Doctor Doom travels through Kanto with a Magikarp as his starter

In March of 2011 Sir Chris decided to write a story about THE GLORY OF DOOM!

Story
Doctor Doom got tired of ruling over his own world so he decided that becoming a Pokemon Master would be a good way to spend a week or two.

However, what he did not know is that by the time he had gotten in on the craze almost every other Pokemon had been chosen already by the various other trainers.

Only two were left. A Chansey and a Magikarp. He stared deep into Chansey's eyes and saw nothing but perfectly stupid bliss staring back at him. He was not pleased. Then he stared into the eyes of Magikarp and it was there that he saw it. A rage that matched his own, a rage that empowered Magikarp to reach for great heights.

Doom picked Magikarp and asked Professor Oak what moves it knew. When Oak explained that it only knew splash, and then what splash was, Doom frowned harshly.

Oak would pay for this treachery.

Doctor Doom whistled a merry tune as the Pokemon Lab burned in the background, Professor Oak's charred body laid in the center of the building. Death was a good start to any day. Doom looked at his newly acquired bag and saw that he had several Pokeballs at his disposal as well as some sort of primitive computer used to scan and catalog Pokemon. This could be useful, Doom thought. ''Although... with a few minor adjustments, perhaps.''

After a few minor additions Doom put his Pokedex of Doom into a pocket.

Doctor Doom immediately put Magikarp in a Pokeball and started onto the first route.

Immediately upon entering some knee high grass a Pokemon appeared. The good doctor whipped out his Pokedex of Doom and aimed it at the Pokemon.

"Rattata. The useless pokemon. You are going to see a lot of these, might as well capture this one and destroy the entire population later so that you may sell it off for a nice profit."

Doom rubbed his chin, that was a good idea.

Doom threw the Pokeball containing Magikarp and saw him flop in a pathetic fashion on the ground.

"Magikarp use... tackle!"

Magikarp continued to flop on the ground.

'Magikarp use... flail!"

Nothing.

"Magikarp use... Splash!"

Magikarp bounced three inches into the air before resuming his useless flopping.

Meanwhile, the wild Rattata struck Magikarp with its head causing Magikarp to fly back into Doom, although it was not quite out for the count yet.

"Oh for f*** sake, must I do everything?'

Doctor Doom stalked over to the Rattata and punched it right in the face. The rat fell to the ground and tried to get up, but it was unable to do so. Satisfied, Doom tossed a Pokeball and waited for it to tick three times. Rattata had been caught.

Doom renamed Rattata a fitting name.

"Richards"

Doom smirked. How witty of him.

Doctor Doom continued on the path. This was dreadfully boring.

Suddenly, a wild pidgey attacked!

Doom thought over his options. He knew the Rattata he had punched earlier was useless in its condition. Similarly, his Magikarp was useless in any condition. It was possible that since his Pokemon were doing poorly that escape was the best option.

Someone should have told Pidgey, however, that Doom does not flee!

Doom snapped his fingers and the Pidgey exploded into a creative blend of blood and feathers. A slight dinging sound could be heard for a moment as Doctor Doom felt his already considerable powers grow ever so slightly.

Doom clinched his fists and a wide smile made its way on his face. Or at least, I think it did.

"Doom triumphs! Doom ALWAYS triumphs!"

Doctor Doom strode into Viridian City. Staring back at him was a Pokecenter.

Time to heal these useless tools

Doom strode into the building and stopped in front of Nurse Joy.

The pink-haired woman tilted her head for a moment in clear confusion before greeting the god known as Doom.

"Hello, welcome to the Pokemon Center! I'll heal your Pokemon right up," Nurse Joy said with a smile adorning her face.

Doom eyed her curiously for a moment before shrugging. She seemed harmless enough. He handed over his two Pokeballs and watched critically as she put them in a machine. After a few moments she was done and handed Doom back his balls.

"How much do I owe?" Doom readied his magic but stopped as Joy shook her head.

"There is no charge! We are glad to offer this service for free!"

"Are you now?"

After brainwashing Joy into charging ¥100 per a Pokemon per a visit and directly funneling it into his private bank, Doom set off to battle this supposed tough guy Gym Leader.

The day of the Magikarp was nearly at hand.

Doom marched up to the Gym and saw that his path was blocked by a middle-aged man wearing a severe expression on his face.

The man looked at Doom and put his hand in front of him and spoke.

"Halt! The Gym Leader is not currently in. No one is allowed in-"

Doom casually waved his hand and the arm that was extended in front of the man was blown off at the elbow as the man screamed in agony. Doom looked down at the man in disgust.

"Doom does not take orders, he gives them. Now run along. That is your order from Doom."

The man tried to stop the bleeding as he scrambled to his feet and hopped over the ledge and screaming as he did so.

Doom shrugged. Pain tolerance lessons tended to be painful.

Doom entered the gym.

A man in his early twenties was the first to greet Doom.

"How dare you enter our sacred gym! I will defeat you in place of our revered Gym Leader!"

Doom rolled his eyes. He paused as surprisingly catchy and tense music started to be pumped through the room.

Well that's new.

The man threw his Pokeball and a Nidoking popped out.

"Nidoking!"

Doom took out one of his balls and threw it. His Magikarp soon revealed itself.

It flopped on the ground.

Both the trainer and the Nidoking chuckled at the sight.

Doom did not. "I do believe this battle is officially underway by the rules and guidelines suggested in the official Gym Leader Challenge Booklet. Is this correct?"

The trainer seemed taken aback for a moment before he nodded.

"This makes it simple then."

Doom, quicker than either opposing trainer or Pokemon could react, dived for his Magikarp and grabbed it by the tail. In one swift motion he imbued his Magikarp with ancient magic and swung it with great strength at the Nidoking. The poor Nidoking never stood a chance. The force of Doom's magic combined with the bony structure of Magikarp sent Nidoking flying into a wall, instantly knocking out the large Pokemon.

"Hey!, that's cheating!" The other trainer accused.

Doom gazed upon the other trainer with absolute loathing.

"Doom always obeys the rules. Because Doom is the rules!" Doom threw Magikarp at the trainer scoring a clean hit to the young man's head. The hit killed him on the spot.

Doom waited a moment and suddenly both himself and Magikarp were surrounded by several glowing lights indicating that they had both leveled up considerably.

Just as planned.

Doctor Doom swept through the gym with ease until he reached an older gentleman sipping on some tea staring at him calmly. The other trainers had gotten out of his way after he had shut off their foolish mechanisms, but this man seemed to be unafraid.

"You dare attempt to get in Doom's way?"

The man smiled and sat his tea down on his plate.

"I would not dream of it. However if you are here for the Gym Leader, he is not currently in and he is the only one who can give you the badge. No, I would say that I am in fact saving your time. You should move on to Pewter City which is north of here to obtain your first badge.

Doom's eyes narrowed.

"You do not have the proper fear of Doom. However, the only thing Doom detests more than foolish and unwarranted pride is wasting Doom's time." Doom turned on his heel and his cloak billowed in the air behind him.

Upon exiting the Gym Doctor Doom made his way north. Without breaking stride he snapped his fingers and the gym behind him was rocked with several magical explosions, surely killing everyone inside.

Doom does not waste time.

Doctor Doom was about to enter Viridian Forest when an old man stopped him.

"Wait just a moment! Allow me to show you how to capture Pokemon," the main said to Doom.

Doom looked down at his belt to his two used Pokeballs and back up to the old man.

"Clearly I already know how to capture Pokemon seeing as I already have one. Do not attempt to impede Doom."

"Nonsense, now let's take this weedle over here and-"

Doom snapped his fingers and the man had disappeared to an alternate dimension.

The man turned around and in horror saw two weedle-like figures, although they towered aboved him and had humanoid features such as distinct arms and legs.

"Oh look, a human! OK Johnny, let me teach you how to capture a human. Humanball, go!"

The man screamed in horror as a huge ball made its way towards him.

Doom, meanwhile, was a few steps from the forest when someone called out to him.

"Imagine seeing you here, Victor."

Doom's eyes narrowed.

Richards!

Doctor Doom turned around to see the smiling face of his oldest and greatest nemesis, Reed Richards, known otherwise as Mr. Fantastic. Doom had other names for the man.

"What are you doing here, Richards?"

"Well, it is simple really. I had no interest in this world until I found out from a future form of myself that you had come here and caused some unspecified amount of harm to the timeline of this and other worlds. Taking it upon myself to right this wrong, I myself traveled to the past to prepare myself for this trip. Either by coincidence or extreme luck I ended up in an alternate universe of the past where this world was nothing more than a popular video game series and a popular brand name based out of the country of Japan. Using the material to my advantage I abandoned my plan to contact my alternate universe self. That was probably for the because seeing as he was eating my family or something as a zombie, I didn't stick around long enough to get the details. I did grab a Gameboy and a copy of Pokemon Red, however. I played the game forty times, memorized every last detail about the world, speculated about how the technology would work and how I could improve it, and when I had thought of everything I created a dimensional warping machine and traveled here to the exact precise moment I know you would arrive, but at a different location. In short, I am here to challenge you to a Pokemon battle, Victor."

In short?

Doom readied to use a magical blast to destroy Richards but the man wagged his finger at Doom.

"Ready to admit that I bested you fair and square, Victor? Can't beat me in a battle of Pokemon?"

Doom growled.

"Richards, I accept your challenge. This will just be one more thing I do better than you! Go, Magikarp!" Magikarp came out of his Pokeball and stared blankly at Richards. Nothing new there.

"A Magikarp, eh? Very well, I should have something to counter that..." Richards reached to his belt and revealed that he had 7 Pokeballs with him.

"I thought the limit on Pokemon was 6, cheating already, Richards?"

"I prefer to think of it as upgrading existing technology for the betterment of all. Once this becomes widespread there will never be a need to limit how many Pokemon you have at once again. I would have thought you'd have done it before me, but even genius is not limitless. Right, Victor?"

Richards!

Richards chose his Pokeball and threw it. With a mighty roar a huge bird appeared in front of Doom. He whipped out his Pokedex of Doom.

