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The semi-truck barrels down the countryside road, swerving between other cars with no intention of stopping, its trailer full of large metal crates is barely able to hold on. It's escort vehicles have already been taken out. Four armored vans chase close behind. Various Pokémon lean out the windows, accompanied by their Team Rocket members shouting orders to use moves like bubble beam and fire blast. The moves connect and shatter the rear tires, knocking off one of the crates and almost making the truck swerve off the road. The young woman at the wheel, Julia, barely manages to get the truck back on course after the driver had been taken out, with a little help from her Alakazam partner in the passenger seat using psychic. Normally someone like them would never be in the main vehicle, but they didn't trust anyone to handle the package without them; especially with how valuable it is. “Brainy, throw a psycho cut!” She shouts.
The Alakazam leans out the window and uses the move. Unfortunately, they have a few Pokémon using protect so it was useless.
She had given him that nickname when she was just a child, and when he was just an Abra. Their bond had grown over the past 20 years, sharing a passion for Pokémon science, just like her father. He says to her telepathically- “No good.”
"Shoot, how did they even find out about it!?”
“I'm not sure.”
“If only the power source was less volatile, then we could've just teleported.”
Brainy, in desperation, uses future sight to hopefully learn the fate of the device. It's not much; but he sees multiple different Pokémon, each with a very unique emblem on their bodies, training against others and even fighting off Team Rocket. This is surprising, as that shouldn't be possible since it shouldn't recognize anyone else's DNA, unless…“Did you properly set the biolock?”
“I don't know…it's possible I didn't.” That's all he needed to know. He's a bit winded from using future sight, but he should have enough strength for one last move. Seeing that nobody is around them except for those Team Rocket thugs behind them, Brainy grabs Julias’ arm. “Brainy, w-what are you doing?!”
“Getting us out of here.”
"But what about the-”
“It is in safe hands.” Without another word, and with a snap of his fingers, the pair teleport out of there, causing the truck to slam into a tree and send the crates flying everywhere. The vans screech to a halt, leaving Jet-black marks on the road. One of the thugs exits and carefully approaches the mangled remains of the truck, making sure it isn't about to explode. With the scene confirmed to be safe, the others quickly join him and start hastily ripping the crates open, looking for what they came for. Somehow, though, it isn't there. They could swear they searched everything, but found nothing. They start panicking, Giovanni is going to be furious when he finds out. Sure, they expected dummy crates to make finding it difficult; but there's no way they were all fake, right? Could this whole thing have just been a wild goose chase and the real thing is somewhere else? Too bad for them, that nobody remembered the crate knocked off by a fire blast.
Jake Thomson is an ordinary 13-year-old boy. He didn't go on a journey after getting his Pokémon license, instead deciding to stay home with his grandfather, Terry, and twin sister, Rachel. Flopping onto the couch, his leather vest and jeans sink deep into the cushion. A deep exhale is interrupted by Terry's growlith jumping up on him in pure joy. He just got home after running around, battling, and hanging out with his friends in town. “Hey buddy, good to see you too.”
Growlith slobbers all over his face before being playfully pushed off. His squirtle quickly joins them, getting some head rubs from Jake. “Hey dude.” his sister says.
“Hey. Where's grandpa?” Jake asks.
“In the kitchen. He's trying out a new recipe he found.” Rachel answers.
As if on cue, a small explosion comes from the kitchen, followed by an elderly shout. “So, eating out again tonight?”
“Probably. Wanna go out back? Flareon's itching for a battle.”
“Not right now, I'm wiped.”
“Awww, you scared?” she retorts.
Jake shoots up, eyes burning with determination. “Ha, think I'm scared? Why would I be scared of your flareon? Heck, I bet I could beat it with my meowscarada!”
“Bet, loser has to pay for takeout tonight!”
“You're on!” So out they go. Despite them not having many Pokémon, their battles are always exciting and intense. Terry wanted to live somewhere relatively quiet after retiring; so while not that far from town, the house is still pretty isolated. The lack of neighbors combined with the massive plot of land means they can go all out. Rachel's flareon lights up the night sky with moves like heat wave and fire spin, while Jake's meowscarada throws out trailblaze and leech seed. Because of the type matchup, giving meoscarada speed buffs and siphon is probably the best way to win. Growlith sits to the side and cheers them on. Just before flareon can land a surprise flare blitz, a loud CRASH echoes through the air. At first Rachel thinks Jakes’ meowscarada is pulling out some sort of nightmare maneuver to get an edge, but then they see a tall tree falling in the distance. The twins were going to ignore it until growlith instinctively dashes out in the direction of it. With no time to grab growliths’ poké-ball Jake runs after him, hoping to catch up before he runs too far.
