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Dastardly Desires by flameclawsxx

Games » Pokémon Rated: M, English, Courtney/Kagari, OC, Words: 105k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 3k+, Published: Feb 11, 2024 Updated: Feb 19

775Chapter 3: Feesh

Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

System Text

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

I stare at the open field, an impassive frown on my face.

I should have known that Mrs Briar's misstep would have only delayed the inevitable by another two days.

Ah well.

It was bound to happen at some point.

I look to the red and white sphere in my hand, a quiet sigh leaving my lips.

I gaze up to the pink haired girl who fought that team magma girl yesterday.

From what I saw, she has an incredibly decent Drilbur. A cut above most other pokemon I saw yesterday. As a result, it utterly defeated Courtney and her Vulpix in battle. An incredibly bad type matchup. Let alone with an above average Drilbur like that.

The only pokemon that would likely pose a challenge for it would have been the Duraludon and the Skarmory, the latter of which would likely lose if the Drilbur got even one good hit on it.

This will be an incredibly difficult fight... purely for one reason alone.

Drilbur's underground mobility.

It will either go underground immediately... or attack Loki head on to try and end this quickly.

The prior will be harder to deal with, so I can only hope and pray that it goes for that and I can down it quickly.

I watch as the girl calls her mole pokemon to the field, then I unleash Loki.

There are quiet gasps as he takes full form, he shakes off his coat briefly and looks around.

"We're about to be in a fight, Loki. Look alive."

He locks eyes with the Drilbur and lowers his body, his glossy coat puffing up slightly.

Even Mrs briar looks utterly stunned by Loki's coloration, but she is able to shake off her sheer surprise. "Ah. Are you both ready?"

"I am." I nod.

"I-I am." The girl across from me mutters.

"Then begin."

"Drilbur-"

"Swift." I order.

"Drillbur! Pull up some earth as a-"

Loki Spins in place, swinging his tail forwards.

Numerous stars shoot from his tail speeding across the battle arena.

"Quick Attack. Go around."

Loki takes off like a speeding bullet, his paws hammering on the dirt as he is surrounded in an aura of white. He quickly passes his own shot attack, His ears fold back as he slides to a halt to the left of the mole, his feet carving little trenches in the earth.

Then with a leap he takes off again, slamming into the side of the Drillbur, causing it to let out a small cry as it is knocked away from the wall it had erected in that short time.

It is them promptly struck by the shooting stars, creating a small smoky explosion.

"Drilbur!" The girl gasps.

"Loki. Be on your guard. It likely used the smoke to dig underground." I call out.

The fox lowers its body, eyes quickly skimming the arena, ears twitching and swiveling as it looks as if it could leap at any given moment.

'...'

"Ah. Nevermind..." I mutter as the smoke clears, revealing an unconscious Drilbur. "Huh..."

"Xander is the winner." The woman calls out, causing me to raise my pokeball and return Loki.

"Good fight." I state as I turn and quickly walk off the arena, choosing to sit at the corner of one of the surrounding bleachers making sure to take a spot as far away from the others in class as possible.

Someone tries to walk over, but they falter at the disapproving stare that I send them.

Loki... might be more powerful than I first presumed...

A grin splits my face as I place the final order for what I need.

Winning that fight earned me a few blueberry points it seems.

More than enough to buy what I needed.

With that... all I need to do now is play the waiting game.

*Thud*

There's a fairly loud thud behind me.

"Loki, if you knocked off that water bottle again... I'm going to shave you." I threaten without looking back.

I watch him scamper past me, ears back, tail between his legs, as he darts under my bed.

"..."

I look back.

"Little shit." I sigh as I walk over, pick up the metal water bottle on the floor, and sit it back on the countertop.

My classmates were quite interested in where I got my Eevee. Some simple answers of 'Outside Undella Town' were enough to silence them.

If I'm lucky, they'll go out and waste their time looking for Eevees.

That's just what you get for bothering me.