"Zapdos, the legendary bird of thunder. Said to be able to kill a level five Magikarp forty million times over. Thor would politely clap at the bird's ability to dish out death by electricity."

Doom sighed.

"And how did you manage to get that thing?"

Richards smirked.

"Well I knew the electric power plant was having trouble due to my prior knowledge of the games, so I outfitted them with all new generators and upgraded their technology so much that Zapdos' hiding place was discovered. I used the mystical arts that Doctor Strange taught me to communicate with him and tell him how much destruction you would wrought if not stopped. He was glad to be of service."

"Doom bows to nothing! Not even so called legends! Magikarp, splash!"

"Zapdos, Thunder."

Both Magikarp and Doom were hit with a terribly powerful blast of electricity.

Doom Whited Out...!

(This is when it starts to actually get good.)

Doctor Doom woke up groggily with his mind-slave at his side.

"Master, I have returned your pokemon to full health . I hope to see you again," Joy said with a slight blush on her face

. Doom ignored her and got to his feet. '''"RICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!" '''

"Master, are you alright?"

Doom turned to the woman.

"I am much better now than I was a moment ago, at least." Doom paused for a moment before he spoke again. "I will need your finest laboratory. I have work to conduct."

"This way, master."

Doom entered the Lab and saw nothing but old equipment that was useless to him.

"Nurse Joy."

"Yes, master?"

"Is there a way for me to order equipment?"

"Of course, master."

"And what is the private bank account I told you to set up currently at?"

"24,000,000 currency, sir."

Doom turned around to look at Joy.

"Excuse me?"

"Well you see sir, us Joys have what you would call a hivemind. Since you gave me instructions, all of the Joys around the world obeyed it. Since we have a complete monopoly on Pokemon healing everyone had no choice but to accept the fee. You will probably be the richest person in the world by the end of the week."

Doom IS money!

Doctor Doom held up his Rattata, the one named Richards, to his face.

"It it time you resemble me moreso than your namesake, Richards."

"tata."

"Mmm...quite."

Doctor Doom dropped the rat onto his newly built 20 million currency workbench and began to labor on his Pokemon.

Soon, soon Richards would be as elegant as his master.

After a few hours of work Doctor Doom had emerged from the Pokecenter with everything he thought he would need for his journey. Richards had made one thing perfectly clear: The man was a cheater. Well, if Richards wanted to cheat then Doom knew one thing for certain: He was going to be better than Richards at it.

Doom finally entered the Viridian Forest and entered the tall grass. He roamed for a few moments before a Pokemon emerged ready to attack.

The Pokedex of Doom spoke.

"Beedrill, the Drill Pokemon. Whatever god created this thing was a genius. A bee with drills for arms is simply a marvelous way to spend one's creative time. You should catch this one."

Doom nodded in agreement with his own alter-ego.

"Go, Rattata!"

The Pokemon jumped out of its Pokeball with menace in its eyes. The Pokemon couldn't be blamed. Despite three Pokecenter heals by Joy it was still in a considerable amount of pain. Its jaws had been replaced with some sort of metal alloy which shone brightly with the sun just overhead, and its two buck teeth had been replaced with a similar looking alloy which was now twice as long as the previous teeth and looking razor sharp.

Beedrill seemed unsure of itself as it gazed at the Pokemon.

Doom smiled. This was going well.

"Richards, use bite!"

Rattata shot forward faster than should have been possible for its species, thanks to Doom's cocktail of drugs it had been given, and bit Beedrill's left drill clean off causing the bug Pokemon's blood to splatter all over the tall grass.

Well that was effective

Doom casually tossed a Pokeball and Beedrill did not so much as twitch inside of it once it had been caught.

Doom walked over and, without breaking stride, picked up the Pokeball and continued deeper into the forest.

This day, like every other day forward, would be Doom's.

Doctor Doom continued through the forest as if he owned it. In fact, if he could manage to avoid the temptation to burn it to the ground for his entire journey to Pewter City he would probably own it by the end of the week.

Suddenly, a trainer popped out of from the tall grass and pointed his finger at Doom.

"I am Bug Catcher Charlie, I am a master of bug Pokemon! Go, Caterpie!"

The Pokedex of Doom came to life.

"Caterpie, the useless bug Pokemon. There are a lot of these, and they all suck. You should kill it and then make fun of the trainer for having one."

Doom once again found himself nodding at his own alter ego.

"I accept your challenge, Charles. Go, Magikarp!"

The bug catcher laughed. "Magikarp, eh? What a useless Pokemon! You must be a really bad trainer to have that be your starter."

Doom's eyes narrowed.

"Magikarp, Hydro Pump!" The Bug Catcher closed his eyes and covered head with his arms bracing for the impact.

Just as planned.

Doom ran up to his Magikarp and kicked it as hard as he could do, sending it hurtling into the Caterpie. With a cry of dismay the Caterpie could do nothing but watch as Magikarp came towards it. With a thunk the Magikarp Missile hit Caterpie, knocking it out instantly.

The Bug Catcher opened his eyes to see his Pokemon knocked out and glared at Doom.

"You had to cheat! Besides, Magikarp doesn't even learn Hydro Pump! You tricked me!"

Doom glared at the whiny man.

"First you laugh at my chosen Pokemon, and when it is victorious you make up excuses for your own failure. You are weak, Charles! As for the accusation of cheating..." Doom raised his hand and summoned Magikarp into his hand as he strode towards Charlie.

The trainer immediately knew he was in trouble by the dangerous look in Doom's eyes.

"Look, I am sorry! Here, take my 90 bucks for beating me! I am so sorry!"

Doom reached the boy and looked down at him like a King would the lowliest peasant.

"I do not care for your pitiful amount of money, nor do I care for your fear induced apologies. I only need one thing from you and that is understanding. I will spare your life, Charles. However, in return, you shall pass a message throughout this land in my name so that I do not have the tedious task of repeating myself. Are you ready to hear this message?"

"Y-yes."

Doom brought down the magically hardened Magikarp down on Charlie's knee causing him to scream out in pain.

"Doom!"

Crack. A bone crunching hit to the arm.

"Is!"

Pop. A hit that dislocated a shoulder.

"The!"

Crunch. A hit that broke three ribs as it tore into Charlie's midsection.

"Rules!"

Doom delivered a backhanded Magikarp slap to the boy's skull which knocked him out. Doom had lived up to his word; the boy would not die by his hands. If he were to be eaten by wild Pokemon, so be it. It wasn't like he couldn't find a new messenger.

Doom gazed into the eyes of Magikarp and saw its rage simmering just below the surface of its blank expression.

"Yes, my friend, I know. You yearn to be strong. Stick with Doom, and Doom shall provide. Doom always provides."

"Karp. Karp. Magikarp."

Doctor Doom continued through the forest unimpeded. While Charlie would need to spread word of his deeds far and wide the small forest already knew to stay out of Doom's way.

He was almost to the outer edge of the forest when a small noise came from some grass off to his left.

"Pika-pika."

Doom turned towards the noise and saw a very small yellow rodent. Doom took out the Pokedex of Doom and pointed it at the rat.

"Pikachu, the mascot Pokemon. While most Pikachu are completely unremarkable one out of every billion is powerful enough to take out things that shouldn't be effected by electric attacks, dragon-types, and even legendary Pokemon. It is worth a shot!"

Doom rubbed his chin.

"A shot? I suppose. Go, Richards!"

Richards came out of his Pokeball and immediately charged at the Pikachu.

Pikachu titled his head.

"Chu!"

Pikachu sent out a bolt of electricity and poor Richards never stood a chance. Metal jaw and teeth or not, bolts of electricity still hurt.

Doom sighed and returned the well-done rat to its Pokeball.

Note to self: Install defensive modifications on Richards.

"Go, Magikarp!"

Magikarp came out of its Pokeball in a manner that could only be described as lazy.

"Magikarp, tackle!"

Doom was mildly surprised when the Magikarp actually flung itself at the Pikachu. He was not surprised when the rodent swatted the useless Pokemon away with its tail playfully.

One does not play with Doom!

Doom went forward and picked up Magikarp. Before the Pikachu could register what was going on it had a flying Magikarp to contend with.

It was a critical hit!

Pikachu stumbled around after being hit by the Magikarp. The hit had sent its world spinning.

A moment before it would have otherwise fainted Doom threw a Pokeball at the Pokemon and captured it.

Doom returned Magikarp to its Pokeball and grabbed the newly acquired Pokeball containing Pikachu.

"Mmmm, defiant and proud for one so little, yet like all others you too are nothing but a servant of Doom. I shall name you... Thor. By the time I am done with you little one you will be the slayer of Richards' so called legend. Mwahahahahaha!"

Doctor Doom exited the forest and gazed at Pewter City. The city was the very definition of unimpressive. This was where his journey to destroy the first Gym Leader would begin. First things first though, it was time to make Beedrill whole again.

Doom entered the Pokecenter to be greeted by another Joy. Doom had to commend whoever had done the cloning of this creature, it was up to even his high standards.

"Nurse Joy, here are my Pokemon. They are in need of healing. I shall be taking the one known as Beedrill to the back for some augmentation. Is the lab equipment I shipped over ready as per my specifications?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Doom rewards good service. Take 100,000 of whatever currency you like and take the day off after my Pokemon have been treated. I need to be alone for what I am going to do to Beedrill."

"Thank you, master."

The truth was he just wanted Joy out of the way and knew it would be suspicious if he just sent her wondering throughout the city. No one would question a woman shopping, both because it was ordinary and because any man would fear being swept away in the torrent.

No one could question Doom's intellect on this subject.

Doom walked to the back of the Pokecenter and opened the door to his new lab. Eventually he'd have one just like it in every city, but that would take several weeks at least. The lab had everything he needed for any of his projects save for nuclear power, but he knew where to get that if he needed to.

Doom let Beedrill out of his Pokeball and the Pokemon cried out in pain.

"I see. You are in a great amount of pain. Be aware, Beedrill, that no great undertaking was ever successful without a great amount of pain and toil. You do not get anywhere in life by taking easy roads. I shall make you stronger, and the pain you are in will be but a distant nightmare. Believe in Doom, and Doom shall restore you!"

