One day, there was a squirtle. Yep. Literally just a squirtle. Nothing else. There was only squirtle, and squirtle was everything. Since squirtle was everything, he couldn't actually move, because he was already everywhere. However, this did not pose a threat to squirtle, as he was nearly omnipotent. The reason he wasn't omnipotent is because I lied. Squirtle was not actually everything. He, in fact, was a very small fraction of the infinite multi-verse that consisted of the vast cosmos. And throughout those cosmos, there were starter Pokemon, through all the generations. It was squirtles duty as one of the original starters to reunite the original starters to rule over all the later generations of starters. But, as I mentioned earlier, squirtle couldn't move. That isn't because he is everywhere and everything, it's because the lazy slob ate too much McDonalds. Like, I mean a lot. So, in order to start his travel of the cosmos, he needed to lose some weight. His arm muscles, however, were already the size of dump trucks from the incessant lifting of Big Macs. Like, the dude was JACKED. So, using the massive muscles, he rolled his elephant-sized butt (do Pokemon have butts?) over into a plank position. He then attempted a push-up. His rippling muscles strained over the moving of the lumped mass. But in the end, he was unsuccessful. So he opted for a more easy option...
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2...