It also appears that... defeating pink hair girl- who isn't the magma team admin- had some sort of benefit.

Congratulations! You have won your first pokemon battle! This is a grand achievement!

Reward: 50,000 Poke off one purchase in the Item Shop.

But what to buy?

I could get an- overpriced- item right this second... or I could save up and use it to get more powerful items cheaper.

I look to the shop.

'or I could-'

Item Gacha. (50,000 Poke)

From somebody else's mail (A federal crime) to potentially a keystone or Arceus' plates (That he doesn't mind you taking)! Do you want to test your luck?

"..."

Do I want to possibly get very mad?

But what if I get something good?

You shut the HELL up impulsive Xander. You stay in that cage where you-

Fuck it.

Rolling Gacha.

Regret instantly lances through my body as the gacha wheel begins to spin rapidly. 'damn it! Why did I fucking do that!'

I rub my temples 'fucking fifty thousand dollars down the drain. Fucking- damn it! That would have covered half of the cost to buy that Eevee-like Dna! Damn Damn Damn!'

*Ping*

My eyes crack open slightly as I fearfully gaze at the screen.

'huh?'

Fish Fossil.

With a dull glow, a large stone appears on the desk.

It is relatively sparkly and nice looking, but there's a large chunk taken out of one of the sides I can see a few bones protruding from the portion of broken rock.

Huh?

I...

I can work with this.

"Greetings." A voice quietly announces causing me to briefly pause. I glance up to see- oh god. It's her. What does she want?!

Courtney looks down at me, sat alone in the library, a small smile on my lips.

"Hey." I reply with a small frown.

With that, she takes a seat across from me, then begins reading.

Huh.

Alright, whatever.

With that I return to my book on ancient pokemon.

I'm trying to figure out what sort of pokemon that 'fish' could be.

"So. Fossil Pokemon?" The girl across from me questions.

"Yeah."

"Interesting." She notes. "I am more focused on Volanic pokemon at the moment... but fossil pokemon do intrigue me as well."

Of course this bitch likes volcanos. You want to harness magma gecko to simultaneously erupt every single volcano on the face of the planet.

"Volcanos?" I question. "Why?"

"I'm investigating the possibilities of entire worlds of new pokemon hidden within the deepest magma chambers."

"I mean, that's entirely possible." I note. "It's probably even very likely."

"You- You really think so?" The girl questions.

"I mean, yeah. It's only natural that over the course of millions of years, two of the same pokemon facing vastly different natural environments would... not quite evolve but... 'progress' into new forms. That's how regional variants come into creation, right? They're on the first step of many into becoming their very own species... like Tauros and Bouffalant, Stantler and Sawsbuck, or Magikarp and Feebas."

"So. If hypothetically. There was a large space underground that got sealed off from the surface millions of years ago. It's likely that each and every pokemon within that hidden world would be utterly different than anything we know today. The same applies deep within the core of the world, where hypothetically, a pokemon became well and truly resistant to lava, decided to dive down and leave the planet's surface. It would go under different changes to pokemon out here... I mean, Magcargo exists, right? That's like... made of Lava, right? There's probably some form of regional variant of it somewhere underground."

"..."

"..."

I don't really like the way she is looking at me.

"I haven't really heard anyone ever say that regional forms might be the first step to new pokemon... that is interesting." The girl mutters.

"..."

I should write that down...

The door to my room clicks open as I carry a large stack of boxes in front of me.

"Alright I-" I pause as I peer around the boxes.

It looks like a miniature hurricane passed through the room.

There are paw prints on the walls, floor and even two on the ceiling.

A tissue box is lain empty on the floor, each and every tissue dragged out of its confines, some are crumpled up and look chewed on, others are torn to shreds and some look like they had just been tossed on the floor after being pulled out.

I can hear running water in another room.

"..."

My eyes slowly fall to the little fox standing before me, there doesn't appear to be a thought behind those red eyes as he stares up at me with a cat-like expression.