Doom's speech was met with Beedrill's arm shooting out and trying to impale Doom's face

Doom deftly caught it and used his other hand to backhand the Beedrill causing it to bleed. A moment later Beedrill was bound by Doom's magic.

"I suppose it would be better to show you than to try to explain it to your bug brain...."

This particular project took Doom much longer than Richards because of the substance involved. Although the other metal alloy was quite strong, it was also quite common. This, however, he had to ration as much as possible.

Working throughout the night, and with several re-applications of his magic as the Beedrill was in a great amount of pain and had struggled free of it, Doom had finished his work.

"Now, let us see what you can do." Doom threw a steel brick as fast as he could at the Beedrill. A moment before it would have laid the bug Pokemon out a flurry of movement happened and the steel brick fell to the ground in several pieces.

Where there was once a drill for a left arm there was now a thin blade in its place which gleamed with an unnatural quality.

"Yes... the Adamantium fits you nicely, Logan. Nicely indeed. Fwahaha."

Doctor Doom gathered up his now fully healed Pokemon the next day and set off for the gym.

He was almost there when something caught his eye.

Pokemon Museum

Doom rubbed his chin thoughtfully. While he looked forward to destroying this peasant Gym Leader, learning more about the Pokemon world's history could not be a bad thing. Knowledge was power and currently Richards had a very big head start on him on the matter.

Doom entered the Museum and surveyed the scene in front of him. There were many displays with various bones, fossils, and even some monitors showing ancient Pokemon sketches from data gathered.

Out of the corner of his eye Doom noticed a special high security case that contained several shiny looking objects.

Doom likes shinies.

Doom went over to the case and read the plaque below it.

"These are samples of fossils from Pokemon which became extinct a long time ago. From left to right: Kabutops, Omastar, and Aerodactyl. It is believed each of these Pokemon once held tremendous power. How they became extinct is currently unknown."

Doom likes tremendous power.

A man walked up to Doom with a smile on his face.

"Ah, I see you have taken notice of our star attraction. These DNA samples will hopefully one day lead to a breakthrough of Pokemon evolution."

Doom thought that idea was boring. He had a better idea. "When installing this system for security did you ever test its backup generator in case of a fire?"

The man got a puzzled look on his face. "What's a backup generator?"

Two minutes later Doom exited the Museum which was currently burning to the ground, three DNA samples in his bag.

''Doom triumphs. Doom ALWAYS triumphs. ''

Doctor Doom marched to the Gym and pushed the doors open. The inside of the Gym was dark with huge rocks scattered throughout the landscape. Doom entered the gym and was mildly surprised when the doors slammed shut behind him. Doom would have been worried if it wasn't for the fact that he was Doom, and Doom does not worry.

"Yo, champ in the making!"

Doom turned to face a man who was wearing sunglasses in the dimly lit gym.

"And you are...?"

"Who I am is not important. What IS important, however, is your journey through the Pokemon League, which starts right here! Brock, the Gym Leader, specializes in Rock type Pokemon. Water and Grass are your best bets."

Doom considered killing the man, but for once couldn't rationalize it. Instead, he continued to walk further into the Gym before a young boy stood in his way.

"I won't let you go any further! You are still light years away from being able to face Brock!"

Doom never broke his stride as he continued to walk towards the trainer.

"Hey! Stop! You are light years away from being able to face Brock!"

Doom extended his right hand and the boy was lifted off of his feet and began to emit choking sounds as Doom's hand slowly closed. "Time, nor distance, are a matter of concern to one such as I. However, you have wasted my time. This is unfortunate for you. In repayment I shall take your Pokemon now." Doom summoned the trainer to him and grabbed the Pokeball off his belt before releasing terrified trainer from his magic.

"Y-you can't have...Sandshrew..."

Doom kicked him in the head and he fell to the ground clearly knocked out.

Doom was about to say something about how awesome he was when a voice interrupted him.

"That wasn't very sporting of you, y'know."

Doom looked up to see a stern looking young man glaring at him. Unlike every other trainer he had faced he seemed to have a quiet confidence about him.

"I suppose you would be the gym leader?"

"Yes. My name is Brock, and I like Pokemon made of rock. I've heard about some of your exploits around town already and have decided not to go easy on you like I usually do with new trainers. Prepare to face the full wrath of Pewter City's best!"

Doom always did like futile defiance. This ought to be fun.

A man with two flags, one green and one red, stood on a balcony as the field began to shift. After a moment a rectangular field marked with chalk lines replaced the normal gym floor.

"This will be a three on three Pokemon battle! The first to lose all three of their Pokemon is the loser! Begin!"

"Go, Onix!"

"Go, Richards!"

Richards hopped out of his Pokeball and glared menacingly. This glare lasted only until Onix materialized from its Pokeball. The very large rock snake roared at the Rattata causing it to run behind Doom for its life.

Doom sighed and took out his Pokedex of Doom.

"Onix, the rock snake Pokemon. It is very big, very hard, and its tail slamming into the ground can cause tremors. It hurts to be hit by one."

"Richards, stop failing! Get in there!" Doom picked up the rat and threw it towards the Onix.

Onix, not missing a beat, lashed its tail out at the still airborne Rattata. With a thud Richards was slammed against a wall and clearly knocked out.

"Rattata cannot continue!"

Doom twitched.

As useless as the man you are named after still I see...

"Go, Magikarp!"

Magikarp came out of its Pokeball and flopped on the ground for a moment. Then another moment. It continued this for some time as Onix watched in a seemingly bemused state.

"Magikarp, tackle!"

Magikarp heeded its owner's wish and rammed itself into the Onix.

It knocked itself out.

"Magikarp cannot go on!"

Brock was smirking opposite of Doom.

"It seems you aren't so tough when you are being confronted! You should just give up and spare your pathetic Pokemon more punishment. You are worthless as a Pokemon trainer!"

Doom went rigid at Brock's words. His eyes narrowed, his face contorted with the fury Doom felt.

"My Pokemon may be pathetic but it is not your place to judge them. Only I as their master have that right! Arrogant little worm, you believe you have toppled what has taken years to be built! You believe yourself greater than Doom, smarter than Doom, more worthy of victory than Doom. You are none of the above! Nothing is greater than Doom, no one is smarter than Doom, and no one, absolutely no one, is more worthy of victory than Doom! Doom is victory, and it is time I show one as lowly as yourself your place in this world, as well as the next! Go, Logan!"

Doom flung his Pokeball as hard as he could and Logan the Beedrill popped out, its new metallic blade gleaming even in the relative darkness of the gym.

Doom was pissed.

Doctor Doom was angry.

Brock glared at Doom. He was clearly unimpressed by the speech.

"Onix! Tackle!"

The gigantic Pokemon rumbles forward and with a quickness that was uncanny for a big rock, it slammed itself forward trying to crush Logan the Beedrill."

"Dodge," Doom said simply.

Logan moved in a blur to barely escape the huge rock pokemon's fury. Dust flew into the air from the impact and obscured vision in the surrounding area.

Doom did not need vision.

"Attack," Doom said simply, although with more than touch of malice in his voice.

Several sounds were heard within the dust that the gym was covered in, various clangs and the sound of metal clashing with rock. After a few moments there was nothing. The dust started to clear to reveal Onix.

Or more precisely, the pieces of Onix. Its head was a few yards away from the rest of its segmented body which had been carved into five similarly sized pieces.

Beedrill stood by the head with its blade for a left arm dripping with a dark substance that was surely the blood of the now dead Onix.

"Onix! No!" Brock cried out in anguish.

"Next."

Doctor Doom waited patiently for the crying Brock to choose his next Pokemon. Tears from the weak were always ever so delicious. Although not filling. To get full, Doom would soon feast on the remains of all three of Brock's Pokemon. Figuratively, of course.

"Figuratively."

Brock wiped away the tears away from his eyes and selected his second Pokemon.

"Go! Golem!"

The round rock Pokemon rolled out of its ball before coming to a stop about twenty feet in front of Logan.

"Attack," Doom said once again.

Logan blurred out of sight and appeared in front of Golem and slashed its blade vertically in an attempt to cleave the golem in two.

Golem reached out its hand and stopping Beedrill's motion at its shoulder causing the blade to stop just inches short of its head.

"Golem use Seismic Toss!" Golem slammed its body into Beedrill's and tiny arms to hold Logan in place.

"...Drill?" Was all Logan could say before Golem jumped fifteen feet into the air and slammed them both into the ground with tremendous force.

Golem jumped back and watched with satisfaction as Logan had trouble fighting off the attack, although it did stand back up even while dazed.

Doom gave his Beedrill a look of contempt.

"Attack well," Doom corrected himself.

Logan nodded to his master and turned around to face Golem in a way that could only be described as a Beedrill death glare. Then it was gone from sight once again.

"Ready yourself, Golem!" Brock shouted at his Pokemon.

Logan appeared once again and did the same slashing motion as before.

Golem went to intercept the arm but was surprised to find itself grasping at air. A feint. A moment later it became more surprised as its right arm had been cut off by Logan's blade.

Logan took advantage of its opponent's momentary surprise and slashed off its other arm. Golem was crying out from the pain, it was overloading its normal keen senses. Beedrill, not satisfied with the work it had done, dove down to the ground and with one clean sweeping motion had cut both of Golem's legs clean off. The Golem screamed in agony as Brock gritted his teeth, his face pale with fury.

"Next." Doctor Doom was now supremely confident.

"No," Brock said.

Doom raised an eyebrow at the main.

"Excuse me?" Doom was mystified how the man could give such terrible one-liners and be this bad at Pokemon battling. Did the gym leader punk want Doom to kill his stupid Golem as well?

"There isn't going to be a next. Golem! Explosion!"

Doctor Doom's eyes widened. Doom liked explosions, but only when he created them.

"Logan! Run!" was all Doom had the time to say as Golem lit up a bright white and a huge explosion filled the gym.

Doctor Doom shielded himself with his cloak as the debris flew round everywhere. He did not know what he had been expecting, but for the Pokemon to actually blow itself up to try to take out his Beedrill was not it.

Doom wants one.

