GalladeofSpades
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Total Pokémon Drama: The Island... (PG-14)
Well, welcome to my new fic.
This project was inspired by Dark Amphithere's Total Pokémon Island, I admit. The guy is quite talented (and boy can he write a murder mystery), and has given me numerous ideas for this fic.
Anyway, from the title, you can see this is a Total Drama/Pokémon crossover. I have most of the eliminations prepared, so sorry if your favourite character gets eliminated.
Characters:
Knightley- Gallade
Lucy- Lopunny
Amelia- Gardevoir
Weavile- Nathaniel
Machoke- Hercules
Vivaldi- Kricketune
Shad- Sableye
Bubbles- Azumarill
Mason- Raichu
Enrique- Maractus
Bethany- Lilligant
DJ- Scrafty
Picazzo- Smeargle
Monica- Mawile
Maple- Flaafy
Sahara- Mandibuzz
Spira- Druddigon
Cecilia- Drapion
Cherufe- Magcargo
Iris- Flygon
Helga- Blissey
Noki- Grumpig
PM list:
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Episode list:
Episode 1: Welcome!
Episode 2: Circle of Enemies
Enjoy.
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Episode 1: Welcome!
The screen of your monitor is filled with static. As the static subsides, a small, floating Pokémon appears, next to a very annoyed looking alien Pokémon. The first one has a small, white body, with a curved line on her stomach. On her head is a three pointed yellow hat, with a green wish tag hanging from each point. From behind her back, two pieces of yellow cloth are spread out. She also has what seems to be make-up bellow both of her eyes.
The Pokémon next to her was rather tall. Her body was orange and blue, appearing somewhat metallic. Instead of arms, she had four tentacles, two orange, two blue. On her chest was an alcove with some sort of violet jewel encrusted in it. Her eyes were perpetually giving off an angry look. Both her and the little Pokémon next to her had some sort of metallic bracelet around their wrists.
“Hello!” the small Pokémon yelled enthusiastically. “I’m Jirachi, and with my lovely friend Deoxys-“
Deoxys scoffed.
“- we’re going to host the best reality-show you have ever seen. What’s it called? It’s called Total! POKÉMON! DRAMA! The Island…” Jirachi continued as she ignored Deoxys.
“… You practically begged me to do THIS? For what? To degrade ourselves in front of the world?” The DNA Pokémon asked.
“Arceus made me do this! You know how she gets when she’s brainstorming for legends. She needs to see Pokémon suffer.”
“She promised you some Chocolate Poffins, didn’t she.” It was more of a statement than a question.
The wishmaker started whistling. Deoxys just sighed. “All right, I’ll play along. Just sneak in some of those Poffins into my room when we’re done with this.”
Hearing this, Jirachi hugged her co-host. “YES! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”
“Get off me. Now.”
Jirachi let go and faced the camera. “Alright, let me explain the rules for you. Twenty-two trainers were chosen to send in ONE of their prized Pokémon to Challenge Island, to compete for 1,000,000,000 poké, plus a vacation in Undella Town, all expenses paid! These Pokémon will have to compete against each-other in several challenges, hoping to achieve safety. Those who don’t achieve safety are submitted to the Elimination Ceremony, where the campers will choose who will leave the competition. If you have the most votes, well… you’ll have to walk down the dock and leave on the boat.”
“So, now that you know the rules, let’s head to the dock and greet our contestants!” Jirachi started floating towards a dock, but Deoxys stopped her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she pointed to the bracelet.
“Oh yeah!” Jirachi faced the camera once more. “In order for you to understand us, Deoxys has kindly created a bunch of translation bracelets, which have been sent to the contestants beforehand.”
“And when she says “Deoxys”, “kindly” and “translation bracelets”, she means “Idiotic Ambipoms”, “forced” and “devices that may or may not permanently damage your Pokémon despite being able to translate what we say”,” the alien deadpanned. Jirachi simply glared at her and head off to the dock.
The dock was an old, run-down wooden pathway held up by thin sticks on the beach. It was amazing how the thing wasn’t completely destroyed yet. Jirachi and Deoxys stood at its end, looking for any boats on the horizon. Soon, they spotted one.
“And here comes our first contestant!” Jirachi said, as the fist contestant disembarked.
Carrying a navy blue gym bag on his shoulder, the contestant seemed to be, to put it simply, an orange reptile in yellow pants and hood. A red mohawk fluttered through the breeze, as he struggled to keep his pants up and his luggage on his shoulder. If you haven’t guessed what Pokémon this is right now, then you have a problem.
“DJ the Scrafty! You’re our first contestant!” Jirachi greeted.
DJ looked at Jirachi closely and shook her tiny hand. He did the same to Deoxys.
“It’s… nice… too… meet you.” Deoxys’ words were strained. Obviously, she wasn-t at all used to being… well, nice. “Now put my wallet back or I will make you sleep with the fishes.
“Aw, damn it.” DJ took the wallet out of his hood and gave it back.
“Good boy. Now stand over there. There’s another boat coming.”
DJ did so, as the second boat arrived at the dock, leaving an orange mouse-like Pokémon with a long tail that ended in a thunderbolt, carrying his luggage in a brown suitcase.
“What’s up, people!” the Raichu lifted his paw for a high-five from Deoxys, though he got none. “C’mon girl, don’t leave me hangin’.” He pleaded.
“I’d rather not catch “Moronic Idiot Syndrome”, thank you. It infects by touch.” The Raichu simply lowered his paw.
“Go over to DJ, Mason. The next contestant is arriving.” Mason obeyed Jirachi grudgingly, as he stood next to DJ.
“Yo.”
“’Sup.” Nothing else was said.
The next contestant hopped off the boat. He was a small, white, bi-pedal dog Pokémon with brown ears and some sort of French beret on his head. In one hand he carried his luggage, while he carried his tail, which had a bushy end, dipped in green paint, in the other.
“Picazzo!” The Smeargle looked at the small, floating Wish Pokémon, but instead of responding, he simply turned away, looking at the scenery behind him. Then he got on his knees and screamed “WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!”
DJ did the coo-coo gesture at Jirachi.
“Anyway… Here comes contestant number four!” Jirachi said.
Instead of a boat, a Pokémon carrying her luggage in her talons flew in. Her skin was a shade of pink, with plenty of dark-coloured feathers on her body. She also had few feathers on her head and a small bone going through them.
“Sahara, I presume?” Deoxys asked.
“The one and only.” She spread her wings, knocking Picazzo into the ocean. Not looking very concerned, she looked at her competition. “Well, it seems I’ve got this in the bag.” The Mandibuzz cackled and flew over to her fellow contestants.
“I don’t like her.” Deoxys whispered to Jirachi.
“Neither do I. You know what that means, right?” She whispered back.
“That most of these contestants are going to hate her by the end of the show and that she’s going to cause a lot of unnecessary drama?”
“Of course not! Think of the ratings! They’ll be sky high!”
“You really want those poffins, don’t you.” Again, it was more of a statement then a question.
While the conversation between the hosts occurred, a new contestant had arrived. A red, moustachioed cricket got off the boat, carrying his luggage in one of his… err, hands. Seeing he wasn’t getting much attention, he put his luggage and rubbed his knife-like arms, creating a melody to capture the hosts’ attention.
“Oh, you’re… Vivaldi, right?” The Kricketune nodded. “Go wait next to the other contestants.” Vivaldi did so, though he decided it was wise to stay away from the Mandibuzz.
As the next boat came along and Picazzo climbed onto the dock, he nearly fell into the ocean again.
