Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

La la la, I'm not flaking~~ Anyways, enjoy chapter-what is this?-5 before Slendy Mendy comes and eats you! ~Wildfire

Created by xXWildfire33198Xx on Sunday, August 26, 2012

Chapter Selector

Chapter 5: The Soon-To-Be Infamous Team Plasma and N

Christina/White’s POV

“Woo! We did it, Black! We got to Accumula! Where should we go first!” I yelled excitedly, jumping around with Oshawott, laughing.

“Well, we could explore down there, go up there, or go right to the Pokémon Center and continue with the plotline,” he said, smiling slightly at my childish behavior.

“We should go down, up, then on with the plotline. We can explore elsewhere in town later. but we should be fast; we don’t have unlimited daylight here,” I said, trying to tone down my excitement so I didn’t seem like a tourist in a place I probably had gone to in my ‘past’.

Black nods, then recalls his Patrat, letting out his Oshawott, before heading towards the stairs to the lower level of town.

I gave him a quizzical look, wondering why he did that.

“I want Oshawott out when we meet N, just in case I have to battle him. I don’t want to be battling his Purrloin with Patrat,” Black explains, noticing my look.

I nodded, then proceeded to lead the way down the stairs.

“You started with an Oshawott? You must be a cool person, then,” a little boy said to us before going back to his toys.

“Well then, that’s odd,” Black said slowly.

“What? You never talked to him before?” I asked as we moved out of earshot.


“That explains it.”

He shrugged before entering a house with the door wide open.

“Hi there! You must be new trainers! Have a free Pokéball, on me!” a fatherly man said, giving us the aforementioned red and white ball.

“Thank you!” we chorused.

“Could you please play with my daughter upstairs for a bit? She doesn’t have any friends her own age,” the man said, motioning us to the stairs.

“Sure!” I chirped, leading the way up and into the girl’s room.

“Hi! Did my daddy send you up to play with me?” a small girl of about six asked.

“Yes he did, sweetie. What do you want to play?” I asked, crouching down to her level.

“Let’s play Grass-Fire-Water! Grass beats Water, Water beats Fire, and Fire beats Grass. Ready?”

I nodded, then began counting with the girl.


“Water!” I cried.

“Grass!” the girl said.

“Yay! I won! Wanna play again?”



“Fire!” I said.

“Grass!” the girl said once more.

“Yay! You won! Your turn, boy!” the girl said happily, turning to Black.


“Grass,” he said quickly.


“Yay! You won! Wanna play again?”

He nodded before beginning to count with the girl.




“Yay! I won! You two should get going on your journey now! Bye-bye!” the girl chirped before going back to her toys.

We shrugged at each other, before saying good-bye and leaving.

“Let’s go visit the musician’s place before the center,” Black said, looking eager.

“Ok!” I chirped, following him as we headed up the narrow stairs.

We soon entered the house and the musicians willingly began to play, their beautiful music drifting all over town.

We stayed for a bit, before quietly leaving, since our hosts were absorbed in their music.

“Onwards to the Pokémon Center!” I yelled, leading the charge down the stairs and into the center.

We entered the building only to be ambushed my Professor Juniper and Bianca. The Prof. proceed to show us how to heal our Pokémon and use the PC before showing us the Pokémart section.

“I’m going to use the PC real quick. I’ll be right back,” I said before running off.

I quickly deposited Patrat and Lillipup into the PC, feeling kinda bad. I mean, I’m in the game now, and this is my new reality. Those Pokémon are real now, not just a collection of pixels. They have feelings.

I buried any misgivings I had, promising myself I’d talk to the Prof. later.

I headed back to the Pokémart and bought some Potions and Pokéballs, knowing I’d need them soon.

“Ready to go?” Black asked, returning from the PC.

“Sure. We’ll see you around, Bianca!” I called as we left the center.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” one man asked another.

“I don’t know, let’s go check it out,” the other man replied.

Black and I gave each other a look before heading to the center of town.

We saw Cheren and went to stand beside him, me in between the two boys. Up on an elevated bit of land was a long line of weirdoes with ginger hair wearing a strange outfit. In front of them was a man with long tea green hair pulled back into a strange ponytail wearing a weird robe. Soon, the man began to speak.

"Thank you for coming to our presentation. My name is Ghetsis. I am here representing Team Plasma. Today, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to talk to you about Pokémon liberation," the man said in a knowing tone, like he was better than us.

Murmurs of “Huh?” and “What?” passed through the crowd. Cheren, Black, and I didn’t say a word, but my brow creased and I picked up Oshawott, noting that Black did the same.

Ghetsis paced over to the left to address the right side of the crowd while speaking. "I'm sure most of you believe that we humans and Pokémon are partners that have come to live together because we want and need each other. However…" He paused, probably for effct. "Is that really the truth? Have you even considered that perhaps we humans… only assume that this is the truth?"

