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Almost everyday is the same for me. I wake up, feed and play with the Quilava my ex-girlfriend gave me, and go and work at the PKMart. You'd think its a crappy job, but I enjoy it. Then I get some food, go for a run with Quilava, then go to sleep. I repeat that almost daily. But today felt different than most. Maybe it was the lack of sunlight that flooded my room due to a freak thunder storm that ravaged the region. Or maybe because of the warning they'd played on the television, "Be aware of your surroundings.. MAKE SURE YOUR POKEMON ARE SAFE.". But I just felt uneasy.
My walk to work was the same, minus the wind and the lack of people on the street. Normally Slateport was a bustling shore side city, with many tourists coming to see its beaches and museums. But not boats were in the harbor today. Only the brave and the employed ventured out on such a devious day. I unlocked the back door and was welcomed into the store I call my second home, the Pokemon Mart at Slateport City. At about 10am I open the front doors and I let the day of storm begin. I clicked my teeth. The time was passing too fast, and I'd let my drooping eyelids get the best of me. It had been two hours since I opened and no one had even bothered to go out in the storm and come in, a little nap couldn't hurt.

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BAM!

My eyes opened. A man, about six feet tall with piercing blue eyes stared at me, his black coat dripping with the rain that still slammed against the windows. He looked young, far younger than me, but towered over me. I got out of my chair in an attempt to grab the PokeBall that was kept under the register, it held a single Pokemon, a lone Growlith that the Officer of Slateport gave all the stores in the general area. Before I could throw the Ball, the man had already grabbed my arm and rolled back my long sleeve of my shirt.

And there on my lower arm in black ink was the letter 'R'.

And the number 3.

My tattoo.

"It is you, isn't it," He snapped, "You're former Executive number 3!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!" I yelled back, trying to get out of his grip.

"We need you."

He tightened his grip on my arm, and grabbed a PokeBall out of his pocket, let it drop to the ground and an Abra appeared. I struggled. He shouted teleport and in a flash of blinding light, I felt like I was about to die. Then I felt nothing as my feet reached the ground.

It only took me a few seconds to figure out where I was.

Description
Almost everyday is the same for me. I wake up, feed and play with the Quilava my ex-girlfriend gave me, and go and work at the PKMart. You'd think its a crappy job, but I enjoy it. Then I get some food, go for a run with Quilava, then go to sleep. I repeat that almost daily. But today felt different than most. Maybe it was the lack of sunlight that flooded my room due to a freak thunder storm that ravaged the region. Or maybe because of the warning they'd played on the television, "Be aware of your surroundings.. MAKE SURE YOUR POKEMON ARE SAFE.". But I just felt uneasy.
My walk to work was the same, minus the wind and the lack of people on the street. Normally Slateport was a bustling shore side city, with many tourists coming to see its beaches and museums. But not boats were in the harbor today. Only the brave and the employed ventured out on such a devious day. I unlocked the back door and was welcomed into the store I call my second home, the Pokemon Mart at Slateport City. At about 10am I open the front doors and I let the day of storm begin. I clicked my teeth. The time was passing too fast, and I'd let my drooping eyelids get the best of me. It had been two hours since I opened and no one had even bothered to go out in the storm and come in, a little nap couldn't hurt.

+++

BAM!

My eyes opened. A man, about six feet tall with piercing blue eyes stared at me, his black coat dripping with the rain that still slammed against the windows. He looked young, far younger than me, but towered over me. I got out of my chair in an attempt to grab the PokeBall that was kept under the register, it held a single Pokemon, a lone Growlith that the Officer of Slateport gave all the stores in the general area. Before I could throw the Ball, the man had already grabbed my arm and rolled back my long sleeve of my shirt.

And there on my lower arm in black ink was the letter 'R'.

And the number 3.

My tattoo.

"It is you, isn't it," He snapped, "You're former Executive number 3!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!" I yelled back, trying to get out of his grip.

"We need you."

He tightened his grip on my arm, and grabbed a PokeBall out of his pocket, let it drop to the ground and an Abra appeared. I struggled. He shouted teleport and in a flash of blinding light, I felt like I was about to die. Then I felt nothing as my feet reached the ground.

It only took me a few seconds to figure out where I was.