Unfortunately for Jake, growlith is pretty fast compared to him and manages to make it all the way to the origin point of the noise. Jake finally catches up, panting and scolding growlith. To his surprise though, growlith just ignores him, producing a low and long growl at…something. Normally growlith would whine and look apologetic when he does something wrong, so what could possibly have him this scared? Jake turns his head and follows growlith's gaze, finding a large metal crate: dented and broken from the impact it made, clearly being the cause of that noise and fallen tree. A corner covered in intense scorch marks, likely from a fire-type move. The shattered electric lock sparks and fritzes, briefly illuminating the contents. From what he can make out in the short bursts of light, It looks like some sort of gauntlet. Its shiny black metal glistens in the flashes, no fingers on the hand; but the most notable thing about it is some sort of logo on the back of the hand. It's pretty simple, mostly black like the rest of the object; but the ring encircling it has a thin red line following the inner edge, along with two more spaced red lines starting straight from the edge, then sharply curving toward the center, then back out before going straight to the other side, forming a strange sideways hourglass shape. Along with what looks like a small red dot on the index knuckle. It lies on the side of the crate, having been knocked off some sort of secure pedestal from the impact.
Growlith continues to “grrrrrr” at it. Jake is slightly worried about it as well; but there's an even stronger feeling nagging at him: curiosity. He slowly approaches the crate, feeling almost…drawn to it, wondering why and how something like this got here; and more importantly, why it was so secure. As Jake gets closer the dial suddenly glows, producing a faint alien hum. Though he briefly pulls his hand back, he keeps reaching forward. Once his right hand is inches away from the object, CLICK, the gauntlet splits and immediately leaps up onto Jake's arm, somehow being the perfect size for him. Screaming out and tumbling back onto the ground, he fruitlessly tries to claw at it and get it off; but it won't budge. growlith yelps and starts running back to the house to get help.
He finds a branch next to him and tries to pry it between his arm and the gauntlet, no luck. It's like this thing is completely fused to his arm. Maybe he can get a Pokémon to use cut on it; but he really doesn't want to risk losing his hand. Maybe this logo is the release mechanism? It's pretty pronounced. So Jake grabs at the logo, violently twisting it. It actually does turn, but it doesn't actually do anything. In the chaos, he does something and the logo pops up with a ding. Turns out that logo is actually some sort of core, with a circuit board pattern covering the newly exposed surface. It whirs and the hourglass lines on the faceplate shift toward and past each other until the straight parts of the lines meet; and the curved parts, now facing away from each other form a sort of window, the space illuminating the same red and displaying an ape-like silhouette. Jake can swear he's seen it before, but there's no time to think about that. Worried about potentially breaking this thing, he presses the core back into place. Instead of just going back in, it lets out a loud BEEP and a HISS, at the same time producing a blinding red flash.
It happens in an instant, but it feels like an eternity to Jake. His body twists and shifts, feeling his limbs change size and even produce new joints. His face stretches slightly, his mouth shrinks, his eyes widen, and he can feel something growing on his lower back. Yet, somehow, it doesn't hurt, at all. If anything, he feels a bit energized; and a bit…hot?
The strange process ends and Jake looks around, panting heavily. The breaths sound different, he almost thought that it was another Pokémon until he realized they were coming from him. This has to be some sort of crazy dream, he's sure of it, all he needs to do is wake up. But when he goes to a nearby puddle to splash his face with, he sees flaming hair. It takes a few seconds, but Jake quickly deduces that he's staring at his own reflection. He panics, barely able to believe what's going on, at first not even noticing his voice is more gritty and…animalistic. “AAAAAAAAAHH! I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE!” Plunging his head into the puddle, instead of feeling relief, he feels a searing pain and reels back, shaking the water off until his hair reignites. “Wait…I'm on fire and…I'm ok!” Going back to the puddle to check his reflection, Jake doesn't see his own face: instead he sees the face of an infernape. That's why the silhouette looked so familiar! He checks his hand to find that this crazy device is gone. One matter at a time, the fact that he's suddenly an infernape is probably more important; so he puts this body to the test. Punching, kicking, jumping, it all feels disturbingly natural to him. That just leaves one question: can he use moves?