He walked back to the center. "Pokémon are subject to the selfish commands of trainers…" He paused. "They get pushed around when they are our "partners" at work…" He put in another pause. He almost looked pained by the subject of what he was saying, like he had human emotions. "Can anyone say with confidence that there is no truth in what I'm saying?"

The crowd shuffled at looked around, murmuring once again.


“I don’t know…”

“No way!”

I looked at Black and mouthed the words “Bull shit.” earning a smirk.

The crowd silenced and focused back on Ghetsis as he walked to the left side of the crowd—almost directly in front of Cheren, Black, and I— and continued, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, Pokémon are different from humans. They are living beings that contain unknown potential. They are living beings from whom we humans have much to learn. Tell me, what is our responsibility toward these wonderful beings called Pokémon?" I could of sworn he looked right at Black and I, but his gaze seemed to meet everyone’s.

“What could it be?” one lady asked worriedly.

“Liberation?” a man questioned.

"That's right!" Ghetsis declared, somehow hearing that soft word as he moved back to the center of the plaza. "We must liberate the Pokémon! Then, and only then, will humans and Pokémon truly be equals. Everyone, I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between people and Pokémon… and the correct way to proceed."

I suppressed a growl, trying to keep myself from yelling back, giving my own speech-one that I perfected through many, many play throughs- that I typically did whenever I played.

“We sincerely appreciate your attention," he finished, and the people behind him did something—I don't even know how to describe it. With massive organization skills, they grabbed the two flags with the capital P they had at each end of the plaza, created two lines with a single man in front to make a protective formation around Ghetsis, and walked him off the side of the plaza. In seconds, it was empty. As if no one had been up there in the first place.

As the crowd began to leave, I heard people asking each other questions about the speech.

“About the speech…what should we do?” a man asked.

“Liberate Pokémon?! That’s not even possible!” a young man cried.

The crowd was soon gone, leaving only Black, Cheren, and I, along with another man standing a ways away.

“Pokémon…don’t like being around people?” Cheren questioned, looking concerned.

“No way! Not a chance! Pokémon are amazing beings and if they didn’t like being captured, they would have gotten away! They’re strong and smart enough to fend for themselves and if they didn’t like us, not even a Master Ball could keep them with us!” I yelled passionately.

“Osh, osha, wott wott OSHA!” my Oshawott shouted from my arms, banging her chest and waving her scalchop.

“That’s right! If Pokémon didn’t like people, then someone would have already done something! Yeah, there are bad people-like Team Rocket, Team Magma, Team Aqua, and Team Galactic-but if Pokémon needed to be freed from people, a champion like Red would have done it already! And we wouldn’t be on a journey, because everyone respects Red!” Black added loudly.

“Wott OSHA, osha osha WOTT!” Black’s Oshawott added, waving his scalchop around as if to make a point.

Cheren looked mildly miffed at the passion of our speeches, and our Pokémons’ responses.

The man who was earlier standing a bit away had moved closer and begun to speak.

“Your Pokémon…” he began slowly, “Just now it was saying…”

“Whoa, slow down. You talk too fast,” Cheren said, cutting the stranger off.

“Yo, chill your tits, Cheren. He wasn’t talking that fast,” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah, Cheren. Catch up, would ya?” Black said, smirking at our friend, causing him to scowl.

“And what’s this about Pokémon talking? That’s an odd thing to say,” Cheren continued, pretending to ignore us.

“Wow, Cheren, what rock have you been living under? A Pokémon’s cries mean something, and some Trainers can understand these cries if they’ve been with their Pokémon long enough,” I said, beginning to smirk myself.

Cheren gave me an annoyed look and punched me in the arm. The man ignored our squabble and continued.

“Oh, you three can’t understand them either…how sad…,” he sounded truly sad, like there was something wrong with us, yet he continued on anyways, “My name is N.”

“This White and Black, and I’m Cheren. We were asked to complete the Pokédex, my main goal is to become the Champion, though,” Cheren said, speaking for all of us.

“Complete the Pokédex…you’ll have to confine a lot of Pokémon to Pokéballs to do that, then. I’m a Trainer too, but I can’t help but wondering…are Pokémon really happy that way?” if N and Ghetsis weren’t related by blood-which would be surprising, since they both have the same shade of tea green hair-then they are most defiantly related by thought and maybe ideals. He looked up to where Ghetsis stood earlier before looking back-right at me. He stepped closer until he was standing right in front of me, causing me to look way up; he was real tall, and my hat was in the way. He looked at me, then my Oshawott.

“Well, White, is it? Let me hear your Pokémon’s voice again!” N said before stepping back a bit and releasing a purple cat-like Pokémon.

“Ah, the infamous Purrloin. Good luck, Chris,” Black murmured in my ear before backing off.

“Thanks, man. Alright Oshawott, let’s show these posers up!” I said energetically, placing Oshawott on the ground.

