Last chapter, Trace went to Pokémon Tower at the behest of Professor Oak to investigate the possible return of a Marowak ghost. However, the ghosts that did appear overwhelmed our friend, and Pikachu was captured as they made their escape! Meanwhile, while mourning the departure of his Primeape, Brayden discovered his mother had arrived at the Lavender Town Pokémon Center!
Brayden hugged his mother tightly with his only good arm. It had been so long since he last saw her in person, and he realized in that moment just how much he had missed her.
Denise smiled and returned her son's hug.
All of our friends' Pokémon looked on, each with varying reactions. Wartortle and Oddish smiled with relief, Pidgeotto was grinning, Butterfree fluttered around happily, and Electrode bounced throughout the room while narrowly missing nearby Trainers. Trace's Poliwhirl merely shrugged, as he had no idea who the lady hugging Brayden was.
Soon after, they were all back inside the room Brayden was using.
"Professor Oak told me everything last week. I figured you'd need some comfort, so I came straight here as soon as I could. I'm very sorry that happened to you, Brayden," Denise said gently.
Brayden closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm glad you're here, Mom, but I still don't know what to do. I don't want to just go home after how far we've come already. But without Primeape, the team will never be the same," Brayden explained.
"We were all good friends with him, weren't we, guys?"
Wartortle, Pidgeotto, Butterfree and Oddish immediately agreed. Electrode and Poliwhirl hadn't known the Pig Monkey Pokémon for long, but they understood how much the others cared for him.
Denise placed a hand on her son's shoulder.
"I understand completely. You've always had a powerful love for Pokémon, and now that you have them, they're all part of the family. But now Primeape's gone off on his own."
The painful memory of Primeape harming him and running off surfaced once more, and Brayden began to break down again.
But as he did, he felt something soft and furry gently wrap around him. Confused, he opened his watery eyes, and the tears were wiped away by a Pokémon Brayden had never seen before. It looked at him and smiled, much like how Brayden's mother smiled.
"Furret," it said sweetly.
Curious about the newcomer, Wartortle retrieved Brayden's Pokédex from the backpack and handed it to him.
"Furret. The Long Body Pokémon. A Normal-type. In spite of its short limbs, it is quite agile. A caring parent, it wraps its long, fluffy body around its offspring to help them sleep."
"We met last week when I went out to Viridian City to get groceries," Denise said to Brayden.
"She's also a mother. I happened to come along as her children were leaving the nest. I told her about you, and she decided to stay with me. Perhaps because of how alike we are."
Denise stroked Furret's long fur, causing the Normal-type to smile contentedly.
"Was…Furret sad to see her children leave?" Brayden asked.
Denise nodded.
"Of course she was. But she saw them off with a smile, because she knows that even apart, they will always be there for each other. Just like you, Trace and your Pokémon are there for each other."
She pulled Brayden into another hug, and the other Pokémon snuggled up close to them as they sat on the bed.
All of a sudden, the sadness that had overshadowed Brayden seem to drift away. It all seemed so obvious. Even if Primeape was gone, Brayden still had good memories with him when he was a Mankey. And he would always treasure those times, no matter what!
"Everyone, thank you." Brayden said warmly.
For the first time since he had last called Professor Oak, Brayden truly smiled. Not the sad smile he had been giving to Oddish, a true, happy Brayden smile!
Oddish saw this smile and was overcome with glad relief.
"Odd! Oddish."
After another minute or so, everyone got up from the bed. Brayden faced the others, filled with renewed determination.
"We're going to keep going and get stronger! There's still five more badges out there waiting to be earned, and we're going to get them all, no matter how strong the Gym Leaders are! Because we're not just a team, we're a family!"
All of Brayden's Pokémon cheered, while Poliwhirl applauded encouragingly.
"That's wonderful, Brayden! I'm so proud of how much you've grown on this journey. I know as long as you have your friends, you'll be just fine," Denise said.
Brayden opened his mouth to thank his mother again, but without warning, the door slammed open.
Trace and Charmeleon entered the room and immediately fell to the floor, overcome by grief and exhaustion.
"Trace?! What happened?!" Brayden shouted.
"And…where's Pikachu?!" he added, after noticing the electric mouse's absence.
Trace looked up desperately at his friend, his face stricken with fright and sadness.
"Th-the…ghosts…got him..!"
The young boy slammed his fists into the floor in despair.
"I just ran away like a coward! couldn't do ANYTHING!" Trace yelled through his tears.
