His name was Silph. Hugo Silph. You may have even heard the surname before. That's right, he owned the Silph Co. He was the inventor of the Poké Ball, Master Ball, and the Porygon Family. Despite his innovative success, however, he was not the best fighter. Hugo Silph was a man with a figure that you might depict from a scientist. He had a skinny, frail body, and always hunched over as a result from slouching in his chair he spent so much time programming in. He wore a long, baggy, white labcoat that went down to his knees, and khakis that were a little too loose (perhaps loose enough to show his plaid underwear). Under this coat, he wore a green-and-white striped polo. As he walked down the hall on the second floor of his massive headquarters, his long, curly red hair glistened under the harsh yellow lights of his laboratory, due to not being washed in a very long time. He was going to the Lumiose Pokémon Center to get supplies for his latest project; a modification to Porygon.
"After this project is done, I'll win the Pokémon League and be recognized as the world's strongest trainer!" Exclaimed the quirky inventor, perhaps a little too loud. His employees looked at him like he was a madman.
The route to the Pokemon Center wasn't a long one. That is, if you were planning on taking the most practical way. However, this was not how Dr. Silph goes about things. Like the eccentric man he was, he decided to take a route that would take him to see all the city has to offer; from Café Lysandre to Lumiose Tower. He was new to the biggest city in Kalos, as he just relocated from Saffron City due to the fact that Kanto was no longer a huge district for marketing. Over the past 20 years, since more and more new Pokémon have been discovered in new, unkown countries, people have flocked to see those rather than stay where old ones dominate. Plus, old species still existed in these new lands. As he entered the elevator that would bring him down to the first floor, he felt as though he was being watched. As he pressed the button, about the size of an American half-dollar that had a black '1' on it, a ghostly aura emerged from the button into the elevator, which had stopped at this point. It kept flowing out of the button for about 20 seconds, until the smoke-like substance had completely filled the elevator. Not knowing what type of harm it might have had on his health, Dr. Silph held his breath, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, much like a small child does when playing underwater.
After about 30 seconds (Which was all Dr. Silph could take) the gas swirled around the elevator, and finally, assumed a shape. This shape resembled a human in many ways, a teenage girl to be more specific, and physical features could be made out. Even being made out of purple gas, she was still beautiful.
" Who… are you?" Nervously inquired the inventor. "No… You're not the one." Replied the ghostly teen, spookily. And with that, the girl once again assumed a gaseous state. The purple gas then proceeded to go into the helpless corpse known as Hugo Silph, and the whole world as he knew it went black.
Dr. Silph woke up, in a blank white room. Tubes were attached to his arms. He was in a hospital room. On the foot of the hospital bed lied his trusty partner, Porygon-Z. Unimaginable thoughts were clouding his mind, ones unexplainable. What happened in that elevator, and how did he get here?
" Porygon-Z, did you use your Psychic attack to get me here?" Dr. Silph inquired. Porygon-Z looked at him with a blank face. However, this was normal for Porygon-Z because they have no muscles in their face, due to the fact they're computer-generated. But Dr. Silph could tell that Porygon-Z was smiling.
" Thanks, buddy. You're the best." The inventor said to his duck-like sidekick. With that, he fell back asleep.
