MJ’s Poke’ Odyssey

By Artistical Cosmical

 

Chapter1: The Transportation

  This is a story about a boy called MJ. His name is actually Mousa junior. His 
father, Mousa Toure was fascinated by animes and would draw pictures and write 
stories about his favorite animes and putting himself and friends in it. The 
animes were Yu-Gi-Oh, Digimon, Poke'mon, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, 
Dragonball, Sailor Moon and so many more. He also did Non-animes like Neopets, 
Harry Potter (Inspired by his good friend Oddish) and was able to produce, 
direct, write and draw all these things.

  Mousa’s son, MJ also loved animes too! In fact, every day, he’d have hundreds 
of things to represent an anime. Today, he’s wearing a poke’mon Zodiac League t-
shirt, a belt with every single type of poke’mon card in the belt pockets, a 
backpack with a video and DVD that each have every, single poke’mon episode from 
Ash in Kanto, to Mousa in Ryooku and another DVD and Video with every single 
poke’mon movie! He also had small toy replicas of The Zodiac league characters 
and their poke’mon. MJ was the Poke’mon prince of the world!

  MJ always wished (Like his dad) that he could travel through animes and be 
part of the action. Oh, Did I mention MJ had every poke’mon gameboy game? MJ was 
watching his dad’s poke’mon show on TV one day when he thought: ‘I wish that I 
could be part of the action.’ MJ thought hard with his hopes high but nothing 
happened. He watched the episode when Team Airborne Forests was burning down 
Virgo city, the town of hawk people, and Mousa was kidnapped. Trinni, Hank, 
Matthew and Mouna were helpless and watched as they took their special friend 
away. MJ knew the ending. The gang finds Mousa and he escapes, and won the Virgo 
city badge. Mousa was turning the TV off when he felt a surge of electricity 
through his body and then suddenly, he dematerialized on the spot!

  MJ woke up in a sewer, under a platform on the ceiling and beside him was a 
control panel. He saw a woman in a lab coat with purple hair and a yellow 
headband. She seemed too old but it was her.

  “Professor Hazel?” MJ asked. He was surprised to see an anime person right 
before his eyes.

  “Are you Mousa?” She asked. She seemed to recognize MJ, just not to well. 
Soon, a Teenage Boy with white spiky hair and a black headband came up behind 
her. It was anime Mousa’s best friend, Hank.

  “He can’t be,” Hank said with despair and disappointment. “He looks like him 
but he’s too young, this kid also seems to not wear glasses but he’s muscular 
like him.” MJ was totally confused. You’d think they were comparing MJ with his 
dad and anime Mousa.

  “Now look. I know perfectly well who you are but, why am I here?” MJ inquired. 
“Do you know, Hank, or you Professor Hazel? And where are Mousa, Mouna, Matthew 
and Trinni?”

  “Hey,” Hazel exclaimed. “How do you know who we are and the others and what do 
you know about Mousa?”

  “I’m MJ, short for Mousa Junior; my dad designed you and the others.”

  “Are you okay kid?” Hank asked while feeling MJ’s head.

  “I’m fine! I just want to know why you guys are in a sewer! You all should 
have been halfway through the Ryooku League!” as he pushed away Hank's hand.

  “We’ve been here ever since Mousa got captured by Team AF and was never seen 
again. We’ve been trapped here in Zodiac town for 4 years.”

  “That’s not supposed to happen! Bring in the team and I’ll explain 
everything!” Hank, who was now fifteen brought in a young, brown girl with 
dreadlocks and was about thirteen who was Mousa’s sister Mouna, a boy of 
nineteen with brown, smooth hair with a few hairs sticking up at his forehead 
who was the ex-gym leader of Gemini city and is trying to become a poke’mon 
researcher known as Matthew and a very sexy looking girl in a black ninja 
uniform with brown hair and two pom poms in her hair who was about fourteen, 
better known as The Forest Ninja or Mousa’s girlfriend, is Trinni. They all 
gathered around MJ who was, like his father, nervous and jumpy around people.

  “Hello,” Matthew said kindly. “So, Hank tells me you know about Mousa.”

  “Please tell me,” Mouna stated to speak in a shaky voice. “Is my brother 
okay?”

  “I beg of you,” Trinni cried, almost in tears. “Tell what became of him and if 
he’s okay.”

  “Well, you see, it starts out like this…” MJ started to explain how poke’mon 
started out from his father’s time, how his dad decided to make his own version 
of animes and designed characters from his favorites and adding himself and new 
characters, how his father felt lonely of never being loved and created Trinni 
and hope one day he could access the anime world, how he wrote all the stories, 
about some of the characters being real and just altered by his dad’s 
imagination to create new characters and real people and how he was able to 
accomplish his dream of creating a TV show.

  “…And now, I have achieved my dad’s dream of coming here! Not to mention the 
fact that I have every, single episode of poke’mon from the past to beyond now 
and they are in a video and DVD and my backpack.” Everyone listened closely and 
Matthew took hundreds of notes.

