CuriousHeartless
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This is my fourth fic, my second Pokemon fic, and my first Mystery Dungeon fic. As such, I am no professional fanfic writer or anything, but I hope to do my best and satisfy all my readers. This is rated T for fantasy violence, realistic violence later on, and anything else I might decide to bring in.
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Guild.
The pokemon world, a place of mystery filled with mystical creatures called pokemon. Some are civilized and live in one of many communities in the world, but many others are wild creatures who live in places called mystery dungeons. These mystery dungeons are strange places that are fueled by a wild magic that changes their layout and shapes. The wild magic also does many other things, including stealing items and money from those who faint in them, creating rescue and item requests from the wishes of those who are stuck within, and creating items out of nowhere.
To counteract the dangers of the mystery dungeons, brave pokemon have set up exploration guilds where pokemon can come together in exploration teams to answer the requests for items and rescues and to track down escaped convicts. One such guild, a guild in the small village of Treasure Town, run by a Wigglytuff named Bartleby, is where our story starts.
The tall guild building looked like a yellow tent with a fake top half of a Wigglytuff on top greeting anyone who came up to it. Three pokemon flouted out front. The smallest of them, at four feet, looked like a blue jellyfish with a small, round body that split into three fins. He also had two, oar like fins that acted like arms. A clear frill went around his miniscule neck, right below a large, bulbous head. A light, almost sky blue, patch was on top of his head with a small, crown shaped growth. His red eyes were closed and his arms were crossed over his chest.
“No, I won’t do it,” he complained to the other two figures. “I refuse to join the guild. I’ll get dirty, and messy, and I have to deal with others who are dirty and messy.”
“Yes you are, son,” The other pokemon on the left said. He looked like a large, blue jellyfish with three large tentacles instead of a body, and two arms that looked like larger versions of his sons. A large, puffy white growth around the bottom of his head that looked like a moustache on the front. He also had a crown-like growth on his head that was almost identical to the first pokemon’s, except larger. “And there is no talking your way out of this one.”
“But daaaad,” The smaller pokemon complained.
“Now behave, Drew,” The third pokemon said. She looked a lot like the other large pokemon, but was pink instead of blue. Her body looked more like a small, frilly dress instead of tentacles, and instead of the moustache like growth she had a large fluffy growth that looked like a beard in front and a puffy cloud in the back.
“Yes mommy,” Drew said, defeated. “But why do I have to?”
“Because, son, it will teach you to be a good pokemon and help you make friends,” his father said.
“Exactly,” his mom said. “Now be a good little Frillish and go in there to join a team.”
“Can’t you guys go in with me?” Drew asked.
His parents shared a quick look before his mother shook her head. “Sorry son. We can’t go in with you. But think of it this way, it’ll be your first step to independence.”
“I don’t want to be independent!” the Frillish complained.
“Son, I hate to do this.” A purple ball of energy appeared in his dad’s tentacle. “Shadow Ball.”
“What are you doing dad?” Drew opened his eyes to see what was going on just to be hit by the attack and knocked out.
“I am so sorry honey, but it has to be this way,” the mother Jellicent said. Both of Drew’s parents floated away a bit before using Psychic to place him on the detection grate sitting in front of the guild. Then, they wandered out of Treasure Town.
Underneath the grate, a shadow covered pokemon was watching the grate when a large shadow appeared on it. “What is that,” He said to himself in a loud, resonating voice. “Something big, kinda crown shaped. What could that be, I haven’t seen anything like that before. Wait!” The pokemon turned to face a tunnel connected to his current location. “Frillish, hurt!! Knocked out on the grate!”
“Frillish, hurt! Knocked out on the grate!” a triplet of voices repeated from farther down the tunnel.
“Oh my gosh!” A shrill voice said as the gate blocking the entrance into the guild lifted. A sunflower like pokemon with leaves for arms and a yellow sunflower head ran out of the door. “Someone call the doctor!”
“Calm down Sola,” a happy, upbeat pokemon said. He stepped out of the doorway and slowly walked up to Drew. He was three feet tall, with foot long ears. The pokemon was ovular with pink fur except for his white stomach and he had a pink tuft of fur on his forehead. “I’ve got this. Wake-Up Slap.” The pokemon slapped Drew a few times before Sola interrupted him.
“Uh, Guild master Bartleby. He was knocked out, not put to sleep. You’re not helping.”
