One day Ash, Brock and Misty were heading to another far off city in their quest to be non-annoying preteens when a new pokemon jumped out of the brush ahead of them. It was tall and thin and covered in black fur. There was red fur on its arms and it had a short tail.
"What is that?" wondered Ash Ketchum, The-Boy-Who-Is-Always-THE-one.
He pulled out his pokedex.
"No data available," siad the talking machine.
"Well I'm gonna catch it." he said, pulling out an empty ball. It never occured to him that pokemon weren't things to collect.
The pokemon turned to face them and Ash saw it was holding a knife.
"Hey, it's got a knife!" squealed Misty, ducking for cover.
"I am Emomon. And the world sucks. Leave me alone," said the pokemon mournfully. It dragged the knife across its arms and sighed as it began to recite a poem.
"I am emo
Yes I am
I like thinking
the world is a sham
No one understands me
I never get any closure
So I think I'll content myself
With being a poser"
"That didn't even make any sense. I dunno if you wanna catch that one Ash. I just might have to strangle it," said Brock thoughtfully.
"POSER!! RUN AWAY!" yelled Ash, startled. Pikachu yelled out in terror and the rest of them ran away.
Emomon sighed again.
"Typical."
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