In front of him was probably the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen. She was a female womanly Pokémon in an orange dress, with long, black hair and ruby eyes, walking gracefully as a goddess.
In everyone else’s eyes, it was simply a small girl-like Pokémon with hair that looked like it was about to eat someone and red eyes that had just tripped on a rock.
“You okay, Monica?” The Mawile got up. “Nah, I’m fine.” She smiled, as she dusted herself off.
“Alright, go wait over there with-“
“PRIMADONA!” Picazzo ran over to Monica, grabbing her. “You must let me paint you!”
Monica’s response was simple. “PERVERT ALERT!” she yelled, as she grabbed him with her hair jaws and flung him into the ocean. Afterwards, she simply walked over to the other contestants, very annoyed.
“… This is a very interesting batch of contestants so far, isn’t it?” The wishmaker commented.
Deoxys nodded, as the next contestant arrived. He was a tall, white Pokémon with green blades for arms. On his head was a green fin, and on his chest was some sort of strange pink thing sticking out.
“Knightley! Good to see you!” Jirachi raised her hand for a high-five, receiving one from the Gallade.
“Nice to see you too.” Knightly responded, as he walked over to the rest of the campers, standing next to DJ. “Hey, what’s up? I’m Knightley.” He extended his hand.
DJ simply looked at the hand. “I’m DJ.” Seeing he wasn’t going to shake it, Knightley put his hand down.
The next boat arrived, dropping off what appeared to be a female plant. She had a flower on her head, mimicking a hat, green hair that was hidden behind her back, a white face with amber eyes and a large, green, plant-like dress.
“Bethany! How are you?” Jirachi greeted the Lilligant.
“Lovely, my dear Jirachi.” She looked around. “Uh… Are you sure this is the right place? The brochure you sent my trainer had… well, a hotel. Not shacks.”
“Oh yeah, about that… we lied.”
“What.”
“Enough chit-chat, go over there.” And with that, Bethany was shooed off. Grumpily, she stood next to DJ.
“Hello there…” He flirted. “You know, I’m not sure how, but I just got lost in your eyes.”
“If you don’t want to be kicked in the berries this instant, I suggest you back away.”
Knightley chuckled, as he patted a slightly depressed DJ on the back. “Nice try dude.”
Meanwhile, Picazzo had, once again, climbed onto the dock, standing next to Monica. He opened his mouth to speak to her.
“No.”
He shut it again.
While this happened, another contestant had arrived, avidly talking to the hosts. She was a small, pink sheep with wool on her head and around her neck. Her horns, like her tail, had black stripes on them, while the tip of her tail had a blue orb attached to it. While Jirachi opened her mouth every now and then to try to shut her up, Deoxys looked like she was about to punch the Flaafy into oblivion.
“- and then Max was running around in circles, making the electric current go round and round and round, because electric currents are SO AMAZING! Say, have you ever seen an electric current go through someone’s body? It’s like their acting like a malfunctioning robot in the Arctic, shaking every part of their body. It’s hilarious! I hope there aren’t any robots here. That reminds me-“
“OKAY, you know what you should do, Maple? You should tell those stories to your fellow campers!” The desperate Wish Pokémon said. Maple nodded and happily skipped towards her fellow campers.
“Thank Arceus, if you didn’t get rid of her, I would.” Deoxys whispered to Jirachi.
“You can’t do that! The crazy ones always bring in the viewers! It’s like how honey attracts Combee!”
“Ursaring.”
“… What?”
“Honey attracts Ursaring, not Combee.”
“Then why is the expression “Like a Combee to honey?”“
“Simple. It isn’t. The expression is “Like a Mothim to a flame””
“I’m pretty sure it’s Combee.”
“It’s Mothim.”
“Combee.”
“Mothim!”
“COMBEE!”
“MOTHIM!”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“WHAT?!” Both hosts snapped at the Pokémon who dared to interrupt their argument. He was a blue weasel-like Pokémon with various red feathers on his head. They were the same shade of red as his tail, his ears and the feathers around his neck. Sharp, white claws were at the end of his arms, while he had a oval-shaped, yellow spot on his forehead.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your… important debate, but I’d like you to introduce me please.” The Weavile requested.
Jirachi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Nathaniel, just go over to the rest of the campers.” Nathaniel was about to do so, when Deoxys stopped him.
“Use sarcasm to mock me ever again and I swear that I will pluck every single feather off your body. One. By. One.” She whispered menacingly.
“Sorry,” he whispered back,” but I’m not into sadism and masochism.”
Deoxys had to be restrained before she murdered him, as Nathaniel walked over to the other campers, chuckling.
While this happened, another contestant was left at the dock. She was a large, pink Pokémon with pink curls and an egg in her pouch. She also wore a tiny, white skirt.
“Hello, Helga! Welcome to Challenge Island!” Jirachi greeted. The Blissey looked around.
Then, she grabbed Jirachi by the… collar and started speaking foreign gibberish.
Seeing Jirachi understood nothing, she repeated it in English, but with a foreign accent. “Zis is lächerlich! Crazy! Ze brochure said it vas a spa! Not a beschissen, unhygienisch dump!“
“Calm down, Helga... There’s a very simple explanation for this...“
“Vat is it?!“
“She lied.“ Bethany said instead of Jirachi, as she rolled her eyes.
Rage filled Helga’s eyes, as she Seismic Toss’d Jirachi and prepared to leave... only to see her boat had already left.
“N-now it’s t-too... late...“ Jirachi struggled to stay afloat. Grunting angrily, Helga stomped over with her luggage, waiting next to Bethany.
“Idiotic möchten maker...“
“Agreed.“
“You speak German, fräulein?” Helga asked Bethany, astonished.
“Doch.” Bethany grinned and extended her hand. “Bethany.”
“Helga.” She grinned and shook it.
“And here’s our eleventh contestant!” Jirachi said.
Out of the eleventh boat came a bipedal, purple and black pig with a curly pink tail and three black pearls: two on his head and one on his stomach.
“Noki! Glad to have you!” Jirachi greeted. The Grumpig smiled, but soon started sniffing the air.
“DO I SMELL CHOCOLATE POFFINS?” He yelled. Jirachi sweatdropped, though she was surprised.
“How did you-“
“Sensitive snout.” He pointed to his nose. “It runs in the family.” Soon, he started to sniff the air again.
“Riiight… Just go over there and mingle with your fellow campers.” Jirachi ordered. Nodding and grinning, he set off to the campers.
“So! We’ve met half of the contestants already!”
“And in that batch we have the thief, the wannabee jock, the Italian artist, the cocky vulture, the silent cricket, the enraged girl who the artist wants to paint but she won’t let him because she thinks he’s a pervert, the… actually normal guy, the stuck up snob, the crazy girl, the sarcastic idiot, the enraged German lady and the food obsessed swine.” Deoxys deadpanned. “Forget the Chocolate Poffins, put me in an asylum when this is over.”
“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?”
“Nope. That’d be no fun.”
Jirachi sighed. “Anyway, here comes the next contestant.”
Out of the twelfth boat came a tall, muscled, purple human-shaped Pokémon, wearing only a black speedo with a wrestler belt attached. There were red, bulging veins on his arms.
“Well, hello Hercules…” Jirachi greeted, clearly smitten by the Machoke. Hercules smiled, as he walked over to the rest of the campers.
