Incarnated Whisp
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Chapter 128
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 23:41:12 +0000 UTCAuthor Note:
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The world returned to Primeape in hazy shades of black. Shadows swam in his vision as he grabbed his aching head. In the distance, he could hear a shout, but it was almost muffled to his ears. It sounded familiar as if it was some sort of command?
“Flamethrower!”
He couldn’t understand it. It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t able to use Flamethrower. Why was he being told to use that attack?
That was when Primeape put the pieces together. He wasn’t the one being given a command. Another Pokémon was fighting.
And it wasn’t him.
Sam’s voice repeated the order, that same shout coming almost desperately. It was farther away than before, a distant call to the Pokémon that took Primeape’s place after he was knocked out in a single blow.
Ahead of him, blurry shapes took form as his vision returned to him, and he could see the shattered remains of boulders that had once surrounded the camp. The Snorlax, still half-asleep, somehow looked annoyed. It swiped at images of a weasel-like Pokémon, crashing through them and breaking everything in its path.
Typhlosion could avoid its attacks thanks to Double Team, and her Agility was letting her keep her distance. She was running circles around the Snorlax but shouldn’t have needed to. She shouldn’t have been the one fighting. It should have been Primeape.
But he had already failed.
The worst part of it was that the Snorlax hadn’t even used a real move. It had only bothered to casually swing its arm. However, that base slam into Primeape had hurt. Not only did the swipe carry all of the Snorlax’s weight behind it, but the Pokémon was also inherently strong.
While Primeape might have been able to withstand that swipe, being knocked straight into a rock wall was enough to take him out. And now Typhlosion was being forced to fight on his behalf, but she wasn’t a Pokémon meant for close-ranged fights. She might have been a Ghost Type, but she couldn’t phase through attacks. While Fighting and Normal Type moves carried no effect, she would still feel the force behind those powerful blows.
So she was avoiding the Snorlax's attacks, but she was only successful because so much of her focus was being spent on defense. The few Flamethrowers she released scorched the surface of the Snorlax, but they only burned its body without doing much else thanks to its insulating layers of Thick Fat.
And Sam was there too, standing in the back of the clearing. He crouched next to the boulders and helped Mankey climb over. They were doing the only thing they could do—escape. Primeape could tell Typhlosion would eventually win, but her victory would not come fast enough.
Painfully, Primeape peeled himself out of the crater, but that pain was nothing compared to the burning in his chest. The entire team had relied on him, and all he had done was fail. The sole reason the rampaging Snorlax hadn’t reached the berry tree was that it had yet to notice the tree’s presence. More than that, a handful of Gligar remained, flinging a few, last-ditch moves. Most had already gathered their injured and made their escape. But it wasn’t like the threat had vanished; a good chunk of them hid at the top of the cliffs and watched the ongoing fight.
Clearly, their strategy wasn’t over. They were thinking they could swoop in at the end of the battle, but there wouldn’t be an end. The second the Snorlax woke up enough to notice it, any life in the berry tree would be gone.
Primeape wasn’t sure what to do. He felt angry, but he felt hopeless. He walked forward, almost in a daze. The quiet of the night was gone at this point since all of the remaining battles were now loud and desperate.
Haunter fought. Gastly fought. Trevenant fought, too. Misdreavus helped Sam with Psychic, catching any Mankey that fell and bringing them up the boulders so they could escape the heavy Pokémon’s rampage.
And Primeape just watched. Because what else could he do? He was useless. He watched Typhlosion fend off the Snorlax while also watching the Mankey escape.
But when his gaze lingered on Sam’s group, he saw it: a Pokémon. A familiar Pokémon stood right at Sam’s side even though it shouldn’t have been there. Serving as the final line of defense—taking the one role that should have been his—was the only Pokémon that could do it. Primeape’s brother stood at the ready, prepared to fight a losing battle if pushed.
The wild Pokémon was in his place. The wild Pokémon stood where Primeape should have stood.
Anger growing, Primeape stared forward, trying to refuse but being forced to accept the reality of the situation.
He was doing nothing.
He was being useless.
Even after everything else, he had done nothing but prove himself weak.
