Prologue: Welcome to the Despair Guild!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danganronpa or Pokemon.

This is a rewrite of my original trial run of this type of story. While it is mostly the same as the original, I have made some updates here and there, including switching out several characters and replacing them.

Edit: 7/1/19: Fixed a discrepancy with Noivern and Froslass's backstories.

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I stared down the hole, feeling the wind rustle my fur, with a strange fear inside myself. I knew if I climbed down the ladder and into Wigglytuff's Guild my entire life will change.

I'm sorry! I just realized I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Braixen... and I'm also apparently known as the Ultimate Luckster.

Not a title fitting for me, I know. I personally would've called myself the Ultimate... something. To be completely honest, I'm just an average girl who was randomly selected to join the guild.

Oh sorry! I'm getting off-topic. Let me start from the beginning.

You see, after the events with the Time Gears, Wigglytuff's Guild has been growing larger and larger, with it gaining nearly over a hundred members. Soon enough, however, people were only joining just to say they were a part of this famous guild, which upset Guildmaster Wigglytuff. They decided to invite several pokémon from around the world to join their guild. These pokémon would be "ultimates" in their respective field and be able to form the ultimate team.

And now you're probably thinking about me. Why someone called "The Ultimate Luckster" was lucky enough to be invited to join a team like this. Well, it was just that. I was lucky.

Wigglytuff did a random draw from the millions of pokémon living on the planet. And my name was the one he managed to pick.

It's not that I'm not happy. It's just... an ordinary pokémon like me joining a team of ultimates? What kind of person wouldn't feel a bit intimidated?

Of course, it was just an orientation... What's the harm could it do? If I didn't like it I could always back out of it before the team was officially formed.

Bringing myself back to reality, I steeled my nerves and placed my foot on the first ladder rung before I could change my mind.

Immediately when my foot touched the ladder, I felt a sudden wave of dizziness overcome. Placing my paw on my head did nothing to help as I closed my eyes. I didn't even have time for a final thought before I blacked out.

Xxx

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping on a pile of hay.

Admittedly not my favorite living conditions.

Pulling myself out of the "bed", I looked around in stunned silence. I was in a small room with rocky wall and a metal plate converting something on the back wall. Curiously, I went over to the plate and lightly rapped it with my hand. "It's definitely metal," I confirmed, before pulling out my stick out of my tail. Pointing the price of wood at the metal, I yelled, "Ember!"

A small wisp of fire shot out of the stick and traveled right into the metal plate. I had expected it to burn straight through the metal, but when the fire cleared nothing had happened. I frowned. Usually my fire could easily burn through any sort of metal. It was definitely strange.

Unsatisfied, I turned around and looked at the rest of the room. I wasn't really happy with what I saw. There was a small room to the right that I assumed to be the bathroom but most of the room was bland with no decorations to highlight my excellent personality.

Hey! I know what you're thinking. I have an excellent personality!

Sighing, I turned to the door which turned out to be just wood with a small metal handle on it. Feeling like there was nothing left for me to see in my room, I left.

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I closed the door behind me, and gazed around the giant hall. It certainly was Wigglytuff's guild, no mistake about it. The only difference I could see from what people have told me was that there was another ladder leading down, except it was blocked with a metal grate.

Oh, and there were several other pokémon standing around the ladder that led to the surface. It was blocked off by some sort of metal gate.

I did a double take. Wait, what?!

I quickly walked to the small group they had formed and looked at each one of them carefully. "This must be the other ultimates," I realized, when I recognized a few of the famous ones.

A bipedal, canine-like pokémon, with fur that is mostly blue and black walked up to me. It had a short, round spike on the back of each forepaw, along with a third on its chest. It had a long snout and ears. It had cream-colored fur on its torso, and blue fur on its thighs that resembled shorts. It had four small black appendages on its head. "You're an ultimate too?" he cheerfully asked.

"Um... yeah," I answered.

"That great!" he said, a small grin forming on his face. "I'm Lucario, the Ultimate Fighter!"

Lucario~ The Ultimate Fighter

He suddenly frowned and studied me. I took a step back, feeling a bit self-conscious. "What?" I asked nervously.

He glared at me. "You need to work out more!"

"W-what?!" I blinked in surprise.

Lucario nodded. "It's just as I said! You need to put yourself on an intense training regimen!" He grinned. "Even if you're a girl you can be the strongest there ever was! I'd be happy to help you." He nodded to himself. "Yes, yes. Anyone can be the strongest in the world!"

