Okay, so This is the Prototype of a fanfic

My Life as a Battle Chatelain, Wait, What?

Roy defeated Chatelaine Morgan!

Morgan-Just the outcome I was expecting, you really are the trainer I thought you'd be, pet.

Roy- Well, I don't like to brag, but

Morgan- Look lad, ya don't need to be all humble now, sing your praises boy.

Roy- Hm, I suppose you're right. Merci for the battle Madame. (turns around)

Morgan- Hold up lad, I wasn't finished yet.

Roy- (faces Morgan) Huh?

Morgan- See, it's rare for a single lad or lass to defeat each and every one of the four Chatelaines, and by rare, I mean it's bloody never been done.

Roy- Really?

Morgan- Ya got potential there kid, ya really do. And I'd be honored if ya join the Battle Maison as a full on Chatelain!

Roy- ......you're kidding me right?

Morgan- Do I look like I'm joshing ya boy? Do ya want in or not lad?

Roy- I'd be completely honored Madame.

Morgan- You won't be needing to call me Madame you scallywag, I'd not be needing to feel old.

Roy- My apologies. Anyway, I'd be honored to join the Maison Morgan.

Morgan- Well isn't that just grand! Welcome to the Maison , boy!

Roy- Like I said, I'm hon......

Morgan- Less talky talk, boy! If you are gonna be one o' us, ya gotta be shown those ropes now. Now, follow me please!

(Battle Maison Hallway)

Morgan- Now, If ya gonna work at the ol' house, ya gonna need to learn a few tricks. One, ya gonna need to be at the Maison 24/7

Roy (eyes widen)- Are you serious?!

Morgan- Nah, I'm just yanking your chain ya silly lad. Ev'ry Chatelain has two days a week where they can have a jolly romp watching battles or in Kalos.

Roy- Oh, I get it now.

Morgan- One last thing, while working under the lime light we'll need you to wear your fanciest garments.

Roy- Huh, what's wrong with my clothes?

Morgan- Oh, nothing their just plum for when your out and about, but our house is known for our noticeable amount of class.

Roy- Oh, I understand.

Morgan- Unfortunately, us sisters don't know the slightest thing bout Fancy things for ya lads. And It'd be rather odd seeing ye trounce around in a dress.

Roy- (shudders)

Morgan- Now the problem persists. Hm. That's it, there's a fine lad who knows a jolly bit bout fashion, and I'm sure you know him.

Roy- Really who is it?

(Lumiose City)

Roy- Here we are (knocks)

I'll get it!

(Sina and Dexio run downstairs and both have their heads out of the door)

Sina- Dexio, please I got this under control!

Dexio- You did the last thing the professor asked us, give me a chance!

Roy- Ahem.

Dexio and Sina- Huh? Oh crud, hello Roy!

Roy- Um, I don't mean to intrude just,

Dexio- Oh, it's no intrusion, what's wrong?

Roy- I was just wondering if the professor was around.

Sina- Oh, of course I'll show you to him!

Dexio- That's okay Sina, I'll escort Roy to Mr. Sycamore

Roy- That's okay, I know the way.

Both- Oh, then by all means, go on ahead!

Roy- Thanks guys. (Walks in the lab)

Sina- Thanks for stealing my line Dexio.

Dexio- Your line? What do you mean your line?

(Outside Sycamore's lab)

(Knock knock)

Sycamore- Come in! Come in!

Roy(walks in)- Bonjour professor!

Sycamore- Ah! Bonjour to you as well Roy! How is your adventure coming!

Roy- It's excellent professor, actually I need to tell you something sir.

Sycamore- Of course, you see a new Pokemon?

Roy- Actually I wanted to talk about something else, it's about fashion.

Sycamore- Color me intrigued, go on.

Roy- See, I need some fancy clothes for my new job, and my boss told me you are the best fashion connoisseur in all of Kalos.

Sycamore- Hold up, job? Boss? What do you mean Roy?

Roy- Well, I kinda got hired to be a Chatelain at the Battle Maison.

Sycamore- WHAT!

Roy- I'm serious, I defeated all four of them and Morgan asked me to join.

Sycamore- You work at the Battle Maison? Like the fanciest club in all of Kalos?

Roy- Um yes, can you help me?

Sycamore- OH YES!!! Roy, you don't need to ask twice! I'd be honored to help the first ever Battle Chatelain! Lets not waste any time, quick, we need to hail a cab!

(Lumiose Department Store)

Roy- Professor, these suits are insanely expensive, you don't need to buy one for me.

Sycamore- Roy, you completed the Pokedex, became the champion, and you're a Battle Chatelain! I can afford to splurge on you this one time.

Roy- Thank you professor.

Sycamore- Excuse me!