No matter how much training he had gone through, he hadn’t been able to withstand the simple physics of Snorlax’s swing. But despite that feeling, despite all the hopelessness he felt, something else grew in Primeape’s chest.
That thought was making him rage.
Immediately, Primeape stopped kidding himself. He wasn't winning this fight—not as he was now. The boost of Bulk Up could help bridge the gap, but even that wouldn’t be enough. As strong as Bulk Up could make him, there was still the problem of mass. Snorlax was just far too heavy for him to withstand its attacks.
But he had a solution. If he wanted to win this fight, he needed power. And if he wanted power, he needed to evolve.
This was not the time for a sudden epiphany or realization. This was the time for a final push to complete all his efforts.
So, even as hurt as he was, he threw himself forward, diving right into the fray where the last few Gligar were still being fought. He roared in challenge, and his fist swung out to smash an unsuspecting Pokémon in the face.
Above his head, a pair of Gligar dived through the air and opened their mouths. Needles came out for a Poison Sting that peppered Primeape, but he blocked it with his arms and ignored the lingering, biting pain.
Jumping, he kicked off the cliff to meet the two Pokémon in the air, his gloved hands grabbing the top of the two Gligar’s heads. He used the movement to slam them into the ground, the impact finishing them off and taking them out of the fight.
But it wasn't enough.
Primeape roared again, furiously shouting for more to attack him while simultaneously challenging every Pokémon here. There were practically no Gligar left, and at this point, the ones that remained were in no condition to face a Pokémon at his level of strength.
But Primeape didn’t give up, and he jerked around, searching for a target. His heart pounded in his chest. His body heaved with every breath.
...Above him, a certain Ghost Type looked down.
Responding to the call, a grin stretched across Haunter’s face as he pointed, more than willing to help out. Though there was a moment’s pause, his commands were followed. Gastly rushed Primeape, just as he demanded.
A punch. A hiss. A Rage Fist smashed right through an incoming Gastly. The attack caused it to fly far back right as something else seared Primeape from behind.
His fist snapped out before he even saw what had done that, and a different Gastly hit the wall. More swarmed him, and the world became a tornado of swirling shadows that consumed every ounce of light.
He fought.
A Lick swiped his side.
Primeape lashed out with a Rage Fist.
A Spite came forth in an attempt to drain him.
Primeape lashed out with a Rage Fist.
A pair of eyes flashed in the darkness, opening up in an attempt to put him to sleep. Unfortunately for the poor Gastly, Primeape had a Vital Spirit. He was far too angry to fall unconscious that easily.
Primeape lashed out with a Rage Fist.
More and more Gastly swarmed him, and Primeape laid into them all. All fainted Pokémon were pulled back as even more Pokémon zipped in to fill the gaps.
Primeape was attacked from all angles by the Pokémon that should have been his allies. Yet, he called for this, he demanded this, and for every Rage Fist he used, he grew more and more enraged.
But it didn’t last forever. There were only so many Gastly capable of using attacks. As he roared, their numbers died down, and even through the gap, Primeape struck at one, final face.
Haunter bounced across the ground, being forced to disappear into a shadow to recover. For Primeape, the world turned into a blur. The only thing that mattered to him right now was finding his next target to fight.
He could feel the energy pulsing through the gloves. He could feel the heat filling his chest. A voice called out to him in the distance, but Primeape did not respond.
Something else spoke, and Primeape turned to lay his eyes on something green that towered over his head.
Lunging forward, he was stopped by latching roots.
He used Rage Fist; he smashed right through. He charged at the Pokémon trying to hit him.
Something swiped at his side, draining his energy, and a second claw of shadowy energy tore into his fur.
He used Rage Fist; he hit the Pokémon in its chest, and the energy pierced into it for super effective damage.
In response to his move, Primeape heard the crunch of a berry and the cracking of the ground. Despite the punch’s power, his target hadn’t been moved. It was ingrained. It was not going to be knocked out of this fight so easily.
Thus, Rage Fist; Primeape struck again.
Then, Rage Fist; Primeape broke through his target’s bark.
And a Rage Fist; no matter how many times he thought he was about to win, it seemed as though his target was able to restore to full health.