"Anyone?" I repeated, surprised at how sure Lucario had sounded. "S-Sorry, but I don't think, I'm really cut out for something like that."

"Nonsense!" Lucario grinned. "You can do anything as long as you just try, after all, Miss…" He looked at me expectantly.

"Braixen," I supplied. "the Ultimate Luckster."

"Ah." He nodded. "However, luck has nothing on strength! One must always train their muscles!" He paused for a moment. "I can lend you a strength brace if you would like?"

"Actually," I said, quickly deciding to change the subject. "Do you know what's going on? Where's Wigglytuff?"

Lucario seemed to be a bit disappointed in me. "No," he said with a sigh. "I just woke up here with the other, unfortunately. And we can't break through that metal grate. Even I…" He looked at me with fire in his eyes. "That just means I need to train some more. Would you care to join me?"

"Right now? I think I'll pass," I said nervously. "At least until I talk to some of the other ultimates."

"Be careful then," Lucario advised. "Not all of them are nice like me." He walked away, back towards where the ladder should've been, as I moved away from the Ultimate Fighter.

Another pokémon caught my eye. This one was a large, bipedal, frog-like pokémon. Its body and legs were dark blue, with single large white bubbles on its legs and arms and white spots over its eyes. Its back feet had two toes, while its front feet have three toes. The feet were webbed, and it had a yellow chest and a yellow-and-blue face. A large dark blue stripe ran down the middle of its head, with projected light blue stripes in between its large, yellow ears. Its mouth was hidden behind a large, pink tongue that wrapped around its neck. It was leaning against the wall with its eyes closed as if resting.

I stared at the pokémon for a good few seconds. "Wow," I breathed. "He seems pretty cool."

The greninja stiffened as if it had heard me and straightened its back. "I'm a girl," she said, stiffly, with an obvious feminine voice emitting from underneath her tongue.

"Oh." I felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just thought..."

She raised her hand to stop me. "It's fine. A lot of people confuse that fact. However, gender has little to do with being an assassin."

Greninja~ The Ultimate Assassin

"A-assassin?!" I stammered.

I could see her smiling underneath her tongue. "Yes," she said. "But don't worry. I don't intend to kill anyone here if necessary."

That hardly helped me calm my nerves, but nevertheless I nodded. "Okay..."

"Hello, hello, hello!" Immediately after I said that, a pelican-like Pokémon with no neck flew into my face. It had white feathers, a yellow underbelly, and a blue head crest. Its large wings had three digits and blue wing tips. It had small, blue webbed feet, a short tail, and eyes that were made of two black semi-circles. It also had a large bill and a throat pouch. "I am Pelipper, the Ultimate Deliveryman!"

Pelipper~ The Ultimate Deliveryman

"Deliveryman?" I asked, feeling somewhat confused. What good would a Deliveryman do in a team that was supposed to fight evil and such?

"Yep!" Pelipper exclaimed. "I'm an amazing Deliveryman " He winked at me, which caused a chill to go down my spine. "I'll deliver anything as long as there's... payment."

"Eh he." I tried to laugh at his obvious flirting. I was expecting something else when I thought of an ultimate. I guess that means there are all types of people in this world…

Pelipper edged closer to me and winked. "Why don't we go somewhere-?"

"Be quiet." A deep gravelly voice interrupted our talk. I turned to see a robotic pokémon with teal, metallic skin. It had a disc-shaped body with a pair of flat, gray spikes on either side toward the rear. There was a gray spike in the middle of its face, like a nose. A pair of red eyes resided in two holes in its metallic skin. It has a pair of thick arms with three claws on the ends. The arms were considerably thicker below the elbow and have a flat, blunt protrusion that extended over the joint. "She obviously doesn't want to continue the conversation. Maybe you should depart from her personal space."

"Tsk." Pelipper didn't look very happy. "Fine," he said as he flew away.

I looked at my savior. "Thanks..." I started to say before the words died in my mouth. "Y-you're Metang!"

Metang~ The Ultimate Genius

Metang was the smartest pokémon in the world. His IQ was on par with a Metagross's with some rumors even stating that he may get even smarter when he evolves. Even though he's only my age, he already has an amazing amount of awards and pretty much everyone looked up to him. He was basically a hero to all psychic types, including me since I planned on evolving someday.

Metang didn't seem to show any emotion. "Yes, I am," he agreed. "May I ask who you are?"

"Eek!" I couldn't seem to form the right words. "I'm Braixen..."

