Pokemon: Lord of Fear

"How's the work going? Do the employees have any other requests?" Edward sat backstage, watching the Pokémon working, and couldn't help but ask.

Mismagius floated beside Edward, applying makeup.

No, wait.

It wasn't makeup. It looked more like plastic surgery.

Mismagius had shaped its body to resemble Mary Shaw, and even wore a wig.

[Everyone is very happy.]

Mismagius raised the phone in its hand.

"Next time, pay attention when typing. These typos are terrifying." Edward couldn't hold back a little.

"Happiness" and "happy heart" are not the same thing.

The former refers to emotions, while the latter is a criminal case.

Edward certainly didn't want his theater to be shut down just a few days after opening by Officer Jenny and her team.

[Woman]

Looking at the words Mismagius had typed, Edward rubbed his temples. Indeed, not every Pokémon could possess the same level of intelligence as Gengar. If only Gengar were around; he could have helped with the translation.

Since Edward and Gengar had gone through the basic process of the puppet theater, Gengar had shouted, "I've understood!" and then dove into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

Edward still had no idea where Gengar was now.

"Keep it up. Your wages will be credited to your accounts later," Edward glanced at the monitor. The new group of visitors had already been chased to the iron walkway by Mary Shaw's puppets, so it was almost time for Mismagius to make its entrance.

Mary Shaw flashed her black teeth and happily floated out, while Edward left the theater amidst the visitors' screams.

By the time Edward had walked out of Petalburg Woods, he still hadn't seen Gengar's shadow. He had no idea what strange realization this guy had come to.

Meanwhile, his old father was also leaving their home in Rustboro, carrying his luggage. For a while, the house was left with only Edward, the butler, and the servants.

"Tch, why does it feel so eerie writing a script at home?" Edward glanced at the empty mansion and pouted.

Having a room too big wasn't great either. When you open the door and there's no one around, it felt like a waste not to write ghost stories in such an environment.

As Edward kept writing, it started to feel like the empty room had more people in it.

After writing for a while, Edward put down his pen. He decided to watch the special Pokémon movie version first and conduct some market research.

Edward opened the Never Decay Video Network and searched quickly. Soon, he found the 2.1-rated movie Lucario: Journey Begins.

The entire film was two hours long, and it could be considered a standard production.

Edward watched for a while before silently closing the page.

He understood.

Even if this movie had human actors, it probably wouldn't have done well because the movie was simply terrible—so bad it was offensive.

The whole thing was filmed from a cockroach's perspective, and the director loved to shake the camera around. Watching it made Edward want to vomit.

For most movies, except for those pseudo-documentaries, the camera angles are usually steady. Camera shake or changes in angle are part of the cinematic language.

But in this movie, the camera felt like it was filmed by a drunk man.

Edward couldn't help but check the director of this film.

[Kaitlyn: A famous director in the Alliance, known for surprising audiences and leaving them in awe. His works often feature postmodern artistic cyberpunk styles, and he is a personal…]

Edward silently closed the description.

"Could it be that this movie was made as a joke?" Edward thought of some rumors in the film industry.

How many films are made each year? That's a hard question to guess.

If you don't know much about movies, you might think that only the ones on cinema apps count. But in reality, there are over four hundred films that receive public screening permits every year, not to mention the global total.

So, do these movies make money? Not necessarily.

Some movies don't even make it to theaters, and audiences may never even know they exist.

So why are there so many films? That's an interesting question.

As for Edward, he felt that Lucario was really unbearable. The main actor, Lucario, had reverted to basic acting skills.

It was impossible to see any trace of acting.

After all, there was really no acting at all.

"This type of movie flopping is somewhat understandable," Edward thought. These assembly-line garbage films had no business being released. Slapping a pure Pokémon label on it was probably just to pass the review quickly.

Edward then pulled up Starting from Rattata to Become the Strongest. The rating was slightly better.

3.8 points.

Edward double-checked—it was out of ten.

He clicked to watch, and it was an hour and fifty-one minutes long.

After watching the whole thing, Edward laid back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. He felt like his life's time had just been stolen for an hour and fifty-one minutes.

Q, who had watched it with Edward, was now lying on the table, occasionally twitching, proving that Q was still alive.

The movie was slightly more normal, except for the same lack of acting from the main Pokémon actors and the complete absence of subtitles for Pokémon language exchanges. Edward just watched Rattata calling out, then calling with other Rattata, with Charmander, with Aerodactyl.

Then other Pokémon were also calling out wildly, and Rattata suddenly seemed to understand something, started battling, grew stronger, and stomped on those Pokémon, loudly shouting.

"Arceus help me!" Edward rubbed his face.

Now, all he could hear in his mind was Rattata's bizarre cries.

This movie was clearly made for Pokémon, because Edward couldn't understand a thing.

The most ridiculous part was that in the middle of the movie, they inserted a [Hero gets stronger, returns to find family in danger, angrily confronts the villain, who kills the hero's family, hero cries over their loss, then vows to become stronger and seek revenge] plotline.

This plot wasn't anything new, after all, most movies have this kind of segment.

But the problem was…

Edward watched as Rattata hugged another Rattata and cried, and he couldn't feel a thing.

Even when Q's little snack fell to the floor, it didn't even notice.

Q was completely stunned.

Edward rubbed his face.

"I suddenly think that what Ada said might actually have some truth to it. Maybe the Pokémon market really is an untapped blue ocean." Edward picked up his pen.

He was done with these terrible films.

He would rather write his own Pokémon special edition movie than keep torturing himself.

(End of Chapter)