#Kun Plays Pokemon Red

Despite the fact that it HAS been 3 months, and people are going to forget what happens in a CYOA within that time...I still find it needed that I put a 'Location of Notshalite and Cloacky' status at the end of every update.


> Ask why they're calling us Crimson.

Morticia stares long and hard into your eyes...and lets out a small sigh. "Such a normally innocent question, but in this context it's perfectly valid. You see, 'Crimson' was a nickname given to you in two contexts. It was given to you in your youth by your close friend, Deborah...when you two were still close. Apparently, you had a fascination with the band King Crimson, and your friend Deborah started referring to you as Crimson, both from that interest and a dislike of your birth name."

"King Crimson, eh?", Gomez buts in. "Not bad, but I'm a man that prefers my Screamcore."

"Gomez, please. Crimson has questions, so our first priority is to answer them."

"Well...just thought I'd put my two cents in."

"Anyways, it's unlikely you'd remember that because you're not entirely that child. Right now, Crimson, I'm speaking to you as the alien life form that you are which is inhabiting this boy's body. Your true name is WYMCKFCKSFPe832, a name formed from the multiple names that the entities embodying your thought came up for you. 'Winston Yarooh Maya Charlie Kellyn Flesh 'Crimson' Katsum Sneila Fey Payne eiufeiu832.' It's worth nothing that the boy started referring to himself as 'C' not long before your adventure began, and you've been subconsciously using that single-lettered name as a result...those that you haven't met whom call you Crimson, not unlike Bill, show not only an air of formality...but also know of your true nature. When I refer to you as Crimson, I speak to both the 108-gendered alien, and the body that it inhabits to manifest itself in this world."

"My goodness, Morticia!" Uncle Fester looks on in surprise. "I didn't think of you as such a explainer of things!...perhaps you could explain where my spare set of beakers wandered off to?"

"How about instead of that, YOU can explain the next question to Crimson while I fetch the kids. And Grandmama."

"Oh! I can do that easy!" Uncle Fester makes his way in front of you, as Morticia leaves the room. "Alright, kid. What else do you have to ask about?"

Ask if they know anything about the Domeocracy.

"Oh, that's a bit of a loaded question! But it's not something I have to take too long to explain. Now, you know how you have all those people following around you in your own world, that kind of acts like an army with a bit of sentience? Well...those guys and gals are something we Addams refer to as 'figments'. They're beings that were able to manifest in your world under very special circumstances that we'll get to soon enough...but in essence, they're extensions of your own being, given properties reflective in the memories you have of the worlds they originate from. That doesn't mean that all of them are fake, of course. There's some very real people that made their way into this world with your help, which include those like Asphoxia, Leaf, Koopario, Notshalite...it's all in their desire to be there with you, you know?"

"I'm sorry if that breaks the illusion that you've been having miraculous encounters with extraterrestrials from other worlds and amassing your own intergalactic army...but look on the bright side! You were able to create an entire army of people using your power! That's pretty spiffy. Of course, none of them realize their true identity as an extension of yourself, and it might be hard to tell who's a figment of your imagination, and who's real! Especially considering they're as capable of coming and going through dimensions as you are, yourself. They're extensions of yourself, so they have the same capability to travel through space and time freely...but since they don't KNOW that they have these capabilities, they would never actively use them. And, well, should one of them happen to be eliminated, that energy that was used to create them is no longer yours...it returns to the grand cosmos, to be one with the Universe. Pretty poetic, if I do say so myself!"

"The long and short of it is, the Domeocracy is the same way: most of them are figments that were created by the man you knew as Bill in an attempt to cause mass chaos around the world, once the leaders of the world were under his control...at least, that's what he SAID he was doing."

"Brother...I think maybe he should know about Claude, too. It's important."

"Oh, Gomez...you're quite right. See, it's really just Wishmakers like yourself that can create figments in special areas like the one you were in...but...That child from Kalos, Clauren. He took interest in your world, hearing about strange events happening in Kanto. He traveled there with a few of his figments, but was taken by surprise as he arrived there. Bill's first course of action with him was a brash one...he thought the best way to bring Clauren under his control and attain his powers for himself was fusion...and unfortunately for us, it worked. So, bam! Domeocracy. That help?