Is that all I could really say?

"Braixen, eh...?" I couldn't see it, but I felt like he was smiling on the inside. "Well, you seem somewhat smart. I'm sure you'll do fine within this team."

My spirits lifted considerably. "T-thank you," I stammered, feeling heat rise up in my cheeks, for being praised by my hero.

"Seems like you're popular, Metang," a sudden voice came from just behind me.

I turned around and let out a yelp, falling on my bum. Right behind me was a dark purple, bipedal Pokémon with a roundish body. It had red eyes and a wide curled into a sinister grin. Multiple spikes covered its back, and it had large pointed ears. Its arms and legs were short with three digits on both its hands and feet and is also had a stubby tail.

Metang let out a loud sigh. "Gengar, if you would please avoid scaring the other ultimates that would be much appreciated."

Gengar grinned. "Aw, fuck, Metang. Lemme have some fun once a while."

"W-what… w-hy…?" I tried to say, my words all jumbled up.

"Nice to meet ya, Braixen!" Gengar winked. "Name's Gengar! The Ultimate Infiltrator!"

Gengar~ The Ultimate Infiltrator

"Infiltrator?!" I asked, my eyes wide. "Like a spy?"

Gengar snapped his fingers. "Exactly like that! There's no one better than me when it comes to sneaking into places!" His grin stretched farther across his face. "In fact, I could actually sneak into your-!"

"Gengar, enough, she already had to deal with this from Pelipper," Metang suddenly spoke up from behind me, before he turned back to me. "I'm sorry Braixen," Metang said, bowing his head slightly. "Gengar isn't known for his manners."

"Hell yeah!" Gengar agreed. "I don't even know what the magic word is!"

"Right…" I said, nervously. "Well, it was nice to meet you."

Gengar ignored her and turned to Metang suddenly serious. "Anyway, I tried what you suggested," he told Metang. "Sorry I can't phase through that metal at all. I don't know why, but it's impossible."

"Hm…" Metang's brow furrowed. "How strange…"

Deciding that my presence was not welcome, I glanced nearby to see another ultimate staring at the floor. It was a bipedal pokémon that was mostly green with a red underside. There was belt-like green stripe across the belly and the hands had two clawed fingers and powerful legs. It also had three long leaves on the wrists, a large leaf on top of its head, and two tails that looked a lot like leaves.

He caught me staring at him. "What?" He didn't seem like he was happy with me interrupting his thoughts.

"Nothing," I quickly said. "I was just wondering who you were."

Grovyle folded his arms. "Grovyle," he said shortly.

"Ah." I smiled. "What's your talent?"

"…" He stayed quiet. "Do you know what it is?"

Grovyle~ The Ultimate ?

"Well...um." I couldn't really answer his question.

"I thought so." He closed his eyes and resumed to think. "Please don't bother me again."

"Alright," I quickly backed away, nearly tripping over something.

"Don't move!"

I quickly froze but tried to crane my neck to see who had yelled at me. It was another bipedal Pokémon with a spike located on its tail. Its stomach was a light brown while the rest of its body was a darker shade. It had two small claws, one on each hand, and two large nails for toes. The pokémon's head was composed of ta large skull with its jaw also made of bone, and its nostrils were located on the nose of the skull. Its triangular eyes were colored brown.

"What?" I asked, not moving even a single inch.

The marowak quickly grabbed a bone from near my legs and hugged it. "You nearly scratched my club!" she scolded. "You need to be more careful!"

I blinked. "Sorry?" I said carefully. I hesitated for a quick second. "Who are you?"

She nodded. "Ah, right, introductions. I don't often have to do much of those, don't I?" She chuckled to herself. "Name's Marowak! I'm the Ultimate Archeologist!"

Marowak~ The Ultimate Archeologist

"A… what?" I frowned. I had never heard of Marowak

"An archeologist," Marowak repeated. "In laymen's terms, I'm someone who studies the past of the Pokémon World. Through…" She held up her club, expecting me to be amazed. "…this."

"A bone?" I asked, wondering if she was serious.

She never gave an indication that she had heard me, instead choosing to examine her club hungrily. "Bones are incredible. They the structure that holds up most bodies together and you can tell how a pokémon lived their entire lives by looking at the bones they had left behind. For example," she said as she shoved her club into my face. "This came from a tauros. You can tell by the marks that this one often got into fights with others of its kind but lost extremely frequently." She continued to explain the specific details of the bone she held to the point where I didn't understand a word that was coming from her mouth.

