mystery Dungeon?" the boy said with disbelief. "It really exists?"
"Yes." said the voice. "Before I can let you in, I have to ask you a few questions. Answer them honestly, as they determine who you should be." The boy was confused, but he decided to comply. "Do you dream of lounging around idly without much excitement?" The boy thought hard. "Uhh," he said. "Not really, no. I kind of wish I had friends to play with." "Hmm. Good…It's the summer festival? Do you like carnivals?" "I love them!" the boy exclaimed. "Especially with the clowns, the food, the Ponyta rides, everything!"
"Your country's leader is in front of you. How do you speak to him or her?" The boy got a little tense. He took a deep breath, and said, "I guess calmly, if I have the courage." "Have you ever made a pitfall trap?" "No," said the boy. "I don't even know what those are." "The road forks to the left and right. You are told there is a treasure on the right side. What do you do?" The boy said, "Does it depend on the person?" "That's not a choice, unfortunately. You have to decide whether to go right, left, or either side."
"Either side," the boy finally said after a few moments." "You are suddenly locked inside a pitch-black room! What can you do?" "I'd clean it. It might use a little shine." "Are you late for school or meetings?" "No." "Are you a boy or a girl?" "A boy."
"Thank you," said the voice. "You appear to be the impish type. You're playful, cheerful, and you love pranks. You're also kindhearted. That's why the people around you find you so irresistible. You must be very popular. Oh? You're not that popular? You're either being modest, or you just don't notice it. I bet people are too shy to let their feelings be known. There's someone out there who's afraid to declare their love for you!" The boy was slightly embarrassed by that.
"A impish person like you should be…" There was a blank. Then the voice said, "This is the final step. What two Pokémon are you most interested in?" The boy thought hard, and before he could talk, there was another blank. "Okay, we're all set! Let's get you into the world of Pokémon! Go for it!" Before the boy could respond, he felt himself slipping unconscious again…
The boy wasn't awake, but in his dream, which was a shroud of darkness, he knew what he was saying. Where am I? he thought. Am I dreaming this? Then he paused. I feel a pleasant breeze…and I hear a voice from somewhere…I wonder who it is? Then he heard something. "Hey. Hey, wake up. Wake up already."
The boy felt himself come to. He found himself staring at a light blue sky decorated with clouds. Then he sat up and found that a Charmander was staring at him. "You're finally awake! Great!" the little Fire Pokémon said happily. The boy sat up. "Wh-where is this…?" he asked. "You passed out here." The stranger said. "But I'm glad you woke up! I'm Charmander. Glad to meet you!...So, who might you be? You're a new face around these parts."
The boy said, "I don't know how I can understand a Charmander, but I'm a human from the other world." There was a silence. Charmander was confused. "What? You say you're a human? But you look every way like a normal Pikachu to me." "What?" the boy said with amusement. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. There isn't any Pikachu around here."
"But you are a Pikachu," the Charmander said. The boy raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you've never seen a Pikachu before. Pikachus have long ears, red cheeks, and a yellow body. I really don't know how you..." But his confusion was short-lived as he saw his brand new zigzag tail sway behind him.
Then he gave a small cry. "PIka! Pika!" Then when he bent down his long black-tipped ears, he knew the results. "You're right!! I have turned into a Pikachu!" Then he pondered what he had just discovered. "But why? I don't remember anything about this…" he murmured.
There was an awkward silence. "Ahhh…you're kind of weird…" Charmander said. "Well, what's your name? What do you call yourself?" The former boy thought. "Well, I've never been named, so I guess you can call me Pikachu. Pleased to meet you, Charmander!"
Charmander smiled. "Personally, I think Pikachu's a funny name!" he said with a laugh. Pikachu, as he shall now be known, was about to say something, but right then they heard a voice. "Somebody! Please help me!!"
