Of Unknown Origin

"Of Unknown Origin" by TheDarkCat97
A shining, black combat boot humorously kicked the ajar laboratory door open. In walked a tall, slender young man. An Espion followed close behind.

"We're here!" he announced, flashing his white teeth. The Espion did the same.

"Ah, perfect timing, Gregory and Espion!" welcomed an older gentleman in a white lab coat. "I haven't seen you two in a while!" He bent down a bit and scratched behind Espion's ear, making him purr. The man then stood up straight and turned back to the man. He smiled warmly. "Congratulations on your graduation, Gregory!"

"Thank you, Professor Oak!" said Gregory sincerely with a light bow.

The professor squinted his deep brown eyes, examining her closely. Gregory's bony body was covered in bruises and bandages. "Gregory, did you get into another fight?!"

"Heh, you got me, Gramps!" said Gregory rubbing the back of his black haired head in embarrassment.

"What was it this time?" Asked Professor Oak with hardened eyes and arms folded.

"It was completely justified!" Gregory defended. "Some thug was trying to steal a Weavile from a kid, so I gave them the 'ol one two!" he said punching the air, his knuckles bruised and scabbed. Espion mimicked his punches with his purple paws.

"So? Did you win?" Asked a young man with muscles in all directions of his body, who was coming down the loft stairs to the research floor. He had an old broom in his hand. A Weaville with a dustpan in his paws followed him. Talk about ripped, if the professor didn't know any better, he'd better off sending this guy and his Meowth into wrestling matches. This man's Weaville had very little muscles due to his short size, while his owner had biceps like demons.

"Hell yeah!" Gregory said with his arms upward and fingers curled upward much like a Charizard. The fiery flame of victory seemed to burn around him.

"That's my bro! Giving clowns the ol' razzle dazzle!" Shouted the bulking, ogre of a man, dropping his broom to the ground in order to pop two swaying hang loose signs.

Looking down, The professor pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fred, please don't encourage Gregory with his crazy endeavors." Oak looked up at the two, seeing both of them now shaking hang loose signs in unison. Espion joined in shortly after. "I swear, the two of you boys feed off of each other's chaos."

"We sure do!" The two brothers said together. They looked at each other in surprise.

"Yooooo!" said Gregory in an excited voice.

"Shorty! You owe me a margarita!" said Fred aiming both pointer fingers at Gregory.

"Gregory, why not settle things with a simple Pokémon battle? Pokémon enjoy testing their strength!"

"No way!" shouted Gregory defiantly with his arms crossed over each other in front of his face. "Why should I beat up that guy's Pokémon when I can directly put a boot in that mother--”

"Dude!" Fred interjected. "Professor Oak doesn't like swearing!"

"I certainly do not!" said Professor Oak in a huff.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Gregory said dejected.

Oak paused. He could see in front of him the round fixture where he stored the Poké Balls of Starter Pokémon. These were for new Trainers; kids as young as ten. His eyes softened. One of these Trainers included his grandson. He then recalled giving Fred his Meowth, his first ever Pokémon, when his family, including Gregory, had just moved over to Viridian City from the Johto. That was a little over eleven years ago. Oak also remembered how excited Gregory was to choose Abra almost eight years ago now. The happy memories of the brothers as children with their Pokémon made Oak smile. He uncrossed his arms with a sigh.

"Gregory, although I don't like your approach, you did the right thing, so I can't be too cross with you." He was quiet for a moment. "How is that Pokémon you received from your older brother?"

Fred pointed a meaty finger at himself in confusion.

"No, he means Tom, meathead." huffed Gregory.

"Oh, your Abra. Right." Fred corrected herself.

"How is darling Abra?" asked Oak.

Gregory smiled and gave a chuckle. "He's good, but he had evolved into Kadabra!"

"Fascinating..." said the professor. "A Kadabra... Yet they are bred for their use in Pokemon Centers across other regions. Simply fascinating..."

"He does know when I'm about to do something!" Gregory piped in. "There's no doubt that he's probably knowing what we're doing right now." he said while placing his finger underneath his chin and rubbed.

"Yeah!" said Fred. "He'll be the brains of your group!"