Unsurprisingly, every single female camper was swooning over him somehow: Monica looked at him dreamily, Sahara was lightly blushing, Maple was grinning like a love-struck fool and Bethany and Helga were sighing, every so often muttering “So dreamy…”. Heck, even Deoxys of all Pokémon was smitten by him, though she hid it. Even better, you, the female readers, were also smitten by Hercules. That’s right girls. Love has overpowered the fourth wall.
… Then again, what doesn’t?
Some of the guys, however, were a bit jealous of the Machoke getting all the attention. DJ and Mason, who thought they’d be hooking up with some of the female campers, were glaring daggers at him, while Picazzo, simply sighed, looking at Monica. Others, like Vivaldi and Knightley, weren’t really affected at all.
“Oh. My. Arceus! I can’t be-LIEVE I was chosen for this! Let’s hope I don’t cause any draaamaaa~!...” Hercules said in his effeminate voice.
Cue the record scratching that just occurred in everyone’s mind.
Every single female (including you, female readers) had their jaws wide open, shocked at the discovery that their oh-so-hot Hercules was playing on the girls’ team instead of the guys’.
The guys, on the other hand, were laughing out loud at the discovery.
Jirachi was in tears. “WHY MUST THE GOOD-LOOKING ONES BE TAKEN, FICTIONAL OR ON ANOTHER TEAM?! WHY, ARCEUS WHY?!” she buried her face in Deoxys’ chest.
“… Get a hold of yourself woman. One of the competitors arrived during all this.” Deoxys pointed at the tall, brown, feminine-looking, bi-pedal bunny with cream coloured fur at the ends of her ears, around her wrists, her feet and her enormous eyebrows. Red eyes stared at the two legendaries boringly.
“Ah know this must be a heartwarmin’ reunion for y’all, but ah’d rather be introduced first.” The Lopunny said.
Sniffling, Jirachi looked at her in the eyes and said “You don’t know what we just went through! The horror! The drama! The heart-“
“Honey, you’re cryin’ ‘cause the hunk of juicy meat is on the radah. Ah suggest you get over it n’ realize the fact that you don’t have a gender, so it wouldn’t matter anyway.”
“… Just go over to the other contestants, Lucy. I’m going to drown my sorrows in Häagen-Dazs.”
“Wait,” Nathaniel interjected, a bit worried, “you’re going to leave us with Psycho Alien?”
“Yes.” And with that, Jirachi left.
Nathaniel gulped as Deoxys glared through his very soul, while Lucy nonchalantly walked across the dock, receiving many stares from the male population.
“Any of you try n’ say a pick-up line n’ ah’ll kick ya in the berries.”
Meanwhile, a boat approached the dock while it played loud rave music and multiple colourful spotlights moved around. Out of the boat jumped a cactus-like Pokémon with pink flowers on his ear-like appendages. On his forehead was a small, yellow spike. Below it were his yellow eyes and spiky mouth. Instead of legs, he had a base with some root-like extensions.
“The Party Master is here!” The Maractus greeted loudly, flailing his arms. Calming down a bit, he looked around. “Hey, where’s the party at? Am I in the wrong place or something?”
“Nope, you’re at the right place. Now stop talking and get moving Enrique, more contestants are on their way.” Deoxys pointed at the rest of the campers with her tentacles. Enrique simply danced his way to them.
New boat, new contestant, you get the point. This time, the contestant was female human-looking Pokémon clad in a white dress with a green underside. Her green hair curled to the sides of her head, while her white head was shaped like a masquerade mask. Her green arms were thin, resembling gloves.
“Amelia. Welcome. Now get out of my sight.” The Gardevoir looked at her confusingly, but kept smiling and joined her fellow competitors.
The next boat was approaching the dock at an alarming speed. On the deck was blue, bipedal water rabbit with a white, bubble/patterned underside. Her long, thin ears were moving in the wind, while she bounced of her wiry, black tail with a blue bubble at the end.
“Hi guys!” The Azumarill frantically waved at all the people on the dock happily. Mason let out a whistle.
“She’s pretty good-lookin’!” He grinned. It looks like he found someone to hook up with.
Suddenly, the boat screeched to a halt and the Azumarill was flung off the boat, getting her head stuck in one of the cabin walls. “I’m okay!” she reassured.
“I was hoping you weren’t. I’d love one less camper to deal with…” Deoxys muttered to herself.
“What was that?” Amelia eyed Deoxys curiously.
“I said “Someone get Bubbles”.”
Looks of confusion were exchanged.
“The Azumarill, you morons!”
Mason went running. He was probably going to flirt with the Aqua Rabbit.
Meanwhile, another contestant arrived. He was a red, snail-like Pokémon whose body appeared to be consisted of magma. Large, yellow eyes looked at Deoxys carefully, while large blobs of magma hung from the corners of his mouth. On his back was a big, black shell, with multiple cracks, making it look like it would crumble from the slightest touch. Some flames erupted from the cracks every so often.
“Hello… Cherufe? What kind of a name is that?!” Deoxys questioned.
“We have a Grumpig named Noki, you know. It counts as a weird name too.” Bethany interjected.
“Yes, but Jirachi filled me in that that was a diminutive for Pinocchio. What’s this guy named after?”
“Myyyyyyyyyyyyyy naaaaaaaaaaaame iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis baaaaaaaaaased ooooooooooon theeeeeeeeeee myyyyyyyyyythiiiiiiiiiiicaaaaaal beeeeeeeeeaaaaast Cheeeeeeeeruuuuuuuuuufe, rooooooooock aaaaaaand maaaaaagmaaaaaa creaaaaaaatuuuuuuures thaaaaaat siiiiiiiimbooooooliiiiiiiize saaaaaafetyyyyyyyy duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuriiiiiiiiiiing eaaaaaaaaarthquaaaaaaakes.” The Magcargo explained.
“I have no idea what you just said, so just go over to the other campers and don’t talk ever again. That ridiculously slow voice of yours annoys me. It’s like your drunk.”
Cherufe did so. Very slowly, yes, but he did it.
“Wait, how is this dock not burning down to the ground? Magcargo are made of magma that is over 18.000 degrees Farenheit!” Sahara questioned.
“We took some… precautions. Precautions brutal enough to make your head explode, so let’s just say a wizard did it and call it a day.” Deoxys winced once she said “a wizard did it”. She hated that expression. There was no such thing as wizards. Only science. SCIENCE.
The next boat had arrived, while Cherufe was still halfway through the dock. Out of it came two dragon-like, female Pokémon, who were hugging each other and, since I find no better word to describe it, ‘eee-ing’.
The first dragon was a large, reptilian, hunchbacked blue dragon with a red head. Her arms were much longer then her legs, adorned with multiple red spikes on them and on her tail. Her blue wings were small and thistle leave-shaped, looking too weak to give her the ability to fly. Multiple olive football shaped scutes were on her belly.
The second dragon was large and insect-like, looking like a dragonfly, green in colouration. Two rhombus-shaped wings with a red rim sprouted from her back, giving her the ability to fly. Along with small arms and feet, she had a striped tail with three small, green rhombus shapes with red rims at the tip. Covering her eyes were a pair of red-lensed goggles and from her head sprouted two green antennae which pointed back.
“Spira…” The Druddigon nodded at her name, while she ‘eee-ed’ a bit more.
“And Iris…” The Flygon joined her friend, ‘eee-ing’ even louder.
Deoxys actually looked polite and kind, for once. Maybe ‘eee-ing’ was the secret to keeping her calm?
“Let me be the first to say… SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!”
Didn’t look like it.
Spira spoke up. “We’re soooo sorry if we annoyed you, but I’m so HAPPY about the fact that I can spend time with Iris!”