“Oh, really? Sing!” Bartleby sang a quick tune, making Sola fall asleep. “Now, Wake-Up Slap.” He slapped the Frillish a few more times before stopping. “Hmm, I wonder why this isn’t working.”
“Bartleby, what are you doing this time?” Another pokemon came out of the building, this one looked like a multicolored parrot. His wings were blue, his body was green, and he had a yellow, bib like structure on his neck. His head looked like a black eight note with black eyes covered by pink eyelids and a pink beak while his neck was covered in a white, fluffy collar. As he walked up to the Wigglytuff, his metronome like tail waved back and forth. “Oh my god! A fainted Frillish! But why does he have red marks on his cheeks?” The bird looked around and spotted Sola. “And why is Sola sleeping?”
“Hey Sherman! Well this Frillish appeared on the grate and Bernie and Boomer sent out the news. Sola came out first and freaked out, so I came outside. I tried to use Wake-Up Slap to wake up Frillish, but then Sola told me that he was knocked out, not sleeping. So I tried to put him to sleep with my singing and then Wake-Up Slapped him again, but he didn’t wake up,” the Wigglytuff said quickly in one breath.
“Oh Bartleby. If you weren’t such a good friend I would have left this craziness behind years ago. Let me try, Uproar.” Sherman let out a loud sound, waking up Sola and making Bartleby cover his ears. “There. Sola, give me one of your Reviver Seeds.”
“How do you know I have a reviver seed?” the Sunflora asked.
“I just do. Just like how I know that Boomer is dating a Snorlax and that Donna has a secret stash of perfect apples,” the Chatot replied.
“Donna has perfect apples!” Bartleby’s ears perked up and he ran inside at speeds that could leave Superman to shame.
Sherman stared at his friend running inside for a second before turning back to Sola. “So then, give me one of your reviver seeds.”
“But it cost 800 Poke,” Sola complained. “Why not just have one of the doctors heal him?”
“Eight!” Sherman said sternly, staring at the grass-type.
“Uh, uh, eight! Helping all Pokemon in need is an explorer’s duty, indeed! Fine, here’s a reviver seed.” Sola dejectedly handed over a reviver seed that Sherman than put into Drew’s mouth.
“Whoa, where am I?” the ghost asked, slowly getting up.
“You are on the grounds of Wigglytuff Guild. May I ask why you are here?”
“Well, my parents brought me here to make me sign-up at the guild, but I didn’t want to. Then, out of nowhere I got knocked out by a Shadow Ball and then here I am. Is it too late to leave, or do I have to sign-up now?” Drew replied.
“Well, you could always walk, err, float away right now, but first may I ask you something? What is your name?” Sherman asked.
“Uhh, Drew. Drew Fitzgerald.” Drew replied.
“Fitzgerald. Sorry, but it is too late. You came this far, you can’t chicken out.” Sherman grabbed Drew by his tentacle and pulled him into the guild building into a small room with just a ladder leading underground.
“Wait, what?” the jellyfish ghost questioned the bird. “I thought you said I could just float away!”
“Well, I changed my mind. Here we are.” The bird stopped in front of a small megaphone set into a wall. “New recruits please come to the main guild room.” He said into the megaphone, a louder voice repeating it after him, going throughout the whole building.
“Y-y-yes?” A weak voice said from a bit away in the room. Drew turned to see a spiral shell sitting in the room.
“Did that shell just talk?” He asked Sherman.
“She’s just Spiral, an Omanyte new recruit. She’s very cowardly and only joined because her brother dragged her along. It may take a bit to get her out of her shell, literally and metaphorically.” A crash happened behind them, causing Drew and Sherman to turn around. There was a small, brown shell with two dimples in the back and two black dots on the front next to a broken vase. “Speaking of her brother. That is Helm, a Kabuto. I’m fairly certain he has ADD, good luck.”
“Wait, good luck? Why did you say that? And why are you introducing me to the pokemon?” Drew asked, confused.
“Well, this is your new team,” Sherman answered, walking off to Batleby’s office. “Again, good luck. Especially when you meet your leader.”
“Leader? What! Not only am I abandoned by my parents, but I’m stuck in an exploration team and I’m not even the leader. This is Tauros.” Drew’s complaining was cut off by a tentacle wrapping around his mouth.
“Please be quiet. Seriously, how did I get stuck with such a whiner?” Drew turned around to see the source of the voice. It was also jellyfish like, but more solid. It looked like a dark blue jellyfish with two tentacles, including the one wrapped around Drew’s mouth, and three red jewels in its head, two large ones on the sides of his head and one small one in his forehead. He took his tentacle off of Drew’s mouth. “Now then, who are you new recruit?”
