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Default Metal Coat; ...is COMPLETE!

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Metal Coat;
and you thought being the good guy was hard.

Fan-Fiction Name: Metal Coat
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Just in case someone decided to go snooping through old threads to get a fic.

Chapter List:
ZERO; In this post
ONE; TWO; THREE;
FOUR; FIVE; SIX;
SEVEN; EIGHT; NINE;
TEN; ELEVEN; TWELVE;
THIRTEEN; FOURTEEN; FIFTEEN;
SIXTEEN; SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN;

So everything's not perfect -
doesn't matter! Cuz you'll rework it.
Nothing's holding you...
Never stopping, never stopping,
never stopping NOW!

Previously known as The Galaxy Key - For now this will be rated PG.

Hello and welcome to my latest (well, okay. First) fanfiction, Metal Coat. Unlike some of my previous attempts at writing something of this nature, I have planned out an interesting plotline in which...well, how about you read the Chapters as they come out instead; it's more fun that way. This fanfic will update every Friday or Saturday, but if I am on vacation or can't make it on, I will do my best to tell you in advance. Now, without further ado, I present to you the prologue of Metal Coat in all of it's glory...


BEGIN Chapter Zero;
Personality Quiz
“A Ditto.” Came the words vibrating from a pink blob of shapeless mass.

It was with an Arcanine, in a white box-shaped room. There was no windows, no doors, and no lighting except for a fire in a pit created by the Arcanine so that his interrogate could see anything. Usually, not being able to see unnerves humans. It was fairly annoying.

“Well, you can’t take the form of a human anymore, can you? So, in order to give you some sort of form without a true Pokemon, you are now a Ditto. If you hated it, it won’t last for long.”

A large dog Pokemon stood in front of the Ditto. It was mostly covered by a large, fluffy mass of cream fur, but orange fur striped with black was visible in some places. Broad paws supported this large mass of fluff and bone, and orange dog ears perked up from its snouted face. Said face had a snout covered by more cream fur, and a large tuft of cream-colored hair above its eyes. Its tail was composed of – surprise, surprise – cream-colored fur. The Arcanine was not amused.

“Point taken.” The Ditto said emotionlessly.

“Right, then. My assistant briefed you on the process we will be going through, correct?” The Arcanine lowered his head slightly.

“If your ‘assistant’ was the Growlithe that was standing in your position before you were, then no. He acted completely mute.” Came another blank reply from the Ditto.

“Really. Then I suppose I shall explain to you myself.” The Arcanine sighed and recited something he was clearly quite used to saying. “I am going to give you a personality quiz – yes, yes. A personality quiz. Even if you have barely any personality at all.” The Arcanine frowned disapprovingly at this point. “Even though the questions may seem outlandish and very random, they will play a part in choosing which Pokemon you will be serving your… visit… as. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Good. There will be eleven questions on this test… think especially hard about the last one.”

“And why am I required to do that?” The Arcanine’s reply to this was a wry smile.

“Forget it. First question…” The Arcanine coughed, and spoke again. “There is an alien invasion. What do you do?”

TEN QUESTIONS LATER

“Last question.” The Arcanine smiled wryly again at this point.

The Ditto he was interrogating was clearly not amused. “What ridiculous question are you going to make me answer now?” He asked. “A simple one.” The Arcanine paused for dramatic effect, then…

“Which Basic Pokemon do you want to serve your punishment as?”


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It was not a dark and stormy night. That much was certain. In fact, it was a rather nice day, around one in the afternoon. Wingulls were flying around in the thermals above the seashore, making a racket like you’d never believe (but was normal for the Wingulls around here). The Wingulls seemed to be having a ball – so much of a ball, in fact, that they failed to notice the unconscious Magnemite lying on the sand below them. Shame on you, Wingulls.

Slowly, the metallic Pokemon came to. The robotic eye in the center of his body began to flick about as the programs began to run. Slowly the Magnemite brought himself into the air with that levitating ability that Magnemites are so lucky to have (but was probably brought about by the magnet presumably in the center of their body and the other magnet in the middle of the Earth), and waggled his left magnet.

As he stayed there examining himself, a couple of creatures padded on to the beach. One of them was a yellow rat-like specimen on all four short, stubby legs, and the (to most people) unmistakable lightning bolt tail bobbing behind it. It had large black eyes and red circles on each of its cheeks, as well as brown-tipped, long ears stuck on near the top of its head. It was, unmistakably, a Pikachu.

The other resembled more of a cream-furred cat. There was a shiny gold-colored coin in the middle of its forehead, wedged between two triangle-shaped brown ears. It had large green eyes on a round face, with pointed teeth and whiskers on either side. Its cream body was more ovular, with three sharp claws (sheathable, how convenient) on the end of its arms and longer brown paws for its feet. A brown tail curled into a spiral stuck out behind.

“What the…“ The Meowth looked up from her deep conversation with her Pikachu friend. “Caro, there’s a Magnemite on the beach.” She whispered softly to him, as the Pikachu’s brown-tipped ears twitched to catch her message.

“Looks like it, Kris.” he nodded back, speaking as if he were a Solid Snake rip-off on a Super Secret Invasion Scoping Mission Command. Kris, the Meowth, rolled her eyes and padded up to the metal Pokemon.

“’Scuse me, sir,” she said, to which the Magnemite turned around silently, “are you okay? I’ve never seen you around here before.” Caro plodded beside her, and bowed slightly. “No,” the Magnemite replied emotionlessly, “I don’t suppose you have. I’ve come from… a long way away.”

“I see,” Kris nodded, “so you’re a foreigner. I’m Kris, and this is my friend Caro.” She indicated the Pikachu with her tail. “I am pleased to meet you both.” He twitched a magnet in acknowledgment. Kris nodded, which was soon replaced by a puzzled expression. “We’ve given you our names – so what’s yours?”

No reply except a soft buzzing.

“Mister? Are you okay?” Caro frowned at him, holding up a paw and waving it in front of the Magnemite. He whirred loudly, as if just realizing he had zoned out in the middle of a conversation. “I apologize,” he said in the same blank tone, “I seemed to have blacked out for a while. You may call me Helio.”

“He really is a foreigner.” Caro muttered under his breath, followed by a hiss and a frown from Kris. After that, she ignored it as if he had never made a comment, and asked Helio another question: “Do you have a place to stay?”

“Alas, I don’t.” Helio said, as further low whirring came from his body. Caro frowned, and Helio explained it to him. “Machine. Periodical whirring noises. Natural thing.”

She nodded. “Well, then, you can just stay with us!” Caro turned from frowning to staring slack-jawed at the cheery Meowth. “Thank you for the offer,” he said, “but I don’t wish to be much of a burden to you.” Kris shook her head. “You won’t be any burden. We’ll find some place in the Team for you.” She turned around and signaled with her tail for him and Caro to follow her off the scene.

Team…? Helio thought as he followed after the other two.

This all seems fairly uninteresting, doesn’t it? It looks like another PMD chronicle. If you have any of that perception, please, discard it now. For, you see, this is not an ordinary PMD chronicle. Helio is not prone to zoning out – there was a different reason why he presented his name that way. And neither Caro nor Kris has any idea what mess they’ve got themselves into – and what a mess it will be.
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(For the longest time I was telling myself that I would come back to PE2K once I had something artsy and cool to contribute... but that's too much effort. GIRA IS BACK!)

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