Pokéstuck (working title)

[Avian]

Yay, fanficy Homestuck Pokémon crossover extravaganza! I will hopefully be updating regularly on this project, but I need help from you, yes YOU, to make this happen (only six-odd people but whatever). When I post enough chapters, or at least this gets any popularity, I will be putting hyperlinks for chapters as needed. Art and music help would be extremely beneficial, and comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated for this. I hope you guys will like this, and have fun while reading. If you haven't read Homestuck or played Pokémon. click here and here respectively. Thank you for taking a look!
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Chapter 1

The sun slowly rose on a beautiful day in the marvelous world of Pokémon. Flocks of Pidgey and Taillow flitted around and chirped as the sleepy town of Lopah slowly wakes from its sleep. Today is an important day for many young trainers, as it is the annual time of the year when newly made trainers, both humans and trolls alike, set out on a journey that will give experiences that will last a lifetime. Trainers in this small town visit the world renown Pokémon Professor Hass "The Flame" Harley, a marvelous scientific researcher who studies in the field of Pokémon battling. He was a famous Pokémon Trainer back in the day, and he even became the champion at one time before being beaten by a mysterious trainer that was said to be so powerful, he resigned to give other trainers a chance at winning. But enough of that, as that was before any cool kid's time and frankly no one gives a darn about the past. Even now, young humans and trolls alike are waking up early to go receive their first Pokémon and set out on their adventures.

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"FUCK. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE GODDAMN TELL ME THAT WE WERE PICKING OUR SHITLICKING STARTERS TODAY. GOD DAMN IT CRABDAD, I TOLD YOU TO ROLL ME OUT OF MY RECUPERACOON EARLY TODAY. NOW I'LL FUCKI-"

A young Troll tries to pick himself out of his recuperacoon, shouting angrily at his lusus, but finding himself slipping and falling back into the viscous sopor slime, shouting in the ooze and getting some in his sharply fanged mouth. This young troll's name is Karkat Vantas, and today is his wriggling day. He will be setting out on a journey that will last him a lifetime's worth of experiences, not to mention friends and enemies along the way.

"SKREE CLACK SKREE." The lusus shouted back, but shouted isn't a very good word to describe the manner of reply. It was more of a mixture of a screech and a bellow, accompanied by a lot of clacking.

Karkat didn't want to have to do a parental strife with his crabdad and waste precious time to get to the lab, so he hurriedly washed off the green ooze covering him and threw on his normal apparel, a black t-shirt with a cancer sign emblazoned on the chest, paired with a rather drab shade of grey pair of pants. He also snatched his trusty pair of SICKLES as a manner of protection, which was quite silly considering everyone settled disputes with Pokémon battles. But, as his lusus has forced Karkat to use them, he has to go around looking like an over-cautious douchebag. Karkat then proceeded to hurry out of the house, jumping out of the open VIEWING PORTCULLIS instead of having to face his ornery crabdad for breakfast.

Karkat ran down the side of the road, cursing at himself and to anyone who happened to be passing by. He ran past his grubhood friend's house, only to notice that he already came and went. He can be so derpy sometimes, you don't even know why you call him your friend. Karkat stopped at the entrance to the lab to find his breath, then steadied himself and entered into the world of Pokémon.
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Bluh, short chapter is short. But what the hey, intro chapters are always short anyway. If you didn't know, three dashes signify the start and end of a chapter, and two shows a passage of time in the story.

I leave you with a question: Should I go full on quirks, or only normal speech with their mannerisms thrown in there for easier reading? Karkat's caps were only a manner of showing his rage in this chapter, but I'd like to know your input on this. I'll post more if this gets more attention. Oh, and before I forget, I WANT TO KEEP DOIN THIS ITS FUN ASDFJKL;

[Ace of Insanity]

i lost it as at Professor Hass "The Flame" Harley.

but anyway AIDAN YOU SHOULD UPDATE THIS I LIKE IT SO FAR c: and i'd go full on with typing quirks, 'cuz it'd be hard to tell characters apart otherwise at first glance. imo, anyway. I'VE SEEN HOMESTUCK FICS/LOGS GO EITHER WAY WITH FANS BUT I LIKE WHEN THEY KEEP THE QUIRK.

but whatevs. it's really up to you on that. just update soon kthanx.

[Avian]

Uhhhhh, let me try using it with partial quirks for a while, then maybe switch v:

Chapter 2

Karkat opened the large laboratory door and entered the research facility, acutely aware of how much sound his scuffling foot shuffles made. He walked toward a door with a big window that read, "PROFESSOR HARLEY, P.D. AND LICENSED MAN". The young troll already knew that P.D. meant that he had a certified Pokémon degree, but did he really have enough MANGRIT to become fully licensed? Wow! Karkat is so jealous no one would even give a flying fuck about it.

After a quick mental debate, mostly involving calling himself various insults, Karkat decides to enter the room. Disregarding any security system at all, the troll walks in to the room with blatant disregard for privacy or property. The room doesn't hold much, having pulsing green lines running down the side of the wall and an old, dangerous looking machine that seems on the verge of exploding. In the middle of a room lies a table, holding three Pokéballs on small pedestals.