"Loki."

"Eevee!" He cheers, seemingly saying something like 'I missed you!'

"I left you alone for TEN FUCKING MINUTES! HOW?!" I shout.

I take a deep breath, then exhale. "I'm calm. Totally calm."

I kick the door shut, quieting myself as I lock the door behind me.

I sit the boxes on the table then lift his pokeball. "Go sit in time out, little shit."

"Vee-" he is struck by the red laser and sucked into the ball.

"Oh my god..." I groan as I rub my forehead in silent bubbling wrath, quieting myself as to not be too much of a bother to my neighbors. "That little bastard's going to be the death of me..."

I quickly make my way to the kitchen of my little apartment, turning off the water that is scarily close to overflowing.

Mental note for my own personal home when I get it built... Nobs on the sink instead of a ball socket.

That prick had even put the stopper in the drain.

How? No clue. But I can tell that he is probably by far the biggest problem child of the Eevee population.

Should have never named him after the god of tricks. I bet he thinks he has a lot to live up to now. Little shit. I'm totally going to punt him one day.

I unplug the sink and allow the water to drain, then I turn and using the discarded tissues begin to clean the little footprints Loki had left.

I glare up at the two remaining ones on the ceiling.

That little fucker. How did he even get up there? That's like a eight foot vertical jump for him.

I shake my head. 'Whatever. Those can stay. I don't feel like getting up on a chair or something to fix them.'

I turn and go to my boxes, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I move them into my bedroom and sit them upon my desk.

Finally.

About a month in this world and I can take the first baby step into creating the perfect team.

Loki is a good start, definitely. His ability is utter bullshit and he is- apparently- quite powerful as he knocked out pink haired girl's Drilbur in two hits.

Yeah, that was apparently sort of an accomplishment, as, after listening to a few rumors, pink haired girl, Lacey I've come to realize is her name, is the daughter of Clay.

Y'know. Unova's ground type Gym Leader.

The guy who owns like, dozens upon dozens of mines in Driftveil City.

One of the richest people in all of Unova as a result.

Yeaaah, that Drilbur that Loki Ko'd is apparently bred from Clay's own Excadrill... his ace pokemon.

It probably has near perfect Ivs, being just a cut above the rest genetically.

Once I build this scanner, maybe I can go about seeing just how strong Loki is.

There's a level of bullshit to him- beyond the hacked ability- that I just can't put my finger on.

Like, beyond perfect Ivs.

If my whole 'splice Ghidora DNA with a Hydreigon' plan fails, hell, I'll just make a ceaseless army of Loki clones to take over the world.

I grab a pair of scissors and begin the process to unpackage all the things I was sent.

Five thousand poke for the materials of something might seem like a lot... and you'd be right. A large portion of the cost was buying the tools I would need. Another part you need to consider is that I bought high grade materials... mostly in bulk, as well.

I have enough materials to make like... seven scanners... with some parts left over for a ninth and tenth if I splurge on just a few more materials.

It takes around an hour to carefully unwrap and unpackage everything I'd ordered.

I slowly nod, the faintest of smiles on my face. 'good. Now I can- wait. I'm missing the miniature screens.'

"..."

I check my laptop.

"Motherfucker!" I hiss under my breath.

Shipment delayed until next week?! Ugh.

Whatever.

"Alright, and that will do for our last battle of the day. Next session, we will begin the core curriculum for Blueberry Academy... Double Battles." Our green haired teacher speaks while standing in the middle of the arena. "It is invaluable for a trainer to learn to control multiple of their pokemon at once... and as the greatest pokemon prep school in Unova, it is only right that our students are given every opportunity to master this skill. Regretfully, the only way to learn such a skill is through practice, thus our battle studies class will now revolve around double battles."

"But. The largest majority of you do not have a second pokemon. That is why, for the next week we will take a trip down into the terrarium below the school to get you all a second pokemon."

