Trek the Cyndaquil sighed as he entered into the borders of the Town of Pool. It was a Pokémon Town made with logs and sticks of irregular sizes assorted into houses, or at least that was what they were supposed to be. The builders that the mayor had contracted were Slakings and, being the slacker Pokémon they were, just threw together a few logs and called it good. The mayor was far too cheap to hire other Pokémon for reconstruction, so the town's folk were left to deal with it.

Pool was built around a small Lake (another reason to show the laziness of the town in creativity of names) that seasonally dried up in summer and filled up during spring and fall. Some weird Dunsparce hermit always sat along the bank of the lake and stared at the Magikarp flopping around uselessly in the water. The Magikarp only got into the lake by the hermit's doing, and the Magikarp had no real way of getting in the lake, so the hermit evidently captured Magikarp and put them in the little lake for pure enjoyment and to fish them out, only to release them again. The Magikarp didn't know any better.

There were a few shops in Pool, and most of the shops were built by the owner's own paws, seeing the current houses were lacking. There was a bank that was frequently used. In fact, some locals found it very entertaining to withdraw Poké just to see the Umbreon Banker to perform a magic trick to withdraw it, then the locals would put it back in their accounts and come back another day for another trick. This Umbreon Banker called Moonlight was a slight entertainer, but could get easily overwhelmed by crowds. He liked entertaining, then spending time on his own. Trek and Willow did as others do and watched his magic tricks for making their Poké appear out of the air.

Another shop of notice was a little tent on the outskirts of Pool, just far enough to not be within taxing range, but close enough to get customers. Trek walked past it, dragging the formerly screaming Squirtle. He saw the two owners of the tent inside and waved a little at them.

"Hey, Willow, do you think that they could help us?" Trek tilted his head toward the Squirtle. The Cyndaquil waited for his mate to reply.

Willow the Snivy paused and said, "It wouldn't hurt…" she double-checked her bag for her handy frying pan. "I'll just make sure they don't get close to our items…"

"That's outrageous!" a voice cried within the tent. A male Emloga, standing on his two little mouse feet, stepped out of the small green tent. "I've never stolen anything!" his ears on the top of his head twitched indignantly.

Willow apologized, but kept her green hand close to her bag's opening. Trek double-checked to see if his back-flame was blazing, but it was not. Forestt the Emolga had once kicked Willow and himself out of the tent shop for nearly burning it down with Trek's back-flame.

The Emolga was joined by a female Pachirisu, his mate. This blue and white squirrel Pokémon blinked and put on a sweet smile. "Oh, so nice to see you again so soon. Are you going to buy that Slumber Orb you were looking at earlier? Its only 250 Poké."

I swore Ace lost a Slumber Orb just like that… Trek thought but answered, "Erh, not really. We found this stupid guy on the beach, then he did nothing but scream until we knocked him out again… do you have something that could help with that?"

"Silencer Orb!" the Emolga called Forestt scampered into the back of the tent and pulled out a head-sized blue orb. "I fou- got this orb from a traveling merchant. He said it's a rare piece… but I can part with it for… 300 Poké." He smiled in a strange way that seemed persuasive, as if an orb was actually worth that much (The standard price for orbs according to the National Pricing Incorporated was 150 Poké).

His mate, the Pachirisu called Joule, jumped by his side and added in a sweet tone, "For only 50 more Poké I can also throw in the Slumber Orb."

Trek wanted to decline on the 'wait, there's more!' deal, but Willow pulled out the coins quicker than the Cyndaquill could speak.

"Thanks!" Willow smiled gratefully and took the two orbs and put them carefully in her bag.

Joule the Pachirisu counted the coins and was satisfied with the amount. Then she put it in a pouch at her hip for storing the profits. Both electric Pokémon glanced at the blacked-out Pokémon with amusement. The flying squirrel Pokémon observed, "So, what will you do with him?"

"Good question…" Trek said with a groan in his voice.

"Well, come by again. Thanks for your business, and I guarantee that next time we'll have a need-to have item!" Joule the Pachirisu thanked the patrons with a wave and smile.

The Snivy and Cyndaquil continued on to the main entrance of Pool, a crooked sign with a misspelled word of 'Pool'. The 'o's were backward, and it was further embarrassment to the locals when visitors came by and saw that the 'o's were backwards and needed fixed. They'd say "Oh dear, this must be a hick-town if they can't even spell 'pool' with the proper facing letters!" Frankly, there was no amazing speller that lived in Pool, only shy book-worms that didn't dare make a scene to amend the past mistakes by the Slaking construction workers.

"I swear that is the shadiest shop in town…" Trek muttered and dragged the Squirtle by the shell across the ground.

