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If you haven't noticed the parenthesis next to the thread title, this fic is rated R, for the following reasons:
Mostly, it's going to be messed up, and I'm probably going to get alot of people praising it merely out of its shock factor.
Anyways, this is a rewrite of a fic that made me very popular at the Bulbagarden Forums. I wish I could upload the original thread, but BMGf is down at the moment for a very huge revamp, and I've been banned from there for quite some time (a permaban).
Here's the link to the (poorly formatted) FF.net form: Link
I'm making this much better than that, but the events of Cynthia's journey are still key to the fic, especially explaining how Cynthia got all those rare, perfectly IV and EV trained Pokemon, a feat only accomplished by Joey and his Ratatta, as of HGSS.
Also, there are parts of the fic that take concepts from Champion Game by dragon user x, and Lull by Breezy.
And there are a few Fakemon in this, such as Miccrow and Flis, which are pretty much teeny-tiny, uncatchable Pokes.
Without further ado, here is the actual piece of writing:
Sevii Ocean, somewhere near Unova. July 12, 2010. 9:35 AM.
A gentle sea breeze blew a giggling Hoppip across the tropical warm sea as they spied into the ocean, looking at titanic schools of Micrrow that swarmed the light turquoise depths of the sea. The creatures themselves were no more than a thirty-fourth-inch long, and looked like tiny fish with proboscis and teeny legs, and swarmed by the trillions before a couple of Wailords and their Wailmer children appeared from the depths, devouring them and making them scatter.
Hoppip lolled about in the air, fully entranced by the site of the scattering Micrrow shining beneath the waves, with the sun reflecting off their bodies, when a Wailord’s discharge of water shot high into the air and smacked the little flying ragweed into a rather rough thermal, which tossed its body about, smacking it into a pack of Altaria and Swablu who were posing as clouds to catch their prey. The birds, sensing that food was near, snatched up Hoppip.
The ragweed screamed in horror as the blue dragon looked upon its prey. The Altaria, disappointed in its catch, alerted his pack with a sharp warble, and dropped Hoppip, not without accidentally tearing the floating ragweed’s wing with one of its claws. Now unable to fly correctly, the Hoppip was left to fall to its death as the harsh winds sent it quickly to an unknown destination.
The little ragweed tried to glide with its other wing, but that failed, and the leaf buckled and slapped it in the face, blinding it. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Hoppip screamed as it spun through the rough air, descending quickly to whatever it might hit. Within a few seconds of horror, the creature hit the ground. With a harsh splash, Hoppip landed in a small pond of clear water, the force of impact enough to force its wings off its body.
“Squeh?” Hoppip squeaked, realizing it was alive. It took the Pokemon a few minutes to fully come to, and when it did, it weakly padded out of the water, climbing onto a few concrete steps, and onto a plastic chair. Sighing, the wounded creature fell asleep.
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10:00 AM, Bamboo Orchid Island, somewhere in the Sevii Ocean.
Roserade walked out of the sliding glass door, and out to the inground pool. She soaked up the hot sun, and smiled warmly at it, strolling towards a plastic lounging chair, which she sat on. “SKIII!!” The chair screamed, startling Roserade, who jumped to her feet and looked at what she sat on. The half-dead Hoppip stared at Roserade, with a sleepy expression in its eyes. Roserade smiled pleasantly and sprinkled some sweet powder onto the Hoppip, who breathed it in soundly.
Of course, then the little creature realized it couldn’t breathe out. Hoppip had been paralyzed. Now, the horrified little Pokemon could only watch in horror as the Roserade began dissecting its now useless body with her claws.
After he was torn apart, Hoppip, who was now barely alive, was dragged inside the house by one of his entrails, which was bleeding green chlorophyll. The room was dark, for the windows had been covered by the shades, and an evil presence could be felt. Roserade picked up the nearly disemboweled ragweed, who now had nearly no skin on his body, and threw it into the air like a sling. From out of the darkness, Hoppip was snatched up in a pair of sharp-toothed jaws, killing it quickly before the beast swallowed it whole. With a roar, it shot a pillar of fire in the air, revealing its bipedal form and fin-like hands, dimly illuminated in orange light, standing out in the blackness.
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Meanwhile, in a bedroom in same house.
Inside the dark house, a tropical breeze broke through a window that was not properly blinded, and the wind blew through a woman’s long, flowing blond hair. Her face was a grim, tight frown, which was unfitting on her tall face.