"That is all I wish to say, you may go back to your rooms or proceed to your electives now." The woman states as the others begin to leave the outdoor space, I make my way over to the teacher.

"Mrs Briar." I begin quietly.

"Hm?" The green haired woman hums. "Oh, Xander, right? How is your Eevee."

Loki had just gotten out of a fight not too long ago, managing to take down robot girl's Skarmory after knocking it out of the sky with a few dozen swifts.

He did it with a Takedown, so, they probably asusme that he's pretty hurt from running into metal like that.

But, with his bullshit, he's healthier than ever.

"Oh, he's fine." I reply. "He is surprisingly durable when he's not putting paw prints on the ceiling of my room and just being generally destructive." I sigh before shaking my head. "Ah, but he's not what I wanted to talk about. I was just wondering if there was a process for getting fossil pokemon revived here?"

"You... have a fossil?" The woman questions.

I nod once. "I found it a while back at a pawn shop. I thought the crystals on the outside had an interesting pattern, so I bought it... then Loki knocked it off a countertop recently and it revealed bones inside."

"Hm." The woman hums. "Alright, we can take a look if you want. I heard that Fennel that she'd have to postpone the Archology elective's first class because our fossils haven't arrived yet."

Ah, right, the dream mist professor.

"It's possible that this fossil of yours is unusable, but if it is, she'll probably ask if she can use it as an example in class. Are you fine with that?"

"It's the least I can do." I smile kindly. "After all, I was planning on taking her elective anyways."

"Well, with her classes delayed, she likely has nothing going on at the moment... Rotom..." She calls out.

Her own Rotom phone and the one in my pocket comes out. "Yes ma'am?"

"Not you." She gestures at her own then to mine. "Him. Please guide Mr. Welsh to the Resurrection lab. Fennel should be there at the moment."

Ah. Our black haired history teacher. Sort of expected that she'd be in charge of Archology.

"Should I go back to my room and grab the fossil first?" I ask.

"That would probably be wise. I'll message her, then and tell her that you are coming." The woman smiles.

I nod quietly, then turn and walk out of the classroom, my rotom phone following after me.

I quickly make my way across the school and return to my room, grabbing the fossil from my shelf, then beginning the trek across the school yet again, this time a large rock wheeled upon a hand truck.

The trip across the school is relatively swift, I'm not really stopped by anyone as I took a brief break in my room to grab a drink. Most people are in their own rooms by now, or at their elective classes.

"The fossil ressurection lab is right through this door!" The rotom cheers.

"Thank you, Rotom." I mutter as I reach out and turn the door handle.

"You're welcome!" It chirps as it shrinks down into a smaller form and slips back into my pocket.

I open the door and step inside the room.

The first things I can say is that it looks a little disorganized.

Papers are spread across the nearby tables, there are numerous poster-like charts plastered over the far wall, there's numerous photos of fossil pokemon framed and hung upon the wall.

A head pokes up from behind a large monitor in the corner.

It is a pale woman with rectangular glasses, a small pink flower hair pin keeping her bangs out of her face. She has long black hair that goes down to below her knees and dark blue eyes.

She wears a large lab coat with pink slip-on shoes and a a pink shirt under her buttoned up labcoat.

"Oh! You must be Xander!" The woman smiles brightly. "Professor Briar said that you had a potential fossil for me?"

"Ah. Yeah, I hope I do." I announce blandly as I wheel the fossil inside.

"Alright!" Let's see what we've got here!" The woman smiles.

She quickly walks over, hefting the rock up from the little hand truck and placing it on the table.

Her fingers brush along the crystals that have formed on the outside of the fossil, letting out a low hum.

"Let's see here..." She mutters under her breath.

She takes out a small chisel and scrapes a little bit off one of the exposed bones, collecting them in a small glass disk, she then takes it over to some form of scanner that looks a little bit like an easy bake oven and slots the disk inside. "What I am doing right now, is determining if this fossil has any viable DNA left inside of it."

"Isn't genetically altering pokemon illegal?" I ask.

