Pokemon : An Unexpected Journey

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[Author Note: Yo, everyone, I guess if it wasn't obvious enough, my upload schedule has gone down the drain ever since test series have started irl. This wonky schedule is gone to last until the end of this month so endure and we'll get to our daily upload in September. Also any and all theists in the audience, please pray for my success in my exams, they are really important for me and for our beloved atheists, well, maybe send a strongly-worded letter to the universe on my behalf?]

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[ Vermillion City ]

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over Vermilion City. A gentle sea breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the sandy shores, carrying with it the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the beach. The laughter of children filled the air as they built sandcastles, while parents and grandparents lounged on striped beach chairs and under bright umbrellas, their fingers curled around dog-eared paperbacks and refreshing tropical drinks. The salty tang of the ocean mingled with the scent of sunscreen and the mouthwatering aroma of grilled seafood drifting from nearby food trucks and stalls.

Wingulls soared overhead, their raucous calls joining the symphony of seaside sounds. As they dipped and dove, occasionally snatching morsels of food from unsuspecting sunbathers, their laughter and shrieks became a part of the cacophony that was a perfect beach day in Vermilion City.

By the shoreline stood young Timmy, who looked no older than six but spoke like he'd seen all six seasons of "Snark Masters" - twice. His red swim trunks, with water Pokémon who appeared slightly embarrassed by their portrayal, flapped in the wind. Timmy played with a neon green ball, occasionally throwing sassy side-eye glances at his distracted parents.

A carefree smile played on his lips as he tossed the ball in the air and caught it again, lost in the simple joy of the moment.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened in terror as he saw something in the water, something enormous and unimaginable. His heart raced in his chest as the ball slipped from his grasp, bouncing and rolling away, forgotten. He took a shaky step back, his voice barely a whisper as he called out, "Mom? Dad?"

The murmurs of confusion began to ripple through the crowd as people noticed the disturbance in the water. Some pointed, their words uncertain and hesitant, while others squinted at the horizon, as though trying to discern what could be causing such a commotion. The previously cheerful atmosphere was quickly replaced by a palpable tension that clung to the air like a thick fog.

As if responding to an invisible signal, a monstrous Steelix burst forth from the depths, its gargantuan body casting a shadow over the entire city. The sunlight glinted off its steel-gray skin, and its serpentine body writhed and coiled like a living nightmare. Panic ensued as people scrambled for cover, screams and cries for help filling the air.

High above, a Team Rocket helicopter hovered, its black and red emblem a stark contrast to the clear blue sky. Inside, Sird, a cold and calculating woman, peered down at the chaos below. Her eyes, devoid of any warmth or compassion, gleamed with an unsettling excitement. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her black uniform, adorned with the Team Rocket logo, was crisp and impeccably tailored. She held a Mega Stone in her gloved hand, activating it with a cruel smile.

As the massive Steelix underwent its transformation, the crowd below watched in horror as the beast grew larger and more menacing. Sird's voice rang out through a megaphone, chillingly calm and dripping with malice: "Behold, the power of Project World Serpent! Hyper Beam!"

Project World Serpent was a diabolical creation of Team Rocket, born of a twisted desire for power and control. Thousands of Steelix had been captured and subjected to a cruel process that magnetized their core bodies. These cores were then forcibly fused to create a single, monstrous entity, an abomination of power and size. The once-majestic creatures had been reduced to a nightmarish weapon, their individuality and spirit stripped away in the pursuit of destruction.

As the Mega Steelix's gaping maw began to glow, the people of Vermilion City looked on in horror, witnessing what seemed like a second sun forming in the beast's mouth. The air crackled with anticipation, and the energy within the Steelix's throat built to an unbearable crescendo. The sound of the gathering power was like a thousand storms converging, drowning out the screams and pleas of the terrified citizens.

A father, shielding his daughter with his body, stared defiantly at the monstrous creature as he shouted, "We won't let you destroy our home!"

His voice was almost lost in the chaos, but it sparked a flicker of hope in those who heard him. As the crowd watched the behemoth before them, they held on to their loved ones, praying for a miracle.

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[ Viridian City ]

The serene atmosphere of Viridian City embraced its inhabitants like a warm blanket on a cool day. Dappled sunlight filtered through the lush canopy of trees, casting a mosaic of shadows on the well-trodden paths below. The gentle hum of conversation and the laughter of children playing in the nearby park formed a soothing soundtrack to the idyllic scene.

This tranquility was suddenly shattered as the air became thick with the menacing buzz of Beedrills. The once-peaceful city was engulfed in fear as the swarm of vicious, yellow-and-black-striped Pokémon filled the sky. The people of Viridian City, their faces contorted with terror, scrambled for the safety of their homes, slamming doors and windows shut in a desperate attempt to escape the imminent danger.

Perched atop the Viridian City Gym, gym leader Blue Oak quipped, "Huh, I guess we missed the memo about the world's angriest flash mob." His brown hair played in the wind as if they were in a shampoo commercial, his sarcastic smirk so pronounced it practically needed its own zip code.

All eyes (except Blue's) were on the behemoth of a Queen Beedrill in the sky. She was... unusual, and not just because of her exaggerated size. She looked like a Pokémon fused with rejected parts from a sci-fi garage sale. "Looks like someone's overcompensating," Blue mused.

"Gee," Blue continued, gazing at the mechanical augmentations on the Queen Beedrill, "You think she's a hybrid? Runs on both honey and gas?"

Blue's eyes narrowed as he observed the monstrous queen, her size and power amplified by the sinister machinery that had been grafted onto her body. Her wings buzzed with a ferocity that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it, and her stinger glinted menacingly in the sunlight, a deadly weapon poised to strike. It was clear that this unnatural fusion of Pokémon and technology was the work of a malevolent force, one with a dark and twisted vision for the world.

The gym leader's jaw tightened as he considered the implications of this terrifying development. He knew that the people of Viridian City were counting on him to protect them from this threat, and he was determined not to let them down. Blue reached for a Poké Ball at his belt, his grip steady and resolute.

He looked at the Poké Ball and said, "Ready to give them a buzzkill?" The irony wasn't lost on him. After all, in the chaos of life, sometimes all you can do is laugh—or make really bad jokes.

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

Although Hitmontop can stand on and even walk with their legs, it is as painful and disorienting as a human standing on their head. Yet standing on their head for a Hitmontop is not much better; they can only balance on their head while standing still for about a minute, and must rely on the centrifugal force generated by their spinning kicks to stay upright. Because of this, most Hitmontop continue spinning until they fall over, and it is this trait which has led small spinning toys to be called "tops".

Their lack of mobility and restricted field of vision makes them poor athletes in all sports save perhaps for pokemon battles, where their spinning kicks allow them to block many an attack; indeed, it is common for their heads to drill into the ground while they spin in place. (They are, however, quite overrated in fighting video games, where their spin-kicks require little more than button mashing to perform effectively.) Where they are useful, however, is in training. If one tosses a ball to a Hitmontop, they can kick it with a mighty force at virtually any angle, a fact which has seen them pressed into service to train goaltenders in Goal Roll. To many goaltenders, this training is more difficult than a match itself.

A couple enterprising coaches have gone so far as to use Hitmontop, despite their lack of mobility, as players, making them stand near the front and receive passes in order to take advantage of their excellent shots. This strategy has been generally dismissed as a failure, for Hitmontop who try to stay in place and wait for a pass get as dizzy as humans who try to spin like Hitmontop