Charmeleon dug his claws into the carpet. Clearly, he was also cursing his cowardice.
The shaken Poliwhirl walked over and placed a hand on both their heads, patting them in an attempt to comfort them. But soon enough he too sank to the floor as the gravity of the situation sank in.
"Oh my… what should we do?" Denise wondered.
Brayden looked down at Oddish and Wartortle. Both looked at him very seriously, ready to take action.
Brayden's eyes narrowed as he looked out the window at the Pokémon Tower.
He had just come to terms with Primeape's departure, and now some ghosts had the nerve to put his friend through the same suffering?! No way was Brayden standing for that!
"Wartortle, Oddish, Butterfree, we're going into that tower, and we're not leaving until Pikachu is safe! Pidgeotto, Electrode, stay here with Mom and Trace. I'm not risking the ghosts taking any of you."
As the four of them went to leave, Trace grabbed Brayden's ankles. Likewise, Charmeleon clutched Wartortle's feet.
"Brayden, don't go! The ghosts aren't affected by anything! Pikachu's Thunderbolt didn't even faze their leader! Please don't go…"
"Char, Charmeleon Char!" Charmeleon blubbered.
Brayden shook Trace loose.
"I have to, Trace. You don't deserve to go through the same pain that I have. I'm saving Pikachu even if I have to…"
Seeing his mother's concern, Brayden cut himself off. Instead, he smiled and gave a thumbs-up.
"Ghosts don't like the light, so Butterfree's Flash will give us the edge. We'll be fine, you'll see."
"Wartortle, War," Wartortle reassured Charmeleon.
Brayden and Wartortle ran out of the Pokémon Center without saying anything more.
Butterfree picked up Oddish and fluttered after them, leaving Trace, Denise and the other five Pokémon behind.
"Aw man, now what am I gonna do?!" Trace groaned as he got up. "I've lost Pikachu, and now Brayden, Wartortle, Oddish and Butterfree are going to be taken away, too! That old lady was right. I never should've gone into that stupid tower!"
"Isn't that tower a cemetery for Pokémon? Why did you go there? What's this about ghosts? And what lady are you talking about?" Denise asked Trace.
Trace waited a moment before responding. For some reason, he was beginning to doubt whether the woman he met inside the tower was even real.
"Well, you see…"
Pokémon Tower, 1F…
"It would seem the ghosts have taken that boy's Pikachu. Unless something is done that can calm them, that Pikachu's fate is sealed…" a woman in a purple dress muttered. As she did so, Brayden burst open the doors.
"Hey! Do you work here?" Brayden asked her. "My friends' Pokémon has been taken by ghosts! Do you know something about this?"
The woman glared at him suspiciously.
"If he's friends with that other boy, that means he's likely here for that old duff, too," she thought.
"Still, this one seems to have a lot more courage in him. Guess I'll give him a hand."
"Yes, boy. There are ghosts in this tower. And they have taken your friends' Pikachu. Do you wish to save it?"
"Of course I do! I just lost a Pokémon friend myself recently. It's not fair for it to happen to my friend, too!" Brayden stated.
The woman placed both hands over her cane and closed her eyes.
"I see. Well then, you'll be needing this."
She reached into the pocket of her apron and brought out a device Brayden recognized immediately.
"A Silph Scope?! That makes invisible or unidentifiable Pokémon visible! How did you get that? Who are you?"
"That's not important right now!" the woman shouted. "The ghosts are holding that Pikachu captive. You must hurry or they will take it into the spirit world! GO!"
She violently swung her cane in the direction of the stairs, slammed it straight into the floor, and, in a flash of purple light, vanished. Outside, a crash of thunder roared, and a heavy rain began to fall. Brayden hadn't even realized that storm clouds had suddenly blown in.
Though stirred by the woman's strange exit, Brayden knew she was right. Whatever fate the ghosts had in store for Pikachu couldn't be good. He awkwardly put the Silph Scope on his head with his only good hand, and rushed up the stairs with his three Pokémon.
Back at the Pokémon Center…
"Yikes!" Trace yelped when the thunder crashed. He pulled back the window curtains and saw the rain pounding against the glass. "Where did this storm come from?!"
Denise suddenly felt a surge of anxiety. It didn't seem right for her to let her only child run up a haunted tower, and this storm seemed to confirm the story Trace had told her.
"I have to go after him!" she said, standing up.
"Wh-wh-why?" Trace stammered. Aren't you scared of what the ghosts might do?!"