"Oh, reviving fossils is different. We are not altering its DNA, we are locating it, then restoring it." The woman hums. "I understand it sounds quite similar, similar enough that up until fifty years ago it was still considered taboo, but there is a key difference between reviving a pokemon which has long-since passed... and artificially creating a pokemon. Dictating each and every aspect of its very being before it is even born. That is... horrid... and inhumane!"

Okay, I mean, I fail to see why you people are so uppity about this, it's not that big of a deal, but I'll refrain from asking questions.

"Another reason as to why reviving fossils isn't seen as much of a bad thing... Fossil pokemon cannot breed. So, we are not threatening the natural ecosystem even if a few dozen are released by their trainer." The woman hums as she looks over the scanner, watching and waiting for any sort of signal.

Fossil pokemon... can't breed?

Didn't Ash find like... several wild fossil pokemon in the anime? Like, sealed underground in their very own cave system?

What was that place called again?

Something Canyon.

I'll look it up later. That sounds like a good location to make some money.

Damn. If I knew this was going to happen I would have watched the entire pokemon anime instead of just the first season of X and Y and a little bit of X Y and Z.

Ash was robbed that season, I tell you.

At least he did better than Unova, where he had like four unevolved pokemon on his team for the Vertress Conference.

Motherfucker has a Gible that made a Darkrai sweat, yet this dipshit abandons it for three unevolved starters, Pidove, and Cool Sandile.

Eh, Cool Sandile gets a pass. He was debatably Ash's strongest pokemon in Unova. At least the one with the most visual personality.

*Ding*

"Oh? Your fossil has usable Dna! That's wonderful!" The woman cheers as the little scanner makes a quiet beeping noise.

The history teacher turns to me a bright smile. "Now, we have two ways of doing this. The first, is that I begin reviving it here and now and I get it to you tomorrow after class. Ressurecting a fossil takes quite a lot of time, so the earliest I could probably get it to you is... in about twenty eight hours."

"Okay? What's the second?" I ask.

"If you allow it, may I use your fossil as an example of how the fossil reviving process works?" She asks. "As in, I don't start reviving it until tomorrow or the next day when the students who want to be in the archeological elective arrive and I can show them how all this technology works. So, instead of getting it tomorrow, you'll be getting it the day after or the day after that."

"Okay?" I mutter.

"But, don't worry! I'll give you some blueberry points for assisting me! Our fossils wouldn't have arrived for two weeks and I would have had to delay our first- and probably most important- class that entire time!"

"How many?"

"How does one hundred sound?"

"Deal." I crumble immediately.

That's like a thousand poke.

A thousand dollars for waiting two days? Fuck yeah I'll take that!

A decent firestone can go for hundreds of thousands!

That is, a firestone with a purity if the top five percent.

The less pure an evolution stone is, the weaker the resulting evolution will be.

Professor Oak and Professor Rowan did a joint research paper on it using two growlithe from the same litter, trained the exact same way, with the stronger of the two being given a low purity firestone, and the weaker one being given a higher purity one.

The weaker Growlithe became the stronger Arcanine by far. Like... ten percent.

That's pretty substantial.

That also means I have my work cut out for me... as for Loki... I'll be needing quite a few stones. Fire, Water, Thunder, Ice, Leaf.

That's, what, several million? The highest quality ones go up for auction, so realistically they could go for more as well.

"Wonderful!" Mrs Fennel cheers. "Briar said that you wanted to take my elective? Make sure you have applied for it officially through your rotom phone."

"I have." I nod once.

"Oh good, In which case, you will get the message for the time of our first class." The woman smiles. "I look forwards to seeing your academic career flourish, Mr. Welsh!"

"Thank you." I reply as I turn and walk out of the room.

Well, perhaps its about time I get a second team member.

Heyo. Here with another chapter. I hope you enjoyed! chapter 4 is up on my p-troon for another 4 days, then it'll be up here and on QQ

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