Gregory grinned at his older brother. "A chip off the 'ol block, amirite?"

"How is Tom these days?" asked Professor Oak. "I haven't seen him in quite a while now... since he moved Back to Johto, I believe," he added.

Fred shrugged. "I don't hear from him as much as Gregory, but I know he is working hard full time as a professor at a Pokémon Center."

"Yeah, he has been pretty busy. He showed me some of the tests he had made for other Pokémon like: how medicine works, how their powers and abilities effect others, and finding other legendary Pokémon around other regions." Gregory added

Fred smiled. "He's a braniac. For real!" Fred laughed. "Greg, you will have to show Professor Oak and I!"

"Sure... alright," said Gregory fumbling with his pocket. "Just let me get my Rotom Phone out..."

Gregory showed the two several of Tom's works, including maps of other regions with a few red circles around them, a chart of power levels of other Pokémon, and an ingredient to make medicines.

"Exquisite!" exclaimed Oak. "I have a friend who would love to get something to run tests on their Mr. Mime!"

"Yeah, he's really good!" Gregory agreed. "His work is definitely in high demand. He doesn't take every project thrown at him, however. Tom only has so much time and he only makes what he will enjoy experimenting."

Professor Oak nodded. "Oh! Let's take a look at the Kadabra, shall we?" he asked eagerly.

"Sure thing!" said Gregory pulling out a Poke ball from his black, faux leather belt. He threw it towards the blue tiled laboratory floor, revealing his Pokémon in a glittering pink light.

"Ah, what a lovely Pokémon! Simply marvelous!" said the Pokémon professor. "Say Gregory, what did you trade Tom for your Kadabra?"

"Oh, well, since Abra, or Kadabra, is my favorite out of the bunch, I decided to keep him, as the family pet."

"Is that so?" inquired Oak.

"Yeah," chimed in Gregory. "like that Ash kid with his Pikachu."

"Ah, I see." said Professor Oak, "I think Kadabra and you would be the best of friends along with your collection."

Professor Oak turned his attention back towards Kadabra, holding his silver spoon. "After all, he is quite the master predictor."

"That's what I was thinking," Gregory agreed. "They say that Kadabra emits alpha waves strong enough to induce headaches, and can even cause clocks to run backwards, machines to malfunction, and delicate devices to cease functioning altogether."

"Fascinating..." said Oak in awe. "Like a radio gone mad..."

At that moment, there was a loud BANG on the door. Everyone in the room turned towards the sound. This did not include Kadabra, who knew what was going to happen. The Pokémon shook his head as he facepalmed in dissatisfaction.

"Who could that be?" said Oak asked. He got up to answer when a young man with glasses and blond hair approached. He was the one making that loud noise as he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow! Sorry, professor..." the man said, rubbing his head. "I accidently tripped and fell -- agh, and also hit my head on the door." His Pokémon, a Raichu, followed behind and checked on his master.

"Are you alright?" Professor Oak asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright... A little bit shaken up by the impact, but I'll be alright."

"Phil, what in the world were you doing?" Gregory asked.

"Yeah," Fred joined in, "you nearly scared us to death! We thought you were Team Rocket for a minute there!"

"Team rocket?" Phil asked in confusion, "Heck, I'd have to be crazy to join those bumbling band of baboons!"

"Don't worry," the professor quipped, "I'm sure Team Rocket wouldn't dare to ask a couple of intelligent Trainers such as yourselves to join their escapades. But, that begs the question... why are you here in such a rush? Is there something wrong?"

"What?" Phil asked, until he snaps his fingers, "Oh, yes, I wanted to show you something important! You're not going to believe this!"

The professor and the kids went over to the table and Phil placed his backpack down, unzipped it, and pulled out a couple of pictures and opened up a few sketch pads, all with a mysterious Pokémon inside the photographs and drawn in all the pages.

"What's that?" Gregory asked in wonder.

"I have no clue," Phil replied, "but whatever it is, it's super strong. Stronger than Mewtwo according to my research."

"Stronger than Mewtwo?" Professor Oak asked in awe, "Interesting… what does it do?"

"Well," Phil added, "it is a psychic Pokémon, that's for sure. But, after a battle, it would eat the brains of its opponents to gain their powers and abilities."