This question gets answered when he takes a deep breath, arching his back, and blows as hard as he can. A flamethrower launches from his mouth and into the sky. Jake laughs in amazement, this feeling is incredible, he spits out a few more flamethrowers around at random targets. Unfortunately, all those targets are made of wood. A fire starts to spread, very fast. “Uh oh…” He tries to put it out, stamping on parts and blowing on it; but that just makes it worse since, you know, fire-type, “Well that's not good.”
Rachel lies on the couch, playing on her phone and snuggling with flareon. The strong smell of burning hair suddenly hits her nostrils, fortunately she knows exactly what it's coming from. A defeated Terry stands behind her: his narrow slit eyes tilt down in disappointment, his bright blue flowery shirt clings to life around his large gut, and his patchy gray hair stands straight on end. His normally tan face is blackened, covered in soot and smoke, with a few embers on his big handlebar mustache. “I was wondering when you'd finally give up. Wanna order Poké-dash?” she asks.
All Terry can say is, “...y-yess…” Terry quickly pats his hair down and wipes off his face, head hanging in shame. Their attention is suddenly taken by loud, panicked barking. Growlith rushes in, jumping up and down and trying to get them to follow him. “What is it boy?”
Growlith points, they look out the window, expecting to see the pitch black of night; but instead they see bright orange in the distance. “Is that…fire?” says Rachel.
“Probably a couple of fire-types brawling it out.”
“Wait…JAKE!”
The fire rages, Jake continues to freak out about the situation, “Oh man, I'm gonna be in so much trouble.” What to do, what to do, what to do?! To his relief, a familiar voice calls out his name, Rachel. She came looking for him, bringing along his squirtle to help fight off the flames.
Rachel coughs and hacks in between name calls, desperately searching for her brother. Instead she bumps into an infernape, with some weird black and red emblem on its chest. “So this is your doing!”
“OK, I know this sound crazy, but-pftlrhgt!” Jake's pleas get interrupted by squirtle using water gun on him. “Ow! That stings!”
“A talking infernape?! Oooooh, definitely gotta bag this!”
“No wait listen!” To Jake's horror, Rachel readies a poké-ball. Before he has time to dodge, it connects hard with his forehead! “Oh come on! Why all the headshots?!”
“Awwww, it already has an owner.” Well, it seems whatever he found has some sort of protocol to prevent him from being captured. That's at least good to know. In a fit of petty revenge, he subtly uses ember on her shoe. She screams, holding her foot up for squirtle to extinguish and glaring and the now doubled over from laughing infernape. “Alright, that does it!”
“Bring it on! I'll take you down like I was about to take down your flareon!” That last line makes her stop, eyes wide. Not only does this infernape somehow talk, it also knows about her battle with Jake earlier. How could this Pokémon possibly know about that? Unless…
Squirtle is about to use water gun again, but Rachel holds her arm out and stops him. “J-JAKE?!”
"Finally you shut up and listen.”
“B-but-but…HOW?!”
“I have no idea. I just found this weird gauntlet thing and-”
Terry runs up and interrupts, “Rachel! There you are! An infernape?”
“Grandpa, you're not gonna believe this.”
“What do you me-”
“It's me grandpa! Jake!” Jake shouts.
Terry just stands there slack jawed, and his eyes fully open in shock, unable to find the proper words. “H-...how?”
“Well, I found this weird gauntlet thing and-”
“Um, hello? Remember?" Rachel gets them back on track, "Major forest fire, and only one water-type! What are we gonna do?!”
Terry snaps out of it and comes back to reality, taking in the situation and coming up with a plan., “Jake, you're (somehow) an infernape. Can you use dig?” Jake stares at his foreign fists, unsure of what to do. He plants them on the ground, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, really feeling his new body.
In an instant, he starts clawing at the ground, moving through the earth like it were air, popping back up behind Terry and startling him. “Definitely.”
“Ok. Jake, you dig a border around the fire. We'll take Squirtle and put out anything that gets over it. If we can keep the fire from spreading, it should burn itself out eventually. Can you handle that?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” says Rachel.
“Let's do this!” Jake cheers.
They put their plan into action, Jake carving out the ground with Rachel and Terry following behind. Eventually they complete their lap around the fire, double checking to make sure nothing got over Jake's border, even having squirtle soak the safe trees just in case. With their task complete, they make their way back home, looking back to see the fire already starting to lessen. Now that that's out of the way, they can focus on the really important matter. “So…you're a Pokémon now.” Rachel asks.