"Um, excuse me…" I tried to say, clearing my throat, as she paused and gave me a weird look.

"What?" Marowak asked me, a bit disgruntled.

"You were kinda going a bit crazy there you know," I said. "I just wanted to know if you were alright."

"Huh?" Marowak looked confused. "What makes you say that?" She smiled. "Of course, I'm alright! Bones always make my day better wherever or whenever they come from!"

"Right…" I held out a paw. 'My name is Braixen," I greeted, before faltering. Marowak had completely ignored my greeting and instead was staring intently at her club, muttering something under her breath. "Um… excuse me?"

"D-don't b-bother." I turned my head to see a humanoid pokémon with a hollow torso that resembled a kimono. It wears a red band around its waist. Its body lacked feet and it was floating in the air. Its arms are connected to the sides of its head and flared at the wrists. The flared portion had light blue coloration. Its hands consisted of three small fingers. The head was shaped like a sideways water droplet, and two ice crystals that resemble horns were at the top. The head has several holes on it, which made it resemble a mask. Through two of these holes, crystal blue eyes with yellow sclera can be seen and a mouth was below this "mask". "Sh-he's o-one o-of t-those crazy o-ones," the pokémon continued.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Eep," she squeaked, before floating away a couple of inches. "F-froslass, the Ul-ultimate Dancer."

Froslass~ The Ultimate Dancer

"Dancer?" I repeated. A smile emerged on my face. "That's amazing!" I exclaimed. "Aren't you the one who trained with the Kimono Eevees? I've heard you're one of the best they have!"

Froslass nodded, numbly, seemly unable to continue the conversation any further.

I blinked, confused as to why she wasn't talking. "So what is it like to be a dancer. I've always admired the Kimono Eevees."

"N-no o-offense," Froslass stuttered. "B-but can you l-leave me alone?"

"Oh," I said, blinking. "Okay…?"

Froslass looked relieved. 'T-thank y-you," she said, before floating away.

"FUCK THIS PLACE!" Someone suddenly shouted to the right of me. I whirled around, as did much of the other ultimates to another pokémon angrily smashing his claws into the wall. "What the fuck are we supposed to be doing here?! Wigglytuff you little shit!"

He was a slouched, bipedal wolf with short red fur with white on its lower leg, and a white streak that covered his face, underbelly, and tail. He had pointed, button ears with black tips, three large tufts of fur on each side of his face, a triangular black nose, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. A mane of fur covered his back and shoulders, sweeping forward over his head, something that reminded me of a crescent moon. On either side of his body, just below the shoulders, were two small rocks resembling claws poking out of his mane. A single, bigger stone projected out of the front of the mane over his head and his paws had three black claws, and a stubby tail covered in long fur.

He turned around rather quickly and spotted me staring at him. "What?" he growled, stomping towards me. "You've got a problem."

"No!" I quickly said, holding my hands up. "I was…was…" My voice quickly died. Why did I even bother saying anything? I wondered to myself.

The lycanroc sneered. "My name is Lycanroc the Ultimate Berserker!" he yelled into my face, getting dangerously close. "Got it memorized?!"

Lycanroc~ The Ultimate Berserker

I froze, not anticipating the sheer volume of his voice. "Y-yes!" I spluttered out an answer.

Lycanroc scowled. "Good enough for me. Now go take your shit elsewhere or I'll beat your face in," he threatened, before stomping away.

I stood there, frozen. Lycanroc. I recognized him. A solo adventurer who had managed to take down plenty of criminals through completely insane means and sheer force, even occasionally murdering some of them. So much so, that he had practically become a criminal himself. I remembered that there were even several wanted posters of him hanging up in my hometown.

What was someone like him doing here?

"He's a bit scary, right?" someone said next to me.

Without bothering to turn my head, I nodded. "Yeah..."I suddenly jumped in surprise and turned around, to find a large bat-like pokémon with enormous ears and a mane of white fur sprouting around its neck and upper back. It also had two black wings lined with a dusky purple and has maroon claws. A teal membrane fans between its chest and wings.

"Hey!" she greeted, quite loudly while smiling. "What's up?!"

"Who are you?" I asked, ignoring her question. For some reason, I felt like I had seen her somewhere before, and it was bothering me.

The pokémon grinned. "I'm Noivern," she greeted. "The Ultimate Rock Star!"

Noivern~ The Ultimate Rock Star

I stared at her. "A rock star?" I repeated, incredulously. "Why-?"