...I'm in no position to say how you react to this news. Gomez gives you as much time as you need before speaking up.

"So!...third question?"

Ask for a quick plot recap cause it's been three months and idk anymore.

"Oh, I can answer that!"

A voice unfamiliar to you, shrill in nature, called out. Carting a wagon filled to the brin with potions from the left entrance to the room was a very elderly woman with frizzly gray hair. You'd think she was a witch, even more than you'd think of Morticia! "So, you want to know what happened in your world while you were here? That's good, because we Addams pretty much do so as part of our job! Now, the best place would be to start at the night of Mia Fey's murder, wouldn't it? Hee hee! Well..."

"The night before Asphoxia was kidnapped, there had been a murder in Fuchsia City. An Ace Lawyer in her own right, she was found dead in her office by her apprentice, Phoenix Wright, a Defense Attorney-in-Training. The only two people in the room were her sister, Maya Fey, and an unknown lifeform mistakenly called a Goblin. She was, in actuality, a type of gem called a Peridot. The Peridot was sent away, and Maya was brought into questioning...and the Peridot was deemed the murderer."

"Of course, it's far from the only oddity going on in Fuchsia, as oddly enough the law enforcement there is a group of men dressed in Pig-like uniforms. And their reach seems not to end at mere law-enforcement, as they were seen working at a tower in the far corner of town. A high-ranking officer in their group apparently has ownership of a monkey found on the premise, which is wearing a shock collar and sending off packages of something called a Happy Box to people. Which is kind of like a pink T.V."

"As Phoenix questioned Pigmasks in their holding facility, some in your group became aware of the fact that a car was following them around town. Of course, questioning was hard, as for some reason the Pigmask in charge of looking over the facility was unnecessarily absorbed in repeating the lines of something he was watching on T.V. Not long after, he stopped, and as the group headed on their way out, they were caught in a rhythm-based illusion. Phoenix was forced to drive a car, one only tied to his ability to Rap along with the driving instructor. One in your group, a man by the name of Jotaro Kujo, launched himself after a car that was following your group in this rhythm-based dimension, who was also present in Fuchsia. And then they were warped into another rhythm-based illusion! So, that's what happened."

"Oh boy! I heard something about rhythm and illusions! That sounds like fun!"

The voice you heard sounded like that of a male child's. A girl slightly older than his age was tugging the poor boy, tied to a wagon wheel, and stopped to the side of you. To you, she spoke:

"So, you're that Crimson boy mom was talking about? You don't look all that all-powerful to me. I don't really know why we keep choosing kids like you for your bodies. Personally, I would aim for someone a little burlier, like Lurch..."

"Well", Gomez speaks up "We do have a certain process behind this. Wishmakers can't just inhabit any body they please. Certain criteria have to be met. Criteria which...none of us are really in any position to disclose right now, Crimson. But you'll find out in due time! Right now, though, you should know a little background information on us, and as head-of-the household-"

"Why does that mean anything?" The boy tied to the Wagon wheel seems to be the one speaking out. "Just because you're head-of-the household in this scenario doesn't mean-"

"Not another word, Pugsley!" Morticia sounds a bit...snappy. "...Then again, there's no point in keeping up the illusion any longer. As you might have guessed, no, we're not really the Addams Family. They don't exactly live on the Sevii Islands, and you don't have the power here to make that happen, anyways."

"The truth is, we're a group of seven that acts almost like...a singular entity. We don't have a name that can be properly expressed in your tongue, so you simply refer to us thematically as 'Amber'. We created you, Crimson, and all of the other Wishmakers you may know of to deal with something that in your tongue is most comparable to a 'Reality Grid'.

"You see", Gomez adds, "As a Wishmaker, Crimson, you have the power to do many things. Miraculous things. You can transform at will, levitate, walk on water...you can pretty much move yourself to be at any point in spacer wherever you like. However...where you really shine is in Kanto, because it is there where your reality-bending powers come into play."