“Apparently.”
Terry questions, “How is that even possible?”
“I don't know. I just found this weird gauntlet thing when I chased growlith.”
“Is it permanent?” says Rachel.
“Oh arceus I hope not. As fun as this is, I don't want to be an infernape forever. I can only imagine how my friends would react.” Deet, Deet, Deet, Deet, goes the emblem on his chest, getting everyone's attention. It blinks red with each noise; with a final long, low beep. A quick, bright white flash blinds them all. When their eyes adjust, there is no longer an infernape in front of them. “I-I'M ME AGAIN!”
“Well I guess that answers my question.”
“Ugh, I still can't get it off though.” grunts Jake. Rachel and Terry finally get to look at the strange device he was talking about. Terry grabs his hand before he can fiddle with the device again. “Hey!”
“OK, no more of…that until we can figure out exactly what we're dealing with.”
“Fine.” They get inside, Rachel and Terry settle back down on the couch, finally relaxing after…that. Rachel almost falls asleep, until she realizes that Jake is nowhere to be seen.
Jake leans against the wall on the back porch, having slipped away while nobody was looking to examine this device. It feels strange, despite most of the metal being super rigid he can still move his wrist and fingers freely, it's like this thing has become a part of him. The dial twists and turns in his hand, beeping each time. “I wonder what this does.”
“Hey!” He nearly jumps out of his skin as Rachel comes out of nowhere and interrupts him.
“What do you want?”
“Grandpa said not to mess with that.”
“So, what's your point?” he retorts.
“That thing is dangerous.”
“Come on, don't tell me you're not at least a little curious what else it can do.”
“OK, I won't.”
He scoffs, turning his gaze back to the device. His sight briefly catches some writing on the back end of it: “Poké-trix MK: 1.0”. So that's what it's called. “Look, if I can figure this thing out, I could help people. Just think of all the times the cops didn't have the right Pokémon.”
Rachel sighs and shakes her head. Though she has to admit, she's a little curious as well. “So, what was it like? Being a Pokémon and all.”
“It was weird. It's like I was me; but at the same time…not me. I can't really describe it.” Pop, ding, the core extends again. In his fiddling, he has accidentally discovered that the red dot on the knuckle is the activation button. He excitedly twists the ring, scrolling through the different settings. “Hey, I figured out how I did it. Should I try it again?”
“I wouldn't…”
“Well, last time I checked, you're not me.” Before she can stop him, Jake raises his hand and slams the core down. Another blinding red flash, and Rachel looks down. Instead of seeing an infernape, she sees some sort of dog-like Pokémon. Spiked fur and terrifying eyes, almost like a goth or emo. She almost didn't believe it; but after seeing what happened before, and that emblem on the Pokémon's waist, she knew for sure it's Jake. The Pokémon examines himself, giving a devilish smile to Rachel. “Well, let's see what I can do like this.”
“Jake, wait!” With that, he trailblazes off to try out this new form, Rachel unable to catch him. “Jake! I'm gonna tell grandpa you turned into some weird dog Pokémon and ran off into the forest when he told you not to.” She reels back a bit, stunned. Did…did she really just say that unironically? This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
Jake runs and swings through the trees, very much enjoying his new strength. He tries out multiple new moves like brick-break, rock throw, thunder punch, and crunch, even learning to buff himself with howl. Clearly this one's a physical fighter. He also feels able to use a couple of fire-type movers, but chooses not to use them for obvious reasons. As he swings through the trees, something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye: multiple Team Rocket members surrounding a smashed truck. What could Team Rocket be doing here, did they cause that crash? And why do they look so paranoid? He perches on a branch, listening in with his enhanced hearing. They're talking about some sort of “package”, and it sounds like it's really important. Some kind of hyper-advanced technology they're after; and by the looks of it, they lost it. Good, the less powerful Team Rocket gets the better, they've already been causing a lot of trouble around town. An evil smile creeps across his face, maybe he can make their day just a little bit worse.
They start to pack up, realizing that there's nothing here. Wham! A large rock pierces the wheel on one of the vans. The grunts jump back and look up at where it came from to see Jake cackling at them. “Midnight lycanroc! Don't get close, this Pokémon is a tough brawler.”
“Oh, is that what I am?”
Their eyes widen in shock, not quite believing what they just heard. “Did…did that thing just talk?!”