She was kneeling, watching a little boy sleep. Her eyes, a bleak grey, examined his form, which she had unclothed during the middle of the night. The bed sheets, a black, voluminous mass on the already gigantic bed, had been parted away from his little body.
In the shadow of the slight sunbeams, the woman decided to get a closer look at the child, who began to turn a little as she did, making a slight moan in his sleep. Silently, she slid her fingers through the child’s messy and uncombed hair, a few shades lighter than her own, smiling slightly; however, her steely expression, did not.
After an hour or so of petting the little boy’s hair, she put her hand down on the bedding next to the little boy’s body, accidentally placing it on a small stain from the night before. However, she didn’t mind. She was too enthralled in staring at the little boy’s body.
Six hours later, another breeze came through the window, and the child’s eyes, a strange shade of brown, opened up.
“Miss Cynthia…. Emm… what are you doing?” He asked, noting that Cynthia had been standing over him, her face grimly beautiful. Another breeze rolled in, and he noticed he was not wearing any underpants, obviously remembering falling asleep with them on.
The woman didn’t change her expression or stance, but instead looked into the little boy’s eyes, her grim look freezing him into place, “I was just… watching you, Barry, my dearest. You look so precious when you sleep,” She said calmly, her voice smooth and cold, almost seeming to echo in the dark, empty room, “And you were such a good boy last night, so very cooperative. Your little friend, Dawn, always fights me a little when we have our time together; I don‘t think she enjoys it as much as you do.”
Barry blushed, and looked away a little, he felt awkward whenever Cynthia brought up what she called ‘special time’, or ‘time together’. He didn’t know why, but as much as he didn’t like to think of the odd feelings he always felt on those nights, he couldn’t help but love them.
Getting off the bed to get something out of his suitcase, which he had brought for the flight over, Barry did not notice that Cynthia’s eyes began to change colors in surreal ways, with green spirals forming in her now purple sclera. As he sat down, and pulled his underwear onto him, not turning around to witness the glorious sight of Cynthia’s hair beginning to spin and ominously change color as well.
Still blissfully unaware of what was happening behind him, he picked up a small phone, a PokeGear, and dialed a number. His movements became a little more erratic, and whatever calmness he reserved for his visits with the beautiful woman went away.
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Twinleaf Town, Sinnoh. That same time.
A cold wind, crisp and snowy, rippled across the sky on what was yet another perpetually wintry day in Twinleaf, a tiny lakeside cul-de-sac with a population of ten.
“Ding-ding! Ding-ding!” Came the familiar ring of Dawn’s phone from her pocket.
The 13-year-old girl, who was sitting outside on the flowery grass with her mother, picked up the phone and stuck it to her ear, bringing onto her the irritating sound of Barry’s voice.
“Oh, h-, h-, hai Dawn. How’re ya doin’?” Barry jittered out awkwardly.
“Well. I think you’d know. We live 20 feet away from each other anyways.” Dawn muttered, slightly annoyed. Ever since winning the title of Champion, she had lost all patience with Barry’s inability to pay attention for more than ten seconds, unless in the presence of a very attractive female; Dawn sadly being the only one who did not get this special treatment from him.
“Oh, heheh, alrighty then, I’m at Cynthia’s house, just woke up,” Barry spat out quickly, with many quick pauses in between some words, quite obviously mentioning Dawn and Barry’s monthly visits to Bamboo Orchid Island.
“Did you-” Dawn whispered, a little more peeved now at the thought of the jumpy idiot who had bugged her most of her life, with her Cynthia.
“Uhuhh… Heeheheh… Yeah, she bzchzhzhzhzhzhvhzhzhzchzchz…” Barry chortled out as the phone line seemed to short circuit and go to static before a click silenced the call altogether.
Dawn’s mother looked across, slightly intrigued by the frustration in her child’s voice. The preteen gave a vague, “It was nothing, mom,” and went on listening to static.
“Communication errors. Eh.” Dawn said as she bumped the phone against her fist a few times, trying to make it work while her mother was looking her general direction, causing her to feel slightly anxious, if not embarrassed. Noise began to come out the phone again after a while. “Hello?” She inquired, expecting Barry’s annoying voice. However, what came next was completely different.
“HELLO DAWN” came Cynthia’s voice, barely as calm as usual, but instead a whirl of many other voices echoing upon each other, with a much louder one sounding vaguely like the Champion’s.
“Mi.. Miss Cynthia?” Dawn mumbled, a little afraid of what she heard, “What’s wrong?”
“NOTHING DEAREST” Came the voice of ‘Cynthia’, “I’M PERFECTLY FINE.”
