Hi!

This is my first story that's categorized as Zelda and Pokémon. Although, I have to warn you…

Only a small part of it is Zelda and Pokémon. It's actually Zelda, Mario, Pokémon, Metroid, Earthbound, Digimon, Yoshi, Kirby, Spyro, Sonic, Crash, Worms, Rayman, a tiny little bit of Final Fantasy, and a whole host of other games. That's why I've named this fic 'Games'. Hope you enjoy the first Chapter. Positive reviews would be nice. I hate flames. Please don't criticize my spelling or grammar in any bad ways, because I get really annoyed when I see reviews like that showing up for my stories.

Chapter 1 - The Triforce and Bomb-Ombs

Right, well, seeing as this is a videogame fic, there has to be videogame music! In case you're unfamiliar with this music system, I'll explain. You may have seen this system in FoxMcCloud7921's fanfics.

Basically, I'll list the name of the song and who it's by/where it's from. When you see a *, that's when that music would start if it was a movie, or something.

This first song will be 'Song of Healing' from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. Not the Ocarina version, use the one that comes up at the bottom of the Clock Tower, where the Happy Mask Salesman is. Yeah, that one,

*The two boys stared at the supposedly 'legendary' relic, their eyes gleaming brightly.

"Wow…" one murmured. "Can you believe this, Joe? Nintendo finally decided to make a living replica of the Triforce from their Zelda games!"

"Yeah…" Joe breathed. "It's like Ocarina of Time all over again, isn't it, Adam? Like the bit where the Great Deku Tree tells Link about the legend of the three Goddesses, Din, Nayru and Fareyor… I loved that bit, and now, it's like watching it again, only without the Great Deku Tree talking, and for real!"

"You do remember it's just 24 carat gold with golden lights shining on it, which reflect off it and make it look all shiny and bright?" Adam told him.

This should be where you would here the sound of a record scratching to a halt.

"Erm, yeah, I knew that," Joe muttered quickly.

"Riiight," Adam said dryly.

"I wonder if we can touch it…"

"Joe, it's pure gold. A shiny, gleaming metal. It's nothing big."

"But I just wanna…"

"No," Adam sighed before turning away. He heard glass smashing, and when he looked back, Joe had broken the glass and had touched the 'Triforce'.

"Joe!!" Adam yelled. "The guards--" he stopped. Joe had just disappeared. Adam had been watching him while he vanished, and yet he still did not have any idea how the hell it just happened. Adam hopped over the handrail, looked around to make sure no guards were watching, before lightly tapping the metal. Nothing happened. Adam sighed and began to walk away. Just as he least expected it, he felt himself being twisted. Everything immediately blurred into varying colors, shooting around him at high speed, and probably at high annoyance too, considering how Adam was irritated by all the random color going around him for no apparent reason. Combined with the seemingly-impossible twisting of Adam's body, which you would normally only experience when trapped within a Black Hole, Adam felt exceedingly ill, not to mention deeply uncomfortable that his feet had been off the ground for so long.

At last, when Adam felt that he was just on the verge of unleashing puke-power on everything surrounding him, he felt his back hit a rather solid surface. At first, he had no idea about what on earth was going on. As soon as he got up, he saw living bombs running all over the place. Seemingly-powerful war canons, like the kind you would find in a futuristic deathly war zone, or maybe Fallout 3, were being used for the questionable purpose of firing water bombs. Apparently, the pink bombs were running around, scared of being plastered by one. Adam gaped at his surroundings. Living bombs. Water in balloons. Weird, giant, ferocious things with razor-sharp teeth bound to the tiniest wooden poles by chains. Adam was wondering how the heck that tiny little wooden pole was supposed to stop that thing from escaping. But somehow, it did.

Adam quite felt curious. He slid himself behind the pole, taking care not to alert the… thing, and, rather stupidly, pulled the wooden pole out of the ground, that wasn't even that far in. He would regret it very much indeed for generations to come (if it was ever possible to live your life without any time travel involved within it and still see your great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter).

Much screaming and classic running-for-your-life chase scenes later, Adam came to rest at the top of a mountain. He would have probably managed to have got to sleep like he intended to, if there wasn't that huge, fat bomb stood staring at the sea, seemingly for all eternity to come, and maybe even after that if he was still alive after the apocalypse.

Adam had tried talking to him, but as usual, miserably failed. Jeez, maybe communicating with dangerous, explosive weapons wasn't as easy as he had originally thought, after all. Adam also tried kicking the bomb like some football. The bomb was surprisingly light. Although Adam never saw it again (it shot of the cliff after the small kick with a kind of 'ur-ee-ugh' sound), he was happy it finally did not exist anymore. After all, it's destination did seem abnormally close to the sun. Adam quickly made a mental note to watch for any explosions or fireworks in the sky during his time here, as he hopped down the down the pathway to walk back down to the bottom. Unfortunately, Adam over-estimated the jump as promptly fell to the bottom of the mountain.

