NOTE: I do not own either franchises pertaining to the story. Pokemon is copyright to Nintendo, Game Freak and Creatures Inc.; My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright to Hasbro. Also, for the sake of adding atmosphere, you can click here for some music. Links will also be put in for different songs as the story progresses. Enjoy!
Enter Cyrus
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A boy, wearing a blue jacket, jeans, beret and scarf walked across the gray-and-purple floating platform to its edge, where the purple-and-yellow sphere laid. His Torterra followed him slowly, panting heavily and struggling with each step.
He picked up the ball, turning to the turtle-esque creature and showed it to it..
“We did it, buddy. It was tough, but you pulled through.” The boy observed with a gleaming smile.
He drew another one of these spheres. This one, however, was more simple; half-red and half-white. “Torterra, return!” he called, pressing a white button on the ball’s equator to deploy a red beam of energy, drawing in the creature.
He turned around, where two adults were standing. One was a woman, donning a black suit and overcoat, with long, flowing blonde hair, gray eyes, and with black extensions in her hair. She was smiling; a subtle grin that gave off a glow of astoundment. The other was a tall man, with a face that seemed to be carved from stone, with blue, spiked hair and blue eyes. He wore a gray, strapped vest, with a banded shirt-and-pants combination that seemed to form a jumpsuit. His face brandished a frown; a look of scorn and sheer rage.
The latter of the two walked towards the boy, hands balled up into two fists.
"That Pokémon...” he stifled in a low, emotionless voice. He felt a swarm of anger surge through him, pumping through his veins. “That shadowy Pokémon was captured?!” he screamed.
“Your doing so means that this irrational world will remain in existence!” he stamped his foot in agitation, trying to restrain himself from throwing a tantrum.
He began to stomp towards the kid, bombarding him with questions. “Does that make it impossible for me to create a new world? Even if I made new Red Chains, the new world can't be made! Why?! What compels you to protect the two worlds? Is spirit, a vague and incomplete thing, so important to you?!"
The woman began to run towards the two, shouting, “Cyrus! He’s just a child! Leave him alone!”
“Silence!” he yelled back, holding his hand towards her. “Do you not realize what this...’child’ just accomplished?!”
She held back, glaring at him.
The boy, frightened, but also retaining a glare towards Cyrus, suddenly felt something begin to tug from behind him. He turned around to see what appeared to be a window, surrounded by a purple vortex. It showed a lake, and a small, blue-and-black, cat-like creature was staring through it with a quizzical look.
“That must be the way back!” the woman stated. She walked over, moving around Cyrus and to the side of the boy. She faced the man again, who was beaming a cold stare.
“The emotions roiling inside me... Rage, hatred, frustration...” he muttered; his lips trembling, his fists shaking.
“These ugly emotions arise because of my own incomplete spirit!” He stomped his feet down, threw his arms out and let loose a barbaric scream.
“Cyrus, you’re mad!” the suited woman shouted. She was about to speak again when the man cut her off.
“Enough...” the man stood up as he regained his composure; his hand again in a “Halt” position. He turned to face the boy as well. “We will never see eye to eye. This, I promise you.”
He smirked, a black fire burned in his eyes. “I will break the secrets of the world.” he started, “With that knowledge, I will create my own complete and perfect world. One day, you will awaken to a world of my creation. A world without spirit."
The woman paused, staring at Cyrus with disbelief and scorn. “Come on, Lucas, it is time for us to go.
She put her hand on the Lucas’ back, and directed him to the portal. Hesitantly, they crawled both crawled through it simultaneously. After that, the vortex sealed itself shut.
Cyrus turned and began to look around him. The “Sky” in the shadowy realm began to darken and become a foreboding maroon color.
He dropped to his knees, and began to smash his hands into the ground. He arched up, letting out another ferocious shout. He continued to hit the rocky platform with his fists. He stopped as he cooled down, looking at his bruised, bloody knuckles. His head slumped.
Even prison would have been better than this place. He thought to himself, watching as platforms far away from him broke apart, pieces of rock flying in all directions.
He turned around, and fell on his back. He looked up as an endless vortex swirled above him. His anger began to fade away after a while, and he got back to his feet. He took one more glance to where the massive beast once remained, then turned around and began to walk away.
As he continued, hopping between platforms, thoughts flew through his head like crazy. Thoughts of everything that had happened in the Distortion World, thoughts of his early life, thoughts of his subordinates, or pawns, really, in Team Galactic, whom willingly sacrificed their time and ability to help him to achieve his goal, everything that ever happened to him.
With his ponderance came another flurry of emotions. Naturally, he blocked these out, and continued walking.
He had no idea how long he had been walking, he had lost track of time. He stopped. Oh, right, time doesn’t exist here. he thought. Unexpectedly, he stepped and didn’t have a chance to realize that his foot was stuck in a crater before tripping and falling forward.
Cursing himself, he stumbled back up, and suddenly saw something. It was another one of the portals, but not to the lake he had seen before.
It was most likely not back to Sinnoh, the man thought, but he was certain it would be much better than where he was now.
He peered through it, but unlike the other portal he had seen before, all that he could see in the entryway was a murky haze.
Without a second thought, he jumped into it.
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Blackness. All that was around him was blackness; as if it consumed him like some voracious beast. It took him a few moments to realize that his eyes were closed, but he couldn’t open them. He felt that he had become frozen without being frozen; he felt like he was paralyzed by nothing.
