AGNPH Stories

Book 1: Not Totally Generic by mechsrule


Story Notes:

Oh and thank you for 10000 views. Wish I could do something special...Oh wait, I did. New goal: 20000(on top 10s!)(Man the competition is fierce.)I'm a writer. I tried writing on fur affinity, but the server there has crashed and no one has seriously commented on my stories. I'm hoping for some comments on this new story which I am releasing here first. Axe that, only here. Especially since I'm so close to getting on the top ten for most words(about 20000 more) and potentially most reads(more then 5000 now) I'll put the general disclaimer here. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners, Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures inc, and Pokemon. The original characters and plot are the property of me. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Pokemon. No copyright infringement is intended. If you are offended by anything in this story, then you have a serious problem being offended by something no one force you to read but I don't care enough so don't complain to me if you end up offended.

Chapter 1: The totally not generic introductory chapter

"Night Mech!" his mother called after him. He walked up the stairs and into his room and shut the door behind him. He was just your average generic teen. Average height with brown hair that refused to stay straight after it got an inch long. He was thin and not very athletic, about 5' 10" and a bit of a nerd but lazy and easily bored or depressed at the stupidity around him. His name was Mechsrule but everyone called him Mech. He didn't care and preferred the abbreviation it was summer so he was wearing what ever was on top in his dresser. He slumped down on the bed sighing before turning over to watch his guinea pig. But the pig was asleep so Mech resumed staring at the ceiling, wishing something interesting would happen in his life because his future looked bleak and he was too lazy to do much about it. He would have flicked open a game but his mother had taken them to get him to be less lazy when it had had the opposite effect.
He lay there for a while thinking well after his parents had gone to sleep when his cell phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw the text message reading:
"If you want to have an adventure like no other meet me in your backyard in half an hour. Bring supplies for travel and cold weather clothing."
"Great" he thought. Another one of his friend Bob's crazy ideas. His friend was like a non identical clone of himself. They played similar games watched the same shows and acted almost the same. Bob was also easily bored and to a proactive approach by coming up with ideas to create excitement but none ended up working but they did relieve the monotony.
So against his better judgment Mech began stuffing supplies into his backpack. After raiding the kitchen for nonperishable he took stock of what he had:
Food for 2 days at a stretch
2 sets of clothing
2 water bottles
toothbrush and toothpaste
walking stick
knife that was more of a machete wannabe
cell phone
Not much but for how long this would last it would be enough. He downed his trademark black sweatshirt before making his way out the window and into the chilly night.
Despite being summer it was surprisingly cold and he was glad he had the sweatshirt and the long pants he happened to be wearing. As he made his way through the yard a breeze started up but he didn't really take notice. He stood in the backyard waiting for Bob and wondering how Bob planned to get there living on the far side of the next town a several hour walking distance. He was about to take his phone out and call Bob when a voice from behind stopped him and he almost dropped the phone in shock. He put it away and turned to see the source. Standing a few feet away was someone or something in a black cloak. Mech strained to see but the hood hit their face. Not knowing what to expect he drew the knife out from his belt and addressed the figure.
"Who are you?" he asked tightening his grip on the knife in a fashion that if there was more light would have been very obvious.
"My name is of no importance. Yet" the figure said, or seemed to say as the voice seemed to come from all around and not from a single source.
"Are you the one who sent me the message?"
"Yes I am."
"Because like you I am bored and I was looking for a bit of fun."
"Back off pervert!" Mech threatened brandishing the weapon, preparing to counter a charge. Instead the figure just stood there unmoving.
"I am not here to harm you in anyway, at least not now. What I called you and you alone for is this." He said waving his arm calling Mech's attention to what appeared to be circular area of heat distortion hovering in the air which was odd due to the temperature and the lack of light or angle. "This is the only way you can escape your miserable destiny here."
"Well I don't have much to lose" Mech decided out loud and walked over to the distortion. He examined if for a moment. It was just a simmering patch of air with no depth. Nervously he reached out to touch it, but when his fingers hit the glimmering space he felt nothing so he reached closer and started penetrating the distortion. It felt like trying to walk through jello or a think pudding but something told him to grin and bare it. He closed his eyes and pushed through it. Finally he pulled himself through and when he opened his eyes he was shocked to be standing in a wasteland. He turned to go back but the patch was gone.
He collapsed to the ground wondering if this was all a dream, or if it wasn't how he would get out of where ever he was. Then he heard the figures voice and wheeled around tightly gripping the knife handle.
"Like the place? I feel the lack of life complement the lack of hope and joy in this land." He figure said still throwing his voice from all sides.
"Or inside my mind" thought Mech, shivering at the thought. "Why does it look this way?"
"I made it this way, or rather I will."
"Huh?" asked Mech
"What you are seeing is the future not of your world but one just as full of those useless sacks you call life."
"That's a great way to relate to people."
"I don't recall saying I cared about your opinion."
"Well I don't care what you are going to do or have done; I just want to go home. So if you could just show me the exit I'll be on my way" he said returning the knife to his belt, just hooking it under the belt lacking a proper sheath for it.
"You may not go just yet."
"Well when can I?"
"After you defeat me in combat." He said plainly
"Fine, I will" announced Mech redrawing the knife and leaping at the figure only to be caught mid jump. He looked around wildly but could not see what was supporting him. He glanced at the figure that after a moment turned to him and continued speaking.
"Not now, you wouldn't stand a chance. I could destroy you with a thought."
"Then why say I have to fight you?"
"You will but not now. You still have a lot to learn, a lot to do if you ever want to go home. Don't feel rushed; by all means take your time. The world won't become like this until you die at my hand."
"So just kill me and get it over with."
"That isn't very sporty and there's the whole this is the future and it only works in the past. You don't need to understand it, just except it. This is the future and I've already killed you in the past but I need to do this to preserve the timeline and blah blah etc. I'm going to send you back to when you should be. All you have to do is futilely build up your strength and try to beat me."
"How will I find you if I don't know what you even look like, or do you want be to beat up every guy I see wearing a black cloak?"
"Sigh. Take a good look because I'm about to send you back." He said pulling the hood off. Mech gasped in astonishment. The figure was not human, but sort of catlike but again like a horrible lab accident. "Now then, your on your way." He raised his arm and tendrils of energy whipped out and latched onto Mech. Energy coursed through them into Mech causing him to scream from the pain. However through the pain he felt his subconscious tugging on the tendrils and taking something from them before returning to obscurity in the back of his mind. After a few seconds further of the torture the world blurred before he passed out from the pain.
Chapter End Notes:Feel free to comment. Please, I need to know how to improve my writing and I would appreciate any criticism
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