(No gym at this town)
I stand in the rubble knocked out and my pokemon are trying to wake me up.
THe Satan members swarm everywhere.
They grab me and drag me away.
People battle everywhere.
The sky is filled with smoke and buildings collapse.
I glance at a T.V. as I'm dragged away and...
The region is being attacked.
And every other town is under their control.
*One year later
(Max pokemon levels twenty no evolving them yet)
The sky stays gray.
It storms everyday in the summer and spring and snows everyday in the winter and fall.
Every place was turned into a depressing old industrial London-like place.
Satan has complete control. Pokemon battling is illegal. Evolving is illegal.
Training is illegal. The elite four is evil. The gym leaders were arrested. Legendaries no longer exists except mew who hasn't been seen for years.
Everyone expects Ho-Oh to return and bring happiness back into the world. But I know that will never happen.
Me and the other trainers from Oak's lab and a dozen other trainers gathered a secret society and with a remaining gym leader in hiding. We fight grunts in alleys and take their pokemon. Which are all weaker than ours and we give them to citizens afterward.
But we can't do any real damage.
No one smiles.
No one laughs.
No one cries very much.
No one feels joy.
In the basement of Oak's apartment building...
"OAK! OAK! Look what I found! A grunt had a piece of your pokedex research. They have the blueprints scattered around the ranks!"
Oak looks up with a short burst of joy but it immediately goes away.
He says, "Just a single blueprint will do no good. Go and train after you wash up and set that paper down.
I do as he ask and shut thee door and when Oak goes upstairs and I'm in a big underground triangle room made up of smaller triangle rooms I sigh.
It has a water room, grass room, and etc.
One for each type.
And a normal battle field in the center.
And the water room is fun to swim in.
We let the few pokemon we catch that survive somehow and the many pokemon we get from grunts out here unless we find them a good and suitable owner.
I crawl up in a ball and watch the others battle in the water room.
It's literally just a lap pool.
I frown and just look down.
Squirtle curls up on my lap and I sit criss cross. Squirtle lawns and positions himself like a growlithe does.
Zubat rest nest to him on my lap too.
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