Hello Pokebeach! So, anyone remember that thing I did a really long time ago, where I wrote and intro to a nuzlocke story and then never wrote anything else? Well, I'm not going to do that again! Here's a story that, if taken well by the forums, will actually be written! Here we go:
Though the story may not always show it, these are the rules I am playing by, so help me Cuthulu.
As one final side note, critiques and honest feed back are more than welcome, and fanart (though I'm not excepting any) is appreciated!
The prologue will be up in the next few minutes, aka as soon as I add the forum-lingo to it to bold things, put things in quotes, etc.
At the start of any normal morning, Crimson would have been awoken by the soft knocking of his mother's fist on his bedroom door, followed promptly by the screeching of his alarm clock. Rolling out of bed, Crimson would usually throw on the nearest t-shirt and pair of jeans, and top off his look with his signature red jacket and matching hat. He'd mark off another day on his calendar, and remind himself of how many days he had left before he could turn eighteen, get a trainer's license, and being his very own pokèmon adventure. Except, today, for some reason, he was already out of bed. Across the room. On the floor.
And his bed was on fire.
Having been jolted awake, then slammed up against a wall seconds later, Crimson wasn't sure whether or not to get up or play dead.
His mother's scream gave him an answer.
Pulling himself off the ground, proud of himself for having only stumbled a little, the situation began to unfold itself before him. A hole in his second-story bedroom wall the size of a fridge let him see the whole town at once. Pallet Town, once renowned for it's tranquil atmosphere, dubbed "Most Relaxing Vacation Spot in Kanto!" by PokèMom's Weekly magazine, could hardly be recognized. Crimson instead found himself looking on a war zone, with one side fighting, and the other being slaughtered. Dragonites flew overhead, blasting anything that fought back out of existence with horrifying ease. Ninetails chased down runners, setting any building sheltering townsfolk ablaze. Trainers who stood to protect their family and friends were tossed aside quickly, unable to even buy time for those who could not defend themselves. Crimson was frozen, without even a word to describe what he was seeing. This was surely the end.
"C-mson!" a voice pierced through the terror, though hazy. "Crim-n!"
A second scream of pain finally broke through, and Crimson turned towards the stairs leading to his living room.
"Mom!"
"Crimson!" his mother yelled a third time, as he stormed downstairs to meet her.
"Mom!" The boy's eyes fell onto the only thing that could possibly scare him more than what he had just seen. His mother, crying out for help, and pinned to the floor, shoulders down buried in rubble. Her free arm reached out to him, holding a single, spherical object. Crimson ignored it. "Mom! Hold on! I'm getting you out!" He began to struggle with a fallen crossbeam. "We've got to get out! Everything's... Everyone's... Will you start pulling yourself up, Mom!?"
"Crimson, listen to me!" the boy's mother yelled at him. Her arm, still extended, was shaking, struggling to hold itself up. "You have to take this... and go!"
"Kal can't help us now, he's too small! You need to wriggle out! Come on, Mom, now!"
"Crimson will you listen to me for once!" Tears streaming from her eyes, Crimson's mother knew the truth that her boy would refuse to accept. "You're a smart boy, athletic, but not nearly strong enough to get me out! You have to go!"
"I won't leave you! I can't!" The boy continued to struggle.
Crimson's mother was nearing the last of her patience, and the last of her time. "Crimson! You. Will. Listen to me!" she shouted with the last of her adrenaline. Crimson, taken aback, finally looked towards his mother's face again. Her eyes were tired, and her breath was weak. With a sincere smile, and a look of pride in her eyes, she reach out her hand again, and this time, her son took it. "You're fast. Faster than anyone else in this town. Get out." Her arm gave out, reling on her son's to stay up. "Run to Pewter... Find someone to take you in... Kal will keep you safe..."
Crimson looked down on his mother, as she sighed, and head rested down on the ground. "Mom..."
Her eyes began to close. "Keep... safe..."
"Mom..." Crimson fell to his knees, too shocked to move. The world collapsed around him, and his mind became flooded with one thing only; fear. Fear of the world he was just left alone in. fear of the fate that awaited him the second he stood up. Fear of all of the unknowns that had just been thrust upon him. Crimson, beginning to fully process his new orphaned status, was too scared to even cry. But fear slowly changed to anger, and then anger to fury, as precious minutes passed by. Standing up, the boy looked at the parting gift he received from his now late mother. "Kal..." he spoke coldly, "You're too small to fight." he paused, breathing in deep, holding back the tears that tried to find their way free. "But I would never dream of walking out that door, into the depths of Hell itself, with anything less than my childhood pet, my best friend." The front sensor of the pokèball blinked white three time in response, then turned blue, before fading back to normal. Crimson managed to crack a small smile as the pokèmon inside accepted him as it's official master. "I guess I'll be getting my trainer's licenses after all."
Wiping the last tear off his face, Crimson said one last goodbye under his breath, and walked towards his front door. Ready to run, he swung it open, and took off. The dragons that floated above noticed him quickly, and began a barrage of fire blasts, thunderbolts, and other nasty attacks. Hardly outrunning them, Crimson booked it towards the front gates of his town. A few more yards, and he was home-free. That was, until "hardly outrunning them" was no longer true. One final blast sent Crimson flying through the air, clear over the walls that surrounded his home town, and into the tall grass patches of Route1. The impact was too great for the young 17 year old to handle, as with a few bounces, Crimson went limp, unconscious.