Doom uncovered his face and blinked rapidly as the dust tried to settle into his eyes. After a few moments he spotted Brock's Golem on the ground, still alive. Doom was shocked. It blew itself up and survived.

Doom really wants one.

Doom scanned the gym and finally found Logan out of the corner of his eye. Logan was bleeding from several large gashes all over its body and its drill on his right arm was now severed, and the stump was bleeding profusely. Beedrill's body was swaying, and although it was not yet knocked out, it looked almost dead.

"Return, Golem! Go! Rhydon!"

Golem returned to its Pokeball only to be replaced by an even angrier looking rock type. The Rhydon stared at Beedrill like the bug was its next meal, and the drill on its head began to spin as it charged at the exhausted bug Pokemon.

"Logan! Dodge!"

Logan, however, did not have the energy left to dodge and barely had time to avoid all of the damage before getting hit on the side and being slammed against a rock pillar.

"It seems you are at the end of your rope!" Brock's taunt caused Doom to clinch his fist.

Rhydon charged at Logan once again.

"Doom has no end to his rope. Logan, double team!" Beedrill executed the move just in time as Rhydon crashed into crashed into one of Logan's copies.

"Rhydon! Keep attacking them, you'll hit the real one eventually!"

And so Rhydon kept going, one by one until there were only two Beedrills left.

"This is your final defeat! You will know the fury of the Pokemon League! Rhydon! The one on the left is the real one, HORN DRILL!" Rhydon's horn began to spin even faster as he charged the one on the left. Brock was correct, this was indeed the real Logan.

"Doom knows every word in the English dictionary save one, Brock of Pewter City, and that word is defeat! Logan! Show this peasant DOOM!"

Rhydon charged recklessly at the Beedrill, its sight set on impaling the Beedrill's skull for the knockout blow. Rhydon leaped into the air and came down on Beedrill with all of its momentum and power.

Dust kicked up from its landing, but only for a moment, and when the dust settled the scene was revealed.

Beedrill's head was bleeding from Rhydon's drill, which had lodged itself a good inch into his skull. If Beedrill survived, it would be lucky. However, there was no questioning Rhydon's state. Beedrill had stabbed through Rhydon's neck all the way to and out of the back of Rhydon's head, surely killing it instantly. Beedrill took shaky step back and withdrew his blade from Rhydon's head as the big rock Pokemon fell to the ground dead.

"No! This can't be possible! How can such a monster beat me!" Brock screamed in agony as he fell to his knees whilst throwing a Boulder Badge at Doom's feet. Doom picked up the shiny. What a quaint reward.

"Rhydon cannot go on, the winner is... er, what's your name?"

"Doom."

"The winner is Doom!"

"Yes, because the winner is ALWAYS Doom, and shall forever be Doom! Fret not, pathetic gym leader, you are merely the first to fall beneath my might!" Doom returned Logan to his Pokeball and exited the gym. After Logan recovered he would be treated to another round of steroids. Doom rewarded those that did well by him.

Doctor Doom walked into the Pokecenter and gave Joy his Pokemon. They ranged from injured and exhausted to nearly dead.

"Your Beedrill is hurt very badly master, it looks like it expended the last of its energy in your service. It must really care for you." Doom remained silent, having nothing to say to such a statement. It did not matter if they obeyed him out of love, respect, or fear. As long as they obeyed, whatever useless emotion that was behind it served him just fine.

"How long will it take for it to heal?"

"At least a week. It sustained major injuries."

"Very well, I will be in my Laboratory, update me when required." Doom swept out of the room and entered the long hallway to his lab. Once there, he took off his mask and sat down at his workbench. It had been a very tiring battle, one he had not expected to be challenging. Doom was mighty, but Doom was also intelligent. He knew that if he was going to conquer this world via Pokemon mastery he would need to improve the abilities of the Pokemon he already had as well as capture new, more powerful species. Doom was unafraid of hard work. Rome was not built in a day, and any empire that was deserved to be torn down as quickly as it had been built. Foundations were the key. Doom thought back over his team and knew the foundations of it already. Logan and Magikarp. Logan had a killer instinct and a great willpower. Doom had chosen his name wisely. Magikarp, on the other hand, was nothing but untapped potential. However, that potential would need to be unlocked. Nothing with that much rage inside of it could ever be thought to be useless, though. Anyone who laughed at his companion now would regret it soon enough, Doom just knew it.

Doom had a frustrating few days after his victory over the Pewter City Gm Leader, Brock. He had been informed that the parts required to recreate Pokemon from their DNA samples were not sold, for any price, and could only be found in the Cinnabar Island Research Lab, and one was only permitted on the Island after receiving six gym badges as a clearance measure. These prehistoric Pokemon would have to wait for another day, sadly.

The week passed quickly with Doom training his other Pokemon to the extreme, each of them improving in many ways. Doom was pleased when he set off for Mt. Moon with his freshly healed Beedrill.

Doctor Doom marched towards Mt. Moon with a sense of purpose. He had thought of a clever plan, and that was saying something coming from him.

A young boy stood in his path.

"I challenge you to a battle!"

"Doom has no time for the likes of you."

The boy began to protest when Doom backhanded him to the ground and carried on his way, leaving the boy crying on the ground.

Doom continued to march on when a shout came from behind him.

"Hey! I saw you slap that young boy! You can't just slap people!" Doom glanced over his shoulder to see a hiker approaching him with a look of anger on his face.

Doom sneered. "You should mind your own business. No one in the history of humanity has ever benefited from placing themselves in a situation on behalf of another."

"We'll see about that! Go, Onix!"

Doom reached to his belt for Logan, and then reconsidered.

Doom is plotting...

"Go! Magikarp!"

Magikarp burst out of its Pokeball and flopped on the ground.

"Karp. Karp. Magikarp."

The hiker laughed. "Sending out that little nothing versus my mighty Onix? You are as stupid as you are cruel!"

Doom's eyes narrowed to slits. "Doom awaits those that question my intellect, pleb."

The Hiker laughed again. "I don't know what that means, but it won't matter! Tackle, Onix!"

"Attack well, Magikarp."

With a quickness never seen before in a Magikarp, the Magikarp shot at the Onix and hit it midair just as the Onix was going for its tackle. Onix wore a stunned expression for a moment before it collapsed on the ground, knocked out. Magikarp flopped on the ground beside it.

"Karp. Karp. Magikarp." Magikarp was happy.

The Hiker returned the Onix to its Pokeball and ran away from Doom muttering about the monster Magikarp as he did so.

Doom turned to the Magikarp.

"Excellent."

Doctor Doom marched forward and it wasn't long before the towering Mt. Moon had extended its shadow over Doom. Doom did not mind the sudden lack of sunlight as he was capable of fighting in the shade. A sudden breeze rushed throughout the route and the grass swayed at its whim. Doom, however, is not swayed by anything. Doom continued his trek up the mountain until he came to the entrance to the heart of Mt. Moon which was said to be a huge cave. At least, that's what the tourist pamphlet he robbed from an old lady said.

However, the mountain itself was not Doom's objective at the moment. His goal was the Pokecenter by the entrance.

Doom entered the building with his usual sinister swagger and walked up to the Joy in charge.

"How did the operation go?" Doom questioned.

"Just as you said it would, master. The joy in Cinnabar Island was able to successfully kidnap a scientist's family and hold them hostage. He quickly agreed to hand over the fully functioning machine in exchange for their safety."

When Doom had thought to himself that his ancient Pokemon would have to wait for another day, obviously speaking he had meant "the next day" because as previously discussed Doom does not waste time. To add to that, Doom does not wait either.

Ever.

note: lol typos, I am tired.

Doctor Doom was angry. As mentioned several times already Doom does not like to waste time. There was a random salesman in front of Doom. Doom did not like salesman either. They were useless, thought they were sly like Doom, and usually sold nothing useful. "Get out of my way before I crush you," Doom said.

The salesman didn't even bat an eyelash.

"Well before you go about your business of crushing me I'd just like to give you the opportunity of a lifetime to own your very own Magikarp! For this limited time offer I can give it to you for 500 bucks!"

Doom raised an eyebrow. A chance to own two Magikarp? Doom was interested. "Can I see the specimen you have?” The Magikarp salesman was a bit taken aback. No one had ever taken him seriously before. The man shrugged and took out the Pokeball containing the Magikarp and threw it into the air. A moment later a Magikarp was flopping on the ground uselessly, saying its own name as it did so.

Doom bent down and looked the Magikarp in the eyes. He had expected to see the same rage and hatred he had seen in his own Magikarp. Instead, he saw a docile look in its eyes. Its rage, if it had ever been there, had been broken.

"What have you done to this Magikarp? Where is its natural rage? Where is its potential?"

The Salesman was utterly confused by the questions. "I have no idea what you are talking about. Magikarp are the weakest, most pathetic and benign Pokemon in existence. Why did you expect anything?"

Doom took a Pokeball from his belt and released his own Magikarp.

"Doom has no weak Pokemon! Magikarp, tackle!" Magikarp tackled the salesman against the wall which broke the man's spine. He was dead within moments.

Doom gazed down at the weak and pitiful Magikarp at his feet.

"You are weak as you are now and your will is broken. Fear not, however. Doom is patient. Doom is ever patient." With those words he returned Magikarp to his Pokeball and continued on to Mt. Moon.

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Doctor Doom breathed in the fresh mountain air. How disgusting. When he eventually conquered this world with his unrivaled skill and intellect, he would turn this mountain into Mount Doom. Instead of fresh mountain air, he would construct a river that would be filled with the blood of his fallen foes and their Pokemon. At the mouth of the river there would be a machine which turned the blood into vapor so that whenever Doom took a deep breath at Mount Doom he would breathe in the spoils of a past victory.

Mount Doom, just like Doom himself, would be victory.

Doom trekked to the mouth of Mt. Moon's twisting caves when he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Hi! I like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear!"

Doom turned around and could not help but to raise an eyebrow.

"Really? Of all of the things you could have chosen to say to an opponent before engaging them in a Pokemon duel to the death, you choose to discuss how you like shorts? You have chosen badly."