  “Let me get this strait, your dad created us and this show out of pleasure 
from the original and you come from a world where all these shows you call 
animes like poke’mon are just merchandise, cards, toys, videos, party supplies, 
etc, etc?” Matthew asked while going through his entire set notes and found his 
results astounding.

  “Yup, that’s about it.” MJ replied firmly.

  “Seems pretty whacky to me.” Hank replied. Mouna agreed but Trinni was silent. 
“Even if what you say is true, how did you get here in the first place? You’re 
like, from another dimension!” everyone looked at professor Hazel and she just 
sighed.

  “Guilty. I tried to bring Mousa back by inserting his name, description and 
estimated age on my transporter but, something went wrong.” She walked over to 
the panel and sighed again. “It seems a poke’mon down here thought it would be 
funny to mess around with the age and description so instead of fifteen and 
glasses, I get eleven and no glasses. You match the description except the 
glasses and the age.” She turned to the trainers. “Whose poke’mon destroyed our 
only hope of stopping Team AF from world domination!!!! Who? Who? WHO?!?!?!?!?!” 
She took out a Poke'Alex, similar to the poke’Dex and activated the translation 
function. Among Hank’s spiky hair, a small voice called out.

  {Guilty.} The voice squeaked. Emerged was a green bird with arms and legs with 
a leaf on his hands, feet, head and tail. It was Hank’s legendary Leafinglide. 
The only poke’mon ever able to draw against Mousa’s legendary Flareaton in the 
Zodiac league.

  “But… I gave you to Hank. You were the most trustworthy poke’mon I had and you 
did this?”

  {You don’t understand. Your son’s Jolteon forced me to do it. He said it would 
make Max happy to never see Mousa for a long, long time and he threatened me! I 
have a 5x disadvantage, considering I’m part flying and-}

  “MAXWELL!!!!” Prof. Hazel yelled with anger beyond anything in the world. In 
the real world, Max was one of Mousa Sr.’s best friends but in the show, Max is 
Mousa’s archrival. A 16-year-old boy with brown, spiky hair and a ponytail walk 
into the room with a smirk on his face and a Jolteon right below him with the 
same look on his face.

  “Hello mom,” Max said between laughs. “What’s today’s boring topic for our 
meeting?”

  “You and your poke’mon threatening Leafinglide into bringing this young boy 
instead of Mousa!” Max stopped snickering and he frowned. He was busted big 
time.

  “Now Mom-” Max said, trying convince his mom that he didn’t know what came 
over him until she cut him off.

   “Don’t now mom me buster! You perfectly well what you did and I want you to 
apologize, no, do whatever these teens ask you to do and to say sorry to this 
youngster for dragging here into this world! Mousa was a good boy. You bullied 
him for fun, tormented his mother and now his! There is absolutely no way to 
save Zodiac now! I thought you cared about Zodiac. You were born and raised 
here.

   “Mr. Toure has been trying his best to free this town from the other side for 
the past for years and this is how you repay him? Mrs. Toure provided food and 
medicine for you and others and this is how you repay her? I ask you…” Professor 
Hazel was breathing hard when she finished her rant and advanced towards Max 
with murder on her mind. She was bloodthirsty and was just about to ring Max’s 
neck!

  “Mom, remember your blood pressure!” Max panicked until MJ finally called.

  “ENOUGH!” MJ yelled. Everyone’s attention was on him. “I can understand why 
you’re angry but we have to try to hope for the best. Team AF got some help and 
we have to stop them. I’m skilled in poke’mon on the other side and I’ve beaten 
every game, I know every poke’mon and their attacks, not to mention an 
artificial Poke’Alex. I think I can help, I just need a starting pokémon.”

  “Sorry,” Professor Hazel replied as she calmed down. “I like the way you think 
though.”

  “Thank you.” MJ looked around the room to Matthew, Hank, Trinni and Mouna. 
“WHO’S WITH ME!?” MJ yelled to the team. They all cheered.

  “I need for you to go to Mount Crux and find a leaf stone, a fire stone, a 
water stone, lightning stone, ice stone, fighting stone, ghost stone, iron 
stone, a flying stone, a medusa stone, a moon stone, a cyber stone, a ground 
stone, a Psy stone, a dark stone, a poison stone, a light stone and a dragon 
stone. I used the power of the elements from the stones to power up my machine. 
With it, I could teleport Mousa, Flareaton, and a Calvary.”

  “Great,” MJ replied. “But can I get myself a poke'mon first?”

  “Of course,” Prof. Hazel ran to another room and returned a weak, little 
Eevee. Next to Flareaton and Leafinglide, Eevee was one of MJ's favorite 
poke'mon. Using the stones listed above, it could evolve into any element Eevee 
form. “This was an injured Eevee we found near a wrecked building. I’m taking 
care of it but I want it to have a good home and Trainer who can love him and 
take care of him and know what’s best. I know you have the knowledge, courage 
and heart to take care of him. Will you?”

   “Yes, I will Prof. Hazel, This is an honor. Thank you.” The Eevee seemed to 
like MJ already. He sniffed him and started to crawl all over him until he got 
to MJ’s shoulder. “Let the Journey begin!”

 

 

To Be Continued…