"They have good stuff, I say why not?" Willow replied with an innocent smile. "Besides, they are very friendly. I bet the mark-up is so that they can eat every day. They don't even have a home…" her sweet nature was coming out again, along with a bit of naïveté.

The Squirtle groaned in pain and stirred slightly. Willow pulled out the frying pan to quiet the turtle with a clang on the large head. Once again, the blue turtle fell back asleep into the world of unconsciousness. He might start calling it his home due to his frequent visits!

Willow shrugged and re-sheathed the frying pan. "I don't want him the scream at the entire town." She explained.

"But we might have… never mind…" Trek the Cyndaquill sighed. Oh well, he could ask the stupid water-type Pokémon a few questions once he woke up, and learned to use his voice for other purposes other than screeching. He continued the drag the turtle Pokémon along the ground to the guild.

The Guild was the center point in the town, the only building that looked slightly cared for. Delibird the guild master had instructed new exploration and rescue teams to fix up the exterior and interior of the Guild before real missions. The result was pleasing. In fact, the mayor of the town called the guild building his own and lived there. Delibird wasn't the happiest about the arrangement, but it was tolerated. The Guild building had a little flight of stairs leading up to it, and the back wall was leaning against a huge oak tree trunk. There were two stories and the wood was varnished nearly weekly, giving it a shine in the sunset and sunrise moments.

The black and yellow fire mouse Pokémon climbed up the wooden stairs, ignoring the little clack of the Squirtle's shell against the stairs. Willow danced up the flight easily and dashed in the doors. The doors had a really graphic face of an enraged Druddigon carved into the wood. It was meant for the scaredy-cats to turn back as soon as they saw the hellish face of a dragon on the door. Trek dragged the Pokémon inside the doors and glanced around. He wanted to give the Squirtle to the lost and found section (which seemed to always be empty…) for a caring Pokémon to take and look after the demented water-type. But his mate was that kind of bleeding heart, so no lost and found for this one…

"Hey, I thought you said you two were going to have a great time at the beach." An inquisitive voice came from the other side of the room. A great, green, bipedal lizard sauntered over to them and swished his bush-like tail across the floor. This was Ace the Sceptile, star of the Guild and hero to the weak. Well, to the little hick town of misspelled Pool. Even though he looked like an adult, he was actually younger than Trek and Willow. The reason he was at his final stage was due to his training in the dojo and finding a place called 'Slightly Sparkly Springs', the Luminous Springs equivalent near Pool.

Trek shrugged and pointed at the burden he had dragged all the way from the beach.

"Wow, he got hurt really bad, didn't he? I see about two lumps on his head… some merciless Pokémon must've-" Ace muttered after taking a closer look at the Squirtle.

"No, he deserved it…" the Cyndaquil said evenly.

Ace frowned.

"What Trek means by that is…" Willow shrugged and explained, "He wouldn't shut up, so we knocked him out… We'll get this straightened up tomorrow. The sun's setting."

The large Sceptile nodded; tail rustling like a bush in a slight windstorm.

As the sun set, the guild outside received a bright glare from the sun and reflected it down at the locals. "AHH! MY EYES!" cried a poor passerby who had forgotten about the brightness at sunset. Trek, Willow, and Ace were unmoved by the sudden cry, they were used to it. Luck have it, it might be the same guy as the days and weeks before.

Ace leaned back, keeping his cool. "Ok see you tomorrow for some more training and saving." He waved the pair off.

Willow the Snivy decided to make a little small-talk. "So, Ace, when is your team coming back?"

The Sceptile paused and said with his cool air, "I don't know. They said they wanted a break from saving Pokémon and went on extended leave, but I haven't heard from them since. But I can still take on petty outlaws and lost toddlers without those guys."

Willow nodded her head, her long snout almost poking herself in the tummy. "Ok. Well, see you tomorrow I guess." She smiled and said to her mate, "Let's take this weird passed out guy into our room, just for one night."

The Cyndaquil shrugged his tiny shoulders and replied, "Ok…"

The two Pokémon went with their burden to the basement rooms designated for Rescue Teams. Frankly, the underground rooms were nicer than the houses in Pool. Then again, with Trek being a mouse-like Pokémon and Willow being a snake-like Pokémon, they were comfortable in the earthen rooms.

"Goodnight, Trek."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

"!"

*Clang*

*silence*

"Thanks, dear."

"You're welcome, honey."

A/N: YAY! Thanks so much for OC parcipitation. The characters of Forestt the Emolga and Joule the Pachirisu were given by Insane Protag, the character of Moonlight the Umbreon was given by blackshadow94, the character of Ace the Sceptile was given by PhantoMNIGHT321. The other submissions looked good, so they will appear in the next chapter. Thade the Absol (Absol's Song) and Moonlight the Umbreon (blackshadow94) will be more introduced in the next chapter.

Once again, thanks for help and submissions.