Pokèmon- Passion Red
A FireRed Nuzlocke Story
Though the story may not always show it, these are the rules I am playing by, so help me Cuthulu.
As one final side note, critiques and honest feed back are more than welcome, and fanart (though I'm not excepting any) is appreciated!
The prologue will be up in the next few minutes, aka as soon as I add the forum-lingo to it to bold things, put things in quotes, etc.
Prologue- Starting Fires
At the start of any normal morning, Crimson would have been awoken by the soft knocking of his mother's fist on his bedroom door, followed promptly by the screeching of his alarm clock. Rolling out of bed, Crimson would usually throw on the nearest t-shirt and pair of jeans, and top off his look with his signature red jacket and matching hat. He'd mark off another day on his calendar, and remind himself of how many days he had left before he could turn eighteen, get a trainer's license, and being his very own pokèmon adventure. Except, today, for some reason, he was already out of bed. Across the room. On the floor.
And his bed was on fire.
Having been jolted awake, then slammed up against a wall seconds later, Crimson wasn't sure whether or not to get up or play dead.
His mother's scream gave him an answer.
Pulling himself off the ground, proud of himself for having only stumbled a little, the situation began to unfold itself before him. A hole in his second-story bedroom wall the size of a fridge let him see the whole town at once. Pallet Town, once renowned for it's tranquil atmosphere, dubbed "Most Relaxing Vacation Spot in Kanto!" by PokèMom's Weekly magazine, could hardly be recognized. Crimson instead found himself looking on a war zone, with one side fighting, and the other being slaughtered. Dragonites flew overhead, blasting anything that fought back out of existence with horrifying ease. Ninetails chased down runners, setting any building sheltering townsfolk ablaze. Trainers who stood to protect their family and friends were tossed aside quickly, unable to even buy time for those who could not defend themselves. Crimson was frozen, without even a word to describe what he was seeing. This was surely the end.
"C-mson!" a voice pierced through the terror, though hazy. "Crim-n!"
A second scream of pain finally broke through, and Crimson turned towards the stairs leading to his living room.
"Mom!"
"Crimson!" his mother yelled a third time, as he stormed downstairs to meet her.
"Mom!" The boy's eyes fell onto the only thing that could possibly scare him more than what he had just seen. His mother, crying out for help, and pinned to the floor, shoulders down buried in rubble. Her free arm reached out to him, holding a single, spherical object. Crimson ignored it. "Mom! Hold on! I'm getting you out!" He began to struggle with a fallen crossbeam. "We've got to get out! Everything's... Everyone's... Will you start pulling yourself up, Mom!?"
"Crimson, listen to me!" the boy's mother yelled at him. Her arm, still extended, was shaking, struggling to hold itself up. "You have to take this... and go!"
"Kal can't help us now, he's too small! You need to wriggle out! Come on, Mom, now!"
"Crimson will you listen to me for once!" Tears streaming from her eyes, Crimson's mother knew the truth that her boy would refuse to accept. "You're a smart boy, athletic, but not nearly strong enough to get me out! You have to go!"
"I won't leave you! I can't!" The boy continued to struggle.
Crimson's mother was nearing the last of her patience, and the last of her time. "Crimson! You. Will. Listen to me!" she shouted with the last of her adrenaline. Crimson, taken aback, finally looked towards his mother's face again. Her eyes were tired, and her breath was weak. With a sincere smile, and a look of pride in her eyes, she reach out her hand again, and this time, her son took it. "You're fast. Faster than anyone else in this town. Get out." Her arm gave out, reling on her son's to stay up. "Run to Pewter... Find someone to take you in... Kal will keep you safe..."
Crimson looked down on his mother, as she sighed, and head rested down on the ground. "Mom..."
Her eyes began to close. "Keep... safe..."
"Mom..." Crimson fell to his knees, too shocked to move. The world collapsed around him, and his mind became flooded with one thing only; fear. Fear of the world he was just left alone in. fear of the fate that awaited him the second he stood up. Fear of all of the unknowns that had just been thrust upon him. Crimson, beginning to fully process his new orphaned status, was too scared to even cry. But fear slowly changed to anger, and then anger to fury, as precious minutes passed by. Standing up, the boy looked at the parting gift he received from his now late mother. "Kal..." he spoke coldly, "You're too small to fight." he paused, breathing in deep, holding back the tears that tried to find their way free. "But I would never dream of walking out that door, into the depths of Hell itself, with anything less than my childhood pet, my best friend." The front sensor of the pokèball blinked white three time in response, then turned blue, before fading back to normal. Crimson managed to crack a small smile as the pokèmon inside accepted him as it's official master. "I guess I'll be getting my trainer's licenses after all."
Wiping the last tear off his face, Crimson said one last goodbye under his breath, and walked towards his front door. Ready to run, he swung it open, and took off. The dragons that floated above noticed him quickly, and began a barrage of fire blasts, thunderbolts, and other nasty attacks. Hardly outrunning them, Crimson booked it towards the front gates of his town. A few more yards, and he was home-free. That was, until "hardly outrunning them" was no longer true. One final blast sent Crimson flying through the air, clear over the walls that surrounded his home town, and into the tall grass patches of Route1. The impact was too great for the young 17 year old to handle, as with a few bounces, Crimson went limp, unconscious.