"Eew, gross…" Gregory wretched.

"Yeah." Phil nodded, "And that's not the strangest part. The strangest part, is that it has the head and hind quarters of a black Abra, which is unlikely because Abra's are normally primarily yellow, and has the body of a human. It stands over five-foot-six, and is usually seen chanting in a strange language. Not like how Pokémon usually do by saying their names, but in a way that's... well... alien. Somewhat demonic."

Professor Oak, who was taking notes, himself, became interested with this new Pokémon. He says, "So, this particular Pokémon is psychic, resembles an Abra, colored black, and is a cannibal?" He then took a closer look at the photographs, and sure enough, it was the same Pokémon Phil described. It was silhouetted by a dimly lit sky due to it being the break of dawn, and it looked like the photo was taken around Tohjo Falls. "I ask you, Phil, where did you take this photograph?"

"Around Tohjo Falls, in the Johto region during Summer break." Phil replied.

"Are you sure? Because this is a very serious case." the professor asked.

Phil replied with yes.

Professor Oak then looked through the pages of Phil's sketchpad, and looked at the drawings Phil sketched from the photographs. Some of the photographs were taken from the regions; Kanto, Hoenn, Kalos, and Oblivia. According to the studies in the sketchpads, this Pokémon would appear near waterfalls and inside caves, and would devour the brains of its opponents to gain their powers and knowledge, and would strike conversations through their minds. Phil even has messages on his phone he didn't even know he received. It says as follows:

Phil: Hey dad, call me tomorrow, kay?

Unknown: Hear me...

Phil: 'Wtf? o.o'

Unknown: Hear me...

Phil: 'Dad? Dad this isn't funny!'

Unknown: 'I am the sanctuary... the path... walk with me, and you will never know pain again...'

Phil: 'What do you mean? I don't understand.'

Unknown: 'My hand will guide you, and mold you into something greater than you could ever imagine... Death is needed... And you will be my harbinger, my vessel, my tool...'

Phil: 'Wait, wait, what?! You want me to be your servant or something? Is that what your implying?'

Unknown: 'Kill them... kill them... KILL THEM ALL... '

Phil: 'WHAT?! No, no, no I ain't doing that shit!'

Unknown: 'Prove your loyalty: Murder your family, murder your friends, murder your neighbors... Murder every single soul that I drive you to... Take every life, and soon... soon, you will know peace...'

Phil: 'Look, I don't know who the fuck this is, but I'm calling the cops. There ain't no way that I'm going to loose my reputation and go to jail over some alliance! I mean, what kind of alliance are you forming here? Some Satanic cult, a gang of criminals, what? '

Unknown: … You and I are just getting started...

Phil: 'Wait wait, what do you mean "We're just getting started"? '

Phil: 'Hello? Hello! '

Phil: 'Hey! I'm talking to you!'

Phil: Hello?

With that, the texts ended. Professor Oak is all shaken up by this, there is no doubt that whatever this Pokémon is, it can also talk to Trainers by mobile phones and other electrical devises. He doesn't know where this Pokémon came from, nor does he know about it's origins, but he does know that it's incredibly cruel. The next day, Professor Oak did some research on this Pokémon of unknown origin, but couldn't find anything on the subject in question.

The hall of the Battle Royal Dome was full of people waiting for an anticipated event to start. Today's Royal counted with Masked Royal's presence. He made the announcement the day before and it caught his fans by surprise. No one wanted to miss this afternoon’s Royal; not even Juliette and her friends.

Although they weren't there to see Masked Royal. They would have attended regardless of his participation.

A week or so ago, Gregory overheard Gary Oak signing up for an upcoming Battle Royale over the phone. "Oh, no..." Gregory groaned.

However, much to Gregory's dismay, Gary looked at Gregory and waved mockingly. Fred let Brigette in on the news and the girl was pumped at the idea of watching Gregory and Gary battle. Then he told Brandon about it. Since he didn't have to do anything in particular, it wasn't hard for Fred to convince him to go. Lastly, he called Andy and after some persuasion, the athlete agreed to go with them.

So now they were here—accompanied by their respective Pokémon and talking to kill time until the Battle Royal started.

