Surprisingly, I DO go outside, but it's usually for Pokémon Go… Again, I think I have a problem. But in the rare chance that it isn't, it's shopping for food, water, y'know, stuff I kinda need to live? Sure, I spend a bit of time in the small Pokémon portion in the toy aisle, looking at what they've got, but I think people look at me weirdly. I can't help it, I'm a kid at heart. But you'll be shocked to hear this… I somehow don't have a Pokéball replica. And every single time, I'd head to the small Pokémon part of toys, and they'd never have one. And so I was starting to get desperate.
I walked out of the aisle, head hanging. They still didn't have one. I exited the store, not even pulling out my phone to play Pokémon Go. I was too sad to play. Walking past an alleyway, I looked up, and continued walking. But I halted suddenly. It's what I saw in the alleyway that made me stop suddenly. I looked back, and saw a Pokéball, just sitting there. I cautiously walked up to it, looking around to see if anyone dropped it. I placed my hand on it and pulled up but… wait.
Pokéball replicas were supposed to be made out of plastic, right? But when I picked it up, the metal orb in my hand honestly freaked me out. "It's not plastic… like it's supposed to be…" I thought to myself. But when I examined the Pokéball close, I noticed some writing on the back. "Please take care of the Pokémon in this Pokéball." I read quietly. "What Pokémon? They aren't real… are they?" I was beginning to worry that I was looking suspicious just standing the the alley, so I quickly put the Pokéball into my pocket and continued home.