“New recruit?! I shouldn’t be here. I’m Drew Fitzgerald! My family is rich! Ser-” He was cut off by the other pokemon putting his tentacle back around his mouth.
“Oh shut up. If you keep that up then I might have to hurt you. I’m Crue the Tentacool, and I’m son of the banker in town along with being the leader of Exploration Team Hydro.”
“Wait,” the Omanyte spoke up in a very timid voice. “You didn’t tell us you were the banker’s son before. And how could you be the son of a Dusknoir?”
“No, not that banker Spiral,” Crue turned towards the fossil pokemon, letting go of Drew. “There are two assistant bankers who work inside the bank. My dad’s one of them. And he makes so much money. It’s beautiful.”
“Hello!” Helm suddenly popped up behind Drew, scarring him and making him jump and bump his head on the ceiling of the room. When he came back down, Drew passed out from hitting the ceiling so hard.
At the same time, Sherman walked out of Guild master Bartleby’s office and saw Drew‘s accident. “Oy vey. Sola!”
“Get the doctor’s to help you! I’ve spent a lot of money on these seeds!” Sola yelled back.
“Hello!” Helm popped up behind Sherman, making him jump up and bump his head too.
“Oww! Doctor!” the bird called.
“Get Sola to help, I’m on break,” the doctor yelled back.
This is terrible. Drew thought to himself. Please don’t let any dirt have gotten on me.
To be continued.
Yeah, this is a fairly mediocre chapter but I couldn’t really get into easily. The next ones will be better. The idea of wild magic belongs to Ysavvryl and comes from her PM: Loopholes fic (Go, read it now.) but with slight edits (like it creating the job requests). In Loopholes, Wigglytuff’s name is also Bartleby, but I actually got the name from TVTropes not Loopholes, so just pointing out that I didn’t copy that from her. Please R+R!
Arc 1: Introductions
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Guild
Chapter 2: Introductions to the Guild, Part 1
Chapter 3: First Mission
Chapter 4: Introductions Part 2
Chapter 5: Babysitting
Chapter 6: Tales of Treasure Town
Chapter 7: Guardian Angel
Arc 2: Adventures Travel to the High Order
Chapter 8: Gems of Victory Road
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Guild
Chapter 2: Introductions to the Guild, Part 1
Chapter 3: First Mission
Chapter 4: Introductions Part 2
Chapter 5: Babysitting
Chapter 6: Tales of Treasure Town
Chapter 7: Guardian Angel
Arc 2: Adventures Travel to the High Order
Chapter 8: Gems of Victory Road
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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Guild.
The pokemon world, a place of mystery filled with mystical creatures called pokemon. Some are civilized and live in one of many communities in the world, but many others are wild creatures who live in places called mystery dungeons. These mystery dungeons are strange places that are fueled by a wild magic that changes their layout and shapes. The wild magic also does many other things, including stealing items and money from those who faint in them, creating rescue and item requests from the wishes of those who are stuck within, and creating items out of nowhere.
To counteract the dangers of the mystery dungeons, brave pokemon have set up exploration guilds where pokemon can come together in exploration teams to answer the requests for items and rescues and to track down escaped convicts. One such guild, a guild in the small village of Treasure Town, run by a Wigglytuff named Bartleby, is where our story starts.
The tall guild building looked like a yellow tent with a fake top half of a Wigglytuff on top greeting anyone who came up to it. Three pokemon flouted out front. The smallest of them, at four feet, looked like a blue jellyfish with a small, round body that split into three fins. He also had two, oar like fins that acted like arms. A clear frill went around his miniscule neck, right below a large, bulbous head. A light, almost sky blue, patch was on top of his head with a small, crown shaped growth. His red eyes were closed and his arms were crossed over his chest.
“No, I won’t do it,” he complained to the other two figures. “I refuse to join the guild. I’ll get dirty, and messy, and I have to deal with others who are dirty and messy.”
“Yes you are, son,” The other pokemon on the left said. He looked like a large, blue jellyfish with three large tentacles instead of a body, and two arms that looked like larger versions of his sons. A large, puffy white growth around the bottom of his head that looked like a moustache on the front. He also had a crown-like growth on his head that was almost identical to the first pokemon’s, except larger. “And there is no talking your way out of this one.”