"I can't wait to see Gary's reaction when he notices us in the crowd." A mischievous grin adorned Fred’s face.

Andy, who sat next to Fred, shook his head. "I doubt he'll be too happy, he still thinks I don't know about the Battle Royals..."

"One could always use some support from their friends, don't you think?" Brigette sat next to Brandon.

"You're right, but you know how he is."

Fred threw a hand in the air. "I don't care if he notices us or not. We're still going to have fun watching the event."

Meanwhile, Gregory approached Brigette, surprising her. "Hey Brige, have you ever been to a Battle Royal before?"

Brigette, who was distracted by watching people come and go, turned around in the blink of an eye. "Who, me? I only heard of them briefly before moving here. I never thought of attending one."

"People all over the region are passionate about them," Brandon joined the conversation from his seat. "The ambiance is amazing. You might like the experience."

"Oh, I’m sure of it."

"You're lucky your first Royal has Masked Royal in it." For a split second, Andy went starry-eyed. "He's the best, I even got an autograph from him once!"

Fred nodded. "He's good, yes, but we came here to cheer for you."

"I'm still not sure about this being a good idea…" Brigette lamented to herself.

After hearing Brigette's words, Brandon decided to start a conversation with her. "I'm curious about why Gregory is so into Battle Royals"

"He didn't talk with me about it, but I think it’s because it gives him something to focus on. Seeing my brother put so much passion into something makes me feel happy for him." A slightly sad smile escaped Fred's lips.

"So, it’s more or less like a hobby, right?" Andy asked.

"Yes...something like that."

Before Hau had time to answer, the public address system boomed across the hall: "The Battle Royal is about to start. Attendees–human and Pokémon alike–must enter the arena in an orderly manner." When everyone thought it was over, the voice continued: "One more thing: please, don't fling objects at the battlefield, especially not beach balls."

"Oh, crap, it's starting! Gotta go!" Gregory ran into the stadium around the back with his Kadabra and Espion, getting ready for the battle.

People entered the stadium. Brigette and the others sat on the sixth row of the northern stands. "I chose this location for us because it's where I always sit." Brigette said, making herself comfortable.

"The sight from here is more than decent to me." Andy sat down with his Hitmonchan. He looked down at the Pokémon, who was mimicking his position; crossing his arms and legs with a smug look.

Unlike Hitmonchan, Brigette's Pikachu was excited. "Aren't you excited, Blossom?" she asked her Pokémon in a baby voice. Blossom squealed in response and looked at the ring with expectation. While waiting, Brigette looked over at Fred and chuckled upon seeing him fiddling with his phone anxiously, obviously bored out of his mind.

Before people had time to react, the lights went down and music began to play. A spotlight illuminated the center of the ring and a man walked in from one of the corners.

"It's starting!" Andy tapped Fred's shoulder and pointed at the battlefield.

The crowd screamed and whistled. Some chanted the names of their favorite competitors. Those chants included Gary and Gregory's. Brigette smiled to herself.

The ring announcer began his speech. "Welcome to today's Battle Royal! The name's Mike Duffer and I'm excited to introduce today's contenders! Coming from the yellow corner we have Gregory and his Kadabra!" Duffer extended his arm towards said corner.

Gregory came in followed by his Kadabra. He came out with the same entrance as Bret "the Hitman" Hart, wearing sunshades and all. He sees a young kid with a Charmander, took off his sunshades, and handed them to the kid with a heart-warming smile, making the crowd boom with loud cheers.

Mike continued, "Now coming from the blue corner, Gary and his Rattata!"

That was it. That was the moment Gregory and the others waited for. Gary marched forward with his eyes fixed on the ring. His partner did the same thing, not allowing all the noise around them agitate him.

Gregory smirked. "Look at him, cocky as always."

"Both Gregory and Gary has the right attitude for this," Andy said, "No wonder they're so good at Battle Royals."

Fred cleared his throat. "There's one thing I forgot to say." He folded his hands in front of him. "Please, don't cheer too loudly or call out Gary's name. I don't want him to know that we are here."

"Aww, why not?" Brandon pouted.

"I want to see the look on his gawking face when he sees that Gregory hadn't came alone." Fred replied.