They turned in the direction of the sound. "Huh? I hear shouting over there," said Charmander. "Yeah, me too," said Pikachu. Just then, they saw a Butterfree fluttering towards them. A female one, to be exact.
Finally, she came to a stop in front of them both. "What's the matter?" Charmander said with concern. The Butterfree was petrified. "It's horrible!" she exclaimed. "My Caterpie fell into a cavern! My poor baby!" The two Pokémon gasped. "What?!" they cried.
Butterfree continued, "A huge fissure opened in the ground, and my Caterpie fell in! He's too young to crawl out by himself! But when I went to get my baby, Pokémon suddenly attacked me!" Pikachu was very surprised. "You were attacked? By other Pokémon?" "They must be enraged by the fissure…and out of control! That's what I think." said Butterfree. "I'm not strong enough to fend off those wild Pokémon…what will become of my baby? Oh, what am I to do? Oh, dear…"
Then she added, "Also, I need you to do something else. Earlier, another small Pokémon offered to go rescue my baby, but he hasn't returned. It was a Grass-type, I think." Pikachu and Charmander looked at each other.
"We can't just do nothing! Let's go help this kid, and that lost Pokémon!" Charmander declared bravely. "O-Okay..." said Pikachu with reluctance, and they started off to where the accident had occured, which was the Tiny Woods...
More comes later...
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon
The Story of Rescue Team PokePals
An Original Story by jb0000612The Story of Rescue Team PokePals
Dialogue by the Game(Mostly)
1
The Mystery
"They say there's a magic stone that leads to another world somewhere in this forest," said an older boy talking to his friends in front of the Viridian Forest. They made faces of absolute disapproval. They weren't really interested in his apparent fallacy. The last thing they cared for was gossip they regarded as stuff made up by asylum worthy prophets.
"The stone leads to another world known as the Mystery Dungeon Realm, where Pokémon live as normal people do and form rescue forces to help other Pokémon in peril. They say the world is in danger of crumbling due to natural disasters, and that powerful rescue teams everywhere are forming to counter them," continued the boy, hoping to draw more attention from his peers.
One of the boys he was talking to shook his head with disbelief. One of the things he hated was gossip, especially gossip that had been told over and over again. "I can't believe you actually take this junk to be real, dude. Pokémon can't talk and they certainly don't think for themselves."
"Yeah," said the third boy, "And even if they were true, I wouldn't care. We've got better things to do then be interested in 'magic stones' and 'Mystery Dungeon Realms', like battling and earning money." "Yeah," said the second boy. "C'mon, I want you to see my Mankey in action!" But the first boy just sighed, shook his head no, and walked on.
Nearby, a young boy had been listening to the older boy's story. He wore a yellow t-shirt and had blonde hair. He was equipped with the latest blue shorts and sneakers. The popular Youngsters always dressed like that, so he did it in order to be cool. He was interested in what he had just heard, and decided to learn more about this story.
He managed to catch the older boy's attention by yelling, "Wait!" The older boy abruptly turned around. "What? Come to mock me some more? If you have, do it quick. I've got places to go and people to see." The young one shook his head. "No, no. I just wanted to know about that story you were telling. About the Mystery Dungeon Realm. You know, where Pokémon talk and form rescue teams and other stuff?" But the older boy shook his head. "No, not anymore. I don't even know why I even believed in that place. No one believes me, and if I told you, you'd just laugh. Good bye." With that, he walked off toward Viridian City.
"Sheesh," said the boy. "I didn't mean for him to get all depressed. Maybe I can find more about this world from the townsfolk." So he trotted off to Viridian City. But unfortunately, the results from the townspeople were not very encouraging. "Bah! There goes another lad, blinded by fantasies and fairy tales! Do yourself a favor, boy, and forget you ever asked that question!" said the practical-believing butcher. "But I can't forget," said the boy. "It's my question, isn't it?"
