A tall man sat in a jail cell. He had on a torn red jacket that had short sleeves. He also had black pants, a matching black shirt, a red hat, and black fingerless gloves. He was tan skinned, had longish black hair, and two z like birthmarks under his eyes. His red sneakers were thrown to the side.
"Some day, Delia, some day I will return the 'favor' that you did for me."
The man could hear his wife's scared cries an pleas for help.
'Stop, Red, stop!' Was what the man heard before the police arrived to arrest him. He remembered his son, almost a spitting image of him.
"Some day, Ash, you cursed brat, will pay as well..."
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Ash was very nervous, and I mean VERY nervous. He had never been around anyone but his own family.
"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?" Serena's mom, Grace, asked.
Ash looked over to the banquet in front of him. He had everything from pancakes to Kalos toast. Sausage rolls to bacon.
"I'm sorry, I'm just homesick." He said politely.
'Poor thing' Grace thought pitifully.
"That's okay." Dawn said. "Can you tell us about yourself?"
"Well," Ash started "Pichu was supposed to be my very first pokemon and I already have a pokedex, but because of my father, I couldn't go to get an actual starter."
"What did your father do?" Serena asked. Ash didn't answer, just sniffled.
"That is a story for another time." Ash said, barely keeping tears. "Thank you for breakfast."
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Pichu was upstairs, happily eating pokemon food, when Ash came upstairs. Ash jumps on the bed and cried for a few minutes. He knew, unlike at home, he could not cry forever. He sat up, looked at his dirty and torn clothes(Kalos outfit), and looked around the room. There were lots of little things in the small and plain room. He decided to go back to sleep.
This was going to be an interesting stay, but Ash was going to make sure it was short.
