While Tony Stark was busy angrily thrashing a small child with a penguin, two very different children were busy making what they felt was the most important decision in their young lives.
“Then just take the Squirtle, Pete,” cried Ned for nearly the tenth time. His best friend had flip-flopped between all three options for close to five minutes now.
Three more groans came from behind the pair and Ned sent them an apologetic glance before looking towards the Professor for help.
“I just can’t decide, Ned,” Peter moaned while rubbing his temples in frustration. “You already have a Mudkip and if I get Squirtle then that means we’ll have two water types! But, if I choose Charmander then that means Red won’t be able to get him and Bulbasaur means that Leaf won’t have her favorite either!”
“Hey!” Came an indignant shout from the rear. “What about me?!”
Both boys ignored the complaint and looked towards the Professor who was walking over with a kind smile.
“What do you think Professor?” Peter asked with pleading eyes before glancing at his feet. “I just can’t decide…”
“Hohoho,” Oak laughed good-naturedly and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Well, how about this. I just so happened to have two more Pokémon here that are in desperate need of a trainer.”
He brought out two distinct Pokéballs and set them on the table. One looked like all the rest of the Pokéballs, except it had a small lightning bolt painted on the top half. The other was even stranger, with a pitch black main body, a yellow center, and a red line circling the top half.
Gasps came from the trio in the rear, followed by another complaint from the boy who’d managed to annoy both Ned and Peter almost the instant they’d met.
“But Gramps, you can’t!” Blue cried out in shock. “That’s the luxury ball you wouldn’t even let mehave!”
Oak shot his grandson a reproachful look and sighed in disappointment when he saw no indication of him backing down. Shaking his head and proceeding to ignore the boy like everyone else in the room, the professor turned back to Peter and regained his smile.
“Normally I wouldn’t do this, but these two little guys need a special type of person to bring out their greatest potential,” he explained. “After hearing the reasoning behind your hesitation, I think you may be just the trainer I’ve been searching for.”
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“Are you sure you want to do that?” Queen asked with doubt. “Those two Pokémon are pretty broken as is, normally a player wouldn’t be able to pick one until after defeating at least one League or becoming a Champion.”
James shrugged, “I like Spider-Man and he always gets thrown a shitty hand in life, why not give him a place to just have fun. Besides, it’s singleplayer, it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.”
These two Pokémon were actually an Easter Egg that James had come up with on a whim. The Pikachu was obviously a variation of Ash’s and it’s stats eventually went on to prove its uniqueness, making it capable of feats no other of its kind could hope to perform. Some changes were made to the original, such as the Pokémon not minding a Pokéball so much and the ability to evolve into either a normal or Alolan Raichu.
The Eevee however, was something of James’ own design. It was unique in that it didn’t have a nature, EV’s, or IV’s until level 50 and couldn’t evolve until then either, no matter how much happiness or stones you tried to shove down its throat.
However after level 50, Eevee’s growth rate would explode and its maximum base stats would double until it evolved, where they would remain 50% higher than normal. Yes, this meant that when all was said and done, this Pokémon would have a base stat total of 787, a full 67 points higher than any other Pokémon in the world.
Thankfully, these two Pokémon were locked to singleplayer where a player being broken meant basically nothing, only effecting their own enjoyment and no one else’s.
James would personally never use them, as he was usually looking for ways to make Pokémon harder rather than the other way around, but he was still excited to see one of them in action nonetheless.
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Peter’s and Ned’s wide eyes were locked onto the new Pokéballs instantly. Hesitantly, with a finger trembling in excitement, Peter reached out and poked the center button on the ball with a lightning bolt painted on it.
In a flash of red light and a deluge of sparks, a small yellow mouse sat on the table. It yawned and rubbed its eyes as it looked around in confusion.
“Woah!” Ned gaped. “This is the Pokémon on all the website ads! You have to pick this one Pete, there’s gotta be a reason they picked it as their mascot.”
“This Pokémon is known as a Pikachu,” Oak explained with a laugh from the side. “They are an Electric type Pokémon. When angered, they discharge the energy stored within the pouches on their cheeks as an electric shock. Quite the challenge for new trainers most of the time, but I believe you could overcome them with some effort.”
Peter was also happy to see the new Pokémon, however he wasn’t so impatient as to pick before even seeing the other. Thus, the boy poked the center button on what Blue had called the Luxury Ball and stepped back in anticipation.
Another flash of red light later, a very familiar brown and white, cat-like Pokémon sat beside Pikachu on the table.
“Ee-vah!” It cried out in happiness and bounced in place upon seeing Peter once again.
“Hoho,” Oak chuckled. “I believe the two of you have already met. This Pokémon is Eevee, a Normal type. It has the ability to evolve into many forms, allowing it to adapt smoothly and perfectly to any environment.”
The Professor walked over and scratched the Eevee under the chin before sighing, “However this particular Eevee, seems to have a mutation among mutations within its species and thus, the reason it was sent to me. Sadly, I haven’t made any progress in my research for quite a while. Which is why, seeing how the two of you got along so well earlier, I thought you could tackle it from another angle”
Peter knew his decision the instant he locked eyes with Eevee. Pikachu may have been the supposed mascot of the game, but the boy felt a real connection with Eevee since the first time he’d seen it.
Maybe it was because their fates would so closely match one another in the distant future, or just the will of some random guy wanting to see how his custom Pokémon fared in the hands of a ten year old, Peter didn’t know. But what he did know was that he, “-chose Eevee.”