Denise shot a serious look at him.
"I'm more afraid of what they might do to Brayden! He's going to need me, I just know it."
Putting on her jacket, she continued. "If that mother Marowak is behind this, I might be able to convince her to spare Brayden and Pikachu. Because I'm a mother too!"
Trace was stunned. The same bravery Brayden had was present in his mother as well!
Now knowing this, he made his decision.
"…Alright then, I'm going with you! I mean, someone has to protect you from the ghosts, right?"
Pokémon Tower, 3F…
As Brayden made his way up the tower, the ghosts began appearing.
"So you ARE here!" Brayden shouted at them. "Where's Trace's Pikachu?!"
The ghosts simply laughed.
Brayden grinned.
"You won't be laughing once the Silph Scope reveals what you really are!"
He switched the device on, and a red light shone from the lens onto the ghosts, who now looked afraid. Moments later, they had changed appearance completely. They no longer had hands, and each one was surrounded by a gaseous aura. They all gasped from shock.
"AHA! I knew it! You're just a bunch of Gastly!" Brayden exclaimed. "Butterfree, use Flash!"
The Butterfly Pokémon's eyes shone brightly, and a light shot out from it, blinding the Gastly.
"Good! Now, Wartortle, Water Pulse!"
Wartortle launched three large water balls at the Ghost-type Pokémon, leaving them dazed.
"Gastly…" they whimpered as they flew up into the next floor.
"We gotta keep moving, guys! Pikachu needs us!" Brayden said as he shot up the stairs.
Soon, on 7F…
The ghost leader smiled maliciously at its prisoner.
"THE BOY WHO COMES NOW…HE IS KNOWN TO YOU, ISN'T HE…?"
Pikachu was shocked. Was Brayden coming to rescue him? Trace must have told him what happened earlier.
"HEH HEH HEH… DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP. HE WILL FAIL, JUST AS THE OTHER BOY DID. HE WILL JOIN YOU SOON ENOUGH," the spirit said darkly.
"Piiii…" Pikachu growled defiantly from inside his spectral cage.
Footsteps rang out from the other end of the floor, and Brayden appeared shortly afterwards, Wartortle behind him. Butterfree was still carrying Oddish.
"Pikachu! Don't worry, we'll save you!" Brayden assured the Mouse Pokémon.
The ghost saw the Silph Scope and screamed, outraged.
"THAT INFERNAL DEVICE AGAIN?! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!"
"Again? Someone used one on you before?" Brayden wondered. "Wait… you mean…"
Switching on the lens again, Brayden revealed the ghost leader's true form: a brown, bipedal Pokémon with a skull-like head, holding a bone-like weapon.
"YOU'RE the Marowak ghost?!" Brayden shouted in disbelief.
"THAT IS CORRECT," Marowak said. "ONE YEAR AGO, HUMANS DRESSED IN BLACK INVADED THIS TOWN, FOR THEY WANTED TO STEAL THE SKULLS OF CUBONE FOR MONEY. I FOUGHT BACK TO PROTECT MY ONLY CHILD FROM THEM, AND THEY ENDED MY LIFE! BUT I COULD NOT LEAVE THIS WORLD WITHOUT KNOWING MY SON'S FATE, SO MY SPIRIT BECAME TRAPPED IN THIS TOWER. ANOTHER HUMAN USED A SILPH SCOPE AND FORCEFULLY SENT ME BACK TO SLEEP. ALL I WANTED WAS HIS HELP IN FINDING MY SON, BUT HE SAW ME AS A THREAT. NOW I HAVE NOTHING IN MY HEART BUT HATRED FOR ALL HUMANS, AND POKÉMON FOOLISH ENOUGH TO TRUST THEM!"
Brayden was astonished. Red, his hero, was partly responsible for Marowak's blind rage?! He certainly felt sympathy for the spirit's pain, but he would not allow Pikachu to come to harm.
"Listen to me, Marowak! What Team Rocket did was horrible, and maybe Red was wrong about you, but that doesn't give you the right to take away Pikachu! If you don't let him go, we'll put you back in the ground!"
"War, tortle!"
"Free!"
"Oddish Odd!"
Marowak sneered at them.
"YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! NO RESPECT FOR THE DEPARTED! EVEN IF YOU DEFEAT ME, I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK! THIS TOWN WILL NEVER BE AT PEACE!"
Marowak threw her bone at Brayden, who dove out of the way. The bone then swung back through the air and returned to Marowak's hand. That was the move Bonemerang—an attack only Marowak and its pre-evolved form could learn.