She interrupted me. "Wigglytuff thought that the team could use a little bit of musical genius," she said, smugly before winking. "I'm pretty sure you've heard of me?"

I nodded numbly. Noivern. Now I remembered who she was. Noivern was famous. So much so, that I was surprised that I didn't immediately recognize her. She was the first pokémon to ever actually be able to mimic the sounds and music that humans had been able to play! Because of that, she's been a huge star in the music scene among pokemon.

Noivern grinned showing off her fangs. "That's great!" she exclaimed. "Would you like to come to one of my concerts, when we get out of here?"

I smiled apologetically. "Probably not," I responded. "I would never get a chance to go to something like that."

"Oh." Noivern looked slightly off-put, before brightening up. "You have to be anti-authority in today's world! Revolt against the paternal units." She grinned again. "Do what I did!"

I laughed awkwardly. "I'll keep that in mind," I said kindly.

Noivern smirked. "All we need is some more people," she muttered, before flapping her wings and flying away.

I watched her go, feeling a bit confused. What was that she said? Something about needing more people…?

I turned around to see two pokémon deep in conversation. The first one had a large, ovoid body with a pink upper body and white lower body. It had hair-like curls on either side of its head. White, wing-like tufts grow from its hips and shoulders and a small, pink pouch on its belly held a single egg. Its stubby arms and feet were pink and didn't have any toes or fingers. It seemed to have a permanent smile etched across his face. "Isn't this wonderful?!" The pokémon asked with a gleeful smile on her face.

The second one was a tiny, insectoid Pokémon with a large head, slightly smaller body, and thin arms and legs. It was covered in fluffy, yellow hair with a white face, hips, and a tuft of hair on its back. It had big eyes with a small, brown square speck in the lower half. Over its eyes were some white hairs similar to eyelashes and it had two black antennae. Around its neck was a brown scarf with a needle-like projection on the front. Two wings nearly as large as its body sprouted from its back which was clear with three brown loop designs near the base. Its four thin limbs had bulbous ends. "Yep!" agreed the Fairy-type. "I can't believe that we've finally met."

I coughed awkwardly. They both turned on me, their smiles growing wider. A strange sort of shiver ran down my spine.

"Hello," greeted the bigger one. "I am Blissey, the Ultimate Healer!"

Blissey~ The Ultimate Healer

"And I am Ribombee," the other pokémon said, bowing her head. "The Ultimate Botanist."

Ribombee~ The Ultimate Botanist

I looked between both of them. "I'm Braixen, the Ultimate Lickster."

Ribombee looked confused. "Lickster?" she repeated.

I reddened with embarrassment. "I mean Luckster," I quickly corrected myself.

Blissey looked me over with worried eyes. "Are you alright, dear?" She asked, with a strange motherly tone. "If you need any healing don't be afraid to ask me about it?" She smiled reassuringly.

I nodded, before asking, "I was just wondering if you two knew each other?" I asked.

Ribombee nodded her head rapidly. "Of course!" she replied, not even bothering to hide this information. "We both worked at a healing center together," she explained. "I was usually the one who grew the berries and she was the one who usually used them to heal pokémon."

Blissey smiled at Ribombee. "She was one of our best people," Blissey admitted. "She managed to heal thousands of pokémon, indirectly, by growing those berries."

Ribombee blushed a deep scarlet. "It was nothing," she muttered, looking down onto the floor. "I just helped out my family."

Blissey frowned at her. "You should always take credit where credit is due," she scolded.

Ribombee looked away, blushing slightly. "All right…"

"In fact-!" I tuned her out when I realized that the two had gone back to their own conversation. Those two seemed to be close if they even managed to push me out of the conversation without them even knowing.

"They seem to be quite close," someone noted next to me.

I whirled around to find myself staring at a rounded pokémon. It had a flat bill and large, round eyes. Its legs were simple ovoid growths along the sides, and its tail widens towards the middle. Its bill, legs, tail, and underside were blue and the rest of it was pink. "In fact," it continued. "If I had to say it, I'd say there are like sisters."

"And you are?" I asked.

"Porygon-2, the Ultimate Hacker," he replied. "But you can just call me Porygon."

Porygon-2~ The Ultimate Hacker

I frowned. "Why would-?"

"-Wigglytuff need a hacker?" Porygon's face didn't move. "That's classified information. But I can tell you that my job in this team will be extremely important."

"How so?" I asked, still questioning the fact that the ultimate team would need a hacker.

