The boy unclipped another of his pokeballs, and threw it. Grime and I watched in anticipation to see which pokemon he would throw.

After a few seconds, we found out. It was a Baltoy. They were Ground/Psychic type and actually originated from Hoenn.

"My strongest pokemon and my starter! Muddy attack!" The Baltoy spun into action.

"Keep distance, and Howl whenever possible! A single Bite afterwards can win the battle!" I yelled. Grime kept on running away from the Baltoy, making sure to not get cornered at the edges of the field.

However, the Baltoy was definitely faster. It moved around while spinning rapidly. Soon enough, Grime was only a meter away, and the Baltoy managed to land a Mud-Slap on Grime.

I gritted my teeth. Mud-Slap didn't do much damage, but it usually decreased the accuracy of the opponent. If 'muddy attack' had meant using a lot of Mud-Slap, I would have to make sure this battle would end as soon as possible.

"Grime! On the offensive now!"

My Poochyena barked and ran at the opposing Baltoy. I crossed my fingers, hoping Grime could land the attack.

It missed. Of course I couldn't rely on luck. The opposing boy laughed, and his Baltoy managed to land another Mud-Slap directly on Grime's face. That would lower his accuracy a lot.

There was only one obvious solution. I returned Grime, and sent out Monotone.

The boy's expression was unreadable. "An Ultra Beast!"

I nodded, and yelled, "Monotone! Move #4 barrage!" I had renumbered the moves after Poipole had learnt Venoshock. Venoshock was the new Move #4.

My Poipole burst into action, expertly dodging the Mud-Slap attacks being sent its way.

"Switch to Psybeam!" The boy yelled as his Baltoy dodged a Venoshock.

I paled, remembering the type disadvantage. "Monotone! Evasive maneuvers! Switch to Peck, despite the risks!" I yelled. Getting in close would hopefully fluster the opponent, such that the Baltoy would have a tough time aiming its Psybeam attacks.

However, as my Poipole floated in closer, the opponent Baltoy used Confusion; A ball of blue light radiated out of the Baltoy and hit Monotone, sending him spiralling down to the ground.

"Monotone!" I yelled with concern and fear.

"Finish it off!" The boy said with a grin. His Baltoy nodded and released a Psybeam at point-blank range on the fallen Poipole, fainting him.

I returned Monotone, and sent Grime back out. Monotone hadn't even gotten a shot in. However, Grime did have a type advantage. Nevertheless, by returning Grime, I didn't just erase the loss of accuracy; I erased the massive boost in attack strength from the Howling.

"My lord! I'm sorry for my earlier failure! I will make it up!" Grime shouted with a bark.

"Then continue with the offensive plan!" I commanded. Grime immediately ran at the Baltoy with renewed energy, who narrowly dodged the Bite. Since Grime was Dark type, the Baltoy's Psychic type moves couldn't do damage. However, those Mud-Slaps still warranted caution.

I watched intently at Grime chased after the Baltoy, who was having difficulty staying out of the way, let alone being able to use any offensive moves of its own.

"Baltoy! Do that move!" The boy yelled. I looked at his face, and even though it was far away, he was far from happy.

My attention snapped back to the battle as a large cloud of dust burst forth with a loud *BOOM* sound. As the dust cleared, both pokemon had fainted.

"You-you used Explosion!" I said, incredulous.

We returned our pokemon, and the boy ran up to me. "My Baltoy was going to lose. Tying is better than winning." And with that said, the boy simply ran off.

It took me a few minutes to realize the situation I was in. Two of my pokemon fainted... well, I wasn't that far into the route. I could always go back along the middle of the path, since wild pokemon didn't seem to stray beyond the edges.

And that's what I did. I retraced my steps back to the pokemon center, angry at the boy, at Unova, and at my Slowpoke. I noticed there were a few people in the lobby.

The nurse greeted me. "Oh yes, the boy who squirted all over his room."

I blushed. "Don't put it like that! It was my pokemon that squirted everywhere! Wait, that doesn't sound any better... whatever. Could you please heal two of my pokemon?"

The nurse nodded and took the balls of Grime and Monotone. I took a seat at the waiting chairs. I was curious; why were there so many trainers in this small town at once?

"Might I ask who you are?" I said to the three kids sitting next to me. They all seemed to be around 16 or 17 years old.

The girl with blonde hair and a green hat said, "Oh! M-my name's Bianca!"

I shook her hand. "Well my name is-"

One of the two other boys cleared his throat. He had dark blue hair that seemed to magically defy gravity in a variety of ways. He also seemed to hold an air of righteous snob, quite the opposite of the other boy, who was ignoring me and doing something on his phone.

The blue haired boy said, "you, kid, are definitely not from Unova. Or this planet, for that matter. Sitting in the same room as you is the esteemed Black, defeator of Team Plasma, elite four me-"

"Cheren, please," the boy who had been on his phone said in an exasperated tone. He put his phone in his pocket and looked at me. His hair was similar to mine, and he had on a red-and-black cap.

"BLACK! THE BLACK!" I yelled, my eyes wide.

"See? You have to be more open, Black. You always keep to yourself, so people don't recognize you easily," Cheren said sternly.

Bianca smiled at me apologetically. "Sorry to bother you, we're just passing by, checking on young trainers and encouraging them. Like you, I think?"