“Oh, my God, me TOO! I love how we always think what the other one is thinking! It’s like we share a soul!” Iris added, hugging her friend and ‘eee-ing’ a bit more.
“You share a brain. A tiny one at that.” Giggling and ‘eee-ing’, both of them walked over to the rest of the competitors, giggling and attempting to flirt with Hercules, only to be shot down once he spoke.
New boat. A small, purple, goblin Pokémon jumped out, looking at everything around him with his large, diamond eyes. He had an oval, red gemstone on his chest.
“Shad. Welcome.” Deoxys said, boringly. The Sableye looked at the DNA Pokémon.
“U-um. H-he-hello. I h-hope y-you re-received my a-al-allergy l-list.”
“Yeah, yeah, just go over there and wait with the other campers.” Deoxys pointed to the campers with her tentacles. She noticed Jirachi approaching with Mason and Bubbles floating next to her. Mason had a bunch of vanilla on his head, while Bubbles was covered in pasta. Deoxys decided not to question.
“Better?” she asked her instead, after Jirachi left them with the other contestants.
Jirachi nodded. “Are they all here yet?”
“We’re one short. She’s coming now.”
Jirachi grinned. Deoxys looked confused. Then she understood.
“That’s what-“
“No. Just… no.”
The final boat arrived, and out came a large, purple, quadruped scorpion-like Pokémon. She had pointy eyes, with blue upper portions and white fang-like features stemming from her mouth. From her head sprouted two huge claws with a blue marking on their undersides, like the one she has on her tail-claw.
“Cecilia, welcome! You’re the final contestant.” Cecilia just nodded. Walking over to the other campers, she suddenly stopped as soon as she saw Helga. Then, she continued walking.
“All right! All twenty-two of our campers have arrived, so let’s head out to the Mess Hall and brief you on the situation.” And with that, twenty-four Pokémon set off to the large building that was the Mess Hall.
~*~*~
The Mess Hall, like the cabins Bubbles had crashed into and the dock, was run down. The wooden walls were patched up in various places, giving off the feeling that the building was very old and could crumble at any time. Two long tables with eleven seats each were side-by-side: the one with the red and white tablecloth was on the left, while the one with the blue and white tablecloth was on the right. There was a door leading to the kitchen, right next to the area where the contestants would pick up their food.
“Okay, so you all know the rules, I hope?” The twenty-two campers nodded. “Perfect! I’ll let Deoxys put you in your respective teams while I prepare the first challenge.” Jirachi was about to leave, when one of the campers started complaining.
“Wait, we’re going to do a challenge NOW? But we just got here!” Jirachi turned around to face Sahara.
“Well, I believe the host decides that, and since I’m the host, we’re doing the challenge!” Jirachi said. She grinned. “Unless… you want to forfeit the game already?”
Sahara gulped and shook her head.
“Good. See ya!” Jirachi left the building faster than the speed of light, leaving behind a very bored and frustrated Deoxys with twenty-two Pokémon.
“Alright, listen up, morons! I will now assign you to your teams. We’ll start with the Heavenly Ho-ohs, so, when I call your name, head over to the red table. Anyone I do not call should head to the blue table on the right. Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Great. Now…” Deoxys grabbed a list from one of the tables and started reading it.
“Knightley! Lucy! Bethany! Helga! Mason! Shad! Bubbles! Vivaldi! Iris! Weasel Von Idiot! And Amelia!”
One by one, each Pokémon headed to the red table, except the one whom Deoxys called ‘Weasel Von Idiot’.
It’s fairly obvious who she was referring to.
Nathaniel stood there, smiling at Deoxys, as if taunting her. The DNA Pokémon was dangerously close to severely hurting the weasel, but was prevented because of the possible lawsuits that could occur.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to the red table!”
“I didn’t hear my name.”
“But I called your name.”
“My name isn’t Weasel Von Idiot.”
“Who said that was meant for you?” Nathaniel’s smile disappeared. She had won this round, but he was only moving from that spot when she called her real name.
“Oh, fine. Nathaniel. You’re in the Heavenly Ho-ohs.” As Nathaniel walked over, Deoxys continued. “That means Hercules, Enrique, DJ, Picazzo, Monica, Maple, Sahara, Spira, Cecilia, Cherufe and Noki are part of the Lustrous Lugias and belong at the blue table.” The remaining campers had walked off to the blue table, but suddenly whining was heard. When everyone saw what the problem was, they nearly groaned.
Iris and Spira were clinging to Deoxys’ legs, begging for Deoxys to put them in the same team as eachother. Deoxys, in response, started swearing her head off. Both of them retreated to their respective teams, extremely sad.
A moment of silence occurred, waiting for Deoxys to speak up. Not even Nathaniel dared to say something, in fear of Deoxys’ terrible temper. Every so often, a small sob came from Iris or Spira, but soon, the silence would fill the room again.
Untill Deoxys decided to break it.
“Well, now that I’ve scarred you all mentally and my ears are functioning properly again,” she could’ve sworn Nathaniel had whispered “She has ears?...” to Knightley, but she couldn’t be sure,” I will escort you to your cabins. They will be NOT co-ed,” Mason groaned at this, “and there will be four cabins: one for the male Ho-ohs, one for the female Ho-ohs, one for the male Lugias and one for the female Lugias. Any questions?”
Iris and Spira raised their hands.
“Put your hands down. Now.”
They obeyed.
“Good. Now go unpack your things and meet us at Dive Cliff in an hour.”
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“This,” Jirachi said, as she showcased the inside of a filthy, dirty, wooden outhouse, “is our confessional. Here our contestants will dish the dirt on their fellow campers, get something off their chest, etc. Naturally, since this is private, we’ll be showing this only to you… well, most of the time.” Jirachi grinned maliciously.
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“Well, I got my eyes on that blue bunny chick.” Mason grinned. “She’ll be ALL over me when this is over.”
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Picazzo stared at the picture of Monica he had managed to snag from Jirachi’s office awhile ago. He sighed. “Primadonna… why won’t you let me paint you?”
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“Pop goes the Furret!” Maple sang, as multiple… err, digestive noises came from her behind. She sighed in relief and giggled.
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As the contestants climbed Dive Cliff, they wondered what the challenge was going to be. Bethany and Helga chatted with each-other, speculating on the challenge, while Sahara kept a close eye on Spira, who was all over Iris. The Mandibuzz grinned. She knew who to vote out if they lost the challenge.
Once they reached the rocky, desolate top of Dive Cliff, they saw Jirachi and Deoxys awaiting for them.
“Welcome, campers! Your first challenge…” Jirachi gestured to the end of the cliff, “is to jump of this cliff and land in your team circle!”
Everyone’s jaw dropped.
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Knightley looked extremely scared. “Holy Mother of BEEP, is this BEEP crazy?!”
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And there you go!
Favourites up until now... Oh dear God, I think I'm going to have a blast writing out Hercules. My God, I was eager to write out that scene. xD
Lucy is also one character I'm going to love writing out. Speaking of Lucy, I'm going to do a little contest, if the mods who read this allow it.
Lucy is based off one of my favourite characters in the universe. Every time I see that character, I laugh like HELL. I had to base her off that character. What do I want you to do?
Every Episode, I'm going to give a hint to the character I'm basing her off of. The first reviewer who guesses that character correctly will have their favourite contestant get a bonus in the following challenge. And the first clue is...
You don't see those last names everyday.
Also, in your review, I'd love it if you could tell me who your favoutrite contestant is.