"Don't be a smart aleck!" snapped the butcher, and he went back to cutting his meats. The boy sighed and tried the blacksmith. "Aye, 'tis a sad day for you kiddies, gettin' your sorry selves hypnotized by those older twits. Stick to the real world, son, and you'll get a very decent life, not to mention a fair job." The boy was even more discouraged than ever. So after he got about the same results from everyone in town, he decided to go for a walk in Viridian Forest.
"I was a fool to think that such a place existed," he said as he entered the forest. "I mean, how can you believe in something if you've never seen it or even found anyone else who believes in it? No, from now on, I'll believe in what I know exists. Yeah, that's right." And he kept on walking.
Viridian Forest was home to a bunch of Bug-type Pokémon, such as Caterpie and Weedle. It was also very dark, especially at night. He was glad he knew the way back, otherwise he would've gotten lost years ago. He decided to take his usual path around the two trees up the northern direction.
The boy noticed that today, the forest seemed different. It was unusually quiet. Too quiet. But Bug Pokemon weren't always out and about, so he regarded the change as unordinary, yet not life-changing. He kept on walking, and he was just getting to the two trees when something bright blinded him. Then, he felt his foot trip him. "Oof!"
As the boy brought himself back up, he caught a glimpse of what had blinded him. A shiny blue orb was glowing between two ferny bushes. Its brilliant light shone out into the darkest corners of the forest. The boy was awed by the brilliance and majesty of the precious jewel. Perhaps it might sell for a better price than the largest Nugget ever.
So, out of curiosity, he crept towards the stone. Raising a timid hand, he brought it forth and placed it on the stone. Nothing happened. He picked it up and gazed at it. He decided he would take it back to Viridian and get rich from it.
But just as he was starting off, he stopped. He looked at the stone. It was getting brighter and brighter. He had to squint his eyes so as not to be blinded. Then, he felt himself slipping from consciousness, and into a deep trance…
2
Journey into the Mystery Dungeon Realm
The boy yawned and stretched. He had certainly had a nice rest, though now, he felt strange. He couldn't explain why, but somehow he felt he was losing his memory. He didn't remember the legend he heard, and now he was forgetting he came here for a walk. But he did remember touching the strange rock between those bushes, and disappearing into its brilliant light.
Then he realized he was surrounded by a room full of colors of all different colors. They all kept changing and forming, making new colors as they mixed and turned. He was amazed at what was happening to him. He looked forward, but all he saw were the colors.
Then, he heard a voice emitting from somewhere. "Welcome!" it said. "This is the portal that leads to the world of Pokémon!" The boy gasped. He looked around, but he saw no one. "Who are you?" he said. "Where am I?" The voice responded, "I am the guardian of the gate leading to the Mystery Dungeon realm." "The Mystery Dungeon?" the boy said with disbelief. "It really exists?"
"Yes." said the voice. "Before I can let you in, I have to ask you a few questions. Answer them honestly, as they determine who you should be." The boy was confused, but he decided to comply. "Do you dream of lounging around idly without much excitement?" The boy thought hard. "Uhh," he said. "Not really, no. I kind of wish I had friends to play with." "Hmm. Good…It's the summer festival? Do you like carnivals?" "I love them!" the boy exclaimed. "Especially with the clowns, the food, the Ponyta rides, everything!"
"Your country's leader is in front of you. How do you speak to him or her?" The boy got a little tense. He took a deep breath, and said, "I guess calmly, if I have the courage." "Have you ever made a pitfall trap?" "No," said the boy. "I don't even know what those are." "The road forks to the left and right. You are told there is a treasure on the right side. What do you do?" The boy said, "Does it depend on the person?" "That's not a choice, unfortunately. You have to decide whether to go right, left, or either side."
"Either side," the boy finally said after a few moments." "You are suddenly locked inside a pitch-black room! What can you do?" "I'd clean it. It might use a little shine." "Are you late for school or meetings?" "No." "Are you a boy or a girl?" "A boy."