The young boy blinked. "Mister, Pokemon battles aren't to the death. Listen, I've seen things you wouldn't believe. From people who took weeks to beat Brock with just a Rattata to a guy who tortured his charmander until it had enough levels to burn Brock's Onix alive. I've seen the deadened look of those Pokemon. I've seen it all, I've seen far too much. So if I want to talk about my mother ****ing shorts, and how much I like them, because they are mother ****ing comfy, and easy to wear, you are going to shut the **** up and listen, do you ****ing understand?"

Doom was taken aback slightly. He had not expected that. So taken aback, he couldn't even find it within him to be insulted by such obvious insolence.

Oh, no, there it was.

Doom was insulted.

When I get through with this brat he will be lucky if he still has an ass to wear his precious shorts.

Doctor Doom reached for a Pokeball and threw it. His Pikachu, Thor, leaped out of its Pokeball.

The Youngster laughed. "A Pikachu? You mock my love of shorts and you send out an unevolved Pokemon? Almost every trainer who beat me on their way past here at least opened with a Butterfree or something. Now I shall show you the power of one who has been loving shorts for thirteen years now! Go, Mer!" The Youngster with a shorts fetish threw his Pokeball and a white and pink Pokemon came out of its Pokeball.

"Wiggly!"

Doom raised an eyebrow as he pointed the Pokedex of Doom at it.

"Wigglytuff, the fabulous Pokemon. It knows no fear and will be itself no matter who is viewing it. Said to be extremely loyal and squishy, it is thought that they give the best hugs. I say kill it and smear its blood on the walls."

The youngster smirked. “Different kinda Pokedex you got there I see. You must be one of Oak’s special trainers. Did he fondle you like he did a couple of the others? On second thought, don’t answer that. Mer! Take Down!” The Pink Pokemon charged at Thor with a sudden viciousness. “Dodge, Thor,” Doom commanded.

Just as the Wigglytuff was about to drive itself into Thor the small electric rat dashed out of the way and started to run circles around the Wigglytuff.

The Youngster sneered. “Running away from my Pokemon? What kind of coward are you?” The Youngster had learned many years ago that goading an opponent was an effective way to get inside newbie trainer’s heads.

Doom was not a newbie and did not rise to the bait, for he knew that he would be having fried Wigglytuff as a snack in short order.

“Strike down the fool, Thor. Thunderbolt.” Pikachu stopped in its tracks and began to pulse with a gross amount of electric power encircling it.

The Youngster’s eyes widened. A Pikachu shouldn’t be capable of that type of power!

“Run Wiggly! Run!” The Youngster screamed.

Doom cackled.

“You cannot run from DOOM! Now your Wigglytuff shall match your personality: Dead inside!” As if on command Pikachu unleashed its thunderbolt upon the Wigglytuff which screamed in agony as electricity was rammed through its body. A moment later the attack ceased and Wigglytuff’s eyes saw no more before the dead body of Wigglytuff crashed to the ground.

“No! Wiggly! I’ve had you for ten years. You can’t be gone!”

Doom loomed over the boy, who looked up with fear in his eyes.

“Have mercy! I don’t have any other Pokemon!”

“I shall grant you mercy, poor trainer.” Doom smiled down at the boy.

The boy sighed in relief.

Doom’s smile turned into a snarl. “Compared to your miserable existence, Doom is mercy!”

The boy screamed as Doom’s magic closed in around him.

The statue of a youngster became a popular landmark to visit for passing trainers on their way to Mt. Moon. The only thing out of place was the statue’s shorts, which were around the boy’s ankles as if someone had pants’d the statue. Such a thing was impossible, of course.

DOOM IS APRIL FOOLS!

Doctor Doom sighed. He was growing weary of always being a bad person. His heart had long since began to ache over how he had mistreated those who had done nothing to him throughout the years, and how he had foolishly passed on that hatred to his Pokemon.

He looked down at his Pokeballs. Each contained a creature that should have been his friend, but instead he had foolishly used them as tools. What had he gained through all of the bloodshed? Nothing but a pile of dead bodies and countless regrets.

Doom glanced up to see his rival, Reed Richards, staring at him with knowing eyes.

"It isn't so easy to live an evil life when your mind betrays you, huh Victor?" The words stung Doom more than he ever thought possible. For all of his intellect and sorcery, he was now little more than a broken man.

"Cast your Pokemon aside Victor, it is the only way to set your heart at ease."

Doom sighed. He knew Richards was right. it wasn't very surprising given the fact that Richards had always been the better man between the two of them, he had just been too blinded to admit it.

And so Doom started with Mewtwo, one of his prized Pokemon. He had been able to capture the powerful psychic when he had beaten it in a best of seven series in checkers. Mewtwo had been humbled four games to one, and had joined Doom without question.

Second was Houndoom. It's name was Houndoom, how many amazing puns had Doom been able to make because of this? Doom cried as he released Houndoom.

Down the line he went until he finally got to Magikarp, his most prized Pokemon, his best friend in the world. He and Magikarp had shared so many epic memories together. The threesome with Richards' wife in the astral plane sprang to mind as Doom sighed, boy had that been amusing.

With one last shuddering and emotional breath, Doom released Magikarp.

Doom is April Fool's day.

Doctor Doom strode back to the Mt. Moon Pokecenter after dispatching of the bitter Youngster. It had taken longer than expected to get the boy's blood off of his mask and Doom figured he could advance his research project before setting off into a dark cave.

"Nurse Joy, have the DNA samples been put into the machine?"

The pink-haired woman bowed in reverence. "Yes, master. We altered them specifically how you asked. The prototypes will be ready for viewing in just a few minutes in your lab.

"Good work." Doom swept out of the room and to his study. He had spent hours going over how the Pokemon would turn out when brought back to life and had thought of a few minor modifications to enhance them just how he wanted them.

Pokemon had many special attributes, and it was something that Doom himself was getting to. Each of these three Pokemon were undoubtedly strong Pokemon suited for combat, but Doom had something more in mind for each of them.

Doom entered his lab and saw that the specimens were ready, all that was required was for him to release them from the chamber. Doom had a wicked grin on his face as he pressed the button. As they came into view he laughed evilly. Yes, his new creations were perfect.

Before him were three very pretty ponies. To be more precise, they were his three favorite ponies from the show My Little Ponies, a show he had loved to watch many years ago.

Doom loved his Ponies.

Doom loved April Fool's Day.

Now, back to our regurlarly scheduled program.

Doctor Doom blinked twice to regain his vision as he entered the first dark cavern of Mount Moon. Doom had heard a few rumors circulating about the mountain and cute Pokemon that would, on occasion, show up here. If Doom happened upon any of these fairy Pokemon he would either capture or kill them. Doom had no room in his heart for cuteness.

Doom took one step into the cave and suddenly there was a bat in front of him. Doom reached for his Pokedex of Doom and aimed it at the bat.

"Zubat. The annoying Pokemon. The reason for their annoyance cannot be properly expressed in words, so I won't even bother to try." Doom looked down at his Pokedex and then shrugged. Annoyances were not a problem for Doom. Then again, nothing was a problem for Doom. Anything that annoyed Doom would promptly die or, failing that, wish that it had died.

Doom selected a Pokeball from his belt and casually tossed it into the air. Richards the Rattata jumped out of it and snarled at the Zubat. It had taken a couple of days of harsh training and a lot of steroids, but Richards had redeemed himself in the eyes of his master. Richards was now more vicious than ever, and eager to please.

Doom did like eagerness.

“Attack well, Richards,” Doom commanded of his Pokemon.

The Zubat never saw the quick attack coming, and it could do nothing to stop the ferocious rat from pounding it into the ground. Richards was going to go for the bat Pokemon’s neck when Doom made a motion with his right hand.

“Cease, Richards.”

The Rattata obeyed. It knew the price of not obeying Doom.

Doom walked over to the fallen Zubat and nudged it roughly with his boot. The Pokemon made a noise of pain and Doom smirked. “Still alive, that’s good.” Doom took out an empty Pokeball from his bag and threw it on top of the Zubat. After three ticks the Zubat was caught. Doom was going to give the bat a witty nickname when another Zubat appeared in front of him ready to do battle.

“Another one? Very well, Doom does like battle,” Doom said.

Two hours later

Doom was knee deep in the corpses of hundreds of fallen Zubat. Every time he had even thought to take a step in this god-forsaken cave another would appear to challenge him. None had proven to be an actual challenge, but now Doom understood what his Pokedex had meant by annoyance.

Doom took out an electric recorder and turned it on. “Note to self: Commit to genocide against the Zubat population on Wednesday.” Doom turned off the record and stuck it back into his bag.

It wouldn’t be the first genocide Doom committed to, but it may have been the most deserved.

For the Zubat population it would be the last day of their collective lives. For Doctor Doom, it was simply Wednesday.

Doom prided himself on the fact that when he set his vast intellect to a task, it either got accomplished or took several powerful and half-witted super hero teams trying extraordinarily hard to undermine him to get in his way. Unless Richards suddenly appeared to stop his plan, he was good.

"RICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!" Doom yelled into the cave. Doom looked around for a moment to see if his nemesis was around to make some inane comment that didn't make any sense, but the man did not appear. The coast was clear.

Doom took one step forward and yet another zubat appeared in front of him. This time, however, he was ready for it. He reached a gauntlet encased hand forward and savagely brought the Zubat up to his face. The Zubat squirmed in his grasp and cried out in pain, its cries grew weaker however as Doom squeezed harder and the Zubat whimpered in pain. A man with a heart would have realized that Zubat were just protecting their home when they attacked and that they were innocent creatures. Luckily for Doom he was not born with such a defect just squeezed harder until the Zubat finally passed out.

Doom proceeded to reach into his bag and took a syringe out of a metal case. He had spent two days in this cave being as still as possible to not attract any unwanted Zubats while he worked on this chemical. He still had managed to get a few his way every couple of hours though. Richards the Rattata seemed to have developed a taste for live Zubat though and would quickly bite off their heads and devour them. Doom didn't know if he should be worried or pleased, and so chose to be neither.