“You don’t sound it.” Dawn said. It was no use, however. The line was dead.
Dawn’s mother caught a look of Dawn’s worried face, and faced her. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” She cooed.
“Something’s wrong with Miss Cynthia,” Dawn said, worried a little, “I’m gonna go to her house and see what’s wrong.”
The girl took a round, red-and-white sphere from her belt and threw it to the ground, flashing and then revealing the form of her Pidgeot, which she had trained for a few battles at the Battle Frontier a few months ago. With a few whitstles, she commanded it to allow her on her back and fly.
The bird reluctantly let her go on, and bucked her off a few times. However, Dawn pardoned her mother's worried gasps and 'are you alright dear?'s. It had happened many times when she first trained her prized Staravia to fly her places, along with her Altaria, so she was quite used to it. With an angered look on its face, the bird finally took off at its species infamous supersonic speeds.
Dawn’s mother sat in the grass and looked up at her daughter, riding the bird, flying away into the sunny sky. ‘I wonder why that woman’s so important to Dawn.’ She queried obliviously to herself as she stared into the light-blue sky and the fluffy clouds that hung in its vast cold space.
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Bamboo Orchid Island. After Barry’s last transmission.
Cynthia, her body twisted into an awkward position that had probably broken many of her bones, took her hand off Barry’s mouth, letting him slump to the ground and impulsively cough out a little black smoke. However, he was not dead, but instead in some sort of trance, and breathing at an unnaturally fast pace.
Her face fully turned into what looked like a swirling mass of hair, similar to a galaxy of some sort, shining platinum-blonde but shaded a slight dark purple, with green orbs swirling in it that so resembled her strange, surreal eyes and mouth, the woman stood up to full height, caressing the large, dangling pendant between her breasts, which now had a strange design, two dots and a few stripes, glowing upon it.
The Champion was no longer human, but something else entirely.
R&R, please! Due to, shall we say, complications, updates will be... few and far inbetween at best.
Oh, and The_Noob is my universal pen name for fanfiction writing.
Table of Contents:
Prolouge (above)
Chapter I (Link)
- Lime pedophilia
- Demonic possession
- Violence and some swearing
- The fic often goes emo and mopes over the detrimental effects of having emotions, and vice versa, via the thoughts of Cyrus, Mesprit, Giratina, and Cynthia's actions
Mostly, it's going to be messed up, and I'm probably going to get alot of people praising it merely out of its shock factor.
Anyways, this is a rewrite of a fic that made me very popular at the Bulbagarden Forums. I wish I could upload the original thread, but BMGf is down at the moment for a very huge revamp, and I've been banned from there for quite some time (a permaban).
Here's the link to the (poorly formatted) FF.net form: Link
I'm making this much better than that, but the events of Cynthia's journey are still key to the fic, especially explaining how Cynthia got all those rare, perfectly IV and EV trained Pokemon, a feat only accomplished by Joey and his Ratatta, as of HGSS.
Also, there are parts of the fic that take concepts from Champion Game by dragon user x, and Lull by Breezy.
And there are a few Fakemon in this, such as Miccrow and Flis, which are pretty much teeny-tiny, uncatchable Pokes.
Without further ado, here is the actual piece of writing:
TARNISHED GOLD:
THE STORY OF CYNTHIA
By
The_Noob
PROLOGUE
THE STORY OF CYNTHIA
By
The_Noob
PROLOGUE
Sevii Ocean, somewhere near Unova. July 12, 2010. 9:35 AM.
A gentle sea breeze blew a giggling Hoppip across the tropical warm sea as they spied into the ocean, looking at titanic schools of Micrrow that swarmed the light turquoise depths of the sea. The creatures themselves were no more than a thirty-fourth-inch long, and looked like tiny fish with proboscis and teeny legs, and swarmed by the trillions before a couple of Wailords and their Wailmer children appeared from the depths, devouring them and making them scatter.
Hoppip lolled about in the air, fully entranced by the site of the scattering Micrrow shining beneath the waves, with the sun reflecting off their bodies, when a Wailord’s discharge of water shot high into the air and smacked the little flying ragweed into a rather rough thermal, which tossed its body about, smacking it into a pack of Altaria and Swablu who were posing as clouds to catch their prey. The birds, sensing that food was near, snatched up Hoppip.
The ragweed screamed in horror as the blue dragon looked upon its prey. The Altaria, disappointed in its catch, alerted his pack with a sharp warble, and dropped Hoppip, not without accidentally tearing the floating ragweed’s wing with one of its claws. Now unable to fly correctly, the Hoppip was left to fall to its death as the harsh winds sent it quickly to an unknown destination.