“Osha WOTT!” the otter Pokémon cried, winking back at me.

“Start things off right, girl, WATER GUN!” I yelled, attracting the attention of some random bystanders.

“Osha…WOTT!” my Pokémon yelled, shooting out a large amount of water at a high pressure, causing the Purrloin to fly backwards.

The cat let out a hiss of annoyance, not liking getting wet.

“More! Let me hear the voice of your Pokémon! Purrloin, Scratch!” N called to me. More? This coming from the guy who wince when his Pokémon got hit? Ok, whatever, weirdo.

His Purrloin raced at Oshawott and slashed her across the chest, leaving 3 long, bloody scratches.

“You wish is my command, my king,” I said sarcastically with a mocking bow, “You heard him, Oshawott, Water Gun!” N froze up when I called him ‘my king’, then relaxed when he realized I was mocking him.

“Osha WOTT!” Oshawott cried, once again shooting water at the Purrloin, who flew backwards and crashed into a lamppost, slumping to the ground, knocked out.

“I never expected a Pokémon to say such things…” N said, recalling his Pokémon.

I half-ignored him, rushing to my Pokémon, who met me halfway.

“Awesome job, girl! You did great! And that crit at the end, spectacular! How are your scratches doing? That Purrloin got you good, didn’t he?” I said, picking up my tiny Pokémon and checking her wounds.

“Osha osh! Osh osha wott!” my Pokémon cried happily, licking my check.

“Good, they aren’t that deep. You did so good out there, girl! We should be able to take on the first gym in no time!” I cheered, hugging her.

“Pokémon will never be perfect beings. Not the way they are now. I have to change the world for Pokémon because they are my friends,” N’s voice cut through our celebrating, causing me to look up just in time to see the remorseful look across his face.

“No can be perfect, we can only strive to be the best we can be. I can only speak for myself, but I am striving and will always strive to be friends with my Pokémon and help them be the best they can be. I kind of owe it to them, since they have done and will do so much for me,” I said, smiling down at the Oshawott in my arms.

“Is that really what you believe to be the truth? But do you wonder how the Pokémon themselves think? Trainers battling Pokémon… using them for competition… not caring what the Pokémon themselves feel… Pokémon will never be able to rise to their true potential with people holding them back like this." N said, scoffing at me.

Without letting me have a chance to make a comeback, he turned and walked away.

“Huh…strange guy,” Cheren commented, turning to me, “But I'm not going to worry about it, and I suggest you don't either. Trainers and Pokémon help each other out!" I nodded, completely agreeing.

“Listen, I’m going on ahead. I want to battle the gym leader in the next town—Striaton City. The best way for a trainer to become stronger is to challenge the gym leaders in each area," Cheren told us, before walking in same direction N went.

“Well, that was rude. He didn’t even say good-bye,” Black said, speaking for the first time since we saw N.

“We’ll be seeing him soon enough. Listen, I want to heal Oshawott real quick before we head out. I want to get to Striaton before nightfall,” I said, beginning to move towards the Pokémon center.

“Good idea. I’m going to go exploring. I’ll meet you by the Route 2 Gate in, let’s say, a half-hour. Sound good?” Black asked.

“Sounds good. See you then,” I said, starting to run to the Center, waving back at Black.



A/N: Woo! Chapter 5 done! Another 9 page one, but I had to cut it off, because I don’t want to make the chapters too long, since I want to stretch what I have out. Plus, I hit the over 10,000 word mark! That means I give you roughly 2,000 words a chapter.

Next time, we shall take a look back at the real word and how the real Black and White are fairing. xD, this should be amusing! Also, we will may head into Route 2 with our main heroes. We’ll see how I’m feeling after seeing how the real Black and White are doing.

Please, tell me how I’m doing. Is this good? Bad? Awful? Stop now and leave forever? Please R&R so I know how you feel! Also, tell me what you want to see, and tell me how you want to get what-like who you want to get which Legendary trio- Cobalion, Terrakion, and Virizion being one, Tornadus,Thunderus, and Landorus being the other.

One last little thing before I send you on your merry way. I will not be updating anything at all-besides my journal to let you know I haven’t died yet-until the middle of September. Why? Because school starts for me on September 4th this year and I want to spend my the last bit of my summer with my friends, walking around, doing the last bit of summer work that I put off, and trying to make a passable whoopee pie!



Previous chapter|Next chapter

Did you like this story? Make one of your own!

Log in

Log in

Forgot Password?

or Register

Got An Idea? Get Started!


Feel like taking a personality quiz or testing your knowledge? Check out the Ultimate List.

If you're in the mood for a story, head over to the Stories Hub.

It's easy to find something you're into at Quizilla - just use the search box or browse our tags.

Ready to take the next step? Sign up for an account and start creating your own quizzes, stories, polls, poems and lyrics.

It's FREE and FUN.