If you're reading this, then congratulations:You're outside the game, but still inside the story.Welcome to The Tower.We apologize in advance for the existential whiplash.
It All Started With a Glitch in the Sky
The moment Typelessmon was sealed into forgotten folklore, something… changed. Not visually at first, but conceptually.
I blinked and felt the UI slow down. Reality lagged by exactly one narrative beat.
Amber's PokéNav beeped once, then displayed only one word:
"UP."
We all looked up.
High above the clouds, above the flying Pokémon, even above the developer camera drones… a jagged black silhouette appeared, stretching forever upward.
THE TOWER BEYOND THE SAVE FILESLocation: Outside CanonFloor Count: ∞Entry Cost: Narrative RelevancePurpose: Unknown
Karen narrowed her eyes. "That place was supposed to be deleted during the Alpha build."
"Then why is it here?" I asked.
Amber scrolled through code on her wrist console. "Someone re-compiled it."
"…Who?"
That's when a new message appeared.
Player_Zero has logged in.
The Tower's Base: Login Required
We arrived at the foot of the Tower via cutscene skip.
The doors were made of raw code, pulsing in binary. Above them, a message scrolled endlessly:
"ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN SAVED MAY ENTER."
Chadlax, who had been snacking on backup file sandwiches, hiccupped. "Burp. So… do we knock?"
Amber placed her palm against the door.
It scanned her. Rejected.
Karen tried. Denied.
I stepped forward, heart pounding.
The door flickered—then opened.
ACCESS GRANTED: SAVE FILE GOD
Karen turned to me. "You… saved more than the game, didn't you?"
"I may or may not have overwritten a few timelines," I muttered.
Midnight Daddy stared at the open door.
Then, for the first time ever, he spoke.
"…Dangerous."
We all froze.
Chadlax dropped his sandwich.
Amber screamed and started recording.
"YOU CAN TALK?!" I blurted.
Midnight Daddy shrugged. "Didn't have to until now."
Climbing the Impossible
The Tower didn't have stairs.
It had floors—each one a different fragment of discarded Pokémon ideas.
Floor 1: Scrapped Beta Pokémon grazing in eternal meadowsFloor 2: Pokémon Conquest sequel that never existedFloor 3: A crossover with Digimon (heavily redacted)Floor 4: The Original Trainer's Bedroom, still untouched
And with each level, the rules of the world bent further.
We fought battle systems that hadn't been invented yet.
We bartered with shopkeepers made of patch notes.
Amber had to hack a vending machine that dispensed plot points.
Karen got into a debate with a floating Professor Oak head over which Eeveelution was "most canonically marketable."
Chadlax accidentally absorbed an Exp. Share meant for a whole region and leveled up 90 times in a row.
It was glorious nonsense.
Floor ??? – The Origin Server
Eventually, we stopped seeing floor numbers.
Reality just sort of… flattened. Everything turned grayscale except for our team.
A single throne stood in the middle of a void, surrounded by screens.
On the throne sat a figure in a hoodie covered in retro sprites.
Their face was obscured.Their presence? Oppressively neutral.
"Welcome," they said. "I'm the First Player."
I gulped. "You mean…?"
They nodded. "Yeah. I'm the reason your game exists. I started the very first file."
Amber gasped. Karen hovered, glitching slightly. Midnight Daddy watched, tail twitching.
The First Player stood. "But now, someone else is trying to overwrite the legacy I built."
"Player_Zero," I said.
They nodded. "A Save File with no trainer. Just code. Pure, hungry code."
The Choice
The First Player raised a hand.
"From here on, it's not about catching 'em all. It's about choosing who gets to write the story."
They offered me a disk.
Item Acquired: Origin Rewrite PatchAllows one retroactive change to the Pokémon World.
"One use," the First Player said. "You'll need it when Player_Zero makes his move."
I stared at it. It pulsed gently. Weightless but heavy.
Amber whispered, "This could undo entire regions."
Karen added, "Or bring back anything lost."
Midnight Daddy said nothing—but stepped closer.
His eyes glowed. And in that moment, I saw something.
A memory.
Of him… before he was shiny.
Before he was even an Umbreon.
Before he was mine.
Typeless… Origin?
A new rift opened behind the throne.
The First Player turned.
"Oh no."
From the rift, a shadow slipped through—a shapeless, nameless code anomaly.
Not Typelessmon.
Typeless Origin.
PLAYER_ZERO is installing…
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