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Smogon SS OU history fanfic [Comments Section]
- Thread starter Cdijk16
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Chpater 5 is done now.
take all of the time you need!!! we are here for you
no worries I have to catch up on the last 5 chapters
you’re welcome
i decided to write an SV OU spiritual successor for fun
enjoy
enjoy
Weavile trudged through the snow. Snow, snow, snow. It did serve to keep her rejuvenated, but also blocked her vision, which was quite important to have today. “Why,” she panted. “Why did this storm happen today?!”
Regardless of how hard it was to weave around trees, she started a run. Her stubby legs did nothing to hinder her movement as a species, instead letting her feet propel her higher with fast hops. Her eyes widened as she saw below her, a large rock. ‘No matter,’ she thought to herself as her claws extended as she gripped onto a tree. Hanging off the branch, she took a breather. Yet her eyes did not let her rest, as it fixated on that boulder.
‘What’s… what…?” She grimaced. It seemed anomalous, for the boulder was ‘too clean’, as she put it. Retracting her claws, she let herself fall to the fluffy forest floor. She stared before outreaching her paw and attempting to scratch the rock. Air left her stomach as she fell forward, right inside of the rock.
“Arceus!”
She hopped up quickly, and saw herself still ‘inside’ of the boulder. ‘Am… Am I dead?! Am I a ghost?’
That wouldn’t be that unlikely, for she knew exactly what day it was. Everyone knew, actually. Though no one seemed to agree upon what to call it. ‘The Day of Harvest’, ‘Collections Day’, ‘Memory Massacres’. Shakily, she stepped out of the rock. Looking around her, the snow had turned from fierce storm to quiet prattle. And she could see what she hadn’t before. Many trees with low quality surrounded her, and many boulders. The grass itself felt like paper under her foot. ‘Oh Gods. The worst outcome.’
“P-please Spaaare meee!” A voice above cried. Weavile turned her head to the source and saw the lord itself, Arceus, galloping through the skies. Her maw fell to awe as she saw her God, then a purple fist enveloped it. The hand slowly followed back from the source of its arm, no visible struggle. God was dead… For now. This seemed to happen every few years, and no one knew the source of it. With Arceus being taken out the first time, many Pokemon came to call ‘the Hand’ their one true lord.
‘I survived, I think. But,’ Weavile felt a pain in her head, and her form lurched closer to the ground. “Hrgh… No…” She’d lost Triple Axel. What kept her so powerful, her best tool. She limped further through the forest as she did not immediately recover, and found herself a cliffside overhanging the Smogon City. As had happened many a time before, she watched as seemingly hundreds of creatures flooded at the gates, not seeming to care about the lovely structure built by many Pokemon.
‘I made it. Now, what do we have here.’
The Ice-Type watched closely to the different sides of the city, looking for larger Pokemon and bigger destructive capabilities. Usually there’d be quite a few, but not at once like this. From all fronts of the city were explosions and walls being felled. Even Weavile’s favorite cafe, ugh! ‘Those barbarians!’ She often went there to relax before her matches!
She didn’t think too hard on that, though, as her heart sank. It wasn’t just some of her favorite buildings and shops, the entire city was quickly being destroyed. She saw what looked like Mega Salamence, a foe she’d felled many a times, but not exactly. The creature seemed to stare back at Weavile, which sent shivers down her spine. She was not ready to fight, but thankfully it seemed to just go back to destroying the city. Preferable for her, at least.
As her headache went away, she let her legs dangle as she watched with interest. This was maybe the most interesting batch of newcomers she’d ever seen. Besides for one of the weakest, it was lime green, and seemed to have googly-eyes from afar; it was struggling to even open a door.
“Enjoying the show?” a peppy voice sounded from behind her. Butterflies filled her as she turned her head, not bothering to stand up. She was probably fast enough to dodge, anyways. She expected some Fairy-Type from the tone, but instead it was some yellow, thin stick. “Uh, yeah, I am,” she replied.
“Good, good!” The unthinkable creature raised its hands.
Weavile’s eyes widened as she felt the ground rumble. Trees crashed to the ground as several others lined up behind the golden menace. One looked like Great Tusk, another was definitely an evolution to Bisharp… Was that Gardevoir, or Gallade? She hadn’t seen those two in a while.
“Because we’re here to stay.”
She shuddered at that cocky grin. Her eyes examined all of it, looking for any specific weakness. She could tell that there was a Ghost inside of that gold shell, but did that mean it was also a Steel-Type? ‘Better not be like Aegislash.’ Without thinking further, her claws turned to the Ghost-Type and she leaped over its head. An ‘x’ was brandished into the formation of her slashing, and she was going to hit her target.
“Gah, hey! No fair, one-on-one dumbass!” Weavile shouted as she landed gracefully on the floor. Kingambit had used Sucker Punch. She hissed as the Gholdengo cackled.
“Goodbye, oldie. We don’t need you in our meta, anymore, cya!”
“This isn’t over yet, you-” Still, the caravan of new Pokemon left. All of which seemed very powerful. Iron Valiant turned to her.
“You really want to fight all of us? We’re gonna be together a lot, on many teams. We aren’t going to fight like individuals, like your old meta… Us four? We are now OU, so go and fight some Rattatas down in the lower tiers for us, kay?”