He looked at me with cold eyes. "That's really none of your business. All you need to know is that I'm your teammate. Anything else you would like to ask me?"

I backed away, quickly. Something about him unnerved me. I shook my head. "No," I replied. "It's alright."

Porygon studied me, with a strange look on his face. "If you don't mind me asking...who are you?"

"Braixen, the Ultimate Luckster."

"Ah." He studied me with vehemence. "The lucky one. Remember this warning: Don't mess up."

I nodded. "G-got it."

Porygon seemed pleased. "Good," he nodded, before floating away before even saying a good-bye.

I watched him go, feeling confused. "Is everybody in this team this strange?" I wondered aloud, scratching my head.

I heard someone stroll up to me. "I guess," the pokémon agreed. I turned around to find a zebra-like pokémon with its coat black with white, jagged stripes. Its ears were like triangles with blue insides, while its eyes were blue and yellow with white eyelashes. Its nose was black, and its hooves are gray. A white, spiked mane ran across the length of its body, ending in a long tail with a starburst-shaped tip.

I frowned. "Who are you?" I asked, not wanting to get chewed out again by someone who hated the fact that I was just lucky.

He looked somewhat proud. "Zebstrika, the Ultimate Racer!" he announced, looking like he was pleased that someone asked.

Zebstrika~ The Ultimate Racer

"Racer?" I repeated, before my eyes widened. "You mean you're the world famous Zebstrika?!"

He smirked when I asked that question. "Yep!" he replied proudly. "I'm the one and only, Zebstrika. Would you like my autograph?"

"No." I said bluntly, noticing that his face fell almost immediately. "It's just," I continued hastily, trying to recover from my mistake. "We're going to be on this team, together right? I can get an autograph any time I want!"

Zebstrika brightened. "Really?" he said hopefully. He smirked. "Well of course you'd want it. I'm famous, one of the greatest racers in the world!"

I chuckled. He seems nice, I thought to myself. I opened my mouth to continue our discussion, but someone or something interrupted me.

"Welcome Ultimates!" A voice that sounded happy yet absolutely filled with malice, echoed throughout the main room. "I'm so glad that you've joined me to create the ultimate team to combat the despair in this world. I am the guildmaster! To continue yer orientation please meet me in the guildmaster's office, to officially create the ultimate team!" The voice, thankfully, stopped talking.

Greninja looked around in confusion. "Where's that voice coming from?" she asked, with a frown.

Metang extended his arm up, near one of the corners of the room. I followed his gaze to see a small hole carved into the wall. "It probably sends a voice all around the guild," he explained. "I can't tell the exact details but it's definitely some impressive technology."

Porygon nodded. "Impressive."

"The voice said..." Ribombee spoke up. "We have to meet inside the guildmaster's office?" We all looked over to the door, near the corner of the guild, that was now slightly ajar, suddenly.

"Well let's go." Grovyle walked over and disappeared into the room. Everyone else followed him inside until it was only me, Froslass, Greninja and Porygon.

"I-I don't l-like this," stammered Froslass. "I-It s-sounds s-suspicious."

"I agree," Porygon said, with a shake of his head. "This entire situation is rather isn't how I envisioned that our first meeting with the world-famous Wigglytuff would go."

"However…" Greninja glanced over at the steel door covering the ladder that led up to the surface. "At the moment we can't break open that steel door and escape, anyway."

I nervously glanced at them all. "So, do we go…?" I asked, feeling extremely unsure of this myself.

"Yes," confirmed Porygon, floating over to the door with Froslass following close behind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Greninja take one last look at the steel door before leaving me behind.

With a strange feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen, I followed her.

Xxx

I walked into total confusion.

"What-?" Lucario looked around his teeth clenched in anger. "Where is Guildmaster Wigglytuff?!"

"Please look to your right!" the voice announced once again. I listened, seeing a small pile of metal collars sitting on the floor. I quickly counted, finding 16 collars in the pile. "Please put these on, before I introduce myself," the voice continued.

Most of the others quickly snapped them around their necks, arms or legs without any questions. I picked one up and studied it before snapping it around my neck.

"Can I have some help?" I turned to see Zebstrika holding a collar in his teeth. He nudged me again, a bit a red in his cheeks.

Nodding, I took the collar from his mouth and snapped it place around his neck. "Thanks," he said, shaking his head uncomfortably. "Man, these things are annoying."

"What do you think these are for?" Ribombee asked a bit tentatively, tugging at her own. It hung loosely around her own arm.