Jake jumps down and stands there, menacingly. One of the grunts tells their clawitzer to use hone claws on him; Jake takes the hit and beats the clawitzer back with thunder punch. A typhlosion comes up next but steps on the stealth rock Jake set up before he jumped down. He quickly gets off a howl before using hyper voice. Some of the grunts turn and run but their path is suddenly cut off by rock tomb. “What the-...did it just use 5 moves?!”
“We might not have found what we came for but this is a good consolation prize, bag it!” They’ve never seen a Pokémon this powerful. A grunt throws a poké-ball at Jake, but he just bats it away. They continue to attack him, and get beat back by all of his attacks. In all the chaos, a grunt manages to sneak behind him and release her ariados and make it use string shot. Jake is so wrapped up in the battle he doesn't see the string shot until it's already wrapped around him and pinning him to the ground. The Team Rocket grunts glare and laugh at him, complementing the grunt that took him down. He hates the mockery, even more than normal for some reason: must be a side-effect of the transformation. His arms strain against the silk, putting worried looks on all the grunts' faces. In a fit of pure rage, he bursts out of his confinement and uses the move “lash out". He swings blindly, cutting through everything in front of him, sending them all running in the last barely functioning van. They barely even bother to collect their Pokémon as they flee. It's only after Team Rocket is gone that he calms down, panting and collecting his thoughts, mentally noting to keep his temper in check while in this form. He snaps out of his exhaustion when he hears a familiar beeping noise and sees a bright white flash, finally returning to his normal self. Happily glancing down at the pattern on the dial, the colors inverted, he confidently struts back to the house.
This confidence instantly fades as Jake gets to the house and sees Terry and Rachel standing on the porch, arms crossed and angrily glaring at him. He stops in his tracks as Terry walks up, towering over the boy, “I told you not to go fooling around with that thing! You could've gotten hurt!”
“Not as hurt as those Team Rocket thugs.”
“Those WHAT!?”
“But look," Jake explains, "I figured it out: you press this button, twist the ring ‘til you find the one you want, slam it down, and bam. You become one of, what looks like, 10 different Pokémon!”
“But what about staying a Pokémon and not changing back?” says Rachel.
“Uuuuuuuuhh…”
Terry sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, with this kind of power, I think you should learn.”
Jake's eyes light up. “You mean-?!”
“Practicing with this device-”
“Poké-trix.” Jake corrects him.
“Poké-trix, will probably make it easier to control and keep anyone from getting hurt.”
“Awesome! As soon as I refresh I can-”
“No! Not now! Let's go to bed and get some sleep. We've all had a…crazy night. So no more Poké-trix until tomorrow.”
"Awwwwwww, come on!"
"I mean it Jake!"
"Ugh, fine..." Jake hangs his head in disappointment, shambling into the house with Terrry and Rachel.
Jake sits in a café with his friends, drinking tea and chatting. They all laugh, quip, discuss the latest trends, and exchange battle stories and tips; all except for Jake. Normally he would be just as enthusiastic as them, this is usually how he spent his time; but ever since last night, it's all so…mundane. He occasionally takes.a few glances down at the device on his arm, silently begging for the day to end. The only reason he even showed up today is because he promised them he would, and if he didn't and/or suddenly called out they would get worried and start asking questions. Though some of them still did ask a couple questions when they noticed the Poké-trix on his arm, which he quickly brushed off saying it's a gift his dad sent to him from the Kalos region. Luckily that seemed to appease the skeptics of the friend group and they continued on like normal.
His internal complaining is interrupted by a sudden, deafening explosion. The people look out to witness Team Rocket raiding the Pokémon center across the street, some members staying back to fight off anyone that gets near, one of them looking right into the café. Everyone runs out in a panic, the manager loudly declares that everyone's shift is now over. Jake initially joins the chaos and runs out with everyone, but then he catches a glance down. The Poké-trix stares back at him, the dial shimmers in the light, practically begging him to use it. He looks back, Team Rocket continues their raid. The police clearly won't get here in time, and nobody has the right Pokémon. Someone has to do something.
In all the chaos, nobody notices that a certain boy is nowhere in sight. Jake ducks around a corner and leans against the wall, looking around to make sure nobody can see him, and activates the Poké-trix. He's not quite sure which Pokémon would be right for the situation; sure he could use lycanroc again but he doesn't want to go crazy again and potentially become an even bigger problem than Team Rocket. So he twists the ring, scrolling through the settings, going with his gut, “Eenie, meenie, minie, sure why not.” Down goes the core, time for round 3.
