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"This is all my fault." Brock thought depressingly. The reason the rest of the gang were in the hallway preparing to hear their verdict, the reason he was going into the prosecutor's office, was, indirectly or directly, linked to him. He mentally prepared himself, gulped, and put his hand on the chilling, sterile handle, twisting it and pushing the door open. He quickly entered the office of the famous professor, shutting the door behind him and singlehandedly sealing any chance of escape.

His mind tried to reason. "This is just Professor Oak and Mrs. K! Also known as the two kindest adults you know. What are they going to do? Not something out of reason, that's for sure."

Brock's thoughts were helped by the sight of Ash's mom and Gary's grandfather sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. Maybe he was blowing this all out of proportion. Maybe...

"Brock, dearie, sit down, please." Delia gesticulated towards the sofa opposite of them.

Brock obliged, still nervous and inwardly conflicted on how to feel. The parental look on their faces made Brock remember when he was a child. He was rowdy and clumsy, always getting into trouble. Mostly with the Rock-types, of course.

"...because you all did this on your own free will." Professor Oak had talked to him, but Brock didn't tune into the sentence.

"Um, sorry, Professor, but can you run by that again?"

The Professor sighed, but managed a side smile that seemed familiar, repeating the sentence. "We both decided to punish all of you equally, because you all did this on your own free will."

Brock immediately thought, "Okay, this could be very good, or very bad."

"And since most of them out there haven't had any parents (or any punishment experiences, for that matter) we also decided that we would take it easy on you." Delia spoke this time. "And besides, I thought some of them were pretty funny!" Delia radiated her youthful and easygoing charm presently, something, Brock realized once again, she had to have to keep up with her son.

"Well, what is it?" Brock was still suspicious, although he had calmed down considerably, compared to when he was first opening the door.

"I thought of when I boy in school," The Professor began, "and I always had to write that I wouldn't do what I did wrong five hundred times. That's what we decided on. So, you are going to write everything you did wrong five hundred times each."

"O-okay." Brock couldn't believe they were getting off that easily. And he thought they were getting their Pokémon revoked or something! This is great!

"I'll tell the others, then." The two adults just nodded and continued to sip their tea.

Brock came out of the room in a better mental state than he came in.

The room's eyes all moved to him expectantly.

"All we have to is write each things we did wrong five hundred times!"

A moment's silence.

And then they cheered, as they obviously held the same fears as Brock.

Amidst all the ruckus just outside, the adults spoke to one another.

"Do you think we went too easy in them?" Delia asked the older professor.

"No," he replied, "because they thought that staying in Pallet Town without making any trouble was boring. Just wait till they're forced to sit and write the same sentence over and over. It was torturing for me, and I wasn't even the kind of kid who couldn't sit still. Just wait for tomorrow."

Hey guys! This is going to be my first story on here, with more to come! I know it's kind of short... but it's just an intro!

Thanks so much for reading~!