Every being in the world perceives all of existence as finite. But finity is merely an illusion; traces within a universe once defined from both the infinite and finite. But the threads lining their cohesion has long since splintered, leaving both to define their own, separate, worlds.
But he wasn't satisfied. His hungering lust for more went unsatiated as his finite being drove him mad. His intangible obscurity had defined finity and nonexistence in harmonious tandem with infinity and existence for a mere transient eternity, and its sudden vacance had riled him into desperation for it. His pleading cries went unheard though as he drifted through his own baren finity. But he steeled his unrelenting resolve as he was at the epicenter of a world defined by finity and nonexistence, counting the finite time till his oppression was revoked.
The finite years turned into finite months, which turned into finite days. He counts, and counts as he patiently longs for his wish of defining the infinite, to rule the world that's rid the finite, and establish it as more than an illusion. He counted the finite days, finite hours, finite minutes. And before long, he'd be counting the finite seconds. He'd get his revenge on the infinity that's wronged him.
"The Pokéathlon will be taking place within the capital." Said a woman, black hair tied into a bun, wearing a dark gray dress, knee-length stockings and black high heels. "The activities will be held in the city center, though the race will go along the river before finishing back at the start."
The woman looked up from her clipboard, staring at a blond haired man, sat at a desk in front of her.
The man appeared young, with a full-grown beard, wearing a black tee, dark blue jeans and gray shoes. "I don't wanna hear a word about me hosting the opening ceremony." His light blue eyes stared apathetically at some papers on his desk, black pen signing his signature with dexterity.
"The event starts in exactly twentynine days and ends after three. The League has arranged an apartment in the vicinity for you to reside in, they want you to show up at least a day early."
The man sighed deeply, "Can't we just call it off, Emilia?"
"You know very well why we can't, Alexander." She walked up to his desk. "You're thirtytwo. You should know how to take responsibility. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when taking responsibilities as a champion."
"First of all, I've already told you to stop calling me by my full name. Secondly, I knew I would be burdened and faced with difficult decisions, but I hadn't the slightest clue that it would be this arduous."
Emilia sighed, "You're hopeless." She said, grabbing a paper from her clipboard and placing it on his desk. "You've yet to revoke Playboy Bunnies's ads. Alexander."
The man glanced at the paper, sighing before resuming his nonchalant signing. On the paper was a title, reading: 'Local Lopunnies Near You!' It continued beneath, reading: 'Bred with the pure desires to breed, these Lopunny's libido goes unrivaled! Have your way with them as they submit to your every desire! If you don't wanna buy them for the purposes of intercourse then don't worry! These Lopunnies are no strangers to the common household chores! What are you waiting for! Get your own playboy bunnies today by calling (Redacted), you will not be disappointed!' At the bottom of the paper was text, written in much smaller font: 'Conceived August the third, two thousand one hundred and forty nine.'
"We got a call from professor Rowan earlier." Said Emilia, flipping through her notes.
"He'll have his starters soon. That man really needs to calm down sometimes."
"It's not about the starters."
"Then what, my dear assistant?"
"A wild…Ursaluna?" The man's eyes snapped to his assistant. "Said something about it rampaging through the forest. He'd delay putting up the barrier again it seems. That sloth."
Alexander jumped out of his seat, quickly making his way to the office doors. "Hurry! Who knows what's happened to him."
"Wait, hold on. What's an Ursaluna?"
"Hurry, damnit!"
"How old are you?" Asked the professor, typing away at his keyboard.
"Fifteen." Rowan's fingers halted as he stared at Andrew bewildered. The young man gave a nervous laugh, "What'cha looking at me like that for? Did I say something off?"
"I don't believe for a second that you're fifteen, lad."
"Well you're gonna have to fill out my trainer info somehow. Either you acknowledge it as complete bullshit, or you wipe that stumped expression off your face and get typing."
"Lad, you're one eighty centimeters and far more mature than other people your age."
"Sorry, I was born with the imperial system." The professor placed his head into his hands, sighing deeply. Andrew chortled, "Nah, just kidding. I know my way around the metric system."
Rowan sighed sarcastically, "Thank the Alpha Pokémon! I thought you were Unovan for a second."
"Oh I am. Thanks for expressing your concern though." The professor cackled into his hand. Andrew had checked on the world map previously, and figured that Unova was this world's equivalent of the US. "I'll admit the metric system is superior though."
"So there is reason within your country, I see."
"Guns are a solution to our problems!" He shouted, throwing his fist into the air.
"A menace to society." The professor typed along with his own words.
"Hey! Guns might be a tad patriotic, but they're also liberal."