"Thank you," said the voice. "You appear to be the impish type. You're playful, cheerful, and you love pranks. You're also kindhearted. That's why the people around you find you so irresistible. You must be very popular. Oh? You're not that popular? You're either being modest, or you just don't notice it. I bet people are too shy to let their feelings be known. There's someone out there who's afraid to declare their love for you!" The boy was slightly embarrassed by that.
"A impish person like you should be…" There was a blank. Then the voice said, "This is the final step. What two Pokémon are you most interested in?" The boy thought hard, and before he could talk, there was another blank. "Okay, we're all set! Let's get you into the world of Pokémon! Go for it!" Before the boy could respond, he felt himself slipping unconscious again…
The boy wasn't awake, but in his dream, which was a shroud of darkness, he knew what he was saying. Where am I? he thought. Am I dreaming this? Then he paused. I feel a pleasant breeze…and I hear a voice from somewhere…I wonder who it is? Then he heard something. "Hey. Hey, wake up. Wake up already."
The boy felt himself come to. He found himself staring at a light blue sky decorated with clouds. Then he sat up and found that a Charmander was staring at him. "You're finally awake! Great!" the little Fire Pokémon said happily. The boy sat up. "Wh-where is this…?" he asked. "You passed out here." The stranger said. "But I'm glad you woke up! I'm Charmander. Glad to meet you!...So, who might you be? You're a new face around these parts."
The boy said, "I don't know how I can understand a Charmander, but I'm a human from the other world." There was a silence. Charmander was confused. "What? You say you're a human? But you look every way like a normal Pikachu to me." "What?" the boy said with amusement. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. There isn't any Pikachu around here."
"But you are a Pikachu," the Charmander said. The boy raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you've never seen a Pikachu before. Pikachus have long ears, red cheeks, and a yellow body. I really don't know how you..." But his confusion was short-lived as he saw his brand new zigzag tail sway behind him.
Then he gave a small cry. "PIka! Pika!" Then when he bent down his long black-tipped ears, he knew the results. "You're right!! I have turned into a Pikachu!" Then he pondered what he had just discovered. "But why? I don't remember anything about this…" he murmured.
There was an awkward silence. "Ahhh…you're kind of weird…" Charmander said. "Well, what's your name? What do you call yourself?" The former boy thought. "Well, I've never been named, so I guess you can call me Pikachu. Pleased to meet you, Charmander!"
Charmander smiled. "Personally, I think Pikachu's a funny name!" he said with a laugh. Pikachu, as he shall now be known, was about to say something, but right then they heard a voice. "Somebody! Please help me!!"
They turned in the direction of the sound. "Huh? I hear shouting over there," said Charmander. "Yeah, me too," said Pikachu. Just then, they saw a Butterfree fluttering towards them. A female one, to be exact.
Finally, she came to a stop in front of them both. "What's the matter?" Charmander said with concern. The Butterfree was petrified. "It's horrible!" she exclaimed. "My Caterpie fell into a cavern! My poor baby!" The two Pokémon gasped. "What?!" they cried.
Butterfree continued, "A huge fissure opened in the ground, and my Caterpie fell in! He's too young to crawl out by himself! But when I went to get my baby, Pokémon suddenly attacked me!" Pikachu was very surprised. "You were attacked? By other Pokémon?" "They must be enraged by the fissure…and out of control! That's what I think." said Butterfree. "I'm not strong enough to fend off those wild Pokémon…what will become of my baby? Oh, what am I to do? Oh, dear…"
Then she added, "Also, I need you to do something else. Earlier, another small Pokémon offered to go rescue my baby, but he hasn't returned. It was a Grass-type, I think." Pikachu and Charmander looked at each other.
"We can't just do nothing! Let's go help this kid, and that lost Pokémon!" Charmander declared bravely. "O-Okay..." said Pikachu with reluctance, and they started off to where the accident had occured, which was the Tiny Woods...
More comes later...
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