Aaron flew through the sky in the gyrocopter. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself down. He saw the fuel gauge start to drop lower. He sighed lowering the copter into the woods. He removed his seatbelt and got out of the copter. He walked to the back and opened up the engine. He ripped out a small blinking piece and crushed it under his foot. "Grumpig, crush this thing." Aaron said calling out his Pokémon. It began to crush the gyrocopter with a brutal psychic power until it was no longer functional. "Have to ditch this uniform too." He sighed unzipping the jacket and tossing it into the wreck. Next, he tossed the belt buckle. He was left standing in a pair of black pants, boots, and a white t-shirt. He looked at his hand and pulled off the ring. He stared at it in his hand. He sighed putting it back on his hand. He grabbed his bag and recalled his Pokémon before he walked off. The smell of saltwater became apparent as he got closer to Slateport City. He walked into the city and walked down the street. A police officer glared at him.
"I haven't seen you around these parts before."
"That's because I'm not from around here." Aaron said shooting him a look. "Sorry." He said recomposing himself. "It's been a long day. Would you happen to know a place that I can stay, maybe find some work?"
"There's the market district. Someone might have an open room for you."
"Thank you." Aaron said as he pointed him in the correct direction.
After a few hours of searching, a man named Charlie who owned the fish market offered him a job. He asked if Aaron could butcher, and he told him that he was good with a knife. There was also a room upstairs that he offered to Aaron to compensate for the low salary he was being paid. He showed Aaron how to butcher Carvanha, Magikarp, Corphish, and several other Pokémon before he was sent upstairs to rest for the night.
It was early in the morning when Aaron went downstairs. He put on an apron and started filling the cases with ice. A fisherman came in and began lining them with several Pokémon that he deemed to be top quality. Aaron walked behind one of the counters and grabbed a large knife from the drawer while several other people began setting piles of Pokémon next to him. He grabbed one of the Magikarp and sliced it horizontally before he began to trim off the inedible pieces. He carefully removed the eyes setting them in a small bin so that they could be sold to the customers. The smell bothered him a little, but he grew used to it quickly as he continued to butcher each Magikarp.
A man wearing a chef's jacket walked into the shop taking a deep breath and smiling happily with a cooler in his hands. "Charlie, you in here?" He asked loudly.
"He's in the back." Aaron said looking up from his work.
"I haven't seen you around here before."
"I just started today." Aaron said slicing up a Carvanha.
"Precision cuts." He said admiring his work. "You're very good at this. Maybe you can help me."
"What can I get for you?" Aaron asked.
"I need ten pounds of Corphish, five of Magikarp, five of Carvanha, and a lot of Barboach."
"Aaron, what are you doing?" Charlie asked walking out from the back. "You don't talk to the customers. You cut up the Pokémon. I'm very sorry Chen. What can I get for you?" He shooed Aaron away who returned to butchering several Carvanha.
After a long day of work, Aaron went upstairs and took a shower before he changed into a pair of lounge pants and a white t-shirt. He sniffed himself still smelling fish. He sighed. He looked over to his nightstand and saw a bowl of rice with raw Magikarp on top. He grabbed the chopsticks sitting next to it and sat down on his bed eating the meal. He also saw a glass of juice nearby and drank it quickly. He put the empty dishes outside of his room and laid down on his bed for a few minutes looking up at the old wooden ceiling. He could hear the sounds of boats in the distance as he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
He woke up to Maxie looking down on him. He had a disappointed look on his face as he glared at Aaron. He looked down to see his body start to fade. He let out a small scream as he jolted awake from his nightmare. "Just a dream. Just a really bad dream." He sighed rubbing his head in pain. He walked downstairs and out the door. He walked to the docks and sat on the edge looking up at the sky and the waves which moved in a rhythmic motion. "I just need to clear my head." He sighed. "Old life is behind me. I just need to forget and move on." He took a deep breath. He leaned over the edge of the deck and threw up a little bit.
"Things are going to get better. I hope."