In the distance, another shout came. Words? They didn’t matter. All Primeape cared about right now was getting through this infuriating foe.
He punched again, and again, and again, his rage the only thing keeping him conscious. Something thundered in his chest. With a final swing, his target was finally torn from the floor.
...There was that shout again. Why did it sound so concerned?
But Primeape paid it no mind as a different noise rang out. A sound akin to a shattering stone entered his ears.
He knew then that there were more targets.
There were more things that needed to be punched.
He turned toward a new blur, one that was even larger. It had blue-tan fur and a width that seemed to obscure most of his sight.
He marched.
Right now, the only thing Primeape could hear was the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart in his chest. It was pounding at a thousand beats per minute. He felt as though he could hardly breathe, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that right now, he was still alive.
Another noise echoed out. This one was different. It was not an unrecognizable shout or the sound of a stone breaking. Something was hit, flesh on flesh. A pained cry left a Pokémon’s throat and then spoke no more.
That massive thing lumbered away from him.
Primeape’s rage grew out of frustration.
The earth shook as the blur sat down and started to make the noise of chewing on a tree.
Primeape was inexorable; he did not stop in his march forward. The world became nothing but him and his target, and he understood.
It was that Snorlax.
It was eating.
It was eating the berry tree, and it was paying him no mind.
Everything felt so simple at that moment. He had been angry. Angry at himself. Angry at the world. Angry at that thing for having the gall to beat him.
But did that matter? He couldn’t say he was angry about that anymore. He was simply angry at anything and everything.
He was his rage.
The Snorlax didn’t care that he was approaching. The Snorlax only cared about its meal. Primeape was mad, but he was also calm. He was completely and totally focused on his singular goal.
This time, when something shouted, it was a brand new voice. One that cried out a name that was so similar to his own. From the side, a shape ran his way, and Primeape drew back an arm to take it out before he could be stopped.
And there, right before him, Primeape was hit with a shock. The shape wasn’t an opponent. It wasn’t the Snorlax. He was being approached by his own face.
His brother’s face.
But the sight did nothing to stop his rage, and his arm had already been drawn back. He released that tension, the punch flying forward.
But he failed to land his move.
Just like that, before he could fully unleash his Rage Fist, the beating in his chest stopped. All around him, the pounding blur that had been the entire world vanished.
His heart gave out, and Primeape could do nothing but fall.
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Sam pressed his back against the boulders. The Snorlax was ignoring him as well as everyone else. In a way, Typhlosion had won; she had woken it up. But instead of coming to reason and turning around, it had laid its eyes on the berry tree and moved toward that instead.
She had tried to stop it, but she had already exhausted herself trying to fight it off earlier, and a single attack had taken her out. Now, she was in her Pokéball. Same as Haunter. Same as Trevenant. Between his Ghost Types, only Misdreavus was out, and she was carefully pulling away all the fainted Gastly to bring them to the Mankey tribe for treatment.
Yet, the Snorlax was still there, casually ripping off entire branches from the tree as if they were mere skewers that contained snacks. With a single bite, everything on them would vanish, both the berries and leaves and all.
Sam would have been more angry at the situation, but he simply couldn’t muster anything more than despair. He couldn’t care less about the Snorlax right now. The only thing he could pay attention to was Primeape.
Who was on the ground.
Laying silently.
Doing nothing at all.
Sam could not explain it. He could not explain what possessed Primeape to do what he’d done. He’d noticed it too late, and it was only after Primeape began attacking the Gastly that he had seen what was going on. The only good thing about that show of force was that it completely scared off any remaining Gligar. Unfortunately, that was made pointless when Primeape then tore through Sam’s team, taking out the Gastly, then Haunter, and then Trevenant one by one.
And then...
And then he had approached the Snorlax. His eyes had turned white, and veins throbbed on his face. He had been utterly consumed by his anger, so berserk he had turned impossibly calm.
When Typhlosion had been taken out, Primeape didn’t respond. He acted like nothing had happened. He had simply turned and walked toward the Snorlax. That was when everything went wrong.