I gaped. "Bother me! No way! You really are Black, the youngest of the current elite four!"

Black averted his gaze, blushing. "Well, I am the weakest of the elite four. I'm probably going to get kicked out in the next tournament..."

"Black! I have a request for you!" I yelled, suddenly remembering my Slowpoke.

Cheren huffed. "Black doesn't have time to spare on signing autogra-"

"No, Cheren! It's fine. We're waiting for our pokemon anyway, it's alright." Black turned to me. "Where do I sign?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't going to ask for a signature... I was wondering if you had any tips for raising a Slowpoke..."

Black rested his chin on his fist. "Well. I would be able to help you more if I knew more about you..."

I smiled. An elite four member wanted to know about me? ME? Well... not bad. "I'm a thirteen year old boy who came from Hoenn, to be more precise, Littleroot Town. I got my starter when a gang of aliens popped out of the sky and gave me this purple Ultra Beast that never shows any expression. Almost never. Then I got this other pokemon while I was covered in the blood of myself and this pokemon - wait no, just my blood, heh heh... no pokemon blood... and yeah, covered in my blood and dirt and I was undergoing mental trauma then a Poochyena attacked me and I was forced to catch it to not get killed by it, and then I got this third pokemon when I teleported to Unova - just by myself, this girl's Gallade separates me from my friends - and I found this thief who randomly threw a Slowpoke's pokeball at me, and now I need help learning how to make him battle ready."

The three teenagers stared at me, their faces blank. I laughed nervously. "Oh yeah, my childhood friend got teleported to Castelia City or something, so I'm on a journey to find him."

"Your pokemon are ready, you three!" The nurse called. It took a few seconds for them to process that. They took their pokemon, then awkwardly sat back down on the waiting seats.

"That seemed too..." Cheren said before trailing off.

"Impossible?" Bianca offered.

Black nodded. "But you looked completely serious when you said it. You're from, Hoenn, huh? Cheren may be racist, but I'm not. I think easterners are just as powerful. I hope you'll go to great heights with your training."

I took a deep breath. "Sorry, I think I left out a few tidbits. So-"

Cheren cleared his throat. "That's enough, young sir. I believe your story, however. You do have a Beast Ball."

I decided to show them Monotone, but then I remembered the nurse had him. "Wait... how do you know that?"

"I watched you walk in," Cheren said, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. He then looked at Black. "If there was an Ultra Wormhole appearing, Black, you should've known about it..."

Black sighed. "Actually, I also got a message about a laser gun being sent to the Pokemon League headquarters. It was apparently recovered near Petalburg City in Hoenn."

I smiled nervously. "I was there when the laser gun was... recovered..."

Black took out his phone and started texting someone. Cheren and Bianca, sitting on either side of him, were looking at the screen. I simply sat there awkwardly, not sure whether I should get up and see what was happening, or just sit there.

A few seconds later, a Bronzong appeared alongside a man with brown hair and inquisitive black eyes. They literally just... appeared in the lobby. And no one else even batted an eye.

"Black, are you sure about this? This boy is valuable?" The man asked. I raised an eyebrow, and for some reason, I felt like running away.

Black nodded, and the man started staring at me. I looked at my feet, avoiding his intense gaze.

"He is from Littleroot Town. He has no friends... except for his pokemon, and one boy who died recently. He is very confused and afraid right now. What he wants most at this point in time... is to run away," The man said.

I looked up at the man's face. He was still staring at me. "Uh..." was all I could manage. "That boy didn't die..."

"I'm sorry. Then he must've run away or something. That's not the point. You, young sir, will come with me to the International Police bureau."

I wiped away sweat from my brow. "Wait, who even are you?"

"He is the top officer of the International Police, Looker."

I sighed, exhausted. Another internationally acclaimed guy? And he wasn't even nice.

"You think I'm not nice," the Looker said. He still hadn't moved any muscles apart from those to speak. His eyes were still trained on me.

I noticed the nurse had my pokemon set on the counter, and was looking at my predicament with a worried expression.

"Young boy, please come with me. I promise, torture is only for those who don't comply. Bianca, don't give me that look. We've only done it three times total to children."

I felt like running away more than ever. I decided that was the best option, and bolted towards my two balls, held them in each hand, with my Slowpoke ball still clipped to my belt, and I ran towards the door.

Two things happened almost right after that. First, a boy opened and ran through the door to the pokemon center, bumping into me with great force. I recognized him as the boy I had tied with in battle. Second, I was enveloped in a bright purple light, along with the Looker and his Bronzong. However, since that other boy was so close to me, he was enveloped in the light as well.

And we all teleported away.

AN: Yes, this viewpoint character gets pulled off in random places all the time. Don't worry though, they won't get teleported that far away... right?

Chapter 13 MC/age/pokemon changes:

New main character: White (age: 17) - pokemon unknown

New main character: Looker (age: 33) - Bronzong, rest of pokemon unknown

Baltoy Boy made into a main character (temporarily) (age: 13) - Baltoy, Nidoran, ?

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Monotone - Peck, Growl, Acid, Venoshock

Grime - Tackle, Howl, Sand Attack, Bite

Slowpoke (not yet nicknamed) - Yawn, Tackle, Growl, Water Gun