Prologue
"With Ghetsis gone, Team Plasma was disbanded. However, the rounding up of the battle against Team Plasma was a long one, forestalled mainly by the disappearances of the Sages. After a month of searching they were all found, luckily, and tucked away in prison, " I say, putting my paper down.
"It's a nice start, but you should add some more of the search, consider creating a new paragraph for the Sages capture alone. Other than that, I like it."
"Do I have to?"
"No, but I recommend it."
"Whatever," I say, waltzing out of the room. A soft patting starts to approach me as I flop down on my bed. And, like always, a the same little green creature wads to my bed. It groans slightly and scratches its back, looking at me blankly. "Snivy..." I groan. It stomps its foot and crosses its arms in response.
"Your, so persistent," I say as I flick a cookie across my bedstead, landing in Snivy's mouth. "Well, time to procrastinate," My hand reaches for the NSP, (Not Stationary Pokegamer) and I hit the power, delighted by the flashing lights of Mincinnio's Blade I pull the covers over my head as I maneuver my Mincinnio, named Mincemeat, around a house. His target was a Vigoroth. I gently steady his crossbow on the side of the house. I hit A. And Mincemeat shoots. And then he runs. Once I finish I save and power it down, placing it on the bedstead. I gently close my eyes.
Bam!
My crossbow's string resonates and the Vigoroth collapses. Two guards, Watchog, chase me as I desperately flee over the top of houses. I'm forced to dismiss the fact I am a Mincinnio for now. I notice a sign reading: Events are rolling, nothing can be stopped, Nothing...
And reality hits. And daylight.