His brother tried to stop him. Primeape tried to throw one last Rage Fist.
It hadn’t worked. He had just collapsed, instead.
Sam could say nothing. He could do nothing. Primeape’s brother looked horrified. The noise that left the Pokémon’s throat wasn’t anything Sam would ever be able to describe.
In front of the fallen Primeape, his brother collapsed. The Pokémon’s face twisted to one of both grief and rage.
The Mankey tribe hadn’t fled. They stood on the boulders, quietly watching the scene with an intensity that didn’t quite fit them.
Sam would have liked to pretend the sky was cloudy, or that it was raining, but it was perfectly clear right now. The stars were shining, the moon was high, and his Pokémon was silent on the ground.
Compared to how he looked before, Primeape was peaceful. Despite all of the anger that had consumed him less than even single a minute ago, he was almost smiling. As if, despite everything, he had achieved his final goal.
But he hadn’t. And Sam knew this was his fault. He said he would never betray his friends, but what had he done? He had led Primeape to this moment, bringing him here and causing all of this just so he could—
“UGH!”
It hurt when he slammed his fist into a boulder. He was no Pokémon. Shock traveled up his arm. He was weak. Pitiful. A sorry excuse for a trainer.
“I shouldn’t have... Why did I...”
Sam was having trouble breathing. Misdreavus rushed to his side in worry.
The only sound that came from the clearing was the sound of Primeape’s brother and the noise of the Snorlax’s continued eating.
I shouldn’t have left home.
If he had just stayed behind, none of this would have happened.
Misdreavus nudged Sam again, and he almost pushed her away. However, he stopped when he realized she wasn’t trying to comfort him. She was trying to get his attention, instead.
There, where Primeape laid on the ground, something drifted off his back. It almost resembled one of Typhlosion’s wisps, but where her wisps were dark, this was light. It looked like a mote of pure energy that peeled off of Primeape’s fur.
Though he was unmoving, more and more of those motes flecked off his back. For a second, Sam thought Primeape was falling apart, but that wasn’t it.
He was giving off a glow.
A far too familiar glow.
A glow of a Pokémon about to evolve.
Primeape’s brother looked up in utter shock, and in front of him, an arm snapped up to press against the ground. Something broke on Primeape’s wrists—bracelets, like manacles, snapped open one by one, and one outright turned to dust to completely free his right arm.
With steady movement, Primeape pushed to his feet, turning completely white under the evolutionary glow. Standing tall, his fur lengthed and became a mane of flowing hair that drifted off his head and constantly waved with dissipating, ephemeral energy.
When the light broke, Sam could not say his Pokémon looked the same. The tan color of Primeape’s fur had been replaced by a grey that looked as though it came from decay. However, his snout was still bright pink with life, and there were deep bags under his eyes—red eyes. Angry eyes. Eyes that were consumed by rage.
He looked awful. He looked great. He looked angry. He looked impossibly calm.
But more than anything else, he looked alive and ready to continue this fight.
When he took a step forward, his brother took a step back. When he moved toward the Snorlax, it did nothing but send him a nonchalant glance.
By far, the Snorlax was more concerned with eating than anything about the evolution behind it. Typhlosion’s few successful attacks had taken their toll, and it wanted to eat and heal more than anything else. An angry Pokémon might have been approaching it, but it didn’t care. It just wanted to continue its meal.
It didn’t respond when a fist was drawn back, and it didn’t respond when that fist slammed right into its side.
“Wait. No. That did do something,” Sam breathed. “The Snorlax stopped eating.”
Pulling a bare branch out of its mouth, the Snorlax looked behind it once again only for a shockwave to ripple through its fat.
And after that shockwave came another, and then another, and then another. The assault laying into its body picked up speed, and with every fist that bounced off of it, the momentum was used to build a new attack.
Slowly, the Snorlax’s face contorted into an expression that was more and more pained, and it tried to swing an arm for an attack, but its opponent just ducked under the move.
It roared, taking the super effective damage, trying to properly turn around but being too slow to do anything but open itself up to even more of the move.
This was no Rage Fist. No, the attack was a Fighting Type move that forsook all defense.
The move being used against the Snorlax was a Close Combat, instead.