... Wow, that was long. Review guys!
Well, welcome to my new fic.
This project was inspired by Dark Amphithere's Total Pokémon Island, I admit. The guy is quite talented (and boy can he write a murder mystery), and has given me numerous ideas for this fic.
Anyway, from the title, you can see this is a Total Drama/Pokémon crossover. I have most of the eliminations prepared, so sorry if your favourite character gets eliminated.
Characters:
Knightley- Gallade
Lucy- Lopunny
Amelia- Gardevoir
Weavile- Nathaniel
Machoke- Hercules
Vivaldi- Kricketune
Shad- Sableye
Bubbles- Azumarill
Mason- Raichu
Enrique- Maractus
Bethany- Lilligant
DJ- Scrafty
Picazzo- Smeargle
Monica- Mawile
Maple- Flaafy
Sahara- Mandibuzz
Spira- Druddigon
Cecilia- Drapion
Cherufe- Magcargo
Iris- Flygon
Helga- Blissey
Noki- Grumpig
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Episode list:
Episode 1: Welcome!
Episode 2: Circle of Enemies
Enjoy.
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Episode 1: Welcome!
The screen of your monitor is filled with static. As the static subsides, a small, floating Pokémon appears, next to a very annoyed looking alien Pokémon. The first one has a small, white body, with a curved line on her stomach. On her head is a three pointed yellow hat, with a green wish tag hanging from each point. From behind her back, two pieces of yellow cloth are spread out. She also has what seems to be make-up bellow both of her eyes.
The Pokémon next to her was rather tall. Her body was orange and blue, appearing somewhat metallic. Instead of arms, she had four tentacles, two orange, two blue. On her chest was an alcove with some sort of violet jewel encrusted in it. Her eyes were perpetually giving off an angry look. Both her and the little Pokémon next to her had some sort of metallic bracelet around their wrists.
“Hello!” the small Pokémon yelled enthusiastically. “I’m Jirachi, and with my lovely friend Deoxys-“
Deoxys scoffed.
“- we’re going to host the best reality-show you have ever seen. What’s it called? It’s called Total! POKÉMON! DRAMA! The Island…” Jirachi continued as she ignored Deoxys.
“… You practically begged me to do THIS? For what? To degrade ourselves in front of the world?” The DNA Pokémon asked.
“Arceus made me do this! You know how she gets when she’s brainstorming for legends. She needs to see Pokémon suffer.”
“She promised you some Chocolate Poffins, didn’t she.” It was more of a statement than a question.
The wishmaker started whistling. Deoxys just sighed. “All right, I’ll play along. Just sneak in some of those Poffins into my room when we’re done with this.”
Hearing this, Jirachi hugged her co-host. “YES! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”
“Get off me. Now.”
Jirachi let go and faced the camera. “Alright, let me explain the rules for you. Twenty-two trainers were chosen to send in ONE of their prized Pokémon to Challenge Island, to compete for 1,000,000,000 poké, plus a vacation in Undella Town, all expenses paid! These Pokémon will have to compete against each-other in several challenges, hoping to achieve safety. Those who don’t achieve safety are submitted to the Elimination Ceremony, where the campers will choose who will leave the competition. If you have the most votes, well… you’ll have to walk down the dock and leave on the boat.”
“So, now that you know the rules, let’s head to the dock and greet our contestants!” Jirachi started floating towards a dock, but Deoxys stopped her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she pointed to the bracelet.
“Oh yeah!” Jirachi faced the camera once more. “In order for you to understand us, Deoxys has kindly created a bunch of translation bracelets, which have been sent to the contestants beforehand.”
“And when she says “Deoxys”, “kindly” and “translation bracelets”, she means “Idiotic Ambipoms”, “forced” and “devices that may or may not permanently damage your Pokémon despite being able to translate what we say”,” the alien deadpanned. Jirachi simply glared at her and head off to the dock.
The dock was an old, run-down wooden pathway held up by thin sticks on the beach. It was amazing how the thing wasn’t completely destroyed yet. Jirachi and Deoxys stood at its end, looking for any boats on the horizon. Soon, they spotted one.
“And here comes our first contestant!” Jirachi said, as the fist contestant disembarked.
Carrying a navy blue gym bag on his shoulder, the contestant seemed to be, to put it simply, an orange reptile in yellow pants and hood. A red mohawk fluttered through the breeze, as he struggled to keep his pants up and his luggage on his shoulder. If you haven’t guessed what Pokémon this is right now, then you have a problem.
“DJ the Scrafty! You’re our first contestant!” Jirachi greeted.
DJ looked at Jirachi closely and shook her tiny hand. He did the same to Deoxys.
“It’s… nice… too… meet you.” Deoxys’ words were strained. Obviously, she wasn-t at all used to being… well, nice. “Now put my wallet back or I will make you sleep with the fishes.
“Aw, damn it.” DJ took the wallet out of his hood and gave it back.
“Good boy. Now stand over there. There’s another boat coming.”
DJ did so, as the second boat arrived at the dock, leaving an orange mouse-like Pokémon with a long tail that ended in a thunderbolt, carrying his luggage in a brown suitcase.
“What’s up, people!” the Raichu lifted his paw for a high-five from Deoxys, though he got none. “C’mon girl, don’t leave me hangin’.” He pleaded.
“I’d rather not catch “Moronic Idiot Syndrome”, thank you. It infects by touch.” The Raichu simply lowered his paw.
“Go over to DJ, Mason. The next contestant is arriving.” Mason obeyed Jirachi grudgingly, as he stood next to DJ.
“Yo.”
“’Sup.” Nothing else was said.
The next contestant hopped off the boat. He was a small, white, bi-pedal dog Pokémon with brown ears and some sort of French beret on his head. In one hand he carried his luggage, while he carried his tail, which had a bushy end, dipped in green paint, in the other.
“Picazzo!” The Smeargle looked at the small, floating Wish Pokémon, but instead of responding, he simply turned away, looking at the scenery behind him. Then he got on his knees and screamed “WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!”
DJ did the coo-coo gesture at Jirachi.
“Anyway… Here comes contestant number four!” Jirachi said.
Instead of a boat, a Pokémon carrying her luggage in her talons flew in. Her skin was a shade of pink, with plenty of dark-coloured feathers on her body. She also had few feathers on her head and a small bone going through them.
“Sahara, I presume?” Deoxys asked.
“The one and only.” She spread her wings, knocking Picazzo into the ocean. Not looking very concerned, she looked at her competition. “Well, it seems I’ve got this in the bag.” The Mandibuzz cackled and flew over to her fellow contestants.
“I don’t like her.” Deoxys whispered to Jirachi.
“Neither do I. You know what that means, right?” She whispered back.
“That most of these contestants are going to hate her by the end of the show and that she’s going to cause a lot of unnecessary drama?”
“Of course not! Think of the ratings! They’ll be sky high!”
“You really want those poffins, don’t you.” Again, it was more of a statement then a question.
While the conversation between the hosts occurred, a new contestant had arrived. A red, moustachioed cricket got off the boat, carrying his luggage in one of his… err, hands. Seeing he wasn’t getting much attention, he put his luggage and rubbed his knife-like arms, creating a melody to capture the hosts’ attention.
“Oh, you’re… Vivaldi, right?” The Kricketune nodded. “Go wait next to the other contestants.” Vivaldi did so, though he decided it was wise to stay away from the Mandibuzz.
As the next boat came along and Picazzo climbed onto the dock, he nearly fell into the ocean again.