"Marowak is a Ground-type Pokémon, so Water- and Grass-type moves are super effective! Oddish, use Razor Leaf!" Brayden said.
With a swing of her head, Oddish sent a torrent of leaves at Marowak, striking her right in the face.
"THOSE LEAVES WILL NOT BE ENOUGH! FEEL THE FLAMES OF MY WRATH!" Marowak shouted. She shot a Flamethrower from her mouth, prompting Butterfree to fly out of the way.
"Wartortle, douse the flames with Water Pulse!" Brayden shouted.
The Turtle Pokémon unleashed a water ball, but Marowak rapidly spun her bone in hand and blocked the attack.
"WATER IS A POWERFUL FORCE, BUT IT CANNOT WITHSTAND ELECTRICITY!"
Making a beeline for Wartortle, Marowak slugged him with a Thunder Punch, knocking the Water-type to the floor.
"Butterfree, Confusion!" Brayden ordered.
While Marowak was focused on Wartortle, Butterfree blasted the phantom with psychic waves. Marowak held her head in pain, but spun around and used Flamethrower again.
Acting quickly, Butterfree dropped Oddish and shielded her from the flames, taking all the damage.
"Oh no! Butterfree!" Brayden shouted in dismay.
The Butterfly Pokémon fell to the floor, knocked out. Brayden recalled him to his ball.
"You'll pay for that! Wartortle, Bite! Oddish, Mega Drain!"
Wartortle jumped at Marowak, and Oddish's leaves glowed in preparation to absorb Marowak's energy. To Brayden's surprise, Marowak made no effort to defend herself. Wartortle chomped down on Marowak's skull head. Oddish's Mega Drain, however, seemed to do nothing.
"HEH HEH…HEH. YOU THINK YOU CAN DRAIN MY ENERGY, LITTLE WEED?" Marowak said to Oddish. "I AM A GHOST! I HAVE NO LIFE ENERGY TO STEAL."
Oddish's resolve faltered, and she began to cry from fright.
"Oddish, it's going to be okay!" Brayden said. "As long as we have the Silph Scope, we can't lose!"
After hearing that, Marowak let a cold, twisted laugh that sent a chill down Brayden's spine. Wartortle, still biting Marowak's head, flinched.
"YEEEEESSSSSSS… THE MACHINE THAT ALLOWS YOU TO SEE AND FIGHT ME…"
The chill that filled the room suddenly disappeared as the entire place seemed to heat up drastically. Brayden, Wartortle and Oddish watched, terrified, as a horribly familiar red aura surrounded Marowak.
"THAT INFERNAL DEVICE IS THE REASON I REMAIN TRAPPED HERE!"
When Marowak screamed those words, Wartortle was flung off of her, as though the ghost had used Explosion, but it was, in fact, Rage.
The very same move that had caused Primeape to lose control and run away.
"N-no… not that move! Not again!" Brayden cried as he began to panic.
Oddish and Wartortle watched as Marowak, enraged, attacked Brayden with her bone club, knocking the Silph Scope off his head before smashing it to pieces.
With the machine broken, its effect vanished, and Marowak took on her phantasmal form once more.
"HEH HEH HEH HEH… I CAN SEE THE FEAR IN YOUR HEART. ONE OF YOUR POKÉMON ATTACKED YOU WHEN YOU HAD THEM USE THIS ABILITY," Marowak said sadistically.
"Wha— HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" Brayden screamed, utterly terrified.
"I SEE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS TOWN AND NEAR IT. EVERYONE HAS FEAR IN THEIR HEARTS, EVEN THOSE WHO CLAIM TO FEAR NOTHING! NOW, RELIVE YOUR PAST SUFFERING! THE LAST THING YOU WILL SEE BEFORE YOU LEAVE THIS WORLD IS THAT MEMORY! HA HA HA HA!"
The tower dissolved from Brayden's view, and suddenly he was back in Rock Tunnel, watching the enraged Primeape attacking the Rocket Grunts, Trace, and all the other Pokémon.
"NOOOOOOOO! STOP, PLEASE!" Brayden screamed as Primeape walked towards him.
Wartortle, Oddish and Pikachu knew that Marowak was messing with Brayden's mind, but without the Silph Scope, they couldn't do anything about it but beg Marowak to stop.
"YOUR FEEBLE WORDS WILL ACCOMPLISH NOTHING! NOW BE PATIENT AND WAIT FOR YOUR TURNS TO SUFFER!" the spirit snapped at them.
