[A/N: Well. I made the next part. I don't really know what to say here. How do all those other guys have life stories and stuff every chapter to mention in there Author Notes? I guess I could say that this one is short, and the reason behind that is because I was planning to release this part alongside the last one, and I got caught up in stuff and it ended up being pushed to tomorrow. Yeah. I hope this one is at least entertaining.]
"Well, crap." Victor said in disbelief as the sun was rapidly moving down. The only thing he could find that counted as a 'disguise', is a pair of dirty sunglasses and a clothing tag belonging to a expensive fabric company. He recognized the brand from Wedgehurst. Although these two things are practically useless, he still pocketed them, just in case. "I need somewhere to sleep..." Victor said to himself, scratching his chin. He could stay back at that abandoned condo, but unfortunately, he's pretty sure whoever's next door is starting to notice him come in and out. Victor sighed. Sometimes being a homeless vagrant is hard, although Victor would rather be homeless then be brought all the way back to his region. He looked out at Postwick and started getting an idea. Victor took out the tag and glasses, nobody's gonna let a dirty vagrant in their home...but, a celebrity? Maybe. "This idea isn't gonna work, the populace in this region will have to be basically literate to fall for this. But, it's the only thing I can come up with. I guess I could beg to be let inside... nah, I'd rather keep my dignity." Victor spoke to himself, fleshing out his thoughts. He took the tag and attached it on the glasses, with a breath, he put on the sunglasses. Victor began walking across Route One towards the direction of Postwick, while practicing a Kanto accent. "Y-well, Y-alle, Y'alle. Why is that so hard to pronounce? Why don't they just say 'You all', good god." Victor muttered to himself as he entered Postwick. He walked along the dirt path until he came across the condo he stayed at for two nights. Victor looked into the property over the small stone fence, and saw a teenager around his age eating a meal, with a older guy, with an absolutely ridiculous costume. 'Did this guy come straight from the 1700s or something?' Victor thought to himself with a smirk on his face. The vagrant noticed there was a mailbox next to the property, how did he miss this beforehand? "Home to the Legendary Champion Leon-" Victor observed that there was an extra part that looks like it was added recently, "-and his brother, Hop." Victor read to himself quietly. He had to keep in a laugh because the implications he imagines from this are hilarious to him. Surprisingly enough, the two people eating hadn't noticed Victor yet. 'Well, nether of those two are the Champion, that's obvious. That means they must be his family members. Good, this makes my job a hundred times easier.' The vagrant thought to himself.
Victor stepped onto the property, he just now noticed how underwhelming the Champion of the Region's house looked like. 'Isn't he the Champion? Shouldn't he be making a ton of money? Maybe this is his Mom's house or something, and he just comes to live here every once and a while.' Victor thought to himself as he approached the table of two. He cleared his throat, and the two people eating looked up at him. "Can we help you with something?" The costume party guy asked. "Uh, I'm Donald Derr. I am a celebrity in Kanto, I wish to make a deal with Champion Leon." Victor spoke in the best Kanto accent he could utter. Which wasn't that good. "Ah. I am the Champion." The Champion of Galar stated, very blunt. Victor was kind of speechless, he didn't expect the Champion of a Region to look like a Jester and a King had a child. A scruffy, unprofessional child. Even the Champion from his region, who's a nineteen year old girl, dressed better then some guy in his late-twenties. "Oh. Well...-" Victor was interrupted, "Wait, you look familiar. I think your face was on a... wanted poster..." Champion Leon deduced. 'Uh Oh. That's not good.' Victor realized he was pretty close to being arrested for stealing a sandwich, so he had to think about how to bail, and quick. The vagrant swiftly pulled out the old Poke-dex and pretends it's a cell-phone. "Hold that thought- I need to take this." Victor said before putting the Poke-dex up to his ear, and slowly walking away from the house.
He was able to get behind another house and take cover there. 'What the hell? They have wanted posters up of me? Where'd they get the photo of my face from? Why would they do that? I stole a sandwich!' Victor shouted inside his head. He calmed down a bit and decided to figure out his next move. "Well, I'm not gonna even try to figure out how I'm going to get to the next town today. I'm too tired." Victor mumbled. He glanced around from behind the house and realized he was right next to a backyard with a lot of bushes. He sighed. "No options I guess." Victor said to himself. "I swear to god, If I wake up in the middle of the night being picked apart by Pokémon I'm gonna... well, I guess I would just die." The brunette thought aloud as he hopped the wooden fence into the backyard. He stashed his stuff next to him behind a large bush before laying out his 'sleeping blanket' and brushing his teeth. After all that he tried to get as comfortable as possible on the blanket and slowly fell asleep.
[A/N: This will probably be the shortest part in the entire fanfiction. The next one will be longer and way more eventful though, and that will come out tomorrow. I'll see you then. Or not.]