'Headline! Sableye Strike Again!'
'Sableye are not to be doubted, as you never know when they'll strike' - Snivy, Journalist
'I saw him murder queen Reshiram! There was nothing we could do to stop him stealing the jewels.' - Escavalier, Palace Guard
Snivy was a journalist. He reported for the paper, 'Unova Today'. This time, the case was serious. Sableye was at it again, stealing and murdering throughout the town. Snivy wasn't just after the murders and crimes. He wanted to know why Sableye was doing this on a daily basis. He looked out his window. The town seemed calm. Snivy grabbed his camera and hat, about to set out on his mission to arrest Sableye.
Snivy walked out of his apartment, and down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom, he went for the lockers.
He opened up the one labeled by his room number. '11'
Inside was a pistol. He had ordered it a while back, the shipping had taken quite a while.
Snivy drew the pistol from the locker, and placed it in his belt of vine.
As he made for the door, an apartment opened up.
Standing the doorway, was Mincinno. "Why hello there Snivy."
Snivy turned and faced Mincinno. "Hey Mincinno."
"Would you like a rare candy I've been baking?" Mincinno asked.
Snivy lowered his head and sighed. "I would love to, but there's a case to solve."
"Oh I understand. The retched Sableye is at it again," Mincinno said.
Snivy simply walked out and shut the door behind him.
He decided to check out the last place a murder took place. Castelia Palace.
Once he arrived, Snivy saw police lines around the palace.
He ducked under and looked around. Before he could take another step forward, he felt someone grab him by the arms.
"Our little Snivy seems to be sticking his nose around again," called a voice.
Snivy could recognize that voice anywhere. "Patrat."
The hold on his arms released, and Snivy turned around to see the cop.
"Sorry, sir," said Snivy with a bow. "I was just investigating the scene."
"And I'll have you know that there is no need," said Patrat. "We cops have this under control."
Snivy gave a low growl before speaking. "Yes sir."
Patrat pushed Snivy out of the area surrounded by the police line. "And don't come back!" yelled the cop.
Snivy stood up and dusted off the dirt on him. 'Stay away from crime?' He thought. 'We'll see about that.'
Our little journalist started the walk home, angry at Patrat for always cutting off his investigations.
Once Snivy reached home, Mincinno greeted him by the door.
"Snivy, would you like a rare candy now?"
"Sure." Snivy looked down.
"What's wrong?" asked Mincinno.
"Oh, nothing." Snivy gave a sigh, "Just the damn cops again."
"Oh don't worry!" said Mincinno in a cheerful tone. "Come in. Come in."
Snivy had just returned to his apartment, after having some rare candy with Mincinno.
He lay on his bed. 'Let's just get some sleep.' He thought.
Just as Snivy shut his eyes, he heard an explosion.
He rushed to the window. He saw buildings aflame.
Cries echoed through the streets. Something had happened.
No, someone had happened.
