Okay people please don't judge this story because it's the first story that has multiple chapters and it'll probably be really bad. Please don't be too hard on me... Well, without further ado, peeps, here's the story!

Rosebud
"Rosebud, wake up!" A voice yells.

A warm nose pokes my head. Flare is warm, well, he's always been warm. He's a Flareon. I open my eyes, "Another day in our little metal box, huh?" I ask groggily.

"They've been talking, Rosebud. I think we should get ready. Who knows? Our crate might blow up randomly!"

I laugh softly, wincing at the large gash on the top of my head, bleeding chlorophyll profusely. Flare lets me lean on him as we make way towards the bars of the cage. Suddenly, a large human face appears in front of us. Flare bravely spits an Ember at it, burning the face quite badly. The human yowls, "AAAIIIII!"

"Nice one, Flare," I say.

"Thanks, Rosebud. You okay?" Flare asks, suddenly worried.

"I'm going to be alright, Flare," I say. "Don't worry about me."

The human, now with his face scarred and ugly, puts his face right into ours, "Let's take away your little friend," he sneers, "and we'll see how brave you are, then!"

He opens the cage and reaches in. I immediately use Absorb on his hand, but it proves itself ineffective. He grabs me roughly by the flower bud on my head, dragging me out. We're not too strong, Flare and I, myself just a measly level 6 and Flare a level 15. Flare and I have been friends since he hatched, which was actually two days after I was. I was alpha until he got to level 15, when he insisted that the best in the pack was omega. I haven't leveled up since Flare got to level 10. Oh, Flare. Flare bounds towards the door to the cage, trying to get at the man, who is now smushing the bud on my head between his thumb and middle finger. Tears escape my eyes, but I ignore the pain as the man laughs, smashing my head and kicking Flare. Finally, I black out.

This isn't the first time I've blacked out, neither is it the second, third, fourth, or tenth time. When I come to again, I am in a metal box with bars at the front. I can tell it's the same box that I've been in for the past few months, but what worries me is that Flare isn't with me. I search around the box, my head woozy and my feet feeling too small for my body. I bang the bars of the cage crazily, trying to break it open. I bang on it even more, using all the moves that I know; Absorb and Growth. Suddenly, a crazy plan comes into my head and I forget using Absorb and start only using Growth. I grow bigger and bigger, until the metal box is too small. I use it two more times and I feel squished against the walls and everything. The box explodes, and I shrink back down again. I feel smaller than usual, but it's only an aftereffect of using Growth. After I get used to my smallness again, I wander around the dimly lit room. I find an arch, and I walk through. The trainers in the room seem to be having a very serious meeting, as it is all dimly lit and the lead man is only a silhouette against the orange walls. The man on his right hand side suddenly interrupts, whining rather loudly, "Why's the lighting so dim?"

"It's to make a dramatic effect," the lead man says. "You'll also notice that a lot of people in this show whisper for no apparent reason."

I frown in confusion, as he just called this a show, when obviously, it's a story on a fanfiction site. The man on his side slumps down in his seat as the lead man continues, "Well, as I was saying, we have come to believe that a large group of terrorists have gotten their hands on a large colony of… Electrode."

Trainers all around the table gasp and start talking to each other in hushed voices. The lead man bangs a fist on the table and a Hariyama, who was hiding in the shadows, follows suit, dropping a box on the table as well. Everybody quiets down and the "president", as I have decided to call him, stands up and strolls around the table. He begins a speech, "As you all know, Electrode absolutely adore all Flareon, right?"

My heart starts beating like never before, and I wonder whether Flare is in the box or some other Flareon is. The trainers around the table start talking again, only to be interrupted by the president, banging his hands on the table again, "Shut up!" he yells, "I must finish my speech, or I will lose my spot!"

He opens the cage and takes out a small, shivering Flareon, "This, my friends," he says, lifting the Flareon up high, "is our secret weapon. Well, at least this is one of them. Though it is puny, weak and low leveled, we will defeat the terrorists with him because he is a Flareon, none the less."

I wonder why they have even bothered testing things on me, when all they really needed was Flare. I watch them as they poke at Flare, pinching his cheeks and tugging on his tail, but I don't do anything yet because I want to free him without being caught myself, as we've tried escape before, only to be caught by the guards and be stuffed back into a box, each time with a harder lock. I don't know what's the good with all the testing and injections they've done to me, and I suppose I don't want to know. All I want is for me and Flare to be able to get back to the wild. Ah, the wild. I haven't been there in so long that I've forgotten how fresh air tastes. I remember looking out of the cage in the beginning of the capture, seeing only uncultivated lands, Pokémon probably unknown to all of mankind, and… nothing else. No buildings, no Pokémon Centers, nothing. It seemed like I was in a new region, even though the Sinnoh region was still so new, with crazy trainers and people figuring out all the secrets of defeating the current champion. I sigh, remembering my region. Suddenly, I am forced back into the present because of something they are doing. The president has started talking again, and the trainers around the table have gasped. The president says, "So, I don't know whether you all know about this particular Flareon, but this Flareon has seemed to develop a special bond… with a shiny Budew. I don't know why, because we all know they cannot breed."

I blush there madly, but on the bright side, I know that the Flareon is Flare. Also, I don't have a clue what 'shiny' means. Do I have sparkles? Am I a sparkly vampire? ...Didn't think so.

The president continues, "So we have done some testing on the Budew, to find nothing different about it, except for the fact that it is shiny, of course, and also has an amazing nature: Timid. However, this Budew… is not timid, therefore we have done much testing and we even injected the tiny little Budew with a prototype of what I call "The-learn-all-moves-shot/injection". I do believe the name explains it all. We can't tell whether the prototype is working or not, so we must keep the Budew safe and have a close eye on it."

They all glare at one particular person on the president's left hand side of the table. That man protests, "Hey, I was trying to take the Flareon out of the cage! It spit an Ember at my face!"

"That is not an excuse, Dr. Flamsi. It is also not an excuse to… to… ACHOO!"

I hadn't notice my bud opening in the heat of the moment, and I only notice it when everybody in the room, including Flare, start to sneeze violently. Suddenly, another puff of spores scatter from the bud on top of my head and they all freeze. I look around and even poke one of the trainers. Then I realize that they are all paralyzed, so I race towards my friend, still in the president's hand. I knock him out of the president's sweaty hand and he starts yelling something through his mid-sneeze mouth. I nudge Flare out of the room and into a small closet, where nobody can hurt him. Doing this, I run towards another automatic door. It leads to the outside, where I see, to my great joy, a Cheri berry bush! Using my bud, I snap a berry off of the bush and rush back into the building, where there is no sound to be heard except a low clicking in the distance. I find the closet that I had hidden Flare in and open the door. Flare is still there, thank Arceus, but he is still paralyzed, so I poke the berry into his mouth and he somehow swallows it. After he does so, he takes a deep breath and laughs, "Rosebud… nine levels below me, has saved me once again. When did you learn Stun Spore?"

"I don't know…" I say, "maybe I've just leveled up four times? I don't care, either, Flare. Let's get ourselves out of here once and for all."

Flare lets me ride on him as I direct him to the automatic door, when we finally escape the prison that we'd been stuck in for more than two years.

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