Amazing stories, by Regigigas_YT

  The morning after coming home felt all too familiar to Ashley and Damian, almost like nothing had changed at all for the past three years. Damian woke up first and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, while Ashley tumbled sleepily over to the kitchen to begin to prepare breakfast. The strange smell of the artificial chicken eggs quickly spread through the small apartment, almost forcing Damian out of the shower with a grimace on his face, "Fuck, Ash. Those things  really  smelled that bad? I had forgotten", the bunny girl let out a giggle "Yeah. Dunno what they put in these, but it sure as hell ain't as natural as they claim. It's all we can afford before our first paycheck..." she replied.   A bit later, Damian sat at the table, turning the TV on, the news anchor smiled radiantly as always, though the news were the same as they had always been: traffic accidents, gang fights, people dying from infections from not caring after their Mecha Enhancem...

  Orochi Tanaka was, by the metrics most young men were measured in, normal. He was 34 years old, worked for the Kame-Yu Department store a few blocks down from where his apartment was located, had a hobby for creating oil paintings once in a while, and he owned a cat. The part about him that was, by all measures, not normal, was that he could store items within paintings. This ability had one day come naturally to him at age five-and-a-half, when he felt an impulse to reach for an apple within a painting and the item simply blinked out from the canvas and into his hand. Since then, he had used this ability on and off throught the years, never really questioning why or how he had acquired such a bizarre capability. He had used it for plenty things, such as painting a fridge full of delicious food to take supplies from whenever he needed to, finding out that items within paintings regenerated after a few hours.  One time, when he felt lonely, he tried to paint himself a friend,...

The machinery hummed deeply as the elevator ascended through the black and tall Spire, Damian stood in the center of the cramped space, sorrounded by neon blue screens displaying brief segements of information on the trial ahead, "Remember! Everything within the simulator is NOT real and you cannot die! Give the fight your all, but don't be too reckless!", a message displayed in big bold letters crowned all others, disclaimer that was more eerie than anything. Still, Damian had no time to pay such things any attention. The elevator came to a sudden stop, and the doors opened to a clinical white room with a chair in the center. A DataScope headset rested on the seat, the most recent tech in digital simulations. Damian walked calmly towards the machine, set his weapon under the scanner light, and sat down. He put the headset over his eyes and laid down, shifting in place trying to find a comfortable position, but he didn't have much time to adjust himself before the mac...

Things were a lot different in Tokyo these days. Or at least, that's what everyone was thinking, with the rising levels in Yo-Kai activity in the last few months. The Yo-Kai Control Crew had spent countless nights pursuing and killing the malevolent spirits, and their Danger Level had only been escalating exponentially, from a Level 2 in January to a Level 4 in late March. Things were not going well, and thus they started a program that hadn't been seen in action since the Great Invasion almost twelve years prior. The Yo-Kai Control Officer Trials were once again in motion, and every single school in Tokyo was preparing their students to have a chance, as slim as it was, to have the honor of becoming the next generation of heroes. Every kid trained their Gift, their special ability every human obtains at birth from the Sun Goddess Amaterasu. Everyone wanted to be THE next great hero that others could look up to. And no one wanted that title more than Yamaoka Masumi and Kanai Ma...

The streets of Lumiose City buzzed with life as sunlight spilled over the rooftops, lighting up cafés and corner markets. Vendors called out their specials for the day, while groups of Pokémon chatted on their way to work, school, or training grounds. Among them was Noah, a 16-year-old Mienshao. He strolled through the busy streets with calm confidence, his paw brushing against the Clear Amulet hanging around his neck. He was heading toward the Flare Café to meet someone important that morning when a familiar, cheerful voice called out behind him.  “Noah! Mon frère !”  He turned to see his little sister, Colette, bounding toward him. The tiny Kangaskhan grinned as she held up a familiar scarf, her small frame almost hidden among the bustling crowd. “Now, what are you doing here, mon sœur ?” Noah asked, raising a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Clémence back at home?” Colette puffed up her chest proudly. “Well, yes! But Maman said I should bring you a scarf because it...

  As the quiet stillness of the countryside crescendoed into the usual lively sounds of the city, a small white pick-up truck cruised the highway full of the belongings of the Kurusu siblings, the two shiba inus were making their way to the Aokabe city to begin an exciting new life together. At the wheel was Hiro Kurusu, the older of the two, his grip was firm and his expression slightly nervous, occasionally shifting his gaze toward the young girl on the passenger seat to his left: Haru Kurusu, his little sister, who was not a day over eighteen by that point, she was fast asleep with her head against the window, her paws tightly grasping a small plush doll resembling a cat. The long asphalt street eventually led the truck into the heart of the city, the loud and busy streets were unlike anything Hiro had ever seen. Struggling to remember the long list of traffic laws that he had meticulously studied for a week, he drove around like lost puppy looking for his mother, trying (and fa...