In front of him was probably the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen. She was a female womanly Pokémon in an orange dress, with long, black hair and ruby eyes, walking gracefully as a goddess.
In everyone else’s eyes, it was simply a small girl-like Pokémon with hair that looked like it was about to eat someone and red eyes that had just tripped on a rock.
“You okay, Monica?” The Mawile got up. “Nah, I’m fine.” She smiled, as she dusted herself off.
“Alright, go wait over there with-“
“PRIMADONA!” Picazzo ran over to Monica, grabbing her. “You must let me paint you!”
Monica’s response was simple. “PERVERT ALERT!” she yelled, as she grabbed him with her hair jaws and flung him into the ocean. Afterwards, she simply walked over to the other contestants, very annoyed.
“… This is a very interesting batch of contestants so far, isn’t it?” The wishmaker commented.
Deoxys nodded, as the next contestant arrived. He was a tall, white Pokémon with green blades for arms. On his head was a green fin, and on his chest was some sort of strange pink thing sticking out.
“Knightley! Good to see you!” Jirachi raised her hand for a high-five, receiving one from the Gallade.
“Nice to see you too.” Knightly responded, as he walked over to the rest of the campers, standing next to DJ. “Hey, what’s up? I’m Knightley.” He extended his hand.
DJ simply looked at the hand. “I’m DJ.” Seeing he wasn’t going to shake it, Knightley put his hand down.
The next boat arrived, dropping off what appeared to be a female plant. She had a flower on her head, mimicking a hat, green hair that was hidden behind her back, a white face with amber eyes and a large, green, plant-like dress.
“Bethany! How are you?” Jirachi greeted the Lilligant.
“Lovely, my dear Jirachi.” She looked around. “Uh… Are you sure this is the right place? The brochure you sent my trainer had… well, a hotel. Not shacks.”
“Oh yeah, about that… we lied.”
“What.”
“Enough chit-chat, go over there.” And with that, Bethany was shooed off. Grumpily, she stood next to DJ.
“Hello there…” He flirted. “You know, I’m not sure how, but I just got lost in your eyes.”
“If you don’t want to be kicked in the berries this instant, I suggest you back away.”
Knightley chuckled, as he patted a slightly depressed DJ on the back. “Nice try dude.”
Meanwhile, Picazzo had, once again, climbed onto the dock, standing next to Monica. He opened his mouth to speak to her.
“No.”
He shut it again.
While this happened, another contestant had arrived, avidly talking to the hosts. She was a small, pink sheep with wool on her head and around her neck. Her horns, like her tail, had black stripes on them, while the tip of her tail had a blue orb attached to it. While Jirachi opened her mouth every now and then to try to shut her up, Deoxys looked like she was about to punch the Flaafy into oblivion.
“- and then Max was running around in circles, making the electric current go round and round and round, because electric currents are SO AMAZING! Say, have you ever seen an electric current go through someone’s body? It’s like their acting like a malfunctioning robot in the Arctic, shaking every part of their body. It’s hilarious! I hope there aren’t any robots here. That reminds me-“
“OKAY, you know what you should do, Maple? You should tell those stories to your fellow campers!” The desperate Wish Pokémon said. Maple nodded and happily skipped towards her fellow campers.
“Thank Arceus, if you didn’t get rid of her, I would.” Deoxys whispered to Jirachi.
“You can’t do that! The crazy ones always bring in the viewers! It’s like how honey attracts Combee!”
“Ursaring.”
“… What?”
“Honey attracts Ursaring, not Combee.”
“Then why is the expression “Like a Combee to honey?”“
“Simple. It isn’t. The expression is “Like a Mothim to a flame””
“I’m pretty sure it’s Combee.”
“It’s Mothim.”
“Combee.”
“Mothim!”
“COMBEE!”
“MOTHIM!”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“WHAT?!” Both hosts snapped at the Pokémon who dared to interrupt their argument. He was a blue weasel-like Pokémon with various red feathers on his head. They were the same shade of red as his tail, his ears and the feathers around his neck. Sharp, white claws were at the end of his arms, while he had a oval-shaped, yellow spot on his forehead.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your… important debate, but I’d like you to introduce me please.” The Weavile requested.
Jirachi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Nathaniel, just go over to the rest of the campers.” Nathaniel was about to do so, when Deoxys stopped him.
“Use sarcasm to mock me ever again and I swear that I will pluck every single feather off your body. One. By. One.” She whispered menacingly.
“Sorry,” he whispered back,” but I’m not into sadism and masochism.”
Deoxys had to be restrained before she murdered him, as Nathaniel walked over to the other campers, chuckling.
While this happened, another contestant was left at the dock. She was a large, pink Pokémon with pink curls and an egg in her pouch. She also wore a tiny, white skirt.
“Hello, Helga! Welcome to Challenge Island!” Jirachi greeted. The Blissey looked around.
Then, she grabbed Jirachi by the… collar and started speaking foreign gibberish.
Seeing Jirachi understood nothing, she repeated it in English, but with a foreign accent. “Zis is lächerlich! Crazy! Ze brochure said it vas a spa! Not a beschissen, unhygienisch dump!“
“Calm down, Helga... There’s a very simple explanation for this...“
“Vat is it?!“
“She lied.“ Bethany said instead of Jirachi, as she rolled her eyes.
Rage filled Helga’s eyes, as she Seismic Toss’d Jirachi and prepared to leave... only to see her boat had already left.
“N-now it’s t-too... late...“ Jirachi struggled to stay afloat. Grunting angrily, Helga stomped over with her luggage, waiting next to Bethany.
“Idiotic möchten maker...“
“Agreed.“
“You speak German, fräulein?” Helga asked Bethany, astonished.
“Doch.” Bethany grinned and extended her hand. “Bethany.”
“Helga.” She grinned and shook it.
“And here’s our eleventh contestant!” Jirachi said.
Out of the eleventh boat came a bipedal, purple and black pig with a curly pink tail and three black pearls: two on his head and one on his stomach.
“Noki! Glad to have you!” Jirachi greeted. The Grumpig smiled, but soon started sniffing the air.
“DO I SMELL CHOCOLATE POFFINS?” He yelled. Jirachi sweatdropped, though she was surprised.
“How did you-“
“Sensitive snout.” He pointed to his nose. “It runs in the family.” Soon, he started to sniff the air again.
“Riiight… Just go over there and mingle with your fellow campers.” Jirachi ordered. Nodding and grinning, he set off to the campers.
“So! We’ve met half of the contestants already!”
“And in that batch we have the thief, the wannabee jock, the Italian artist, the cocky vulture, the silent cricket, the enraged girl who the artist wants to paint but she won’t let him because she thinks he’s a pervert, the… actually normal guy, the stuck up snob, the crazy girl, the sarcastic idiot, the enraged German lady and the food obsessed swine.” Deoxys deadpanned. “Forget the Chocolate Poffins, put me in an asylum when this is over.”
“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?”
“Nope. That’d be no fun.”
Jirachi sighed. “Anyway, here comes the next contestant.”
Out of the twelfth boat came a tall, muscled, purple human-shaped Pokémon, wearing only a black speedo with a wrestler belt attached. There were red, bulging veins on his arms.
“Well, hello Hercules…” Jirachi greeted, clearly smitten by the Machoke. Hercules smiled, as he walked over to the rest of the campers.
