A while ago, I was lying in bed, and all of a sudden all these ideas came to me from nowhere about what direction Pokémon should go next. I thought up this whole elaborate game just before going to sleep, and I often came back to thinking about it. So here's the adventure in story form, I gradually made up the names of the characters, places, etc. so they may not be the best, and if you think I should just keep to a region from one of the games, please review it and I'll change it, enjoy!
For so many years I watched him: watched him train, watched him fight, watched him lose, watched him win, and his determination and perseverance saw him become the greatest Ground-type trainer in all of Limigu region. Most called him a Gym Leader, sometimes known as the Quake Maker, but I just called him dad. And it was this determined, persevering, quake making, gym leading dad whose unexpected fate gave me my unexpected fate.
We were walking on our usual path, which took him to the Agrimet Gym and me to my office at Silph Co, the two buildings standing side by side just over the hill. We weren't talking about much, just general conversation,
"Got any Gym battles today?"
"No challengers so far, I think it'll be a training day. Have Silph been working up any new projects?"
"Nope, there's a meeting today about some glitch in the new design Ultra Balls, but… wait, what's that?"
About 3 feet to their left, a little black swirl appeared. It was only about 2cm diameter, but it began to expand like a whirlpool in a storm, and when it got to be about 50 centimetres, a wind began to blow into it, growing stronger as the hole grew bigger and bigger and span faster and faster. We ran to the nearest lamppost and grabbed a hold of it, and the vortex eventually lifted us off our feet, but we held on for dear life.
Then, the worst case scenario happened. Dad shouted, "I'm slipping!" and one of his hands came away from the post.
"Grab on!" I replied and he wrapped his hand around my torso, but it was no good. His other hand gave way and he fell away from the post.
"Good luck!" was all he managed, and with that, the hole swallowed itself up and he was gone. The wind stopped and I thumped to the ground. Then I sat there and sobbed. And I sobbed. And I sobbed a bit more. Then I got up and sobbed home. This was not a day for work.