Employee- Bonjour Mr. Sycamore, may I help you?

Sycamore- Yes Mademoiselle, I would like your finest suit for this young man right here.

Employee- Of course Monsieur. I'll bring it for you.

Sycamore- Merci!

Roy- Professor, you don't need to buy the most expensive suit in the entire store.

Sycamore- A Battle Chatelain has to look his best, non?

Roy- I suppose you're right.

Employee- Here we are! The best set of clothes in the store! Try them on.

Roy- (takes the clothes) Thank you.

(After changing)

Roy- So professor, how does it look?

Sycamore- Perfect Roy! Just excellent! You're going to be amazing!

Roy- Thank you professor!

(After buying the clothes)

(Lumiose Station)

Roy- Well Professor, I'm off the Kiloude City.

Sycamore- If I get the time, I'll swing by and watch you battle, it's always nice to visit the Maison.

Roy- Thank you for everything professor! See you at the Maison!

(Kiloude City, Battle Maison)

Roy- Hello, Battle Chatelaines?

?- Um.......Roy is it?

Roy- (turns around) Yes, Evelyn is it?

Evelyn- Eep! I mean, y....yes. M.....Morgan told me you we.....were on your way, and she told me to find you....I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous, I've never introduced my....myself to a trainer who was going to be a B....Battle Chatelain... Especially a male trainer...

Roy- Oh,

Evelyn- Anyway, p....please follow me. (They walk toward a large door protected by 2 guards)

Guard- Miss Evelyn, who is the lad behind you?

Evelyn- Um, um um h.....he's been authorized to have a rendezvous with my sister Morgan.

Guard- Okay, you may pass.

Evelyn- T....thank you.
(They walk though)

Roy- Woah! This place looks beautiful!

Evelyn- Ms. Morgan  is this way, um, I'll show you.

(Morgan's quarters/office)

Evelyn- Uh, here she is, (knocks on the door)

Morgan- Oy! Come on in!

Evelyn- Um, uh here he is sis.

Morgan- Ah, the ol' boy sit down. An Evelyn, away with ye, I got important matters to be discussin.

Evelyn- Yes sis. (She walks out)

Morgan- Ah, Roy my boy, I see ye got a decent pair of garments on ya body, a nice choice expectant of that Augustin, however, it be missin a little thing.

Roy- Huh? What do you mean?

Morgan- (puts a black top hat reminiscent of the one they wear on his head) There we go now, now ye be looking like a Chatelain! Ya ready ta go lad! I'll get one of me sisters to show ya the place. Nita!

Nita- Oy!

Morgan- Come in here and show the newbie the ropes!

Nita- Aye! (Nita walks in) Well if it isn't the pet who gave me that trouncin' the other day,  by the way, likin the ol' grand appearance, ya look like ya goin to the ball boy!

Morgan- Nita, the "pet" is the Maison's first Chatelain, an' I want ye ta be showin him the place an where he'll be slumbrin!

Nita- Wait, we got a new Chatelaine, an' he's a guy? Yay! I'm no longer the youngest employee! Expect me ta be playing tons a tricks on ya boy!

Morgan- Nita! I expect ya ta treat the boy with the respect ya'd treat one a us!

Nita- Bleah, come on Morgan! Live a little!

Morgan- Nita, just show him his room.

Nita- Fine, ya don't have ta bite my head off girl. Come with me pet.

(They walk out of her room)

Nita- Bleah, Morgan doesn't ever let me 'ave a wee bit o' fun. I tell ya boy!

Roy- Well, you were threatening me.

Nita- All in good fun boy, but that's water under the bridge lad. Anywho, here's ye room boy, hope ye be feelin comfortable lad!

Roy- Merci Nita.

Nita- I'll be seeing ye!

Roy- (looking around) Hm, I'm really liking the look of this place, I think I can get used to this all.... A television, a decent amount of room, (jumps on the bed) a nice, comfy bed...

(Knock Knock)

Nita: Ay Pet! Get the lead out of ye knickers me boy! I need to have a rematch with ye!

Roy: What?! But I just walked into the room!

Nita: Alright then, I'll be bursting down the door!

Roy: What?! Why the hell would you do that?

Nita: Because I wanna me boy! Aye, the first rule of being a Battle Lass is ye have to always be prepared! I'm letting meself in in 5! 4! 3!

Roy: Alright! I'll open the door! (Opens the door to Nita holding a black dress) What do you want?

Nita: Hehe nothing much! (Gives Roy the dress) Just consider this a little housewarming gift.

Roy: What the hell do I need a dress for?

Nita: Hehehe... You'll find out soon enough Pet... Anyways! Come on! We must do battle!

Roy: Now?

Nita: No, in 500 years! Yes of course now you bloody loon!