All of a sudden, his sense of touch came back. It felt like something was nudging him in his hip-area; a solid object. Then, his hearing kicked in.
“Uh...hello?” he heard. It was very faint, but he could determine that it was feminine; probably pertaining to a little girl.
“Are you...all right?” the voice asked.
Cyrus wanted to speak, but it seemed that his lips, too, were fused shut. After a few moments of nudging, he managed to flutter his eyes open to see a sight he was not expecting. All he saw was a large, orange-and-fuschia blur before rolling out of the way and springing up into an attack stance, his hand placed on one of the aforementioned spheres slung onto his waist.
However he began to strain under his weight, shaking before crashing to the ground with a painful grunt.
He looked back up, and saw that the blur was...a creature?
Yes, a creature. It as a living organism, but what was it? It was the first thing that went through the man’s mind as he stared at it. It beared traits to a Ponyta, yet was colored differently, did not have a flaming mane, and was certainly shaped differently, including small, avian-esque wings attached to its sides.
“Hey, are you all right?” it asked. Cyrus was shocked to see such a thing talk. He was completely frozen, which drew an odd look from the creature.
“Huh...guess you’re not so ‘all right,’ then.” she then took notice at his battered knuckles. Chuckling slightly, she asked, “What, did you hit a building or something?”
The foreign creature simply continued to stare. Nervously, she walked up to him, holding a hoof out in greeting. “I’m Scootaloo, what’s your name?”
More silence. Cyrus was awestruck by such a creature.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked. All of the sudden, Cyrus snapped back into reality. “Oh...um...yes...I’m sorry.” he stammered.
Cautiously, he held out his hand and shook with “Scootaloo.” “My name is Cyrus.” he said in a businesslike tone.
“Well, ‘Cyrus,’” she started, whispering “That’s a funny name,” “Do you need help? It looks like you fell pretty hard.”
“N-no...I am fine...I don’t need medical attention...but I do want to know where I ended up.” he struggled.
“Well...welcome to Equestria, Mr. Cyrus!” Scootaloo said with glee.
“‘Equestria?’ Hm...now I’m certain that this isn’t Sinnoh.” he said plainly.
“Sin...noe?” the orange equine asked.
“I’m certain you won’t know what it is. But, right now, all I need is information as to where I have ended up. If you have any sort of archive, please guide me to it.”
“Well...I still think that’s a bit of a dumb idea, but, okay, lemme’ show you the way!”
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The two left the clearing where the filly had found Cyrus, and were now on their way through a small town. Several commuters; more of these “ponies,” as Scootaloo calls them, directed stares of fright and astonishment as this giant walked amongst them.
Cyrus began to take note of his surroundings. He observed that the air was much different from the Sinnoh Region. It was very clean; no smoke or polluted stench from the Fuego Ironworks or bustling Jubilife City. He took note that it was also significantly warmer; of course, it was in the middle of winter before the previous events had happened.
He also noted that the architecture of the town was very dated; nothing like the modern metropolis of Sunyshore City he grew up in. It contained a bright variance of colors across the spectrum. Many blues, yellows, reds, browns, and so on.
Speaking of colors, the variations amongst the ponies was astounding. No two were the same color; he also noticed that each one had either a horn, a set of wings, or nothing at all. The organization leader, too, noted that each one had a basic design, a sketch of some sort, on their hindquarters. Scootaloo, however, lacked one of these.
They continued walking until they reached what appeared to be a massive tree. However, several windows, a low doorway, a balcony up in its canopy, and other adornments surrounded the structure.
“This is the library. Twilight should be here, but she’s probably studying. Knock real hard, and she’ll come out eventually.” the filly suggested.
“Thank you.” Cyrus answered blandly.
With a small smile, Scootaloo turned around, and walked the other way. He walked up to the door, and, very subtly, knocked.
Nothing.
Cyrus knocked again; using slightly more power.
Still nothing.
Frustrated, he raised his fist, and smashed onto the door with terrifying force, drawing frightened looks from already-gawking pedestrians trotting around him.
“Is somepony there?” he heard from the other side of the door. Suddenly, he heard a faint, repeated Trop! noise; gaining more volume after every repetition. He then heard what sounded like a knob turning, and the halved-door swung open.
What emerged was a but a lavender-colored variant of these equines, brandishing a horn. All that escaped its lips was a short gasp before it dashed back inside; not even giving Cyrus a moment to say anything.
With the door left open, he shrugged, and walked inside.
It was just what he needed. A library.
Books in red and brown shelves lined the walls to the ceiling. There were plenty of alcoves and tables to read at, and Cyrus could already take note at several large, old, informational tomes. However, at a pair of stairs in the back was the same purple pony who was shaking at its base.
Once it noticed that the giant did not seem to be destroying anything, she shakily rose up and trotted towards him.
“May I...help you?” the unicorn asked.
“Yes. My name is Cyrus,” he started, a hand out in greeting, “I recently came here from a debacle that I would...not like to disclose...and was guided to your humble abode by another member of your Ponyta-esque species. I was wondering if you had any, say...geographical and historical documents relating to this region of your world, so-named ‘Equestria.’ Do you have any on-hand?”
She was still staring at the man. “Why...yes! I have a few...” she noticed his hand out, “I’m Twilight Sparkle, by the way.”
“Twilight Sparkle? Quite a peculiar name...but I suppose I cannot justify that.” he said while shaking. "I presume this will be an interesting experience for both of us."