"Some sort of team badge," Metang said dismissively. "Though the design is a bit strange."

"It's now a team badge!" The voice cackled suddenly turning sinister. "It's designed to keep all of you inside here!"

Without warning, I felt the collar around my neck tighten. My arms went to my neck instinctively, trying to dislodge it, but it slowly released me from its grasp a second later. I looked around to see everyone else having the same expression on their faces. Ribombee was staring, astonished, at the now smaller collar or bracelet on her arm.

"W-What is this?!" stammered Lucario, trying to tug the collar off of his neck.

A sudden giggle was heard coming from the back of the room. We all turned to face the giant desk that blocked us from the guildmaster's view, with dread churning in our stomachs.

A strange colored pokémon bounced onto the table. It certainly did look like how Wigglytuff looked like in most of the pictures, at least to me, but the coloration was completely off. The right side of it looked like a normal Wigglytuff, however, the left side was completely black and instead of a normal eye, there was a red lightning-like slash and a malicious grin spread across its face.

It waved. "Hello!" it greeted. "I'm Guildmaster Wigglytuff!"

That one sentence caused a ripple to spread across the room.

"The shit you are," Lycanroc growled. "You ain't Wigglytuff."

Wigglytuff paused for a moment as if pondering on what Lycanroc had said. "I guess you're right!" it giggled. "My name is actually Monotuff!"

"Monotuff…?" Blissey repeated, looking a bit confused. "Never heard of him."

"Of course, you haven't!" Monotuff said. "I'm the new guildmaster here. Wigglytuff was fired!"

"Fired?" Pelipper stared. "He was the one who created this guild! How could he get fired?!"

Monotuff tilted its head thoughtfully. "Well... I guess he was actually killed. But saying he was fired makes it seem kid-friendly don't you think so?"

"Killed?" Metang said, with no emotion that even I could see on his face. "That's impossible! Wigglytuff is one of the world's greatest guildmasters in the world. There's no way he can die."

"Is this a prank?" asked Greninja.

I slowly turned back to Monotuff fearing its answer, as it seemed to be laughing on the inside.

"Well too bad!" Monotuff chortled. "He's dead and I'm your new Guildmaster!"

"Well then forget this," Porygon said. "I came here to work for Wigglytuff not some stupid ass rip-off of him." He turned around. "I'm leaving."

Monotuff tilted its head. "You can't, though," he said. "Didn't you all see the metal wall covering the ladder outside? It's impossible to break through it, even with a fire attack."

"We'll see about that," Porygon said dismissively, floating over to the doors.

The black and white Wigglytuff shrugged. "Well, I guess you'll miss the true instructions on how to get out of here."

Porygon froze. "What?" he asked, suddenly interested. "You mean to say there is another way?!"

Monotuff nodded. "Yep!" he said.

"Heh." Gengar scratched his head. "Yeah, right. Someone's bound to come and get us eventually, anyway."

Monotuff's gaze darkened. "Are you sure about that? I'm pretty sure in here no one can here you scream."

"Isn't that space?" asked Noivern.

Monotuff shrugged. "Well, I guess I'll explain the way to get out of here, since you are all begging."

"No one's begging," muttered Zebstrika.

"You have to kill someone!" Monotuff stood up and leisurely paced across the width of the room, while we backed away, trying not to get in its way. "Only the murderer gets to leave!"

I felt my heart stop.

Kill? What does he mean by kill?

As if reading my mind, Monotuff began to list the numerous ways someone could commit murder. "Stab!" it said. "Poison, incinerate, drown, strangle, explode, eat..." Monotuff chuckled. "All these things and more can be used to kill!"

"What the actual fuck?" Noivern glared at Monotuff. "Why would we kill?"

"To get out of course!" Monotuff stopped pacing and blushed. "It's the only way!"

"Not the only fucking way." The fury in Lycanroc's voice scared me, as he walked up to the Guildmaster and grabbed him by the neck. He lifted him high in the air. "Let us go!" he demanded.

"Uwah!" Monotuff cried out, wailing its arms all over the place. "T-This is against the rules! No unnecessary violence against the guildmaster!"

"I think this is very necessary," Lycanroc said coldly, holding Monotuff further into the air. I was shocked at the animosity he was suddenly showing. Even if that…thing was spouting such strange things, there was no reason to threaten it like that.

As I continued to watch, Monotuff suddenly went limp. "Given up?" sneered Lycanroc. "Maybe if you take off these damn collars then I'll give you a..."

