Pallet Town. A peaceful place. A town in where people, Pokemon and nature co-exist. A small town, in where nothing exciting happens. One of the safest towns in the Kanto region. But yet, in this town, all is not as it seems. A horrifying creature roams the town at nights with a full moon, a creature with a taste for flesh and a thirst for blood. A monster, shrouded in mystery. No one in the town knows what it is. This thing was like no Pokemon ever before seen, in fact, people have began to doubt that it even IS a Pokemon. All they know of it is its eerie howls and seemingly endless hunger. It had already taken several people from their homes. But this night was going to be different. The thing had returned to the town, and was sneaking into someone's house. A few minutes later, It jumped out of one of the windows, fresh blood dripping from its jaws. It proceeded to make its way back to where it came from but unfortunately for it, the smell of blood awoke one of the towns Pokemon. A Growlithe. The fire-type Pokemon started barking, tugging at the chain it was attached to. It alerted all the other Pokemon that the town had put out to alert them when the creature came. The whole town was filled with barks and growls. One by one, the townspeople all came out of their houses with an array of weapons and their Pokemon at their sides. The creature stared at them for a split second, then fled. Everyone gave chase. The chase led them to the nearby forest, behind a lage building with a windmill on the side. One of the residents at the building, a 15 year old boy by the name of Tracey Sketchit, woke up to the sound of yelling, barking and growling. He crept towards his bedroom window, his eyes half-closed. He wasn't too happy with being woken up. He just wished that they would shut up. He closed his window, flopped on his bed and hid under the bed sheets in an effort to block out the sound. It didn't help much. He grumbled and put his pillow over his head. The loud cacophony outside slowly died down. Outside, the monster had evaded capture by leaping over a large chasm. It ran off and disappeared in the woods. A fruitless effort for the townspeople, they all went back to the town disappointed, their Pokemon following suit.
The next morning, Tracey woke up. His short, dark greenish hair was slightly ruffled from his rough sleep. He was also slightly pissed at the fact that he was woken up in the middle of the night by the townspeople. He sat up straight and took a long, sad look at a photo of his family that he kept on his bedside cabinet. In the picture, there was two adults, one male, one female, both of them in their late twenties. These were his parents. Tracey's father, a man by the name of Leonardo Sketchit, was a famous artist, while his mother, who went by the name of Rosebud, was a well-renowned Pokemon watcher. There were also two boys. The younger of the two, was Tracey. He had a slightly different hairstyle back then, and his headband was white as opposed to the reddish colour it was now. The older kid was his brother, Vincent Sketchit. He had the same hair colour as Tracey, but his hair was longer. He was also slightly taller than Tracey, with a more leaner build. Tracey took more after his father with the exception of his eyes, which were the same colour as those of his mother. Vincent took more after their mother, but his eyes were a bright blue. When Tracey was 6 years of age, his brother left on a Pokemon journey. A week after, his parents were murdered. He didn't like remembering it much. In fact, he'd forgotten about most of it. He remembered a Charizard belonging to the murderer burning down his house and then chasing him. He also remembered hitting his head against a rock, the blood staining his headband. A shiver went up his spine. Tracey looked away from the photo and got out of bed. He had a busy day today.
The month was October, and as such, Autumn was starting to kick in. Tracey covered all his usual jobs; feeding the Pokemon, cleaning up and organising books. Even when he wasn't doing chores, he had a few run-ins with a large, purple poison type called Muk that wouldn't stop following and then smothering Tracey with affection. He took a bath that evening, to get the stench from the Sludge pokemon off. It took him about two bottles of shower gel to finally eradicate the smell. Night fell, the moon wasn't full so that meant the monster wouldn't come out. Tracey was relieved and happy that he wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night. As he lay in his bed, he got to thinking about the horrible beast that roamed Pallet every full moon. 'It can't be a supernatural being' Tracey thought to himself. 'There has to be some kind of realistic reason behind it. Maybe it's some kind of rare pokemon. And it's attacking people out of hunger. Hmm' Tracey turned over in his bed, a determination burning in his chocolate-brown eyes. 'I know. On Halloween night, I'll go and find it. Record some evidence. Prove the town that it's just a ravenous Pokemon. It'll be safer for me on that night. If it attacks me, at least I'll have people around to chase it off... and the...' Tracey fell asleep before he even finished that sentence.