Karkat feels a shiver run through his body and discovers that the room is actually very cold. He quietly curses to himself, forgetting his ironic hoodie at his respiteblock. He walks up to the table and looks at the three Pokéballs, one with a little flame insignia and a description, the other two having a leaf and water droplet on them, both also having a little pamphlet next to the balls. Karkat looks at his choices in indecision, and after a while of deciding which to pick, he unceremoniously says fuck it and picks the one on the far right. Picking up the ball had seemed to let it off of a pressure pad, which had been connected to a wire leading out of the base of the table.

Karkat hears a small click behind him and knows that he'd be hoodwinked into some sort of trap. A crackly voice appears overhead, and Karkat looks up to see a speaker next to a video camera.

"Now see here, my good boy. It seems you have found yourself into my lab! Tell me, my good fellow, how does one such as yourself make an excuse as to being so late? Hoo hoo hoo, it does not matter. Are you sure that's the right starter Pokémon for you? Once you get him or her, there is no trading. If your Pokémon is hurt in any way, do not blame me for it, as that is the thrill of the hunt, my dear lad! Hoo hoo hoo!"

"Uhh... Thank you, I guess. Why the fuck are you speaking over intercom anyway? What the hell kind of a senile grandfather professor sends new trainers off to fight wild animals on their fucking own with partially trained fucking animals? I mean, fuck, thanks for the Pokemon, you elderly coot. See you around, I guess."

"Hoo hoo, my dear lad. Did you really think it would be that simple? Nay, my good sir, nay! I will definitely will not be sending you off unprepared on your journey, quite the contrary! As you have duly noticed, I have locked the door behind you. That door will stay locked until you defeat this Pokémon I have sent by your way, or until you have been bludgeoned into unconsciousness!"

"Wait, what?"

"That is all. Hoo hoo! Goodbye."

After the speaker ended with an old crackle, a hatch opened up in the ceiling. A small, orange bird hopped down the hatch, trying to get some lift by flapping its yellow downy wings. Karkat could feel some heat coming off of the chick, but it seemed too young to be able to spit fire. It landed on the table, which lowered down into the floor and left the floor smooth, taking the other Pokéballs with it. The fire type assumed a battle stance, and Karkat knew immediately what he had to do, after watching so many movies about motivation and friendship through Pokémon. Karkat raised his arm up, and tossed the red Pokéball at the ground.

"Go, you little otter fuckass!" Whelp. Karkat had already forgotten his Pokémon's name, and it seemed likely he would never remember.

The water type popped out, landing in a battle stance opposite the fire bird. The otter looked at its opponent, gave a little otter gasp, and immediately hid behind its newly found trainer.

"Gogdamnit! What are you doing? Get in there and fight!" Karkat picked up the starter and placed it in front of him. The Pokémon looked very scared, but stood its ground. The fire type took a step forward, then started dashing toward at the otter at a surprisingly quick speed.

"Gah! Hey, dipshit! Try, uh.. oh yeah, dodging! Move out of the fucking way!"
The otter Pokémon jumped to the side, albeit a bit too late as the fire type glanced a blow on the water type's side.

"Try using Scratch, with your claws! And be quicker next time, damnit!" The little otter ran up behind the chick and slashed at it with its paws. The fire bird got distracted and, as a result, ran straight into the wall. The bird gave a feeble chirp and crumpled to the ground.

"Good job, you little runt! Come over here and let me give you a pap." The otter ran over to the novice trainer and hopped onto his shoulders, and used them as leverage to jump into the angry troll's bushy hair. The heat he put off when he was angry seemed to be a perfect place to sleep or otherwise nap in.

"Damnit, you little.. Get the fuck out of there, so help me gog I will... I will... Damn. Just stay there and don't play with my horns, or you will be up to your adorable fucking neck in an asshat full of trouble. Understand?" Karkat grumbled some more, as he had noticed the water type had already gone to sleep.

"Why'd I get the most pathetic Pokémon on the planet? Just my fucking luck. Now, how do I get out of here?" Karkat walked over the doorknob, reaching out to it, most likely symbolic in some manner. The odd boiler contraption was shaking uncontrollably, but Karkat wasn't paying any attention, he was too busy slowly reaching his hand toward the doorknob. He was almost on the knob when everything exploded.

The boiler had blown a giant hole in its side, revealing a finely moustached man and an old fashioned wind up speaker, having recently upgraded from tin cans and string as a speaking modus. He walked over to the downed fire type, pulled out an old-timey capsule looking dealie that young'uns are sure to not understand, and returned the Pokémon. Kids these days! No understanding of the old days!

"Very good job, my boy! You seem to have a promising future in battling ahead of you! Though if I may make a suggestion, I believe it would be quite necessary to tone down your rage a jot, it seems to shake your focus, not to mention your Pokémon's confidence! That Oshawott you have there, is quite brave and adventurous! But it also lacks self confidence and is a bit on the timid side. Play to your Pokemon's strengths!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. can you just unlock the fucking door so I can get out of this nerdy shithole?"

"Yes sir, I can! Off you go now, and remember to always carry a weapon! And find some friends for god's sake, you look so lonely for a strapping young lad such as yourself."

Karkat absconded as quickly as he could away from the senile professor, bringing a new companion along with him for the ride, heading for the next town, where it hopefully would be the place where he fights his first gym battle.
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What should Karkat name the newly caught Oshawott? Should Karkat train before the gym battle? All important answers that you, the fans, can decide!
offers are limited and restricted to the moons of alternia

Oh, uh, guys, I seem to be going out until thursday v: No updates until then, sorry ^^"