I wondered through Treasure Town late at night. Everything was quiet. Well, not everything. My mind was filled with anxiety and panic. Fifty years. Fifty years I was frozen. Frozen by a wicked witch.
I walked through the heart of town, feeling like an abandoned orphan. All eyes were on me. I was a stranger. I wasn't fifty years ago. Fifty years ago I would've been saluted as I walked down this lively village. But apparently saluting was a thing of the pass. No more honor codes, just childish 'explorers' shouting: THREE, SMILES GO FOR MILES.
I sighed, Marowak dojo was still standing, but it wasn't the same. The dojo master was not the dojo master I knew, but rather, his grandson. Not that it mattered. His grandson still had the same sense of honor that the original dojo master had. Just not the same, well… spirit.
Finally, I had reached Spinda's Bar. Sounded like my kind of place. I strode on in and grabbed a stool. I saw a small blue fellow behind the counter and tried to call him over.
"Waiter", I tapped my thin red foot until he hobbled over to me.
"Hello, and welcome to the recycling station".
He did not just say what I thought he said.
"I assume you want a drink", he said, responding to my puzzled look.
"That would be nice", I replied, my claws drumming the counter impatiently.
"The bar is right over there".
Oh praise Arceus, I thought, practically leaping off the stool.
I made my way to the bar.
"Hey barkeep, I need something strong".
The barkeeper, Spinda, just gave me a confused look (at least I'm pretty sure he did, frankly it was hard to tell).
"You know, something to help me ease away from my troubles", I was getting annoyed.
Finally, the Spinda said something, but it was not something I wanted to hear.
"I hope you're not talking about… alcohol", was he trying to make me pissed off?
"OFCOURSE I'M-", a sign caught my eye.
Spinda's fresh and friendly juice bar.
Yes, juice bar.
Without another word, I stamped out.
I needed to know more about Treasure Town, about the recent incident at Temporal Tower I'd been hearing about, and for the love of Jirachi, I needed an explanation about these damn juice bars.