The time had finally come for Tracey to find the creature and study it. He was armed with a pencil, a sketch book and a Pokeball containing his elderly Scyther. He made sure he was fully prepared before setting off. As he set foot outside, a thought struck him. Since no one has seen the creature and lived, he wouldn't know what it looked like even if it went up behind him and bit him on the butt. He was slightly worried. What if the thing killed him? Or what if he ended up severely injured? He reconsidered, and then proceeded to return to the lab. Just as he reached the doorway, he heard a howl in the background. No doubt that this was the monster. His interest in finding it returned, and he went towards the area where the eerie noise originated from. The search led him into the nearby forest. It was dark, the only light was from the moon, which peeked in between the trees, causing little dapples of light on the forest floor. Tracey made sure that he was silent, taking great care not to step on fallen, Autumn leaves and twigs. He suddenly heard a noise. It was a rather unpleasant sound, like something was eating someone. Tracey cocked one eyebrow, intrigued by the noise that was coming behind some bushes. He stealthily crept towards the foliage, barely making a sound. He peered over and saw a horrendous site that made him gag horribly. There was a corpse on the floor, belonging to what looked like a small child. There were internal organs spread across the surrounding area and the ribs of the body had small pieces of flesh hanging from them, stained with blood. Tracey felt sick to his stomach. He had never seen such a disgusting sight. He averted his eyes from the body, and saw the thing that killed it. It was about the size of an adult human, it even looked human, to an extent, but was covered from head to toe in matted, brown fur. It had a wolf-like head, with pointy ears, a jaw filled with sharp teeth and yellow eyes. It forelegs looked human but its back legs looked more like that of a dog. It also had claws and a tail. Tracey's heart skipped a beat. He had obviously found the creature he was looking for. He got out his sketchbook, quietly turning to an empty, clean page. He took note of the way the animal breathed and changed his breathing pattern to match. There was no way that he would blow his cover and ruin his chance to prove the townspeople that they were wrong about the monster. He wasted no time and quickly drew an accurate sketch and shaded it in no time at all. He made notes on the creature, noting its size and features. He then judged the health of the thing. Since he had never seen a creature like this before, he had a tough time. After much debate, he deemed it to be borderline unhealthy, as its fur was matted and dull and its teeth were yellowed. He had his evidence. Or did he? There was no doubt that the people he was trying to prove might just think that this was just a silly picture he drew out of boredom. Tracey reached into his backpack and pulled out a small camera. If the sketch didn't do the job, then an actual picture would help. He focused the camera, making sure that he could see the full body of the beast. He got the device in the right positon and took a picture. The camera made a loud noise which alerted the creature. It raised its wolf-like head and sniffed. Tracey ducked down, making sure that he couldn't be seen. He held his breath, put away his stuff and crept away from the monster. He made sure he was a decent distance away and ran for it. He heard a crash in the foliage behind him. He knew exactly what it was and that made him run even faster. The monster was chasing him... and it was catching up. Tracey didn't dare to look behind him. Suddenly, a pain occurred in his leg. The creature had sunk its fangs into his ankle, slowing him down. Tracey collapsed to the ground and attempted to push the monster away using his free leg. It let go and violently shook its head. Tracey tried to get away, yelling out profanities. However, he didn't get far as the animal jumped on him. It raised one of its forelegs and slashed at Traceys throat. He dodged the fatal swipe, gaining a scratch on his cheek. The beast snarled and tried again several times. It kept on missing. It decided that it wasn't going to go far with slashing. It growled and opened its jaws wide, getting ready to bite. Tracey gritted his teeth and braced himself for his demise. It never came. He opened one eye and noticed that the monster was no longer on top of him. He sat up and saw an incredible sight. His Scyther had somehow escaped it's Pokeball and was fighting the creature. The Mantis pokemon brandished its scythe-like front legs and kept using Slash. The monster retaliated, and tried to attack. It barely left a scratch in Scythers tough exoskeleton. More Pokemon had arrived, ready to help Tracey. There was a Bulbasaur, a Totodile, a Donphan, a Bayleef and a shiny Noctowl. Tracey smiled slightly and then he fell to the ground. The monster was slightly threatened by the Pokemon but it was undeterred. It lunged at Bayleef, hoping to take a bite out of her. Light green vines extended from the buds around the Pokemons long neck, and swatted the monster away. This set off the other Pokemon. They started using their most powerful attacks against Tracey's attacker, which wasn't too happy with being pelted by Rollouts, Hydro Pumps, Sky Attacks and Solarbeams. It snarled and ran away. The Pokemon were content with the good deed they had done for their friend. Tracey was having difficulty in trying to stand up. His left leg had a large bite in it, and the rest of his body was covered in scratches that were still bleeding. Bayleef lumbered towards Tracey and started nuzzling him. Bulbasaur followed. Tracey returned Scyther back to its ball and, with the help of both Bulbasaur and Bayleef, returned back to the lab. "Thank you guys" Tracey said weakly...