As he lay in a crumpled heap, somehow he did not feel as bad as normal. When he looked up, he saw a big, wooden circle. In it were six segments. At the top, it said, 'Health'. Adam bobbed his head slightly, totally confused at what this meant. Three of the green segments disappeared as if a starving chocoholic was ravenously eating the segments like they were a Terry's Chocolate Orange, or something. Adam guessed the catchphrase 'round, but not round for long' was true after all. Quickly dismissing any other weird thoughts, Adam went over to a pink bomb. It was a humongous achievement for him to not kick the pink bomb at the sun for the pure pleasure of seeing explosions in the sky.

"Hello," he greeted kindly. "Are you a football-- er, I mean, a bomb?" The bomb wheeled around and stared at Adam. It was pink, with feet, shoes, cute white eyes and a somewhat-disturbing wick on it's head. It slowly started to turn red. Adam couldn't tell it's expression visually, but he imagined it was probably mad for some reason. As Adam was getting more scared by the minute, he tried to imagine the red bomb as a cute yellow bomb, with a fat smiley face, like the kind you would find on a Pre-School's 'Well Done' sticker. Adam found it even more daunting and bloodcurdling than the real thing, not to mention when it slowly turned in a circle, when it turned around it had evil red eyes and bloody fangs.

Feeling seriously disturbed, Adam staggered back and hastily apologized. The pink bomb promptly exploded.

Adam wasn't sure why it had blown up, exactly; all he knew was that he was running like an Olympic athlete. A little confused, Adam leaped over a platform. Seemed he hadn't quite grasped the 'look before you leap' method, yet. As he endured the admittedly small fall, he noticed Joe was sitting right where Gravity's plan for Adam's destination was.

Adam crashed on top of Joe. They both yelled for a few minutes, before both getting to their feet and gazing at each other oddly.

"Erm… you've got a…" Adam mumbled. He pointed to Joe's head, where a nice sky blue cap was placed with the letter 'J' on it.

"Uh…" Joe mumbled. He pointed to Adam's head, which hosted a thunder yellow cap with the letter 'A' on it. Adam felt his head and took off the cap, as did Joe. They both let out a sharp yelp. Well, with Joe, it was more of a bad cough.

"What the…?" Adam started. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky. Something was shooting down from the sun.

"Eh? A meteorite?" Joe muttered. "That's odd. Did you now the average meteorite is… erm… Adam? Are you listening? Hello?" Adam was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was about to hit a randomly-placed pink bomb. It had a HEAD. A meteorite, yeah, fine, but a meteorite with a HEAD? Not only that, it's nose looked wrong. As if some mad science guy had picked it up and stretched it's nose using one of those dark ages torture machines that stretches you until the point where you give in and admit that it was you who shot King Henry the Eight in the head with a machine gun.

Adam looked on as the 'meteorite' hit the pink bomb, causing it to explode. As the smoke cleared, he saw, it was in fact, to his amazement, a Cyndaquil. Joe peeked over a mound of dirt he had been hiding behind.

"Oh, wow!" he squealed excitedly. "Let's make contact! I'll say 'greetings, Cydnaquil-ing' in Cyndaquil language!" He rushed over to the Cyndaquil, which, truthfully, wasn't meant to even exist.

"Cynda cyndaquil, quil quil quil, cyndaquil?" Joe said rather quickly. The Cyndaquil looked at him oddly for a moment before kicking him in the nuts and walking off as if nothing had happened.

"Kids these days," the Cyndaquil sighed as he went over to talk to a randomly-appearing pink bomb.

"Joe, are you okay?" asked Adam, walking over to Joe, who was now on the floor, clutching the area where the Cyndaquil's foot had come into contact with.

"Apart from feeling that I now want to shrink and deliberately masturbate while swimming in your breakfast, I'm fine," Joe wheezed.

"For a second there, I'd thought you'd fall unconscious!"

"Nah, that would never--" Joe suddenly fell unconscious. Adam stared at his friend's body and sighed.

"Next thing you know, you'll try to kill yourself with a Magikarp… if they were real, that is," Adam commented. Suddenly, he was deep in thought. "If that Cyndaquil was real, then Magikarps probably are, too…" While Adam was mumbling random crap to himself, Joe was in WonderLand! He was feeling strangely horny! He suddenly flew up into the sky and met a billion Cyndaquils, and they all raped each other and it was good! Then he went back down and suddenly turned huge, so he started eating all the wonderful volcanoes and loved pie! That was, until, Adam had kicked him hard. Joe's eyes shot open, maybe a little too fast, as now he was clutching them.

"Are you done mumbling 'oh, that's… that's good' now or are you going to continue acting horny for all eternity to come?" asked Adam.

"I think I'd rather choose act horny for all eternity to come," Joe replied, "Because there's a giant pink bomb behind you.

"Oh really? That's nice… wait a minute, what's that got to do with it?" Adam protested. "And-- WHAT?!" Adam spun around to face the giant bomb with the moustache again. Only this time it was pink.

"Oh, so you must be the dead bomb-guy's wife," Adam said slowly. The pink bomb threw up two mobile phone thingies suddenly. Adam and Joe each picked one up, examining them.

"Ooh, a Digivice!" exclaimed Joe excitedly. "I want an Agumon!!" Adam stared at his friend oddly for a moment before pressing a button on it.

And that brings us to the end of Chapter 1! Reviews would be much appreciated.

If you like this fic, then I recommend you read my Truth or Dare fanfic, 'Spyro: even more Truth or Dare'. See you next Chapter!

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