Beep!

Lycanroc looked around in confusion. "What was that?"

Beep!

"Get rid of it!" Grovyle shouted at Lycanroc, his voice laced with worry. "Now!"

"Of what!?" Lycanoc asked.

Beep! Beep!

Grovyle suddenly dashed forward and wrenched Monotuff out of Lycanroc's paws. He reared it back and threw up into the air. As Monotuff flew into the air, it started to glow red as I realized that the sound was coming from it.

Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!

I ducked down and closed my eyes.

Boom!

I yelped and covered my ears, my eyes still closed. I fell to the ground as the pain vibrated my skull. I could still hear faint snippets from the others as they started to gather themselves from the explosion. "What the hell?" I heard someone shout, through the ringing in my ears.
"It blew up!"

I didn't get up, still in pain. I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" they asked.

"I'm fine," I answered, still holding my head, but I opened my eyes and noticed that where Grovyle had thrown Monotuff, there was now only a brunt circle. I couldn't see any remains of the thing, anywhere.

I must've sounded weaker than I thought, because whoever's hand it was, their grip tightened. "Blissey!" the person yelled. "Can you help me over here? She's hurt!"

"I'm fine," I wanted to say again, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. Blissey's face appeared in front of me, and she waved a hand in front of my face. "Where does it hurt?" she asked.

Before I could answer, she frowned and gingerly removed the hands from my head. "She's fine," she told the person behind me. "She just had a little shock from the explosion. Just give her a minute." She walked away, in order to check if anyone else got hurt.

Sure enough, the ringing began to fade from my head and I got back up on my feet. I looked around for the person who had called over Blissey a few moments before but I couldn't find them. I was about to open my mouth to say something but I was interrupted by a loud nasally voice. "That was just a warning explosion!"

I turned and, to my surprise, I saw Monotuff sitting there all neat and pampered as if nothing had happened.

"B-B-B-But, y-you just exploded!" Pelipper stammered.

Monotuff tilted its head. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes, really," Greninja studied it. "Are you a robot?" she asked.

"Maybe…" Monotuff chuckled mysteriously.

Zebstrika was still shaken by the recent explosion. "You could've killed us!" he shouted, taking a few steps back towards the door.

"Yeah… I guess I could've…" Monotuff said. "But I didn't. That was just a warning!"

"The fuck?" Gengar asked with wide eyes. "That was just a warning?!"

"Heh." A shaky smile appeared on Froslass's face. "P-Pretty v-violent warning."

"Yeah I guess," agreed Monotuff. "I'll try something else next time. Probably. Maybe. Maybe not." He paused. "Nah…"

"What's with the indecision?" Ribombee asked.

"I'm just that type of person," Monotuff said holding its little stubs over where its heart would be. "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Not really," drawled Porygon.

"I agree with Mr. Duck over there," Marowak snorted.

"I thought you were a robot?" Noivern asked, with a tilt of her head.

"Anyway!" Monotuff said, ignoring Noivern's question outright. "That concludes the morning assembly! Will everyone please stand up?"

We could only watch with blank stares as Monotuff stood up and saluted.

What is it doing?

"A ONE, A TWO...A ONE-TWO-THREE!"
It can't really expect us to kill, right? Commit murder?

"ONE! DON'T IGNORE THE RULES!"

Is it just going to continue its stupid butchering of the guild's famous cheer? Is it just going to stand there and act all innocent?

"TWO! KILL AND RUN AWAY!"

I walked into this guild with one feeling: hope. Hope that I might be able to help with this team despite how average of a pokémon I am. But now all I'm feeling…

"THREE! DESPAIR GOES FOR MILES!"

… is despair.

Xxx

Alive:

Braixen: Ultimate Luckster

Grovyle: Ultimate ?

Noivern: Ultimate Rock Star

Marowak: Ultimate Archeologist

Pelipper: Ultimate Deliveryman

Froslass: Ultimate Dancer

Lycanroc: Ultimate Berserker

Lucario: Ultimate Fighter

Blissey: Ultimate Healer

Porygon 2: Ultimate Hacker

Gengar: Ultimate Infiltrator

Zebstrika: Ultimate Racer

Metang: Ultimate Genius

Ribombee: Ultimate Botanist

Greninja: Ultimate Assassin

Dead:

None

Xxx

I hope everyone enjoyed the (somewhat) rewrite a bit better! Next chapter is already up so I hope you enjoy that too!