The little ragweed tried to glide with its other wing, but that failed, and the leaf buckled and slapped it in the face, blinding it. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Hoppip screamed as it spun through the rough air, descending quickly to whatever it might hit. Within a few seconds of horror, the creature hit the ground. With a harsh splash, Hoppip landed in a small pond of clear water, the force of impact enough to force its wings off its body.
“Squeh?” Hoppip squeaked, realizing it was alive. It took the Pokemon a few minutes to fully come to, and when it did, it weakly padded out of the water, climbing onto a few concrete steps, and onto a plastic chair. Sighing, the wounded creature fell asleep.
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10:00 AM, Bamboo Orchid Island, somewhere in the Sevii Ocean.
Roserade walked out of the sliding glass door, and out to the inground pool. She soaked up the hot sun, and smiled warmly at it, strolling towards a plastic lounging chair, which she sat on. “SKIII!!” The chair screamed, startling Roserade, who jumped to her feet and looked at what she sat on. The half-dead Hoppip stared at Roserade, with a sleepy expression in its eyes. Roserade smiled pleasantly and sprinkled some sweet powder onto the Hoppip, who breathed it in soundly.
Of course, then the little creature realized it couldn’t breathe out. Hoppip had been paralyzed. Now, the horrified little Pokemon could only watch in horror as the Roserade began dissecting its now useless body with her claws.
After he was torn apart, Hoppip, who was now barely alive, was dragged inside the house by one of his entrails, which was bleeding green chlorophyll. The room was dark, for the windows had been covered by the shades, and an evil presence could be felt. Roserade picked up the nearly disemboweled ragweed, who now had nearly no skin on his body, and threw it into the air like a sling. From out of the darkness, Hoppip was snatched up in a pair of sharp-toothed jaws, killing it quickly before the beast swallowed it whole. With a roar, it shot a pillar of fire in the air, revealing its bipedal form and fin-like hands, dimly illuminated in orange light, standing out in the blackness.
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Meanwhile, in a bedroom in same house.
Inside the dark house, a tropical breeze broke through a window that was not properly blinded, and the wind blew through a woman’s long, flowing blond hair. Her face was a grim, tight frown, which was unfitting on her tall face.
She was kneeling, watching a little boy sleep. Her eyes, a bleak grey, examined his form, which she had unclothed during the middle of the night. The bed sheets, a black, voluminous mass on the already gigantic bed, had been parted away from his little body.
In the shadow of the slight sunbeams, the woman decided to get a closer look at the child, who began to turn a little as she did, making a slight moan in his sleep. Silently, she slid her fingers through the child’s messy and uncombed hair, a few shades lighter than her own, smiling slightly; however, her steely expression, did not.
After an hour or so of petting the little boy’s hair, she put her hand down on the bedding next to the little boy’s body, accidentally placing it on a small stain from the night before. However, she didn’t mind. She was too enthralled in staring at the little boy’s body.
Six hours later, another breeze came through the window, and the child’s eyes, a strange shade of brown, opened up.
“Miss Cynthia…. Emm… what are you doing?” He asked, noting that Cynthia had been standing over him, her face grimly beautiful. Another breeze rolled in, and he noticed he was not wearing any underpants, obviously remembering falling asleep with them on.
The woman didn’t change her expression or stance, but instead looked into the little boy’s eyes, her grim look freezing him into place, “I was just… watching you, Barry, my dearest. You look so precious when you sleep,” She said calmly, her voice smooth and cold, almost seeming to echo in the dark, empty room, “And you were such a good boy last night, so very cooperative. Your little friend, Dawn, always fights me a little when we have our time together; I don‘t think she enjoys it as much as you do.”
Barry blushed, and looked away a little, he felt awkward whenever Cynthia brought up what she called ‘special time’, or ‘time together’. He didn’t know why, but as much as he didn’t like to think of the odd feelings he always felt on those nights, he couldn’t help but love them.
Getting off the bed to get something out of his suitcase, which he had brought for the flight over, Barry did not notice that Cynthia’s eyes began to change colors in surreal ways, with green spirals forming in her now purple sclera. As he sat down, and pulled his underwear onto him, not turning around to witness the glorious sight of Cynthia’s hair beginning to spin and ominously change color as well.
Still blissfully unaware of what was happening behind him, he picked up a small phone, a PokeGear, and dialed a number. His movements became a little more erratic, and whatever calmness he reserved for his visits with the beautiful woman went away.