"BRAYDEN?!"
The Pokémon all directed their attention to the stairway. Standing there were Trace, Charmeleon, Electrode, Pidgeotto, Poliwhirl and Denise!
"YOU?! HOW COULD YOU EVEN CONSIDER COMING BACK?! YOU WERE OVERCOME WITH FEAR!" Marowak said.
"You're right, I am scared! But I couldn't just abandon my friends!" Trace said.
"What have you done to Brayden?!" Denise asked angrily.
"I WAS JUST HAVING A LITTLE FUN WITH HIM… BEFORE HE DIES!"
Marowak lunged for Brayden, but Denise was faster.
"I won't let you take him!"
She ran in between them and pushed Brayden away. As she did so, Brayden was freed of Marowak's illusion. The moment the tower came back into his view, he saw his mother vanish between Marowak's phantom hands.
"MOM!"
Brayden sank to the floor and weeped.
Once again, he had failed. And this time, it had cost him everything.
His mother was gone.
And soon, he, Trace, and all their Pokémon would be as well.
"Everyone… I'm so sorry…"
Trace knelt down and hugged his friend. All the Pokémon gathered around them and awaited the fate Marowak had in store for them.
But Marowak's rage had vanished.
"DID YOU SAY…'MOM'…?" she said in a quieter tone.
That word, and Brayden's tears of sorrow, reminded the spirit of the day she had died.
After the Rocket Grunts had left the town, her child had returned from where he had hidden and found her lifeless body. He had broken down in tears, much like the boy before her now. She saw him and wanted dearly to comfort him, but with her soul trapped in the tower, she couldn't.
She could only watch as her lonely, grief-stricken son left, unable to know what would happen to him.
And this had happened because she, his mother, had willingly given her life to protect him.
Marowak realized that the woman she had just attacked was this boy's mother. She, too, was willing to give up her life to protect her son.
"I… I'M…"
Tears once again fell from Marowak's eyes. She was making a terrible mistake. How could she put any parent and child through the same sorrow she and her son have experienced?
"I'M SORRY… I'LL… RELEASE HER…"
Marowak's hands parted, and Denise was miraculously unharmed!
"Mom! You're alive!" Brayden cried as he embraced her.
"Yes, Brayden. I'm here. It's going to be alright now…" Denise replied softly as she held her son.
Trace breathed a sigh of relief.
"I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU," Marowak admitted. "I NOW SEE THAT YOU TRULY LOVE EACH OTHER… STILL, I CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL I KNOW MY SON, CUBONE, IS SAFE. WILL YOU FIND HIM?"
"I guess we owe you for sparing us, but how will we do that? He could be anywhere!" Brayden said.
Trace, still somewhat scared, stepped forward.
"If we do…will you let Pikachu go?"
"…..YES. I'LL RELEASE HIM."
Pikachu's ghostly cage disintegrated, and he dropped onto the floor.
"Pikachu!" Trace said happily.
"Pika Pi!"
Pikachu scampered towards Trace, but the Gastly Brayden had fought earlier barred the Electric-types' path.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Trace said anxiously.
"You said you were releasing him!" Brayden shouted.
"Pika Pika!" Pikachu snarled furiously.
"I SAID I WOULD RELEASE HIM. DON'T FORGET… I STILL HATE MOST HUMANS," Marowak said.
"But Trace isn't part of Team Rocket! And he's my friend! Why don't you trust him?!" Brayden said.
"I SPARED YOU AND YOU MOTHER BECAUSE YOU REMIND ME OF MY SON AND I. I HAVE LITTLE REASON TO LET THIS ONE GO. IF YOU FIND MY SON AND SHOW TO ME THAT HE IS SAFE, PIKACHU WILL BE RETURNED. UNTIL THEN, HE SHALL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS TOWER."
Pikachu looked at the floor, unhappy.
"But… how will Pikachu survive?" Trace asked.
"Don't worry about that, Trace. There's a man named Mr. Fuji who looks after this place. He'll be sure to come by and give Pikachu some food," Denise reassured him.
"DO NOT FEAR. PIKACHU WILL NOT BE HARMED. I PROMISE YOU," Marowak said.
Trace sighed sadly.
"At least let me say goodbye to Pikachu before we go," he said.
"VERY WELL."
The Gastly moved aside, and Pikachu leapt into Trace's arms.
"Pikachu, I promise we'll find Cubone and come back for you," Trace said.