Weavile leered at the robotic figure, but did not attack. Kingambit showed they had no intention of following the old norms. She relented, and they all continued moving on down a hill calmly to the ruined city. She plopped back down over the cliff and watched, turning her head when the Gholdengo checked to see if she was still watching- she always was. While she was too far to actually hear it, that cackle kept repeating in her mind.
“The Day of Harvest fucking blows.”
Regardless of how hard it was to weave around trees, she started a run. Her stubby legs did nothing to hinder her movement as a species, instead letting her feet propel her higher with fast hops. Her eyes widened as she saw below her, a large rock. ‘No matter,’ she thought to herself as her claws extended as she gripped onto a tree. Hanging off the branch, she took a breather. Yet her eyes did not let her rest, as it fixated on that boulder.
‘What’s… what…?” She grimaced. It seemed anomalous, for the boulder was ‘too clean’, as she put it. Retracting her claws, she let herself fall to the fluffy forest floor. She stared before outreaching her paw and attempting to scratch the rock. Air left her stomach as she fell forward, right inside of the rock.
“Arceus!”
She hopped up quickly, and saw herself still ‘inside’ of the boulder. ‘Am… Am I dead?! Am I a ghost?’
That wouldn’t be that unlikely, for she knew exactly what day it was. Everyone knew, actually. Though no one seemed to agree upon what to call it. ‘The Day of Harvest’, ‘Collections Day’, ‘Memory Massacres’. Shakily, she stepped out of the rock. Looking around her, the snow had turned from fierce storm to quiet prattle. And she could see what she hadn’t before. Many trees with low quality surrounded her, and many boulders. The grass itself felt like paper under her foot. ‘Oh Gods. The worst outcome.’
“P-please Spaaare meee!” A voice above cried. Weavile turned her head to the source and saw the lord itself, Arceus, galloping through the skies. Her maw fell to awe as she saw her God, then a purple fist enveloped it. The hand slowly followed back from the source of its arm, no visible struggle. God was dead… For now. This seemed to happen every few years, and no one knew the source of it. With Arceus being taken out the first time, many Pokemon came to call ‘the Hand’ their one true lord.
‘I survived, I think. But,’ Weavile felt a pain in her head, and her form lurched closer to the ground. “Hrgh… No…” She’d lost Triple Axel. What kept her so powerful, her best tool. She limped further through the forest as she did not immediately recover, and found herself a cliffside overhanging the Smogon City. As had happened many a time before, she watched as seemingly hundreds of creatures flooded at the gates, not seeming to care about the lovely structure built by many Pokemon.
‘I made it. Now, what do we have here.’
The Ice-Type watched closely to the different sides of the city, looking for larger Pokemon and bigger destructive capabilities. Usually there’d be quite a few, but not at once like this. From all fronts of the city were explosions and walls being felled. Even Weavile’s favorite cafe, ugh! ‘Those barbarians!’ She often went there to relax before her matches!
She didn’t think too hard on that, though, as her heart sank. It wasn’t just some of her favorite buildings and shops, the entire city was quickly being destroyed. She saw what looked like Mega Salamence, a foe she’d felled many a times, but not exactly. The creature seemed to stare back at Weavile, which sent shivers down her spine. She was not ready to fight, but thankfully it seemed to just go back to destroying the city. Preferable for her, at least.
As her headache went away, she let her legs dangle as she watched with interest. This was maybe the most interesting batch of newcomers she’d ever seen. Besides for one of the weakest, it was lime green, and seemed to have googly-eyes from afar; it was struggling to even open a door.
“Enjoying the show?” a peppy voice sounded from behind her. Butterflies filled her as she turned her head, not bothering to stand up. She was probably fast enough to dodge, anyways. She expected some Fairy-Type from the tone, but instead it was some yellow, thin stick. “Uh, yeah, I am,” she replied.
“Good, good!” The unthinkable creature raised its hands.
Weavile’s eyes widened as she felt the ground rumble. Trees crashed to the ground as several others lined up behind the golden menace. One looked like Great Tusk, another was definitely an evolution to Bisharp… Was that Gardevoir, or Gallade? She hadn’t seen those two in a while.
“Because we’re here to stay.”
She shuddered at that cocky grin. Her eyes examined all of it, looking for any specific weakness. She could tell that there was a Ghost inside of that gold shell, but did that mean it was also a Steel-Type? ‘Better not be like Aegislash.’ Without thinking further, her claws turned to the Ghost-Type and she leaped over its head. An ‘x’ was brandished into the formation of her slashing, and she was going to hit her target.
“Gah, hey! No fair, one-on-one dumbass!” Weavile shouted as she landed gracefully on the floor. Kingambit had used Sucker Punch. She hissed as the Gholdengo cackled.
“Goodbye, oldie. We don’t need you in our meta, anymore, cya!”
“This isn’t over yet, you-” Still, the caravan of new Pokemon left. All of which seemed very powerful. Iron Valiant turned to her.
“You really want to fight all of us? We’re gonna be together a lot, on many teams. We aren’t going to fight like individuals, like your old meta… Us four? We are now OU, so go and fight some Rattatas down in the lower tiers for us, kay?”
Weavile leered at the robotic figure, but did not attack. Kingambit showed they had no intention of following the old norms. She relented, and they all continued moving on down a hill calmly to the ruined city. She plopped back down over the cliff and watched, turning her head when the Gholdengo checked to see if she was still watching- she always was. While she was too far to actually hear it, that cackle kept repeating in her mind.
“The Day of Harvest fucking blows.”