I know what you're thinking. Trust me, this one will rock.

Pixii, out.

Prologue A:

Two Pokemon, a Torchic and a Totodile, were venturing through an unexplored part of the Sinister Woods. As you might have guessed, they were indeed explorers.

"Slow down!" The Torchic was beginning to fall behind. The Totodile stopped dead in his tracks.

"Thanks for stopping!" The Torchic grinned, but his smile soon faded when he realized that the Totodile had not stopped for him.

"Look!" That was all the Totodile needed to say. He pointed to his left.

"What?" The Torchic looked. Looming in front of them was an enormous temple. It was completely made of what was once polished marble, now faded and crumbling.

"We should go inside." said the Totodile.

"Inside?!" shouted the Torchic. "That place is an accident waiting to happe-" but the Totodile had already run inside.

Torchic followed, grumbling. Once inside, the Totodile just had to touch just about everything. Much of it crumbled away when he touched them. All that held them together were cobwebs.

"Let's go." grumbled the Torchic. "This place is creeping me out. Anyway, there's nothing of importance in here."

The Totodile walked over to a small desk. He pushed aside the human skeleton that sat in the once used chair. The table was blank, execpt for a small scrap of paper. The Totodile picked it up and read it. The text was still suprisingly easy to read.

Journal entry: Finally! It has been born! This new creation will ensure Team Rocket's conquering of the world! All we have to do is unleash it. It is not alive, and cannot be destroyed. Finally, Team Rocket's glory will be restored... It said more, but it was all smeared. A large blotch of ink was splattered at the bottom.

"Come on. It's time to go-" The Totodile stared in horror at what he saw. Torchic lying on the ground, with a broken capsule next to him. Totdile picked up the broken capsule. But suddenly, his vission completely left him, and he dropped the capsule. His mind went blank, and he fell to the ground next to Torchic.

Prologue B:

3 years later...

Dear journal: Day 1

We have been exploring the Northern Range for what seems like centuries. We're all tired, and hungry. Our captain, Dragonite, says we've only been here for 3 days. Life could be better, especialy because I think our expidition was jeprodized. But who am I to judge?

Dear journal: Day 2

This expidition has defenetly been jeprodized. last night, Pikachu dissapeared without a trace. Treecko and Bulbasaur went out to look for him, but they didn't return either. Dragonite says to be on our gaurd. But still, I think this expedition is doomed to fail.

Dear journal: Day 3

Oh, no. Pickachu, Squirtle, and Psyduck all went missing last night! This expidition is doomed to die, I know. Dragonite has been really quiet lately. It's not like anything she can do will stop this madness. I'm next. I can feel it. There's nothing we can do...

Dear journal: Day 4

I'm suprised. I'm not dead. Yet. But still, more went missing. This time Wingull, Wurmple, and even Dragonite. Now it's just me and Charmander. We're wondering how much longer we can last.

Dear journal: Day 5

Charmander is gone. Our expidition is ruined. I'm doomed to die out here. I just hope someone can find my journal and-

That's when the journal of the of this unknown explorer ends ubruptly...