Despite all of its bulk, the Snorlax couldn’t resist the damaging move. The clearing started to be filled with not the noise of a fight, but the noise of all of the Mankey cheering the attacker on.
The Snorlax tried to lift its arms—tried to. It was currently being subjected to a constant, super-effective assault. Growing angrier by the second, it finally managed to position itself for some kind of attack—
But that was pointless. For all the anger it felt, the Snorlax could not match the rage of a fully realized Annihilape.
With one final swing, the evolved Fighting Type drew back its right arm, and that arm changed. Unbound and influenced by the Ghost Type, it grew, and grew, and grew, until the fist was so large that it could almost reach the Snorlax’s size.
The attack snapped out.
Snorlax was hit.
And all several thousand pounds of it were sent flying off, smashing right through the trunk of the berry tree and down into the valley below.
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Trevenant checked over the shattered trunk the next morning. His expression was grim; there was nothing he could do. As a Grass Type, he could use his energy to cause plants to grow and heal, but in this case, the berry tree was gone, stripped clean by the Snorlax, and then finished off when it was smashed through by that Pokémon.
The Gligar were gone as well, but in a way, they had won. Though they did not get the tree for themselves, the Mankey certainly didn’t have access to it, either.
Some of them looked despondent at the loss of their food source, but many of them didn’t seem to care. The wonder of Annihilape’s new form served as a decent distraction in that moment, as most of the tribe was far too busy staring at him in awe.
As awful as he looked, Annihilape was still Primeape as he was before. A vein constantly throbbed on his now-grey head, but all of his practice and all of his effort meant he was in full control of his rage. It had become a part of him as much as Typhlosion’s flames were a part of her. It was a fuel that he could use to direct as he wished.
And right now, his body heaved up and down and he stared at the shattered trunk of the tree. Once more, he was angry at himself, but he wasn’t angry at his weakness. He seemed to be far more angry that he had failed to realize which direction the Snorlax would fly.
“It doesn’t matter, Prime—Annihilape. The Snorlax ate most of it before you showed up. What matters is you evolved. I’m proud of you. You finally reached your goal.”
Despite Sam’s words, Annihilape just grunted, breathing out to blow away a few strands of hair that had fallen onto his face. Grooming was going to be a problem, especially with the way his hair constantly flowed above him and gave off energy that dissipated in the wind.
“And also...” Sam continued, biting his lip. “I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. Never did I think... No, if I had stopped for a moment, I probably would have realized what your evolution entailed. If I had just put two and two together—”
But before he could get any further, Annihilape stopped him with another grunt. Sam’s comments were ticking him off, but more than that, he was communicating that he would have never been satisfied unless he had achieved this, anyway.
“I know, I just...” Sam stopped himself, shaking his head. “No matter what, thank you. No one else could have done what you’ve done.”
And even despite all of Annihilape’s ongoing anger, he still smiled. He would always feel a simmering rage, but it would always be under control. No matter what, he was still himself, just with massively increased strength and flowing grey hair.
“So now there’s just the question of what to do with the rest of you,” Sam said.
Turning from the remains of the tree, he looked around at the rest of the Pokémon here. His team was battered and injured after Primeape’s fight, but they were healing. Trevenant had made sure of that, because as soon as he was conscious he had grown Sitrus berries to feed to everyone to make sure they’d heal.
Most of the Gastly were resting in Sam’s shadow, and the Mankey had gotten off scot-free.
Mostly.
That was the source of Sam’s question—they weren’t injured, but they had lost their tree. At the same time, they had also learned of their species’s “secret” final evolution that Sam was honestly pretty worried they’d try to repeat.
It was almost a good thing that Annihilape’s brother seemed to be in a daze. That Primeape looked completely unsure of how to react to any of this. He seemed incapable of suddenly gaining a desire to try to evolve.
“I’m sorry about your tree. If I’d known the Gligar would lure a Snorlax here, I would have made a better plan,” Sam said to the tribe. “But we’ll help you find a new home. Trevenant, I know you’ve already done a lot, but would you be able to help them find a new tree or grow a new one, instead?”
