POKÉMON 2.B.A. MURDERER ~ A Poké-Murdergame

[KungFuCutbug]

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LOCATION: ???, Unova region

“‘Ey you!”

[That's the first thing you hear when you wake up: a shrill, fast, strongly-accented voice.] “Glad t’ see you're all awake ‘n’ alive ‘n’ all that jazz.”

[Looking around, you find yourself with several others in a dense, thick forest you don't recognize. You can't remember how you got here; as a matter of fact, you can't seem to remember much of anything, aside from your name and your four moves. As you struggle to get ahold of your bearings, you notice that the source of the voice is a diminutive Hoopa Confined, glimmering in the sparse light filtering through the treetops.]

Ringtoss

“Name's Ringtoss! Or if you wanna make it fancy, you can call me somethin’ like... uh... ‘Hyperspace Commander Ringtoss’?” [The Hoopa laughs and clasps its hands together.] “Nah, jus’ Ringtoss works fine. Welcome to a li'l somethin’ I threw together t’ get rid'a my ever-approachin’ boredom. You're all here for a reason—I trust ya know it already since you signed up for this, but in case ya forgot, I'll tell ya real quick.”

“I got a li'l game for ya t’ play. Ever heard'a games like Traitor in the House on the Hill ‘n’ One Night Ultimate Werewolf? My game's kinda like that. You're gonna be here for a few days ‘n’ nights, and I've put hyperspace portals ‘round the barrier so ya can't escape. I've assigned each'a you a role, ‘n’ some'a them can do different things durin’ the day o’ the night. But, o’ course, every good scumhuntin’ game needs some scum. So a few'a you are killers. Ya know each other, work together, ‘n’ get to kill a Pokémon that's not on ya side every night.”

“Good guys: Your goal's to figure out who's killin’ you ‘n’ get rid'a them all. Bad guys: Your goal's to lay low ‘n’ shift the numbers advantage ‘round into ya favor. Simple, right? Been done countless times before, s'tried ‘n’ true!”

“OH! And, and, AAAND ya got an audience!” [Ringtoss happily waves at something that it appears only it can see.] “A couple'a Trainers are recordin’ this. Shout-out to Red Ridin’ Hood in particular for bein’ on board wit’ my li'l social experiment and broadcastin’ it to TEN MILLION'a ya lovely folks! Sure ya fans will love it.”

“One last thing. Above all else, this is just a game. Sure, a couple'a lives may be lost ‘long the way, but people eat that crap up on TV. And besides...” [A wicked smirk spreads across the Hoopa's face as its voice deepens.]

“There's nothing inherently wrong with a game of mafia.”