"That's right, Gomez. Because it's in Kanto where a Reality grid was put into place. Think about the known Universe as being...cookie dough, spread across an infinitely-expanding cookie sheet. For the most part, the Cookie Dough is very consistent, though it does have small inconsistencies throughout, and it sometimes tears in some places, though the Cookie Dough will naturally repair itself in such cases...of course, where it tears, there's a 'gap' in the Universe, a state of cookie sheet that is just...nothing. It's not really a part of the Universe as you knew it..."

"Now, imagine a Reality Grid as a cookie cutter. Any shape, any size...it doesn't matter. What's important is that this cookie cutter is used to separate a section of space-time from the rest of the Universe. To the outside world here, it only seems as if Kanto vanished from this known plane of existence...it is still there, but it's separated by a gap in the Universe, one created artificially."

"Since it's separated from the rest of the Universe, this small section could be altered with less resistance than the Universe would normally exhibit using the Reality Grid. Details about history can be changed...time could be moved forwards or backwards...people can manifest from out of nothing, and disappear in that same nothing. All the known laws of Space-Time could be thrown out the window. However, none of these changes are perfect...they all hinge on the Reality Marble being in place."

"Naturally, the Universe will try filling in that 'artificial gap' created by the Reality Grid, which of course it cannot do because the reality grid is in place. But that doesn't mean it's an insurmountable wall...it normally be entered through normal means, but there are beings that can cross through it. Wishmakers, to be precise. In fact, they were designed for such purpose. Masters of Reality...but such power, sadly, is not something that can be handled by a singular conscious. It needs to be directed by something else beyond the Reality Grid. And it needs to inhabit a body within the Reality Grid. In a way, a Wishmaker is almost like an intergalactic receiver, relaying commands to another person."

"The end goal of any Wishmaker in this position is to find the source of the Reality Grid. Either where it was set, or by whom...and to undo the effects safely, by using their own powers of reality-warping to prevent the area cut out from the Universe from warping too excessively while being brought back into the rest of the Universe. Which can happen, in some extreme circumstances. Unfortunately, Wishmakers have just as much power to set Reality Grids as they do the ability to remove them...which sometimes results in a Wishmaker being sent in to stop another one. Not always, though..."

"Now, what happened with you was rather unfortunate. It seems you were sent here, outside of the Grid, by a being with an extremely solid grasp on Reality-manipulation...this kind of scenario is very, very rare. But you're just as capable of heading back into the Reality Grid, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem. Except...whilst a Wishmaker could just normally phase right back through the Grid, you were physically removed through a Wormhole. You would either have to find a new wormhole, or re-open a previously closed one to reach back into your world..."

"As Amber, we have incredible foresight into the workings of this world, and we can tell that this Wormhole still exists not far off the coast of One Island...If you return to where you came from, you may yet be able to return...but you have no time to lose. We're all counting on you, Crimson..."

You couldn't really tell at what point in that conversation the Addams stopped being the...Addams. Morticia was just talking, and talking...and all throughout your conversation, it felt less like she and the rest of the Addams were really there, and more like you were getting your ear talked off...you don't even remember leaving their mansion, just that you stopped being there. You blink a few times, realizing you're back at the base of that Volcano, no mansion in sight. Was it all a dream?...hell if I know.

Returning to where you came from is a good idea...but...also...volcano! Considering your affinity with Volcano Bakemeat, exploring this place is a must. But...ultimately, it's up to you guys!

(Next update, we will return to more usual shenanigans. Sorry, but...that wall of text kind of took a while to write, y'know?)

>Notshalite, Cloacky and Discount Bot are currently: with the Fuchsia group in Rhythm Hell.

We've been to volcanoes in like two CYOAs now. Like my parents say about almost every modern sci-fi show, "it's been DONE before!"

So, let's go back the way we came. That's fairly uncharted territory nowadays.

Cloacky: Try to catch Steven with telekinesis.
Notsha: Cut the onion.
DB: Fry the onion.
"I'm not sure if Notshalite will be able to cut that..."
Only one way to find out!

