Night had fallen over Kalos. At last, the sun had retreated from the sky and gave way to the moon, which hung like a great orb in the dark sky. The moon was full tonight, which was said to be a good sign. The larger the moon was, the more powerful Cresselia's influence was said to be, which meant a night of good dreams for the world's population, warding off the nightmares Darkrai spread.
Most of the inhabitants of this land were sound asleep. The night was quiet, save for the occasional cries of nocturnal Pokemon. But even they seldom made noise, as if afraid to break the tranquil peace that had overcome the region on this night.
Yet, one sound broke the silence. It was a loud rumble, punctuated by creaks and moans. It came from the southwest part of Kalos, on a small dirt road heading toward Vaniville Town.
A large truck drove down the path, kicking up dust in its wake. It was a massive vehicle, an eighteen wheeler, towing a trailer. Black smoke spewed from its engine, while its headlights glowed like a pair of eyes. It rattled along the road, bound for an unknown destination.
The truck drove along the road for sometime before it came upon a lone Poke' Mart. Poke' Marts were open at all hours. The sign next to the store displayed an image of a Poke Ball, lit up brightly.
The truck came to a halt before the store. The engine cut off and the headlights switched off. After a moment, a man emerged from the vehicle.
He was a portly fellow, with hairy arms and a wild beard that looked like it hadn't been shaved in sometime. He pulled his ill fitting shirt over his bulging gut and moved onto the road, stepping over the gutter in his path.
The man moved up to the Poke' Mart. The automatic doors opened for him with a hiss and he disappeared inside.
The truck sat alone outside the mart, a cloud of fumes hanging around it that it had belched on the drive here. There was silence for a few moments before a slurping sound came from the gutter.
Something moved beneath the gutter. It made a wet noise, before it began to slither through the bars of the gutter. Purple slime slithered up onto the road, dripping wet goop everywhere and carrying a horrible stench.
The slime formed together and a pair of stubby arms emerged from it as a blob-like creature appeared on the road. It had two bulging eyeballs with beady little pupils and a gaping mouth that housed a fat tongue. It slithered forward, oozing fluids from its body and leaving behind a trail of muck.
It was a Grimer, a Pokemon that thrived in pollution. It approached the truck, its looking up with a greedy expression at the exhaust pipes that had been spewing smoke.
The Grimer slithered forward, pieces of it body breaking off as it moved and falling onto the path. Approaching the back of the truck, it crawled up the side and slithered onto the parts that held the trailer and the vehicle together.
The Grimer paused in front of the exhaust pipe, sucking it some fumes hungrily. It glanced up, its large eyes looking around the area cautiously. Finding no visible threats, the sludge Pokemon leaned down and put its mouth around the pipe. It began to drink greedily, lapping up the polluted fumes.
After drinking its fill, the Grimer turned and searched around, its appetite not yet satiated. It looked around, its blob-like form wobbling, spewing off more droplets of slime and goop. Then it paused. Its eyes zeroed in on the trailer.
Making a noise that sounded like a warble mixed with a hacking cough, the Grimer slithered forward and approached the front of the trailer. It opened its mouth and spewed acid onto a spot on the trailer.
There was a sizzle and then, the acid began to eat through the trailer, smoking spewing into the air as it burned through. Soon, a small hole had been created in the trailer.
The Grimer slithered forward eagerly, about to squeeze through the hole and access the inner part of the vehicle. But suddenly, there was a noise from its right.
The sludge Pokemon froze and twisted around. The driver was emerging from the Poke' Mart, carrying a shopping bag. He strode back toward his truck, whistling loudly.
The Grimer moved away quickly, darting away with surprising quickness. It crawled off the truck and landed with a splat on the road. It slithered away, disappearing into some foliage nearby. The grass and plants it touched began to wither away, dying in a matter of seconds.
The trucker came back up to his vehicle and halted. He wrinkled his mouth and covered his mouth, turning slightly green.
"What the hell is that smell?!" He groaned, waving a hand before his nose. Covering his mouth, he quickly climbed inside his truck and slammed the door shut. When that failed to ward off the unbearable stench, he rolled up the window and turned on the air conditioning.
After a moment of recovering from the smell, the driver started up the truck and drove off. He failed to notice the large hole that had burned through his trailer.
The truck rumbled down the road, passing by forests lining the edge of the path. The moonlight came down upon the vehicle, illuminating it and making it glimmer slightly.
It brightened the dark hole the Grimer had made, revealing the trailer's contents. Inside were Poke' Balls.
Dozens upon dozens of Poke' Balls sat inside the trailer, arranged in in neat rows. They seemed to almost resemble a military unit, an army waiting for orders.
The truck approached the outskirts of another town. It zoomed by a sign that said, "Welcome to Vaniville Town!"
As the truck rumbled forward, it suddenly hit a bump in the road. The driver was jolted forward and slammed his nose against the steering wheel. He swore loudly and then slammed his foot down on the break, hard.
The truck came a screeching halt. One of the Poke' Balls was jolted forward. It rolled forward, sliding through the hole and bounced out of the truck. Landing with a quiet thud on the ground, the Poke' Ball slid along the road and disappeared into a dense clump of bushes.
Back inside the truck, the driver wiped his bleeding nose. Grumbling, he rolled up two tissues and stuffed them into his nostrils. Continuing to mumble profanities, he drove on again.
The truck disappeared into the night, leaving a cloud of smoke and dust in its wake. Soon, its loud creaking noises were gone.
The Poke' Ball sat in the bushes, hidden from sight. It lay alone. Inside, the creature it carried waited for release, eager to escape its confines.
The sounds of the night resumed again and peace returned. A peace that wouldn't last long.