Red understood. He didn’t need to fight. He walked to the terminal behind the throne, pulled out the randomizer seed card Cera had given him, and inserted a blank one.
Blue sent out his first Pokémon. It was tiny. It was pink. It was a .
Blue stared at his Pikachu. “I… hate you.”
Years later, he’d sit on the dock in Pallet Town and smile, remembering the week when a Scyther used Thunder Punch on a Suicune, and a Horsea out-cried a god. Pokemon Rojo Fuego Randomizado
Blue burst in, scratched and bruised, riding his Mewtwo. “DON’T DO IT! This chaos is the only reason I’m strong!”
Blue was left with his second Pokémon: a that knew Dragon Rage. Somehow.
Red fought with desperate creativity. His Kingdra used Will-O-Wisp on the Regigigas. His Metang tanked the Entei’s Fire Blasts thanks to its Dark/Steel typing. And his Shiny Rattata—the unlikeliest hero—swept half of Agatha’s team with a single move: . Red understood
The world flickered. The MissingNo. smiled, then shattered into pixels. Light returned to normal. When Red opened his eyes, his Scyther was… a Charmander. His Kingdra was a Squirtle. His Metang was a Bulbasaur. And Blue’s Mewtwo was a disgruntled Pikachu.
Blue’s grin was terrifying. “See you on Route 1, loser.”
A flash of light, then a guttural, screeching Blue sent out his first Pokémon
Red barely won by spamming Take Down with Beldum until both Beldum and Magikarp fainted. Blue threw his cap on the ground. “This isn’t over! The randomization chose ME to be the hero!”
Blue burst through the wall on the back of a . “I heard that! I’ll beat the League first and take credit for saving the region!”
“The rules are different now, kid,” Brock said. “My ‘Rock-types’ are gone. But this Suicune showed up yesterday and won’t leave. Beat it, you get the Boulder Badge.”
Oak clutched his chest. “Great balls of Arceus… the randomization is real.”