C: Turn the tables and convince this person that no, in fact, SHE RAN OVER THE OCEAN HAHAAAAA and go hide in a bush until she stops suspecting us of weirdness.

Ice Cream Man:
Appear out of nowhere,
Pack yo' mad flow.
Remind this onion
Now it's time to go.
Crush Groove's comin',
You're his Jock Techie
Lay down some Shade,
This scene is gettin' heavy.


C: Point out that running across the ocean is a totally normal thing to do, and heavily deny any accusations to the contrary.

???: "...Wait. What? That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm pretty sure Crimson gets plenty of exercise as it stands. He eats healthy, too, even if his diet is pre-dominantly Volcano Bakemeat-based. What's even in that stuff, anyways?...I wouldn't know, and I wouldn't want to find out."

???: "God...I hope this isn't my fault. No, it couldn't be...I didn't even do anything yet. Maybe Xeno was just in a joking mood today? Kind of a dick move, though, after a month-long hiatus."

???: "It doesn't look like this is the end for him, though, it looks like he comes back shortly...but I need to fill in this dead space somehow. I guess we could...wait...what's going on down there? Oh...don't tell me-

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ding dong

It was a nice, sunny day in the town of Springfield. A perfect day for Chalmers to arrive with champagne, on his planned Luncheon with Seymour. As he stood in front of the house, he quickly pondered how long it had taken him to arrive. A victim of poor planning, he had been. It didn't take long for Principal Seymour, dressed in his usual formal attire, to answer the door. Superintendent Chalmers was the first to speak.

Chalmers: "Well, Seymour, I made it, despite your directions."

Seymour: "Ah, Superintendant Chalmers, welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!"

Chalmers: "Mmmyes."

Chalmers made his way over to the table, setting the champagne into a bucked filled with ice, acting as the centerpiece. Seymour walks into the Kitchen, coming to a shocking discovery...the oven he was preparing his roast in, emanating smoke! He opens it, his fears answered...his roast, bursting into flames!

Seymour: "Oh, egads! My roast is ruined!"

And then...Seymour had an idea...a devilish idea...

But what was it?

Seymour: "But what if..."

Seymour walks over to a nearby window, where you can see a Haunted Typewriter Factory.

Seymour: "I were to recap the entire Pokemon CYOA and disguise it as my own writing? Ohohohoho! Delightfully devilish, Seymour!"

Seymour quickly takes his cooking smock off, opens the window and rushes to it, but as soon as Seymour gets his foot out the door...Chalmers bursts in, seeing this very questioning scene.

Chalmers: "Ah-"

Chalmers stares firmly at Seymour.

Skinner, with his crazy explanations
The Superintendent's gonna need his medication
when he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations
there'll be trouble in town tonight!

Chalmers: "SEEEEEYMOOOOUUUUUR!"

Seymour stutters, trying to think of a good excuse.

Seymour: "Superintendent, I was just, uh..."

Clearly he was stretching his diaphragm on the recap. Isometric Breathing.

Just the steam from them steamed recaps.

Seymour: "Ooooh, haunted house!"

Chalmers: Press X to Doubt, but ultimately decide to trust him.

Okay, now this is inaccurate because you said you were having a haunted house, not a Steamed Recap.
Then again...okay, yeah, Chalmers still has the upper hand.

Skinner: "Oh, no, Haunted Recaps is what I call Steamed Recaps. It's a...regional dialect."

Wonder about the political situation in the Middle East.

Seymour: "Oh, no, Haunted Recaps is what I call Steamed Recaps. It's a...regional dialect."

Chalmers: "Uh huh. What region?"

Seymour: "The Middle East."

Chalmers: "Really. Because I'm from Iraq, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'Haunted Recaps'."

Seymour: "Oh, not in Iraq, no. It's a Saudi Arabian expression."

Chalmers: "I see."

Chalmers takes a piece of the recap, as it squirms in his hand. He takes in the Comic Sans typography of the page, explaining in detail how an offshoot of the group traveled through Ultimecia's Castle.

Chalmers: "You know, this Recap looks an awful lot like it's describing a walkthrough."