Unsurprisingly, every single female camper was swooning over him somehow: Monica looked at him dreamily, Sahara was lightly blushing, Maple was grinning like a love-struck fool and Bethany and Helga were sighing, every so often muttering “So dreamy…”. Heck, even Deoxys of all Pokémon was smitten by him, though she hid it. Even better, you, the female readers, were also smitten by Hercules. That’s right girls. Love has overpowered the fourth wall.
… Then again, what doesn’t?
Some of the guys, however, were a bit jealous of the Machoke getting all the attention. DJ and Mason, who thought they’d be hooking up with some of the female campers, were glaring daggers at him, while Picazzo, simply sighed, looking at Monica. Others, like Vivaldi and Knightley, weren’t really affected at all.
“Oh. My. Arceus! I can’t be-LIEVE I was chosen for this! Let’s hope I don’t cause any draaamaaa~!...” Hercules said in his effeminate voice.
Cue the record scratching that just occurred in everyone’s mind.
Every single female (including you, female readers) had their jaws wide open, shocked at the discovery that their oh-so-hot Hercules was playing on the girls’ team instead of the guys’.
The guys, on the other hand, were laughing out loud at the discovery.
Jirachi was in tears. “WHY MUST THE GOOD-LOOKING ONES BE TAKEN, FICTIONAL OR ON ANOTHER TEAM?! WHY, ARCEUS WHY?!” she buried her face in Deoxys’ chest.
“… Get a hold of yourself woman. One of the competitors arrived during all this.” Deoxys pointed at the tall, brown, feminine-looking, bi-pedal bunny with cream coloured fur at the ends of her ears, around her wrists, her feet and her enormous eyebrows. Red eyes stared at the two legendaries boringly.
“Ah know this must be a heartwarmin’ reunion for y’all, but ah’d rather be introduced first.” The Lopunny said.
Sniffling, Jirachi looked at her in the eyes and said “You don’t know what we just went through! The horror! The drama! The heart-“
“Honey, you’re cryin’ ‘cause the hunk of juicy meat is on the radah. Ah suggest you get over it n’ realize the fact that you don’t have a gender, so it wouldn’t matter anyway.”
“… Just go over to the other contestants, Lucy. I’m going to drown my sorrows in Häagen-Dazs.”
“Wait,” Nathaniel interjected, a bit worried, “you’re going to leave us with Psycho Alien?”
“Yes.” And with that, Jirachi left.
Nathaniel gulped as Deoxys glared through his very soul, while Lucy nonchalantly walked across the dock, receiving many stares from the male population.
“Any of you try n’ say a pick-up line n’ ah’ll kick ya in the berries.”
Meanwhile, a boat approached the dock while it played loud rave music and multiple colourful spotlights moved around. Out of the boat jumped a cactus-like Pokémon with pink flowers on his ear-like appendages. On his forehead was a small, yellow spike. Below it were his yellow eyes and spiky mouth. Instead of legs, he had a base with some root-like extensions.
“The Party Master is here!” The Maractus greeted loudly, flailing his arms. Calming down a bit, he looked around. “Hey, where’s the party at? Am I in the wrong place or something?”
“Nope, you’re at the right place. Now stop talking and get moving Enrique, more contestants are on their way.” Deoxys pointed at the rest of the campers with her tentacles. Enrique simply danced his way to them.
New boat, new contestant, you get the point. This time, the contestant was female human-looking Pokémon clad in a white dress with a green underside. Her green hair curled to the sides of her head, while her white head was shaped like a masquerade mask. Her green arms were thin, resembling gloves.
“Amelia. Welcome. Now get out of my sight.” The Gardevoir looked at her confusingly, but kept smiling and joined her fellow competitors.
The next boat was approaching the dock at an alarming speed. On the deck was blue, bipedal water rabbit with a white, bubble/patterned underside. Her long, thin ears were moving in the wind, while she bounced of her wiry, black tail with a blue bubble at the end.
“Hi guys!” The Azumarill frantically waved at all the people on the dock happily. Mason let out a whistle.
“She’s pretty good-lookin’!” He grinned. It looks like he found someone to hook up with.
Suddenly, the boat screeched to a halt and the Azumarill was flung off the boat, getting her head stuck in one of the cabin walls. “I’m okay!” she reassured.
“I was hoping you weren’t. I’d love one less camper to deal with…” Deoxys muttered to herself.
“What was that?” Amelia eyed Deoxys curiously.
“I said “Someone get Bubbles”.”
Looks of confusion were exchanged.
“The Azumarill, you morons!”
Mason went running. He was probably going to flirt with the Aqua Rabbit.
Meanwhile, another contestant arrived. He was a red, snail-like Pokémon whose body appeared to be consisted of magma. Large, yellow eyes looked at Deoxys carefully, while large blobs of magma hung from the corners of his mouth. On his back was a big, black shell, with multiple cracks, making it look like it would crumble from the slightest touch. Some flames erupted from the cracks every so often.
“Hello… Cherufe? What kind of a name is that?!” Deoxys questioned.
“We have a Grumpig named Noki, you know. It counts as a weird name too.” Bethany interjected.
“Yes, but Jirachi filled me in that that was a diminutive for Pinocchio. What’s this guy named after?”
“Myyyyyyyyyyyyyy naaaaaaaaaaaame iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis baaaaaaaaaased ooooooooooon theeeeeeeeeee myyyyyyyyyythiiiiiiiiiiicaaaaaal beeeeeeeeeaaaaast Cheeeeeeeeruuuuuuuuuufe, rooooooooock aaaaaaand maaaaaagmaaaaaa creaaaaaaatuuuuuuures thaaaaaat siiiiiiiimbooooooliiiiiiiize saaaaaafetyyyyyyyy duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuriiiiiiiiiiing eaaaaaaaaarthquaaaaaaakes.” The Magcargo explained.
“I have no idea what you just said, so just go over to the other campers and don’t talk ever again. That ridiculously slow voice of yours annoys me. It’s like your drunk.”
Cherufe did so. Very slowly, yes, but he did it.
“Wait, how is this dock not burning down to the ground? Magcargo are made of magma that is over 18.000 degrees Farenheit!” Sahara questioned.
“We took some… precautions. Precautions brutal enough to make your head explode, so let’s just say a wizard did it and call it a day.” Deoxys winced once she said “a wizard did it”. She hated that expression. There was no such thing as wizards. Only science. SCIENCE.
The next boat had arrived, while Cherufe was still halfway through the dock. Out of it came two dragon-like, female Pokémon, who were hugging each other and, since I find no better word to describe it, ‘eee-ing’.
The first dragon was a large, reptilian, hunchbacked blue dragon with a red head. Her arms were much longer then her legs, adorned with multiple red spikes on them and on her tail. Her blue wings were small and thistle leave-shaped, looking too weak to give her the ability to fly. Multiple olive football shaped scutes were on her belly.
The second dragon was large and insect-like, looking like a dragonfly, green in colouration. Two rhombus-shaped wings with a red rim sprouted from her back, giving her the ability to fly. Along with small arms and feet, she had a striped tail with three small, green rhombus shapes with red rims at the tip. Covering her eyes were a pair of red-lensed goggles and from her head sprouted two green antennae which pointed back.
“Spira…” The Druddigon nodded at her name, while she ‘eee-ed’ a bit more.
“And Iris…” The Flygon joined her friend, ‘eee-ing’ even louder.
Deoxys actually looked polite and kind, for once. Maybe ‘eee-ing’ was the secret to keeping her calm?
“Let me be the first to say… SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!”
Didn’t look like it.
Spira spoke up. “We’re soooo sorry if we annoyed you, but I’m so HAPPY about the fact that I can spend time with Iris!”