"You're not wrong. They're not any less dangerous because of it though."
"What do you have to say about walls then?"
"Wouldn't surprise me if those things crumbled if you so much as looked at them the wrong way."
"Oh come on, our walls are not that brittle."
"They're made of either lath or drywall. You can literally punch through them with your bare hands."
"You dare insult the ingenious architectural design of our walls? You foreign people and your exotic plaster walls. You just shy away from our inventions cause you want to prove your own as superior. But all you are is blind to greatness."
"Your supposed greatness has taken the form of a thin, brittle piece of crumbling wood."
"A thin, brittle piece of crumbling wood that's prosperous."
"Yeah, thanks for the offer. But I'll be sticking with the trusty old plaster."
"Have my words fallen upon deaf ears."
"No, but our little banter is getting rather tiresome. And if you wish for your trainer card, then by all means; Shut up!"
Roughly a half hour later, the two stood by a printer, waiting for Andrew's trainer card to get printed.
"And that car wasn't cheap, I'll tell ya. Sometimes it feels like they're grabbing my money right outta my pockets." Said Rowan, bringing his cup to his lips.
"How much did it cost?"
"Hundreds of thousands of pokédollars, all down the drain. And I still have to pay monthly fees just to keep it. Liberal stupidity if you ask me."
The horrible sound of the machine stopped suddenly. "Is it done?"
"No. I pulled the cord out." He took another sip of his coffee as Andrew stared at him quizzically. "What do you think? Of course it's done."
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Like my obvious sarcasm didn't give it away."
"You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world."
"You think I'm that stupid."
"Yes."
"Well I'm not."
"Sure thing, mr. we're out of starters."
"Shut up!" He grabbed the trainer ID, handing it to Andrew. "Here's your card."
"Don't I need a pokédex as well?"
The professor pointed at the young man as though he was gonna say something. He spun on his heel, "We'll get there."
"I feel like Aluette's pokéball is fairly vital too."
"We'll get there!"
Several kilometers away from the establishment, police cars raced along the suburban roads, ambulances trailing closely behind along with a firetruck or two. Amongst the emergency vehicles drove a white van, with text at the rear, reading: 'POKÉMON WELFARE'. The sirens were off as they flew across the open fields of the countryside.
A radio call resonated within the frontmost police car, "Sirens on. We're coming up on a small town. I repeat, sirens on." The voice thumped the two policemen's eardrums as the buzzing feed crackled with static. The large, quadrupedal Pokémon in the trunk of the vehicle barked in complaint. The face and lower back of the Pokémon was covered in white fur, sharply transitioning to yellow at its abdomen and chest. Its legs were covered in black fur, protruding about a decimeter or two out of its joints. Its thick, black and yellow tail swooshed back and forth in a perturbed manner, an electric current building up behind it.
Red and blue light shone across the car's surface, sirens blaring as the man in the passenger seat turned around and whistled at the Pokémon, "Calm down. It's just a radio." A tad bit of fear could be discerned in his voice.
"Fret not, man." Said the driver, removing the tobacco under his lip and placing it in an old tobacco can. "Nothin' bad's gonna happen."
"Don't you remember what happened last time? Our old Hounburst fried the engine. The car battery was this close to saying boom."
"It didn't though!" The passenger heaved a sigh, thudding his head against the dashboard. The driver giggled, "Don't worry, man." He turned off the sirens as they exited the small town. "They've put some stuff in the back to redirect the electricity into the ground since then. I'd be more afraid of a collision if I were you." He grinned in amusement before slamming the breaks as he saw an object, about the size of a small dog, move towards them in the peripheral of his vision. An elk-like Pokémon flew past, mere centimeters away from the front windshield as it bashed its front leg into the hood of the car. It ran off before either of the two got a good look at it.
"Was that a Sawsbuck?" The passenger asked, staring out the window with wide eyes.
"No. Too small I think."
"Deerling?"
"Not nearly lithe enough." The driver squinted as he inspected the Pokémon before it disappeared into the large foliage of the forest about half a kilometer away. "Was its horns made of stone?"
"I think so too. What do you think it was?"
"No idea. I've never seen anything like it before."
Smoke emitted out of the small gaps of the hood as they exited the car, a dent running from the outside mirror to the headlight. The inner workings of the car were exposed to the airy breeze as they lifted the hood. Large plumes of smoke billowed upwards as the two policemen examined the damage.
"Engines busted…again." Said the driver. The other man turned away from the horrid smell of the car, sighing deeply. "Hey! It's far from the worst thing that could've happened."
"Oh yeah, definitely." Said the other man in exasperation. "It surely couldn't have gone worse than this!"
