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Dark slowly opened his eyes only to see the light of morning. Morning, huh. I'm going down today. He stood up and looked around his familiar home. It was a small crevice at the top of Mt. Silver with cave entrances spreading out in every direction. For the first time in 2 years, he felt a tang of sadness that he will be away from the familiar crevice for, most likely, a long time. He quickly banished the feeling, as he thought showing emotion weakens you. All I'm doing is finding the white fur Pokemon, nothing else. I'll be back before long.
He tightened his scarf around his neck more, then walked to the edge of the crevice. He looked downward at the clouds, as he was higher than them, and felt other emotions that he soon banished again. Excitement, anxiety, fear of the unknown, and anger (as he was going to the land of humans). Humans, trust none of them. They killed my parents, so I will never trust them.
He twirled the end of his scarf, as he did when he was nervous, and leaped into and through the clouds. The wind rushing under him as he fell. He landed on a rock, then jumped again. He repeated this process until he reached the floor of the forest. He felt the unfamiliar grass under his paws, still fresh with morning dew. He quickly sensed his surroundings, a rattata to his right, 6 pidgey resting on a tree in front of him, 24 diglett under him. Sensing no danger, he started to run forward while still twirling the end of his scarf. He recited a mantra he had created if he ever came down. Stay sharp, always alert, don't get caught.
All of the life flowing past him shocked him. Compared to Mt. Silver, this place was over flowing with aura. It was literally everywhere! How am I supposed to find white fur if this place as so full of life!? Annoyed at all of the life. If it was going to be like this, I would have stayed at the crevice!
He ran for an hour, than stopped for a break. He was never going to find white fur at this rate, he needed a plan. He then sensed 2 butterfree and a caterpie coming straight for him. He prepared to jump and use force palm on them. He hesitated as he sensed pure happiness in them. As they appeared, he saw that one of them had a yellow scarf around its neck, as the other one, female, was light pink where it was supposed to be purple. The caterpie was below them. He figured the butterfree were mates because they always stuck very close to each other.
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"-hat berries would you like?" the purple, male, said.
"I'm not sure, you decide Free." The female said. "Or we could ask Skipper."
"That's a good idea, Pinky!" Free exclaimed.
"I want an oran, daddy!" the caterpie said in a sing-song voice. Dark figured he was the offspring of the butterfree, only 6 months old. Those were the days. When I was still figuring things out. Dark thought as he remembered his past for a bit. He didn't notice when the one called 'Free' tried to get his attention.
"Hello, hello. Mr. Riolu, hello!" Free yelled. He then flew over to Dark, and lightly tackled him to get his attention. Dark jumped back with surprise, but not showing it on his face. He had only made contact with other Pokemon while he was battling. He narrowed his eyes at Free.
"Well, I've seemed to get your attention Mr. Riolu," Free said. "what were you doing looking in la-la land in the middle of the forest?" He asked.
"None of your business. Now leave me alone." Dark said gruffly. He turned to walk away, but something stopped him. An aura a long distance away that he doesn't want to encounter. He couldn't make out what it was though, as the caterpie kept babbling things about "manners" and "be nicer". Dark was now getting annoyed as he kept losing concentration. Free used a sleep powder on his son so he can stop talking. As far as Free new, when Skipper starts talking, he never stops.
The pink one flew up to Dark. "Hello, sorry about my son. He never stops talking, I'm Pinky. What's your name?" She asked. Dark looked into her aura and was surprised to see no evil or battle intentions. All that was there was joy and genuine curiosity. Dark felt something surge into him, another emotion, joy. He was feeling joy that this could be his first friend. In his mind he said, "Don't trust her," but every other part of his body said " A friend. I can make a friend." He made sure no emotion went into his face.
"It's Dark." He said, excited he is having a conversation with something else.
"Oh, were you named after your fur?" She asked curiously.
"I don't know, my parents never told me." He lied, thinking they would treat him like a freak about his past. Dark never realized that the presence was drawing ever closer. The other butterfree went up to Dark with the caterpie on his head.
"My name is Free, nice to meet you. This is Skipper." he said as he referred to the caterpie. "Pinky is my mate."
"I already guessed that, and nice to meet you." Dark said as he was relived that Free had the same intentions as Pinky. He was trying really hard not to smile or sigh with relief. The presence drew ever closer to them…
Suddenly, 2 nets came out of nowhere and ensnared Dark and Pinky respectively. Is this a trap? No, it can't be, why would they ensnare their own Pokemon. As Dark and Pinky were struggling to open the nets, Free tried to attack the one who attacked them. Dark quickly scanned the attacker and his mood fell like a stone. Human. The same aura as the 'R' people.
The man was wide and tall, with a scruffy beard on his chin and a buzz cut on his head. He had a camouflaged jacket with brown leather jeans and black hiking boots. Also, a dozen capturing contraptions slung on his back. On his belt were 2 pokeballs.
Dark realized that this man was not from 'R', but acted like it. The man hit Free on the head with a pipe he had on his back. Dark was devastated. This man just hurt one of his 2 friends he has ever had.
He is going to pay.