“But daaaad,” The smaller pokemon complained.
“Now behave, Drew,” The third pokemon said. She looked a lot like the other large pokemon, but was pink instead of blue. Her body looked more like a small, frilly dress instead of tentacles, and instead of the moustache like growth she had a large fluffy growth that looked like a beard in front and a puffy cloud in the back.
“Yes mommy,” Drew said, defeated. “But why do I have to?”
“Because, son, it will teach you to be a good pokemon and help you make friends,” his father said.
“Exactly,” his mom said. “Now be a good little Frillish and go in there to join a team.”
“Can’t you guys go in with me?” Drew asked.
His parents shared a quick look before his mother shook her head. “Sorry son. We can’t go in with you. But think of it this way, it’ll be your first step to independence.”
“I don’t want to be independent!” the Frillish complained.
“Son, I hate to do this.” A purple ball of energy appeared in his dad’s tentacle. “Shadow Ball.”
“What are you doing dad?” Drew opened his eyes to see what was going on just to be hit by the attack and knocked out.
“I am so sorry honey, but it has to be this way,” the mother Jellicent said. Both of Drew’s parents floated away a bit before using Psychic to place him on the detection grate sitting in front of the guild. Then, they wandered out of Treasure Town.
Underneath the grate, a shadow covered pokemon was watching the grate when a large shadow appeared on it. “What is that,” He said to himself in a loud, resonating voice. “Something big, kinda crown shaped. What could that be, I haven’t seen anything like that before. Wait!” The pokemon turned to face a tunnel connected to his current location. “Frillish, hurt!! Knocked out on the grate!”
“Frillish, hurt! Knocked out on the grate!” a triplet of voices repeated from farther down the tunnel.
“Oh my gosh!” A shrill voice said as the gate blocking the entrance into the guild lifted. A sunflower like pokemon with leaves for arms and a yellow sunflower head ran out of the door. “Someone call the doctor!”
“Calm down Sola,” a happy, upbeat pokemon said. He stepped out of the doorway and slowly walked up to Drew. He was three feet tall, with foot long ears. The pokemon was ovular with pink fur except for his white stomach and he had a pink tuft of fur on his forehead. “I’ve got this. Wake-Up Slap.” The pokemon slapped Drew a few times before Sola interrupted him.
“Uh, Guild master Bartleby. He was knocked out, not put to sleep. You’re not helping.”
“Oh, really? Sing!” Bartleby sang a quick tune, making Sola fall asleep. “Now, Wake-Up Slap.” He slapped the Frillish a few more times before stopping. “Hmm, I wonder why this isn’t working.”
“Bartleby, what are you doing this time?” Another pokemon came out of the building, this one looked like a multicolored parrot. His wings were blue, his body was green, and he had a yellow, bib like structure on his neck. His head looked like a black eight note with black eyes covered by pink eyelids and a pink beak while his neck was covered in a white, fluffy collar. As he walked up to the Wigglytuff, his metronome like tail waved back and forth. “Oh my god! A fainted Frillish! But why does he have red marks on his cheeks?” The bird looked around and spotted Sola. “And why is Sola sleeping?”
“Hey Sherman! Well this Frillish appeared on the grate and Bernie and Boomer sent out the news. Sola came out first and freaked out, so I came outside. I tried to use Wake-Up Slap to wake up Frillish, but then Sola told me that he was knocked out, not sleeping. So I tried to put him to sleep with my singing and then Wake-Up Slapped him again, but he didn’t wake up,” the Wigglytuff said quickly in one breath.
“Oh Bartleby. If you weren’t such a good friend I would have left this craziness behind years ago. Let me try, Uproar.” Sherman let out a loud sound, waking up Sola and making Bartleby cover his ears. “There. Sola, give me one of your Reviver Seeds.”
“How do you know I have a reviver seed?” the Sunflora asked.
“I just do. Just like how I know that Boomer is dating a Snorlax and that Donna has a secret stash of perfect apples,” the Chatot replied.
“Donna has perfect apples!” Bartleby’s ears perked up and he ran inside at speeds that could leave Superman to shame.
Sherman stared at his friend running inside for a second before turning back to Sola. “So then, give me one of your reviver seeds.”
“But it cost 800 Poke,” Sola complained. “Why not just have one of the doctors heal him?”
“Eight!” Sherman said sternly, staring at the grass-type.