Doom carefully stuck the needle into the Zubat's neck and emptied the blue liquid into Zubat. Normally when Doom chose to wipe out an entire species he would do it in a bit more of a personal manner. Burn down habitats, laugh evilly as they begged to be spared, the usual fare that went with being a magnificent bastard. However Doom realized that there were several caves in the region, each with zubats in them. This would normally not be a problem except that Doom was on a loose schedule. He did not want Richards to get too far of him and if he was going to overtake his inept rival at being a Pokemon master time was of the essence.

Spending two days in a cave plotting the demise of Zubats was one thing, but it'd take him a month out of his way to go to every cave and do genocide right: With a lot of flames and a lot of sinister laughing. So Doom was going to poison the entire population. Once it was injected into a Zubat it would mix with their body's fluids and it would slowly reproduce itself, disguising itself to the host body as sweat. Once combined with a DNA strand of a species, in this case Zubat, it would become airborne whenever one of them sweat.

All Doom had to do was give the execution and the chemical would become instantly toxic to anything of that DNA strand. All thanks to nano-machines.

Doom would triumph over the Zubats. Because Doom always triumphs.

Doctor Doom continued deeper into the cave safe in the knowledge that when that Zubat awoke it would go back to its kind, and then the Zubat populations would eventually intermingle with one another and infect them all.

Wednesday was a good day for Doom. Then again, everyday was a good day for Doom. Because he was Doom, and Doom is good.

Doctor Doom stared at an item on the ground. It was a piece of rope in a thin plastic wrapping that had the word "escape" printed on it just sitting there for the taking. On the one hand, Doom was in need of some rope. Rope was very useful in all manner of ventures. Escaping a cave, climbing back into a cave, fulfilling Richards' wife's erotic fantasies...

On the other hand, Doom had been taught early in life not to trust random objects lying about.

A much younger Doom looked at a cookie on the ground. Young Doom loved cookies. Doom reached for the cookie and was promptly hit with a hot icon to his arm. Doom did not cry out, merely scowling.

"Now Victor, you know better than to trust objects lying on the ground," a voice admonished from his right.

Doom huffed. "I do as I choose...and I answer to no one!" Doom shouted defiantly.

"Just be in for dinner soon."

"Yes mother."

The present day Doctor Doom rubbed his arm where a scar could be seen whenever he uncovered it. That was then, this was now. Doom wanted the rope, and Doom gets what he wants.

Doom reached out and picked up the rope. After a moment Doom realized nothing bad was going to happen and continued on even deeper into the cave.

Doctor Doom slowly descended down a ladder located in the middle of a cave. The thought occurred to Doom that there being a random ladder located in a hole made inside of a cave didn't make a lot of sense. Caves should not have ladders or be this brightly lit. Random holes in the ground for random passerbys to fall to their death in was, however, acceptable.

Doom stepped down from the ladder and surveyed his surroundings. The cave’s structure hadn’t changed much from the previous level and whatever wild Pokemon might inhabit the cave seemed to be content to leave Doom be. The scent of Zubat blood must have made them wary of him. Good, let them know that fearing Doom is wise. It is a lesson that all would do well to know.

Doom continued further into the cave until a faint noise caught his attention.

"Clefairy Clefairy Clefairy," a sing-song voice came from just around the corner. Doom followed the sound until he was face to face with a small pink Pokemon. Doom pointed his Pokedex at the small creature.

"Clefairy, the Moon Pokemon. Rumors persist to this day that Clefairy, one of the world's most elusive Pokemon, originally came from the moon. Cutting one open might prove to be useful."

Doom was about to let Logan out to cut up the Pokemon when the Clefairy started to dance.

Before Doom had time to realize what the Clefairy was doing the cave walls around him shifted and he lost his balance causing him to stumble. When Doom looked back up he was outside of the cave at the entrance to the mountain.

Doom's eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth.

That Pokemon had made a fool of Doom.

This requires blood.

Doctor Doom was angry. Bad things were going to happen. Messy, bloody bad things.

As Doom marched back into the depths of Mt. Moon his Pokedex spoke to him.

“Clefairy are known for two moves in particular. The first is encore, which makes the target repeat its previous action repeatedly. The second and more formidable move is Metronome. Very little is known about this move. However, Clefairy can use it with others of its species for great effect. It is speculated that by using Metronome Clefairy can replicate any Pokemon move, although not always with the same skill.”

Doctor Doom did not take kindly to, and would never take kindly to, being shown up. This Pokemon, this Clefairy, thought it was different than everything else that had opposed Doom. That had stood in Doom’s way. It was not different. Nothing would ever be different. No matter how many mountains Doom would have to climb, no matter how many life forms thought they could stand in the path of his destiny, Doom would always conquer. Doom would always reign supreme. Doom would always be the winner.

And Doom was going to be a Pokemon Master.

Doctor Doom had finally made it back to where he had been before the Clefairy had teleported him to find an interesting sight.

There were now twenty or so Clefairy all sitting around a circle, dancing merrily. Doom did not know if it was specifically at his expense, but he took it as such.

No one does anything at Doom's expense!

Doom walked forward and made his presence known to the Clefairy. Immediately they all began to dance causing Doom to glow for a moment. To the Clefairy's surprise, however, Doom did not go anywhere.

Doom chuckled. It scared the Clefairy. As it should..

"You believed that the same trick would work twice on Doom? No, Doom is beyond that. Show Doom something merely once and you have already caused your own destruction. Now that you have allowed me to analyze your powers... allow me to reveal the truth of your situation to you: YOU HAVE NO HOPE!" Doom squeezed his right hand and all of the Clefairys were quite suddenly under Doom's control. They tried desperately to free themselves of their invisible bindings or to use any of their moves, but to no avail.

"You have displeased me. No, you have committed an even greater crime than merely displeasing me, you have disrespected me. In my country such a high crime as that is punishable by death. However, Doom is not without his mercy, and he is also not without his fairness. You did not know what you were doing, you did not... understand. So in my infinite mercy I shall allow you one chance to live. All of you must use the move Encore for one hour without stopping. If any of you, even just one of you, stops using Encore before the hour is up...and there will be consequences."

Doom sat down on a large rock a few meters away from the Clefairy and steepled his hands in front of his face. After a moment he released his hold on the Clefairy.

"Begin the applause," Doom commanded.

And the Clefairys obeyed. They always obeyed.

Doctor Doom never tired of being serenaded by applause. Even if the ones that were applauding were two feet tall pink puffballs. Doom had expected worse, though. It seemed that the move Encore amplified the sound of the clapping that made it somewhat respectful. Although, it still was pathetic compared to the thunderous applause that Doom truly deserved.

Doom let his mind drift towards other thoughts while his eyes were focused on the group of Clefairy in front of him. He had a lot of work ahead of him. When he got to the next city the Joy there was supposed to have the first of his ancient Pokemon ready for him. He had picked the one that looked like it had the most potential. He had given an idle thought to perhaps gene splicing the Pokemon together but he did not know enough about Pokemon Genetics to attempt such a procedure. Doom had not gotten to be the smartest man in the world by taking undue risk.

Well, more than once anyway, Doom thought.

Doom looked at his watch and noticed that it had been fifty five minutes since the clapping began. Doom was a man of his word. If they performed up to task he would allow them to live. It wasn't his fault if the condition he left them in made them want to commit suicide, however.

Just as the thought passed through Doom's mind one of the Clefairy stopped clapping and fell down on the ground yelling in pain. The other Clefairy stopped their clapping and went over to attend to their fallen friend.

"I did not say you could stop clapping," Doom said dangerously. However, his words were ignored as the Clefairy continued to try to comfort their friend.

"NOBODY IGNORES DOOM!" Doom's voice echoed off of the cave walls as he extended his mind outward until he had overpowered all of the Clefairy's, gaining control of their bodies. When next he spoke, his voice was heard only in their minds.

"You believe you are above Doom? That you do not have to properly fear Doom, that you are so mighty that you can simply turn your back on Doom and attend to another of your species as he talks to you? Doom cannot be ignored. Doom cannot be stopped. Doom is in everything and overcomes everything. I suppose you believe your positive feelings for one another can save you from Doom. You are mistaken. I said that you only had one chance to regain the lives that you put into forfeit when you crossed Doom. Your chance has come and gone. Know in your last moments that you brought this on yourself, Doom merely was the hammer."

Doctor Doom focused his magic and made all of the Clefairy use Metronome at the same time.

Metronome was usually random, however Doom was connected to the heart of the world at the moment. To normal people, metronome was merely luck. To Doom, there was nothing that was beyond his control.

An instant later, all twenty Clefairy used the move Self-Destruct and as their bodies began to light up, and their feeble minds realized their situation, Doom verbalized the last words they would ever hear that echoed their own thoughts.

"YOU HAVE NO HOPE!"

The Clefairy exploded all at once, the blood splattered all over the walls and onto Doom.

Doom took stock of the situation and chuckled mirthlessly.

"That takes care of the blood requirement, I suppose."

Doom marched through the splattered corpses of the Clefairy much more relaxed than he had been an hour previously.

Doctor Doom continued his travel through Mount Moon uninterrupted. The Clefiary had proven to be a good example to the other Pokemon in the area of what happened when one interrupted Doom's progress, and they had wisely chosen to stay out of his way.

After a few hours Doom saw a sign stuck in the ground. "Exit ahead." How primitive.

Doom marched forward with evil thoughts in his head when he stopped. He heard voices up ahead.

"Jessie, the boss is really pissed. They still haven't figured out what happened to the headquarters in Viridian." Doom noted it sounded like a whiny male voice was speaking.

"You don't have to tell me that, James. Did you think it was fun reporting to him that the museum in Pewter had stepped up security for no good reason? He really wanted those fossils!" A shrill female voice had said this.

"You think that's bad," Another voice started. Doom, a master of the senses, knew right away that it was not a human speaking, "We've gotta capture a Clefairy or our duck is cooked! We haven't even seen one yet!"

Doom thought it was a good time to make his presence known.

"It seems you have had the gross misfortune of having your path intersect with Doom."

The two people and a pokemon whipped their head around to see Doom standing before them, his head held high and his arms folded over his chest.

"Who are you!?" All three shouted at once.

