It was a stormy night in Kanto.
A massive cloud was looming over Pallet Town, engulfing the small village in rain and darkness. The power was out and the Pokemon residing at Professor Oak's sanctuary were all cooped up under the roof of his lab. It was almost pitch black inside, with only a little bit of light coming from a Charizard and an Infernape's tails. It was relatively uncomfortable for almost all the Pokemon living there.
Except for one.
The Pokemon was an Oshawott, one who had traveled with a young boy named Ash through Unova for much of his life and was left at Pallet Town when Ash had traveled to Kalos. In fact, almost all of the Pokemon residing in this location belonged to Ash. However, this naive, fun-loving Pokemon seemed to be enjoying the rain quite a bit, dancing around and wallowing in the mud. He rarely went outside, as well, as he was also somewhat lazy.
Ash's Sceptile eventually caught notice of Oshawott and angrily stuck his head out the window. "Kid!" he yelled. "What the heck are you doing? Get back inside, you're gonna get sick!"
Oshawott turned to Sceptile with a light smile. "I told you, Sceptile, if I allow myself to absorb the energy of the storm, I might just be able to evolve," he explained. "That way, people will respect me more!"
Sceptile facepalmed. "You're nuts, kid. Get your goofy schnoz back inside before you get struck by lightning," he said, grimacing. Oshawott looked at him again, this time looking much more serious. "I'm not gonna get struck by lightning," he said. "Just let me be happy for once...please." He continued running around in the field, when suddenly, a nearby lightning strike knocked Oshawott back and stunned him.
He fell over on his backside, with the rain dripping into his eyes, hindering his vision. As a startled flock of Spearow flew away, Sceptile broke through the door of the lab to come to Oshawott's aid. "I told you, kid!" he exclaimed angrily. "Get back inside now, come on!" Oshawott struggled to stand up as he was picked up by Sceptile. All of a sudden, another thunderbolt hit a nearby tree, knocking a nearby branch right off. The wind flung it around wildly until it hit Sceptile's knee and knocked him back, having him let go of Oshawott in the process. This knocked them both out, with Sceptile weakly lying in the field under a tree branch and Oshawott being sent flying into a wild river, being carried downstream as the rain fell.
Many hours later, Oshawott woke up. The storm had cleared, and Oshawott was in what seemed to be the middle of the ocean.
"Hello? Is anyone here? Helloooo? Sceptile? Buizel? Snivy?" As Oshawott helplessly cried out the named of some of his friends at Oak's lab, he realized he was indeed all on his own. He wandered the waters aimlessly for a bit and then dived down. No one underwater either, with the exception of a sleeping Gyarados he certainly did not want to wake up, for he had woken up numerous angry Pokemon in the past. Oshawott moped. He had never gotten himself in a situation as serious as this and had no idea what to do. Angrily, he climbed onto the nearest islet and slammed his scalchop on the sand. He didn't bother picking it back up either. He was that depressed.