"Pikachu."
Later, back outside…
Just as quickly as it had struck, the storm had completely subsided, almost as if it had never happened at all. Brayden wondered if it, too, had been one of Marowak's illusions.
"Are going back home now, Mom?" Brayden asked as they walked back to the Pokémon Center.
"I'll stay as long as you need me to, Brayden," Denise replied.
They walked in silence for about a minute. Then, Brayden responded.
"I think I'm okay now. I just want you to be safe. If you stay with us, things'll get bad."
"Right. Professor Oak told me you plan to stop Team Rocket from getting power again."
Brayden's and Trace's eyes went wide.
"He did? And you're… okay with that?" Brayden said.
"If that's what you want, I won't stop you. Just be careful, okay?"
Denise got into her car, which was parked outside the Pokémon Center.
"I have faith that you'll find that poor Cubone! Goodbye, boys."
Brayden smiled.
"Bye, Mom. Thanks for your help today."
Trace grinned.
"We'll definitely find Cubone! After all, when we're together, nothing can stop us!"
Denise drove off to the west, back towards Pallet Town.
"So, what now?" Brayden asked, turning to Trace.
As Trace opened his mouth to answer, a old woman in a purple dress walked up to them.
"Wait a second…" Trace said.
"Aren't you the woman from the tower?!" Brayden and Trace said together.
The two boys looked at each other, surprised that they had both met her before in the same place.
The woman nodded, a light smile on her face.
"I see you boys are still among the living. You have done well today. It is good that you have calmed the restless spirits of the tower."
The boys both grinned.
The woman then looked at them sternly.
"However, you still have more trials to come. Go to Celadon City. You will meet someone important there who can help you find the lost Pokémon."
"Really? Well, thanks for the tip, ma'am," Trace said, somewhat confused.
Brayden was mystified by the old woman. Hadn't she vanished in a flash of dark light back when the storm hit? He absolutely had to know who she was and why she was helping them.
"Uhhhh… this might sound strange, but… you're not a ghost, are you?"
The woman chuckled to herself.
"I am most certainly alive, boy. But as someone who spends a lot of time with Ghost-type Pokémon, I seem to get that assumption from time to time."
Out of nowhere, something laughed hysterically.
"What was that?!" Trace yelped.
"It's just one of my dear companions. She likes to eavesdrop on me now and then. She's quite meddlesome, just like that old duff… Anyway, I hope to see you boys at the Pokémon League someday. Good luck on your adventures!"
She turned and walked out of sight.
"HOLD ON! I know who she is!" Brayden exclaimed without warning. That's Agatha, a member of the Elite Four! She uses Ghost-type Pokémon!"
He ran around the wall Agatha had gone past, but she had vanished once again.
Trace was amazed.
"Wow, she must be a Ghost-type expert if she can do stuff like that."
Brayden felt excitement coursing through his bones. He had actually met one of the Elite Four! Seeing this as a good sign of things to come, he and Trace returned to the Pokémon Center to prepare to leave for Celadon City.
Though Pikachu remains a prisoner of the ghost Marowak, our heroes have survived the horrors of Pokémon Tower. Now brimming with renewed confidence in the wake of their meeting with Agatha of the Elite Four, they set off for Celadon City. Will they be able to locate the lost Cubone? Who will aid them in their search? And what does Team Rocket have to do with it all?! Keep reading!
Brayden's Current Team:
Wartortle
Hardy Nature. Hates losing.
Ability: Torrent
Moves: Water Pulse, Rapid Spin, Bite, Surf
Pidgeotto
Docile Nature. Good Perseverance.
Ability: Keen Eye
Moves: Twister, Aerial Ace, Quick Attack, Agility
Butterfree
Quiet Nature. Highly Curious.
Ability: Compound Eyes
Moves: Gust, Confusion, Flash, Double Team
Oddish
Modest Nature. Alert to Sounds.
Ability: Chlorophyll
Moves: Mega Drain, Stun Spore, Acid, Razor Leaf
Electrode
Naughty Nature. Somewhat of a Clown.
Ability: Static
Moves: Thunderbolt, Rollout, Screech, Explosion
Trace's Current Team:
Charmeleon:
Bashful Nature. Quick to Flee.
Ability: Blaze
Moves: Flamethrower, Brick Break, Metal Claw, Swords Dance
Poliwhirl
Gentle Nature. Nods off a lot.
Ability: Damp
Moves: Surf, Double Slap, Mud Shot, Substitute