"Alright, but I can't guarantee anything."

"That's fine by me." Fred said without taking his eyes off the ring.

While Brandon bargained with Fred, the third contestant was introduced: a male Ace Trainer and his Mewtwo.

"Finally," Mike continued, "the moment everyone is waiting for. Let's give a warm welcome to the one and only, our very own Masked Royal and his Mewtwo!"

While Brigette and the others limited themselves to applauding, the crowd erupted into a roaring symphony of yelling, clapping and whistling. The noise made the floor vibrate, but no one seemed to care. Especially not Masked Royal and his Mewtwo, who basked in the attention. The Pokémon bowed respectfully before the audience, earning himself both cheers and applauding. Meanwhile, his Trainer stood in the second rope, greeting his fans.

"Now that everyone's here...let's get ready to battle!" Mike stepped down the ring and left, leaving the competitors free to start.

Gary decided to take the first turn. "Rattata, use Swift on Kadabra!"

"That's such an obvious move." Andy shook his head. "Is this his first time in a Battle Royal?"

Gregory smirked as he watched Rattata prepare the attack. "That's bold of you. Kadabra, retaliate with Psybeam."

Kadabra began using his move towards Rattata. He dodged the psychic and struck him with a deadly blow.

"Wow, that looks brutal!" Brigette exclaimed.

"That's it, bro!" Fred grinned, "Show those clowns how we do things down at Johto!"

Rattata tried to stand up, but Kadabra used his psychic powers. Unable to take it anymore, Rattata fainted.

"That was short-lived," Brigette said just as the frustrated Trainer withdrew his Rattata.

"Indeed," Andy agreed, "I bet I was right that this is actually his first Battle Royal."

Gary left the ring with his head tilted down, avoiding eye contact with the crowd. Fred now counted down, 3-2-1.

"Oh, Gaaryyy!" Fred called out mockingly. Gary looked up, and his jaw dropped all the way to China. Fred and the group (including their Pokémon) waved, and then stuck their thumbs in their ears and wiggled their fingers up and down as they stuck their tongues out and went, P-P-P-H-H-H-T-T-T-T-P-P-P-P-P!!!

Gary growled and stormed inside the backstage as Fred and his friends laughed hysterically.

"Beautiful!" Andy grinned, "What an ironic end for that viper!"

Meanwhile, the Masked Royal crossed his arms. "Mewtwo, use Psycho Cut on Kadabra."

Mewtwo, surrounded by a purple aura, charged towards the Psychic-type at high speed. He struck Kadabra and left him lying on the canvas.

"Oh no, Kadabra!" Gregory gasped.

Kadabra struggled to get up. He tried supporting himself on the ropes and then on the floor, but all his attempts failed. But Gregory urged him to get up. "C'mon Kadabra, get up! Please! For me! For our family back in Johto!"

Hearing his owner's pleas, Kadabra gathered all the strength he can muster as he got back up."

"All right!" Fred cheered!

Kadabra stood there, ready to fight. "Kadabra, use Confusion!"

"Mewtwo, use dodge and use Shadow Ball!" The Masked Royal commanded.

While Kadabra used Confusion, Mewtwo dodged and was about to hit the psychic with his Shadow Ball. "Kadabra, dodge and use Telekinesis!" Gregory quickly commanded.

Kadabra did just that, he dodged and used his move on Mewtwo. But, somehow the Psychic-type didn't seem phased. The Masked Royal smirked, but saw Gregory's smug look. That's when the Royal looked up and gasped. His Mewtwo saw his master's look and looked up and saw a giant boulder hovering above him.

The Mewtwo just looked with an expression that says, uh-oh, and the mammoth of a rock slammed down on the Pokémon, crushing him underneath. Gregory shot a cocky look at The Masked Royal and asked, "Ready to throw away the towel?"

The Masked Royal just chuckles, "Oh, the arrogance of youth. This is just merely a scratch compared to what we have in store. Behold, your ruin!"

Gregory merely gazed at the boulder as it shakes violently as the Mewtwo used his Telekinesis to remove the rock from his body. "No, no that's not fair that's cheating!" Gregory gasped in shock.