“Uh, uh, eight! Helping all Pokemon in need is an explorer’s duty, indeed! Fine, here’s a reviver seed.” Sola dejectedly handed over a reviver seed that Sherman than put into Drew’s mouth.
“Whoa, where am I?” the ghost asked, slowly getting up.
“You are on the grounds of Wigglytuff Guild. May I ask why you are here?”
“Well, my parents brought me here to make me sign-up at the guild, but I didn’t want to. Then, out of nowhere I got knocked out by a Shadow Ball and then here I am. Is it too late to leave, or do I have to sign-up now?” Drew replied.
“Well, you could always walk, err, float away right now, but first may I ask you something? What is your name?” Sherman asked.
“Uhh, Drew. Drew Fitzgerald.” Drew replied.
“Fitzgerald. Sorry, but it is too late. You came this far, you can’t chicken out.” Sherman grabbed Drew by his tentacle and pulled him into the guild building into a small room with just a ladder leading underground.
“Wait, what?” the jellyfish ghost questioned the bird. “I thought you said I could just float away!”
“Well, I changed my mind. Here we are.” The bird stopped in front of a small megaphone set into a wall. “New recruits please come to the main guild room.” He said into the megaphone, a louder voice repeating it after him, going throughout the whole building.
“Y-y-yes?” A weak voice said from a bit away in the room. Drew turned to see a spiral shell sitting in the room.
“Did that shell just talk?” He asked Sherman.
“She’s just Spiral, an Omanyte new recruit. She’s very cowardly and only joined because her brother dragged her along. It may take a bit to get her out of her shell, literally and metaphorically.” A crash happened behind them, causing Drew and Sherman to turn around. There was a small, brown shell with two dimples in the back and two black dots on the front next to a broken vase. “Speaking of her brother. That is Helm, a Kabuto. I’m fairly certain he has ADD, good luck.”
“Wait, good luck? Why did you say that? And why are you introducing me to the pokemon?” Drew asked, confused.
“Well, this is your new team,” Sherman answered, walking off to Batleby’s office. “Again, good luck. Especially when you meet your leader.”
“Leader? What! Not only am I abandoned by my parents, but I’m stuck in an exploration team and I’m not even the leader. This is Tauros.” Drew’s complaining was cut off by a tentacle wrapping around his mouth.
“Please be quiet. Seriously, how did I get stuck with such a whiner?” Drew turned around to see the source of the voice. It was also jellyfish like, but more solid. It looked like a dark blue jellyfish with two tentacles, including the one wrapped around Drew’s mouth, and three red jewels in its head, two large ones on the sides of his head and one small one in his forehead. He took his tentacle off of Drew’s mouth. “Now then, who are you new recruit?”
“New recruit?! I shouldn’t be here. I’m Drew Fitzgerald! My family is rich! Ser-” He was cut off by the other pokemon putting his tentacle back around his mouth.
“Oh shut up. If you keep that up then I might have to hurt you. I’m Crue the Tentacool, and I’m son of the banker in town along with being the leader of Exploration Team Hydro.”
“Wait,” the Omanyte spoke up in a very timid voice. “You didn’t tell us you were the banker’s son before. And how could you be the son of a Dusknoir?”
“No, not that banker Spiral,” Crue turned towards the fossil pokemon, letting go of Drew. “There are two assistant bankers who work inside the bank. My dad’s one of them. And he makes so much money. It’s beautiful.”
“Hello!” Helm suddenly popped up behind Drew, scarring him and making him jump and bump his head on the ceiling of the room. When he came back down, Drew passed out from hitting the ceiling so hard.
At the same time, Sherman walked out of Guild master Bartleby’s office and saw Drew‘s accident. “Oy vey. Sola!”
“Get the doctor’s to help you! I’ve spent a lot of money on these seeds!” Sola yelled back.
“Hello!” Helm popped up behind Sherman, making him jump up and bump his head too.
“Oww! Doctor!” the bird called.
“Get Sola to help, I’m on break,” the doctor yelled back.
This is terrible. Drew thought to himself. Please don’t let any dirt have gotten on me.
To be continued.
Yeah, this is a fairly mediocre chapter but I couldn’t really get into easily. The next ones will be better. The idea of wild magic belongs to Ysavvryl and comes from her PM: Loopholes fic (Go, read it now.) but with slight edits (like it creating the job requests). In Loopholes, Wigglytuff’s name is also Bartleby, but I actually got the name from TVTropes not Loopholes, so just pointing out that I didn’t copy that from her. Please R+R!
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