Trevenant was still staring at the ruined trunk, and Sam winced. This situation probably hit close to home for him, but he was still able to reply to Sam with a serious nod of his head.
“Thank you. And once they’re healed, the Gastly will be able to help, too. I promise you all that we’ll find you somewhere you can be comfortable, and...”
He let his words drift off. Sam couldn’t say he was a fan of this situation. Even with the efforts of a Grass Type, growing a new tree would take a while. And “capturing” an existing tree would mean they’d just be doing the same thing the Gligar had done to them.
As he stared over the group, unsure how to tackle this issue, one of the Gastly drifted up from between Sam’s feet. He looked over to it only to see its expression and begin to sputter.
“No. No way,” Sam said, his voice firm.
But it just continued to look at him with pleading eyes. And then another joined it. And another, and another, and pretty soon practically every Gastly was begging Sam. Even Haunter had joined in, and even—
“You too, Typhlosion?”
Her resulting whine was pathetic.
“I can’t just... I can’t just do that! A bunch of extra Ghost Types are one thing, but Mankey? Where are they supposed to hide?”
Everyone was involved at this point, even responsible Pokémon like Misdreavus and Trevenant. Sam felt like he was under assault, and he was forced to turn around, unable to look at anyone here.
“We’re not. We’re not!” he responded, doing his best to put his foot down. “No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead, there is no way I’m taking an entire tribe of Mankey with—”
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A few days later, after a long day of work tending to the Cyndaquil and Tauros on his ranch, Carl opened the door to his home to see a familiar face and at least two dozen Mankey outside, all looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Carl, please,” Sam begged. “We really need your help.”
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Author Note:
With this chapter, Sam finally has a full Ghost Type team.
A full Ghost Type core team, at least.
Pokémon included in this chapter:
Gligar
Mankey
Snorlax
Comments
Authorii
Also Sam is gonna show up to the conference with an Extremely exotic team for a first year
Authorii
I think jellicent or runerigus would be interesting members of the team! Or maybe Sableye?
Pandorasboxes
I would like mimiku but they where used in the fary type specalist so it would feel like double dipping im still hoping curaola but im feeling its going to be golet
Benjamin Lewis
That was wonderfully done! The evolution felt incredible!!! The Mankey tribe alongside a whole other Primate is a fun problem for him to inherit. Plus he gets to show off the squad to his grandpa's Typhlosion!! Seems like Sam is having fun now. There are so many options for the final type. Especially since he's going to be around regional ships, and the ocean in general. The water/ghost types are fun, and he's going to need to start training up that new member soon. This chapter has me wanting to reread the first region in Type Specialist. Have a great new year, happy writing!
QuakDoktor
I hope it’s a mimikyu, Sam could make it new covers and it could really play into the creepy aspect of Pokemon where, Sam sees it as a cute misunderstood Pokemon but everyone else just sees it as a creepy Pokemon
Runaway_Cactuar
Next up, Gengar! =D
Steven
Now I wonder what Sam's last team member will be, I still think he's got a chance to find one of the more material/item-like ghost types if he looks in a museum when he gets to Olivine City
Raptor
LOL
PlasmaticPi
So I'm guessing some go to Morty since they can evolve into ghost types and he will definitely want one, while the rest go to Dewford's gym since its fighting type and he has connections there through his mom, and maybe the Cianwood gym since its close by and also a fighting type gym. Maybe with knowledge on how to evolve into an Annihilape as a bargaining chip to pay the fighting gyms off for taking them in so suddenly. Edit: Oh and before the transfers happen I'm guessing Team Rocket attacks the ranch.
Drasolvent
So the Monkey Buisness Arc ends with a bang. Thanks for the chapter!
Endern
I can just imagine Carl wanting to relax after an exhausting day of work and instead being introduced to a troop of homeless Mankeys, who want to make themselves be your problem.
TrueKing
I wonder if the last time Primeape used Rage Fist was the 20th time he used it, that would be some serious planning right there
Steven
Thanks for the chapter
Xander
Thank you for the double update! Wouldn’t it be fun if Primeape punched Haunter that led to him evolving to Gengar? Hahahaha