"I am Doctor Victor Von Doom, and I am this world’s future master.” Doom’s interest turned to the Pokemon between the two people and whipped out his Pokedex.

''Meowth, the cat Pokemon. They are very stupid and literally everyone would rather have their evolution, a Persian.''

“Hey!” The Meowth shouted angrily.

“Interesting,” Doom murmured. “It says this species is stupid and yet it can speak as well as any normal human. That's not saying much, but still... I would like to own him. Usually I would just take him, but I am feeling charitable, and in a stroke of good luck on your behalf my taste for blood has been sated for the day. What do you say to a sizable donation on my behalf?"

“I am not for sale! These two love me! We are the best of friends!” Meowth retorted.

Doom turned his attention to the two humans and saw a very different picture. They were both eying the ten Pokeballs he had on his waist. Doom thought back to the conversation he overheard. These people must be part of some criminal organization that valued Pokemon, and they clearly had a higher opinion of their own worth than was warranted. Doom was in a playful mood though.

Doom liked to play with his food before he ate it.

“I see… well then. How about a Pokemon battle? If I win, I obtain Meowth here. If I were to lose, you can have all of my Pokemon. Further, I’ll only use of my Pokemon, and you may use any number of Pokemon that you have. What do you say to that?”

“Deal!” All three said at once. Then they laughed. “You are a fool! We have 4 Pokemon plus Meowth here! You have just entered a five on one pokemon battle, you have no chance!”

Doom smiled. The three members of Team Rocket took a step back at the sheer evilness that the grin held.

“Hope, the greatest of human emotions. It is when a person stands at the very peak of this emotion that they are allowed to fall the furthest.”

Doom took out a Pokeball and threw it to the ground.

“Enlighten them, Thor, of the dangers of having hope.”

Thor the Pikachu leapt from its Pokeball and stared down its opponents with hard eyes.

“Pika-Pika.”

Doctor Doom looked down at his Pikachu with an evil smirk on his face. It always worried every living being, not to mention the entire rock population, when they had the chance to notice that Doom had an evil smirk. His regular smirks were quite evil to begin with. He was smirking with good reason, even more worrisome. He had worked long and hard on ways to improve Thor. At first he had thought to implement a new blend of metal alloys into Pikachu's tail and give it more of a physical brute force aspect to it. Doom had quickly dismissed such an idea as amateur hour. Then, Doom had a good idea.

The world trembles when Doom has good ideas.

Sadly for Team Rocket, they did not know to tremble.

"Go, Koffing!" James shouted as he threw his Pokeball. A moment later a purple Pokemon with a silly grin on its face appeared out of the Pokeball.

Doom scanned it with his Pokedex.

"Koffing, the smog Pokemon. They contain toxic gas, perhaps explaining why it always had a stupid grin on its face. Not worth worrying about."

"Take that back!" James whined to the Pokedex.

"Now James, it isn’t healthy talking to a machine like that. You should remained focus on the task at hand. I believe you will find my Pokemon more than enough to hold your attention,” Doom said . “Hah! Koffing isn’t going to lose to an electric rat! Smog, Koffing!”

“Dodge, Thor.”

Just as the smog was about to hit Pikachu the yellow rat blurred out of sight and appear beside Doom. Doom began to move the fingers on his left hand slightly. As he did so magic rippled subtly in the air and rain clouds began to form near the cave roof above them.

Team Rocket looked nervous as the rain clouds began to form. They were not the brightest collection of people (and Meowth) in the world, but they were reasonably sure this wasn’t natural.

After a few seconds rain began to come out of the clouds and pelted everyone. Team Rocket grumbled for a moment before they saw a sight that scared them. The Pikachu by Doom’s side was glowing bright yellow. Very, very bright yellow.

“Normally I am not one to brag, but I will make this one exception. I found this Pokemon in a forest one afternoon and learned that it was an electric type. In my genius, which is vast, I took the time to manipulate this Pokemon’s DNA to respond exceptionally well when introduced to water. I believe I shall call this ability ‘God of Thunder’. Yes, how appropriate.”

Doom clenched his fist and a throne made of earth rose up from the ground behind him. He took a step backwards and sat down in this throne.

“It doesn’t matter! Team Rocket won’t be defeated by a rat.” Jessie sneered at the glowing Pikachu while she said this.

Doom rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he leaned his elbow on the arm of the throne. Doom was amused.

That’s never a good sign.

“Oh? A counter hypothesis to my own? Very well. I accept your statement as a valid theory. Let us see which one of us is correct. Thor?” Doom looked down at his Pikachu.

Thor looked back up to his master. “Pika?”

“Overkill,” Doom said simply.

Thor nodded happily and bounced a few steps in front of Doom.

“Piiiiiiika….CHUUUUUUUUUU” Thor shouted and a bolt of electricity was called down from rain clouds above them and it struck Koffing with a thunderous force. Everyone had to look away from the blinding impact except for Doom, who stared at it with a small smirk on his face.

When Team Rocket looked they could not see Koffing anywhere. Seeing their confusion, Doom chose to help.

Doom is helpful!

“Ah, you are looking too high. He’s on the ground over there.”

Team Rocket looked for a moment not seeing anything. Then they saw it.

A pile of ashes.

Doom chuckled.

“Looks like my theory won out.”

Team Rocket stood in horrified shock at the pile of ashes that was once the happy Koffing.

Doom coughed loudly and the three members of Team Rocket turned their attention back to Doom.

“Not to…cut your grief short, but you did promise me a five on one Pokemon battle, if memory serves. Send out the next Pokemon. Maybe it will turn into slightly less blackened ash.”

And then Doom laughed.

Because it wasn’t like there was anything they could do to stop him.

Doctor Doom liked it when people looked at him as if he were the most terrifying thing in the world.

Doom likes it when people are correct.

Jessie and James stopped their looks of horror and turned to each other.

"James," Jessie said.

"Yeah, Jess?" James responded.

"We're in trouble, aren't we."

"Yeah that sounds about right."

"So," Jessie began, "Do we go to Plan B?"

"We have a Plan B?" James asked with a blank look on his face.

Jessie grimaced. "Not strictly speaking. I just thought we'd use all of our remaining Pokemon at once."

"Oh. Good idea," James complimented.

James and Jessie threw out all of their remaining Pokemon together. Three Pokeballs opened to reveal three very different Pokemon.

"Show them what you are worth, Ekans! You can handle a little rat, right Geodude?" Jessie said to her Pokemon.

James looked at his Pokemon with vigor. "Show that yellow menace what a Paras can do!"

Meanwhile, Doom's chin never left his palm as he gazed at the Pokemon in front of him. He didn't bother to bring out his Pokedex to examine them. He could see their weakness plainly. The strong survived, the weak died. That was the reality Doom believed in.

That was Doom.

"Thor," Doom said.

The yellow rat turned to its master. "Pika?"

"The Pokemon you face are in the hands of trainers who do not know how to use them. Grant them the only mercy you are capable of giving."

Thor nodded and started to gather energy.

Meanwhile, the three Pokemon surged forward to try to attack the Pikachu.

They were too slow.

"CHUUUUUUUUU!"

A moment later three bolts of electricity struck the three opposing Pokemon which caused three different reactions.

The Geodude was blown apart by impact and its rocky remains were scattered all around the cave.

The Ekans looked less like a snake and more like a snake skin, deflated as all of its bodily fluids had been super heated by the thunder.

As for Paras, well, let's just say everyone was feeling ever so slightly buzzed at the moment as a small fire was all that was left of its body.

Doom pushed himself up from his make-shift throne and clapped his hands together.

"Well then, looks like I win."

Doom always wins.

Doctor Doom looked over at the members of Team Rocket and saw that they were in need of a little prompting.

"Thor, prompt them."

One minor zap later and he had their attention.

"I will be taking Meowth now," Doom stated.

Jessie and James gave each other a meaningful look and then nodded to one another.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that," James said.

"I agree," Jessie chimed in. "Meowth is our friend, as much as he annoys us at times, we can't let you take him from us."

Meowth's eyes watered with fresh tears as he gazed up at his friends. "You guys..."

Doom coughed.

"Speeches are all well and good, and loyalty is something I can appreciate. Really, I value it highly myself. With that said, a deal is a deal. Your words are powerful, but sadly your Pokemon were not. Even sadder yet, I have grown tired of you. Thor, do your work."

Chuuuuuu!

Thor the Pikachu let loose a wild thunderbolt from its body which landed right in front of Team Rocket causing the ground beneath them to explode. Both members of Team Rocket were catapulted from the cave and crashed through its ceiling.

"Team Rocket is blasting off again....!"

Doom turned to his Pikachu. "When I said do your work I meant to kill them," he said crossly.

Pikachu nodded its head in understanding. "Pika. Pi-pi-Pika-chu. Chu, chu chu, pika pika. Pika! Chuu! Chuu! Chuu! Pika pika!"

Doom nodded his head. "I see, you are still learning to deal with your tremendous power and it taxes you to be as accurate as you have been up to now. That is...an acceptable excuse. Work on you weaknesses, I will not be so forgiving a second time."

Pikachu nodded happily.

Doom turned to Meowth who had his mouth hanging open in shock.

"You can understand Pokemon? I've never met a human who could do that before!"

"Fool. I am no mere human. I am Doom. You are now a part of my team, with me you will achieve a greater greatness than you ever dreamed imaginable. You don't seem like the type who appreciates Pokeballs, that is fine by me. Let us be on our way, I have been slowed too much already."

Doom headed towards the exit with his new Pokemon behind him.

Meowth had a feeling he was backing a winner now.

Little did he know just how big of a winner Doom truly was.

Doctor Doom stepped outside of the cave. Doom was already missing the fresh smell of Clefairy blood that had been in the air.

"So..." Meowth started, "Not to complain or anything but why exactly did you want me? I’m just a Meowth. I ain’t nothing special.” Before the words had finished leaving his Mouth Meowth was knocked to the ground by a backhanded slap from Doom.