Doors busted down, smoke filling the rooms, Team Rocket storms the Pokémon Center and make their way to the back room where all the Pokémon are stored. Knocking out Nurse Joy was easy, getting through the security was not, took a lot of brick-break and strength uses to get there. But now that they're here, they have free reign to take all the stored Pokémon. They cackle as they put all the poké-balls into large sacks, and with the police routes being stalled, this raid couldn't be any easier. In their confidence and complacency, nobody spots a small yellow Pokémon sliding through their defenses, and only one grunt notices the floor becoming visibly more yellow. He could swear that it looks like electric terrain, but none of his teammates have any reason to be using it, so why is it active? This question is quickly answered by the sound of a quick attack, and the pained cries of another member echo throughout the room. They all stop what they're doing and whirl around to see one of their members knocked to the ground unconscious, and a smirking jolteon standing on top of him. The odd thing about this jolteon is the black metal pad on its right shoulder, containing a black and red emblem. “Oh relax, he's just unconscious...probably.” It quips.
They all step back, shocked, there's no way that jolteon just talked right? Then they remember: some members from another division told them about encountering some crazy strong Pokémon last night that beat them all on its own; and they said it could talk. Nobody believed them at the time; but after seeing this, maybe they weren't crazy after all. Everyone sends out and commands their Pokémon (a trevenant, a geodude, and a croagunk) to take care of it while they get back to bagging.
The trevenant makes the first move, sending out a willow wisp. Jake jumps out of the way, bouncing off the wall and going for a thunder fang, but gets interrupted by croagunk hitting him back with a sucker punch. The move sends him flying against the wall, the two enemy Pokémon high-fiving each other. Jake staggers to his paws, shaking off the impact, no more holding back now. Snarling at the cocky Pokémon, striking a bit of surprise in them, he throws out an electro ball at the trevenant. Trevenant manages to dodge, unfortunately leaving croagunk exposed to take the hit. Trevenant tries to hit him with leech seed and Jake barely jumps out of the way in time, only to be hit by a rock throw from the geodude. Flying through the air, in desperation, he lets off a discharge, hitting everyone in the room. Croagunk, trevenant, and the Team Rocket members are all knocked out, electric terrain is WAY more potent than he first thought. A rumble hits his ears, geodude is going for a rollout from behind. Of course that thing is still up, ground-types aren't affected by electric-type moves. Fortunately, he has more than that up his nonexistent sleeves. Right as the geodude is about to hit him, Jake raises his rear, and bats it away with iron tail like a baseball, throwing it into the wall and finally knocking it out.
Nurse Joy finally wakes up, slowly but surely. She's terrified thinking about what might've happened to all those poor Pokémon. To her surprise, and relief, all the Team Rocket thugs are knocked out, still holding their bags of Pokémon. Yet, the sound of panting still rings in her ears. Looking down, she spots an exhausted jolteon looking proudly at his work. Jake turns back to leave and bumps into her. “Oh, good, I'm glad you're ok. Don't worry, they'll be out for a while.” Nurse Joy just stands there dumbfounded. Not only did this jolteon solo all those Rocket members and Pokémon, but it can somehow talk? Before she can ask any questions Jake uses quick attack and dashes out of there.
He gets outside, looking around to make sure no more Team Rocket members are coming. While scanning the area, he finds that his bike was destroyed in the initial attack. Well great, now how is he supposed to get home? He thinks, trying to come up with a new way to get home. Then it hits him, he does need to find out his limits, so how long can he use quick attack for?
Rachel battles Terry, diglett VS growlith. Neither side seeming to get an edge yet. They're so wrapped up in battle they don't notice a certain somebody rush up to the side and start watching. “Nice tackle, but watch out for a surprise dig.”
Both their heads snap in the direction of the words, there stands a smiling jolteon. “Jake?” She says.
“Yup. Hey, check this out!” He activates quick attack, dashing up onto Terry's shoulders, then up to the porch, before running circles around Rachel and going back to his initial spot. The emblem beeps, he flashes white, and is returned to normal by the time their eyes adjust, brushing dust off his chest. “Well, I think things are gonna be interesting around here.”
“You're not wrong.” Terry says.
A smug smile creeps across Jake’s face as he stares down at the Poké-trix, eyes fired up and competitive. “So, as soon as I refresh, who wants to go first?”