“Oh, my God, me TOO! I love how we always think what the other one is thinking! It’s like we share a soul!” Iris added, hugging her friend and ‘eee-ing’ a bit more.
“You share a brain. A tiny one at that.” Giggling and ‘eee-ing’, both of them walked over to the rest of the competitors, giggling and attempting to flirt with Hercules, only to be shot down once he spoke.
New boat. A small, purple, goblin Pokémon jumped out, looking at everything around him with his large, diamond eyes. He had an oval, red gemstone on his chest.
“Shad. Welcome.” Deoxys said, boringly. The Sableye looked at the DNA Pokémon.
“U-um. H-he-hello. I h-hope y-you re-received my a-al-allergy l-list.”
“Yeah, yeah, just go over there and wait with the other campers.” Deoxys pointed to the campers with her tentacles. She noticed Jirachi approaching with Mason and Bubbles floating next to her. Mason had a bunch of vanilla on his head, while Bubbles was covered in pasta. Deoxys decided not to question.
“Better?” she asked her instead, after Jirachi left them with the other contestants.
Jirachi nodded. “Are they all here yet?”
“We’re one short. She’s coming now.”
Jirachi grinned. Deoxys looked confused. Then she understood.
“That’s what-“
“No. Just… no.”
The final boat arrived, and out came a large, purple, quadruped scorpion-like Pokémon. She had pointy eyes, with blue upper portions and white fang-like features stemming from her mouth. From her head sprouted two huge claws with a blue marking on their undersides, like the one she has on her tail-claw.
“Cecilia, welcome! You’re the final contestant.” Cecilia just nodded. Walking over to the other campers, she suddenly stopped as soon as she saw Helga. Then, she continued walking.
“All right! All twenty-two of our campers have arrived, so let’s head out to the Mess Hall and brief you on the situation.” And with that, twenty-four Pokémon set off to the large building that was the Mess Hall.
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The Mess Hall, like the cabins Bubbles had crashed into and the dock, was run down. The wooden walls were patched up in various places, giving off the feeling that the building was very old and could crumble at any time. Two long tables with eleven seats each were side-by-side: the one with the red and white tablecloth was on the left, while the one with the blue and white tablecloth was on the right. There was a door leading to the kitchen, right next to the area where the contestants would pick up their food.
“Okay, so you all know the rules, I hope?” The twenty-two campers nodded. “Perfect! I’ll let Deoxys put you in your respective teams while I prepare the first challenge.” Jirachi was about to leave, when one of the campers started complaining.
“Wait, we’re going to do a challenge NOW? But we just got here!” Jirachi turned around to face Sahara.
“Well, I believe the host decides that, and since I’m the host, we’re doing the challenge!” Jirachi said. She grinned. “Unless… you want to forfeit the game already?”
Sahara gulped and shook her head.
“Good. See ya!” Jirachi left the building faster than the speed of light, leaving behind a very bored and frustrated Deoxys with twenty-two Pokémon.
“Alright, listen up, morons! I will now assign you to your teams. We’ll start with the Heavenly Ho-ohs, so, when I call your name, head over to the red table. Anyone I do not call should head to the blue table on the right. Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Great. Now…” Deoxys grabbed a list from one of the tables and started reading it.
“Knightley! Lucy! Bethany! Helga! Mason! Shad! Bubbles! Vivaldi! Iris! Weasel Von Idiot! And Amelia!”
One by one, each Pokémon headed to the red table, except the one whom Deoxys called ‘Weasel Von Idiot’.
It’s fairly obvious who she was referring to.
Nathaniel stood there, smiling at Deoxys, as if taunting her. The DNA Pokémon was dangerously close to severely hurting the weasel, but was prevented because of the possible lawsuits that could occur.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to the red table!”
“I didn’t hear my name.”
“But I called your name.”
“My name isn’t Weasel Von Idiot.”
“Who said that was meant for you?” Nathaniel’s smile disappeared. She had won this round, but he was only moving from that spot when she called her real name.
“Oh, fine. Nathaniel. You’re in the Heavenly Ho-ohs.” As Nathaniel walked over, Deoxys continued. “That means Hercules, Enrique, DJ, Picazzo, Monica, Maple, Sahara, Spira, Cecilia, Cherufe and Noki are part of the Lustrous Lugias and belong at the blue table.” The remaining campers had walked off to the blue table, but suddenly whining was heard. When everyone saw what the problem was, they nearly groaned.
Iris and Spira were clinging to Deoxys’ legs, begging for Deoxys to put them in the same team as eachother. Deoxys, in response, started swearing her head off. Both of them retreated to their respective teams, extremely sad.
A moment of silence occurred, waiting for Deoxys to speak up. Not even Nathaniel dared to say something, in fear of Deoxys’ terrible temper. Every so often, a small sob came from Iris or Spira, but soon, the silence would fill the room again.
Untill Deoxys decided to break it.
“Well, now that I’ve scarred you all mentally and my ears are functioning properly again,” she could’ve sworn Nathaniel had whispered “She has ears?...” to Knightley, but she couldn’t be sure,” I will escort you to your cabins. They will be NOT co-ed,” Mason groaned at this, “and there will be four cabins: one for the male Ho-ohs, one for the female Ho-ohs, one for the male Lugias and one for the female Lugias. Any questions?”
Iris and Spira raised their hands.
“Put your hands down. Now.”
They obeyed.
“Good. Now go unpack your things and meet us at Dive Cliff in an hour.”
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“This,” Jirachi said, as she showcased the inside of a filthy, dirty, wooden outhouse, “is our confessional. Here our contestants will dish the dirt on their fellow campers, get something off their chest, etc. Naturally, since this is private, we’ll be showing this only to you… well, most of the time.” Jirachi grinned maliciously.
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“Well, I got my eyes on that blue bunny chick.” Mason grinned. “She’ll be ALL over me when this is over.”
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Picazzo stared at the picture of Monica he had managed to snag from Jirachi’s office awhile ago. He sighed. “Primadonna… why won’t you let me paint you?”
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“Pop goes the Furret!” Maple sang, as multiple… err, digestive noises came from her behind. She sighed in relief and giggled.
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As the contestants climbed Dive Cliff, they wondered what the challenge was going to be. Bethany and Helga chatted with each-other, speculating on the challenge, while Sahara kept a close eye on Spira, who was all over Iris. The Mandibuzz grinned. She knew who to vote out if they lost the challenge.
Once they reached the rocky, desolate top of Dive Cliff, they saw Jirachi and Deoxys awaiting for them.
“Welcome, campers! Your first challenge…” Jirachi gestured to the end of the cliff, “is to jump of this cliff and land in your team circle!”
Everyone’s jaw dropped.
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Knightley looked extremely scared. “Holy Mother of BEEP, is this BEEP crazy?!”
***
And there you go!
Favourites up until now... Oh dear God, I think I'm going to have a blast writing out Hercules. My God, I was eager to write out that scene. xD
Lucy is also one character I'm going to love writing out. Speaking of Lucy, I'm going to do a little contest, if the mods who read this allow it.
Lucy is based off one of my favourite characters in the universe. Every time I see that character, I laugh like HELL. I had to base her off that character. What do I want you to do?
Every Episode, I'm going to give a hint to the character I'm basing her off of. The first reviewer who guesses that character correctly will have their favourite contestant get a bonus in the following challenge. And the first clue is...
You don't see those last names everyday.
Also, in your review, I'd love it if you could tell me who your favoutrite contestant is.
... Wow, that was long. Review guys!
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