"That's not cheating, boy," The Masked Royal replied with a confident smirk, his Mewtwo getting up and dusting himself off, "this is destiny."

"Oh, he is good." Brandon exclaimed.

"You can say that again." Andy replied.

The two Pokémon began to battle each other for what felt like hours on end, both Psychic-types did not resemble Pokémon, but resembled demons clashing with one another. Both Trainers eager to find out who's the victor, biting their nails as the thought of loosing excited them to urge their Pokémon to get up whenever they get beaten to a pulp.

When their Pokémon began to grow tired, both Gregory and The Masked Royal urged them to continue. But just as both Pokémon was about to hit each other with Psycho Cut, the two Psychic-types saw something in their vision. Hell, even Gregory saw it, but not The Masked Royal. It was the same Pokémon of unknown origin, the one Phil described. Both Pokémon didn't have time to react when the phantom Pokémon vanished before the two hit each other with both attacks, colliding with one another and fell with a violent thud. And with that, they both fainted.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mike announced, "it appears that both Pokémon has fainted! So tonight's Royal Rumble, is a draw!"

The audience let out a long 'aaww', and both Trainers gathered their Pokémon with their Poke Balls. Gregory tried to explain to The Masked Royal about the unknown Pokémon, but he was having none of it. But the crowd gave their best support to Gregory as he walked out, giving them a warm smile.

As he met up with Fred and his friends, who gave him the biggest hug he'd ever gotten. That's when Phil caught up with them. "Guys! Guys, did you see it?"

"See what?" Fred asked.

"The Pokémon, the one I talked about?"

Then it hit Gregory like an oncoming truck, "Yes, yes I saw it!"

"You did?!" Phil asked, "Where?!"

"In the middle of the arena with my Kadabra and my opponent's Mewtwo! They saw it too, but not the Royal for some reason."

"Probably too busy with the match." Fred exclaimed.

"My question is... Why didn't everyone saw it, except the Pokémon, and me?"

"To be quite honest, I don't know." Phil replied.

As they continued their ride home with Fred and his friends following behind in his red pick-up truck, Gregory drove in his car back to their hotel room in Castelia City. But, he found it kind of odd when he kept hearing something in the back of his mind, sounding like... something was calling out to him. When they entered through the door, they were more than happy to sit down on the sofa and watch TV. But, as Gregory was about to head in the shower, he saw a message written in the same red marker that was in his room. It was written on the bathroom mirror above the sink, and was in big, bold letters.

"28 Days... 4 Hours... 33 Minutes... 12 Seconds...".

Gregory called Phil to decipher what the message means, and after hours upon hours of research, Phil finally found out what the message means. His normal fair skin was pale as a corpse as he explained what the message meant...

It's a prediction of the end of the world.

This Pokémon... is it a death bringer? A master predictor? Or an ominous demon that must be exorcised? Whatever it was, it seemed to be in control of society like empty puppets of their own gender, marionettes on strings. Gregory knew that this Pokémon was merciless and shadowy, so he decided to give it a name.

Mysterio. Because of his mysterious behavior and demon-like personality.

Gregory couldn't sleep, due to nightmares of that creature torturing him mentally. Every day was the same as before, Mysterio trying to contact Gregory, Phil, and his friends with Da Vinci Code-like numbers, letters and symbols. It was no doubt that the Psychic-type is predicting what will happen to them, and one day that prediction would happen.

Brigette became afraid while Andy and Fred are unsure of the whole situation, but shook off the fear they felt. Guess their masculine structure proves that they're the "muscles" of the group. Gregory however, knew what would happen... and what would become of the world.

Before the team packed up to travel, there was one last prediction from Mysterio in the form of a piece of paper written with a black pen.

"One of your loved ones will die tomorrow".

The next day, Brigette died in a car crash, and the friends mourned her loss along with the Pokémon. Blossom was now comforted by Gregory and joined his party of Pokémon. Kadabra became Blossom's friend as he comforted her, and tried to predict what Mysterio would do next, to no avail.

For now, all they have to do... is wait.

Mysterio remained anonymous to this day, all traces was never mentioned, all encounters never happened, all evidence was never found, and Mysterio, the Pokémon of unknown origin, remained unidentified.