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Twinleaf Town, Sinnoh. That same time.
A cold wind, crisp and snowy, rippled across the sky on what was yet another perpetually wintry day in Twinleaf, a tiny lakeside cul-de-sac with a population of ten.
“Ding-ding! Ding-ding!” Came the familiar ring of Dawn’s phone from her pocket.
The 13-year-old girl, who was sitting outside on the flowery grass with her mother, picked up the phone and stuck it to her ear, bringing onto her the irritating sound of Barry’s voice.
“Oh, h-, h-, hai Dawn. How’re ya doin’?” Barry jittered out awkwardly.
“Well. I think you’d know. We live 20 feet away from each other anyways.” Dawn muttered, slightly annoyed. Ever since winning the title of Champion, she had lost all patience with Barry’s inability to pay attention for more than ten seconds, unless in the presence of a very attractive female; Dawn sadly being the only one who did not get this special treatment from him.
“Oh, heheh, alrighty then, I’m at Cynthia’s house, just woke up,” Barry spat out quickly, with many quick pauses in between some words, quite obviously mentioning Dawn and Barry’s monthly visits to Bamboo Orchid Island.
“Did you-” Dawn whispered, a little more peeved now at the thought of the jumpy idiot who had bugged her most of her life, with her Cynthia.
“Uhuhh… Heeheheh… Yeah, she bzchzhzhzhzhzhvhzhzhzchzchz…” Barry chortled out as the phone line seemed to short circuit and go to static before a click silenced the call altogether.
Dawn’s mother looked across, slightly intrigued by the frustration in her child’s voice. The preteen gave a vague, “It was nothing, mom,” and went on listening to static.
“Communication errors. Eh.” Dawn said as she bumped the phone against her fist a few times, trying to make it work while her mother was looking her general direction, causing her to feel slightly anxious, if not embarrassed. Noise began to come out the phone again after a while. “Hello?” She inquired, expecting Barry’s annoying voice. However, what came next was completely different.
“HELLO DAWN” came Cynthia’s voice, barely as calm as usual, but instead a whirl of many other voices echoing upon each other, with a much louder one sounding vaguely like the Champion’s.
“Mi.. Miss Cynthia?” Dawn mumbled, a little afraid of what she heard, “What’s wrong?”
“NOTHING DEAREST” Came the voice of ‘Cynthia’, “I’M PERFECTLY FINE.”
“You don’t sound it.” Dawn said. It was no use, however. The line was dead.
Dawn’s mother caught a look of Dawn’s worried face, and faced her. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” She cooed.
“Something’s wrong with Miss Cynthia,” Dawn said, worried a little, “I’m gonna go to her house and see what’s wrong.”
The girl took a round, red-and-white sphere from her belt and threw it to the ground, flashing and then revealing the form of her Pidgeot, which she had trained for a few battles at the Battle Frontier a few months ago. With a few whitstles, she commanded it to allow her on her back and fly.
The bird reluctantly let her go on, and bucked her off a few times. However, Dawn pardoned her mother's worried gasps and 'are you alright dear?'s. It had happened many times when she first trained her prized Staravia to fly her places, along with her Altaria, so she was quite used to it. With an angered look on its face, the bird finally took off at its species infamous supersonic speeds.
Dawn’s mother sat in the grass and looked up at her daughter, riding the bird, flying away into the sunny sky. ‘I wonder why that woman’s so important to Dawn.’ She queried obliviously to herself as she stared into the light-blue sky and the fluffy clouds that hung in its vast cold space.
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Bamboo Orchid Island. After Barry’s last transmission.
Cynthia, her body twisted into an awkward position that had probably broken many of her bones, took her hand off Barry’s mouth, letting him slump to the ground and impulsively cough out a little black smoke. However, he was not dead, but instead in some sort of trance, and breathing at an unnaturally fast pace.
Her face fully turned into what looked like a swirling mass of hair, similar to a galaxy of some sort, shining platinum-blonde but shaded a slight dark purple, with green orbs swirling in it that so resembled her strange, surreal eyes and mouth, the woman stood up to full height, caressing the large, dangling pendant between her breasts, which now had a strange design, two dots and a few stripes, glowing upon it.
The Champion was no longer human, but something else entirely.
****
R&R, please! Due to, shall we say, complications, updates will be... few and far inbetween at best.
Oh, and The_Noob is my universal pen name for fanfiction writing.
Table of Contents:
Prolouge (above)
Chapter I (Link)
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