“Do not question my wisdom again, little Pokemon. I do not know what your foolish master told you prior, but I am capable of perceiving the very core of every living creature. I have gone beyond the curtain of creation and have been allowed to see secrets you could not imagine. When I take interest in things, it is no passing matter. I look at you and I see potential. I see cunning. I have use for these things in this world. One day, if you prove yourself to be able to live up to my expectation, you may in fact be someone I can…rely on.” Doom turned his back to Meowth and continued his walk to the next city.

Meowth’s eyes teared up slightly as he walked behind his new master. Never before had anyone been so nice to him!

Doom, for his part, could barely keep from rolling his eyes as he had finished his speech to Meowth. The Pokemon did not know that he had no need to rely on anyone else, much less him, and he would never have such a need. It would keep him in line, however. Keep him loyal. It was so easy to abuse the trust of a fragile mind that was already used to being abused. Just show an ounce of kindness, even if it isn’t genuine, and they are hooked.

Doom stopped his nefarious thoughts as a city came into view. Cerulean City, home of the Gym Leader Misty who specialized in Water types. Doom was confident that before he was done that water would be her Pokemon’s grave.

DOOM IS MOTHER'S DAY

Doctor Doom sighed. He hated himself for finally perfecting that machine that allowed him to get his mother out of the bowels of the underworld.

He hated his timing more, though.

Today was Mother's Day, and therefore his mother thought he loved her so much he had invented the dimensional machine to save her. It was an unfortunate coincidence.

Doom looked over his shoulder to find his Mother playing with the Sandshrew he had captured in Pewter City. She had thought he was just the most cute and cuddly thing ever. Doom hadn't decided if he was going to punish the Pokemon for invoking those emotions out of his mother or reward the ground Pokemon for keeping his mother distracted for him. Doom turned back to his guest with an almost pained look on his face.

"You are the morally self-righteous good guy. Take her off my hands or I'll do something. I don't know what, but it will be very evil."

Reed Richards was too busy laughing to seriously consider that option.

"I think I'll pass Victor. Watching you squirm is great entertainment"

"You are the good guy, you aren't supposed to enjoy your enemy's suffering."

Richards smiled at his rival.

"I think I can live with myself."

Doctor Doom headed to the Pokecenter when he spotted something shiny in the corner of his eye.

It was a bike shop. In the window was a shiny new red bike.

Doom entered the shop with Meowth following right behind him.

A man who was too plain to describe greeted Doom as he entered.

“Hello! Welcome to my Bike shop! Would you be interested in a bike?”

Doom tilted his head. He had no practical use for a bike and would never ride it or-

“Doom desires a bicycle. Give me the one in the store window.”

“I am sorry, that is a special promotional model. It isn’t for sale. We do have plenty of other models for one million dollars.”

Doom does not like that price.

Doom’s eyes narrowed.

“Doom did not ask to buy the bike. Doom asked to be given the bike.”

The man looked at Doom like he was crazy. He probably wasn’t wrong.

“I am not going to give you such a valuable model-ergh!”

Doom’s hand clenched as the store owner in front of him was lifted off of his feet and making choking noises. After a few moments the man stopped moving and dropped to the ground, dead.

Doom glanced down at his hand for a moment. He hadn’t meant to kill the man.

Acceptable outcome

Doom walked over to the Bike and muttered a few words under his breath and focused on the bike. After a moment the bike had shrunk to under half of its original size. Doom picked up the bike and gave it to Meowth.

“For you,” Doom said.

Meowth’s eyes watered.

“For me?”

“That is what ‘for you’ implies, yes.”

Meowth took the proffered Bike.

“Thank you, master.”

Doom nodded. Nothing manipulated followers like pretending to show them kindness.

“Thank me with actions, not meaningless words. Now let’s commence the slaughter of those who would oppose me.”

Doctor Doom entered the Pokecenter and put his Pokeballs on the counter. After a moment the Nurse Joy of Cerulean took his balls in her hand and placed them on the healing tray.

“You have taken better care of your Pokemon master. Your skill is improving,” The mind slave complimented her master.

“If I wanted conversation I would have requested it,” Doom responded.

“Forgive me, master.”

Doom ignored the apology. “Is the Pokemon I requested here?”

“Yes, master. We had to build a special underground chamber to hold it. It was causing too much of a stir. The chamber is beneath your number lab.”

Doom began the long walk to his laboratory with Meowth trailing behind him.

“Hey, why did that Joy call you her master?

“Because I am her master. I have control over all of the Nurse Joys in the world through their mental connection. You work for the owner of every Pokecenter in the world now. I am a great force for good in this world.” His new underling did not seem to get the slight sarcastic undertone in the declaration as Meowth looked at him in awe.

I’m finally working for a good guy!

They walked in silence for a few minutes before reaching the lab and, just beyond that, an entrance to an underground chamber. It took them another minute of descending down stairs before they reached a large cave with a lake in the middle of it.

Before Meowth could ask how this was all possible beneath a city a loud screech interrupted his thoughts as a Pokemon made its presence known. Meowth took one look at it and hid behind his new master.

“W-what is that? I’ve never seen anything like it before!”

Doom smirked. “Not surprising, as the only place you could find one of these before today was history books. Meowth, I would like for you to meet your new friend: Omastar.”

Doctor Doom had barely introduced the water Pokemon before the Omastar shot a blast of water at Meowth, slamming the poor cat into a wall.

“Anxious for battle I see. Very well, I am nothing if not accommodating.” Doom put Omastar into the Pokeball that the Joy had given him and started the long walk up to the surface.

Meowth, on the other hand, was barely pulling himself off the cave’s floor. He had never heard of an Omastar before, but It appeared be an ancient and powerful Pokemon. Meowth walked slowly up the stairs while pondering what kind of great man his master must be to have share in so many different projects. As a trainer, he had easily defeated Team Rocket, and now he had brought an ancient Pokemon back to life. Meowth was convinced more than ever that Doom was just what the world needed.

While Meowth was still lost in his thoughts, Doom had started to go north of the Pokecenter for some casual slaughter only to be stopped by a familiar face.

“Ah, Victor, imagine seeing you here. I see Zapdos has yet to deter your dreams of conquest.”

Doom clenched his fist in anger.

“RICHAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!”

"Yes Victor, Richards is in fact my name. Honestly I would question your intelligence every time you insist on screaming my name if it wasn't for the fact that the last time I did so three million children died."

"It is always the children who suffer, after all," Doom said nonchalantly.

"I am pretty sure you are the one that came up with that saying right after you finished killing them all," Richards responded.

Doom shrugged, not seeing a point in denying the accusation.

"You stand in the path of Doom, Reed Richards. Unlike the last time your trickery will do you no good at this juncture in the road. For old time's sake I shall give you once chance, but only one: Stand aside for your better or suffer." Doom crossed his fingers, both signifying that he did not mean a word he said and in whatever counted for hope in Doom's mental makeup that Richards would refuse the offer and he would get to best him in trial by Pokemon combat.

"Haha, you are as arrogant as ever I see. I suppose Zapdos is going to have to teach you another lesson. Offer rejected."

If Doom was capable of feeling happiness, this would be a moment of great joy for him. As it stood, Doom only smirked and cackled evilly, as opposed to the well known nice cackling, inside his mind.

Doom likes crushing his greatest rival.

"Do you believe that the same trick would work on one such as Doom, Richards? A foolish thought."

Richards smiled at Doom's proclamation.

Doom does not like smiles.

"Of course not," began Richards. :That is why I brought a new friend with me today. Go, Articuno!"

Richards threw a Pokeball and a massive blue bird appeared in front of Doom.

Doom stared up at the large bird and matched its gaze, refusing to back down to the gigantic bird.

Doom will not suffer defeat!

Doom responds to the users
X_Dante_X - I'm too scared to comment

it alerts doom to my existence

Doctor Doom sat in his chair and stared at his computer. Doom was amazed at the level of arrogance that normal human beings had towards him. This "Dante" character believed that if he remained silent that he would go unnoticed. As if Doom was incapable of feeling his life force from across the world? Through dimensions and reality itself? What a fool.

Doom narrowed his eyes as he quoted Dante's post and thought for a moment.

Not worth my time.

Doom closed the browser and went off to kill something.

&amp;topic=58721228&amp;user=889026 Kenshin171 - Hey Dr. Doom, did you get me anything Doomtacular for my birthday today? I assume you knew it was my birthday today (because Doom is knowledge) and planned something especially Doom for me.

Doctor Doom sat in his chair. He usually took Sundays off to be sporting to his foes. If Doom worked hard every day of the week people would lose hope. Doom had worked hard the other days of the week to make sure that he would personally end their hope. It just wasn't as satisfying if they had come to the conclusion on their own without him in their presence. Otherwise when he told them "YOU HAVE NO HOPE!" they would sullenly nod and that was not the reaction he looked for. Doom sighed and checked his fan mail. He didn't understand why, but a lot of people seemed to be rooting for him. That seemed to go against the whole "point" of terrorizing the masses into obeying him but he couldn't expect everyone to be mentally well. Doom clicked his inbox and read the first e-mail he saw. Ah, it was a fan's birthday.

Indeed, he had known that it was Kenshin's birthday. Kenshin had written him before, and Doom had comprehensive profiles on anyone who had ever made contact with him in case anyone was amusing enough to torment. Kenshin171 sadly was not one such person.

"Dear Kenshin171,

I hope you have a pleasant birthday, for when I take over the world you will be one of the first to be purged in my "mental health" sweeps. Secondly, I do not prepare anything for anybody, and if I did you would not know it until it was too late to stop me and you would not wish for it. Go have a cake. Or a party of some sort. Enjoy your time while you can, because when I am done with my Pokemon mastery your world is next.

Sincerely,

Doctor Doom.

P.S. - I have heard from sources that Ice Cream Cake is most delicious."

Doom hit send.

Spinoff series:

Doctor Doom was angry. No, check that, he was enraged. His favorite Pokemon, Starmie, had just been saved in an Internet Save My Pokemon Contest. Doom had been following this for over a year now, at times having slacked off from causing doom in the world to get in a clutch last minute save, and it was important to him. So when the host, ChichiriMuyo, decided that late into the day it would be fun to reset Starmie's save total, Doom knew what he had to do.

I will bring him to ruin.