Six months ago at the Pokémon League Incident.

A loud explosion was heard.

Melody! I gotta get to her!

Faintly over the intercom: “...then there is the sniper dude.”

I was near the place where Melody was sitting, just had to pass through this last corridor.

I heard screaming. I fastened my pace.

However I was too late.

Right between here eyes was a hole, blood coloured her otherwise pale, white skin red, her soul had left her body.

In a rage I looked around and spotted the trainer responsible for this. Without thinking I instinctively shouted:

“TETSU! SYNCHROFUSION! ALTTANIN SASORI AIM FOR THAT FUCKER!”

Using the jets to hover from my body as I fused with my trusty Blastoise, I flew besides them at an increasing speed towards the heartless bastard who killed Melody.

In an instant however, both Sasori the Gliscor and Alttanin the Flygon were shot dead, I was hit but the shell surrounding my body protected me.

Vines surrounded me and we crashed.

Too afraid to call out any other Pokémon, I headed out towards the enemy on foot, after I had got rid of the constricting roots.

Another bullet aimed for my head this time. Both Tetsu and I would have been done for... if it weren’t Genesis the Glaceon. Genesis escaped from her Pokéball on her own will, sacrificing herself for me.

It infuriated me, all my heart wanted to do was avenge those dear to me, but my brains told me that I was prone to failure. I tried escaping but the gas intoxicated me. My pace lowered, my vision went blurry and eventually. I lost my consciousness, my lover, my friends and all hope that day.

(6 months later)

Ugh what is that smell? Is this hell? Most likely. Smells like it at least.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw a Pokébutt.

“SLOWPOKE BUTT GROSS!”

“Heeeeeeey, thaaaaat’s nooot niiiice.”

“AHHH THE SLOWPOKE TALKED!”

“I diiiiiid?” He appears to have used Amnesia. I calmed down, the Slowpoke seemed to be radiating calming aura.

After a while, I got up and looked around and on the walls in the small room I was in were paintings of waifus, in all kinds and sizes. N I C E.

“Ah I see you are a man of culture as well.”

Through the door came a guy around the same age as me with a Minccino on his shoulder. They both had a smug face.

“You finally woke up.” He said walking towards me.

“What happened to me?” I replied whilst I was staring at all the plot.

“Six months ago, whilst having my inspiration walk on the beach, I saw this Slowpoke surfing on your body towards the beach. When he stranded, I took you in my cabin and he followed so I think it belongs to you.” The Slowpoke seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open.

“I remember passing out at the Pokémon League... Were there any other Pokémon with me or any Pokéballs?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. So what are you gonna do now? You can’t stay since I’m running out of food.” The Minccino came up to my face and pointed at me.

“Yeah! And by now you are more dirty than Jhonno is! Disgusting!” It looked angry as it dusted me off a bit.

“What’s this thing’s name, Jhonno?” They both looked shocked and Jhonno said. “You know what Oniccnim said?!” I answered “Ikr?! I never could understand Pokémon myself before but someone I knew could... I forgot who it was though...” My head hurts thinking about it but it’s on the tip of my tongue, who was it?

“Anyway, I need to go now so I can find my friends! I need some help, do you have any Pokéballs by any chance? I could catch this Slowpoke. What’s your name btw?” “Jhonno.” He posed as he said it, a bit goofy tbh. “Not you, the Slowpoke.”

“Uhhhh... IIIIII fooooorgoooot.” I sighed. “I’ll think of something later.”

Jhonno let me have some Pokéballs and I caught the Slowpoke.

“Can we come along? It seems like it would be fun and maybe we will get some new friends along the way?” They already packed and they would most likely be useful on the way so I said

“Sure.”

After that we started our journey to save my friends. A journey that is sure to succeed, right?