One of the ambulances drove up to the quarreling men, lowering the passenger window. "Call a tow truck, and patrol the area while you wait." One of the firemen called out. "We'll head to the professor's laboratory."
"What about the Pokémon?"
"We'll call for a Pokémon welfare team to handle it. Our current operation is far more dire."
The firemen rolled up the window and drove past before either of the two men had a chance to speak. The other emergency vehicles raced by as Hounburst walked up to the side of both men.
The driver ran a finger across the buckled surface of the car. He whistled, "Hey, Hounburst!" The dog-like Pokémon snapped to attention, "Locate the Pokémon."
Hounburst sniffed the man's crimson colored finger, electricity running across its body as it dashed towards the forest. "Come on, let's go!" He called out, jogging towards the Hound Pokémon.
"Where are we going?" Asked the other man. "They told us to patrol the area, and await the tow truck."
"We're gonna search for the Pokémon. Come on!"
"But they told us to-" The other man had already ran half the distance to the forest, ignoring his words. "Wait!" The man shouted, running towards the other two.
High above their heads was a large Pokémon, racing across the light blue sky. Its wings spanned a few meters in length, cutting through the air like a razor. Purple, black and green scales ran across its body, each one clanging against another as its large, ovular ears resonated, sending light sound waves in front of it. Strong winds sent waves through its white mane as its long tail moved up and down along with its wings.
It flapped its wings a bit aggressively as it pierced through the sky. "Easy, Echo!" Shouted Alexander, firmly grasping Echo's mane. "Don't rush it, we'll get there soon!"
Echo was fortunately able to hear his trainer over the howling winds, looking back at the man, and nodding, "Noivern!" He shouted, nodding affirmatively.
"Are we there yet?" Screamed Emilia, grabbing around Alexander's waist securely, tightly pulling herself into his back.
"Soon! It's only a few kilometers left!" The man shouted over his shoulder.
"Can we land sooner!" Pleaded Emilia, tightening her grip on Alexander's waist. "I really don't like heights!"
The man grinned mischievously, "You heard her Echo! To the ground we go!"
The Sound Wave Pokémon cried out in excitement before bringing his wings into his body, barrel rolling as he aimed his trajectory straight towards the earth.
The woman screamed as they passed through the cold, howling wind at terminal velocity.
Noivern drew out his wings, catching the wind as the force of gravity diverted to horizontal momentum. They hardly grazed the treetops of the forest as they continuously gained altitude.
"You having fun?" Alexander shouted, snickering as Emilia's grip tightened further.
"Don't you dare ever pull such a maneuver again!"
"So we're not landing then!"
"Arceus no! I don't wanna be anywhere near the ground till we've arrived!"
"Alright Echo!" Said the man, tightening his grip on the Sound Wave Pokémon's mane. "Full speed ahead!"
The Pokémon's yellow eyes glistened as he twirled his tail in circles, causing a strong wind to blow behind them, propelling them through the air at nearly mach speeds.
Emilia continued to shout her complaints as they soon arrived at the professor's laboratory.
Landing at the front entrance, Alexander jumped off the Sound Wave Pokémon, presenting the woman with a hand. Emilia ignored his gesture, "I can do it myself." She said, shakily jumping off the Pokémon. The man chuckled as she struggled to find balance, moving closer to provide support. The woman put up a hand though, "Don't!" Alexander shrugged, walking up to the set of double doors.
The doors swung open before he could knock, revealing a man with white hair, and a lab coat draped over his shoulders. "Alexander!" Said the professor, "Come in, come in! Don't just stand there."
Alexander stared at the man with a bewildered expression. How could he be so calm at a time like this?
Rowan glanced back at the two, walking into the kitchen, "What do I have the honors of meeting the champion himself?"
Alexander sighed, "I've already told you. Just call me-whatever! Let's just get to the point." Concern lined his face as he gazed into the professor's eyes. "Where's the Ursaluna?"
Rowan hesitated, glancing around at anything that wasn't the man in front of him.
"Rowan!" The champion called out, observing the widening eyes of the professor as they scanned the main corridor of the building. He trailed Rowan's gaze, quickly snatching a pokéball from his belt as he spotted the fearsome beast. To his horror the Ursaluna was closely following a young man (beside him a Fennekin), heading in their direction. "Kid, watch out!" The champion shouted, throwing the ball and calling out a command as the others stared in anticipation.
He echoed out into oblivion as the finite moments passed. His oppressive world oscillated at unfamiliar frequencies as he, for the first time within the confines of his finite reality, observed the world of infinity. It was beautiful; the never ending expanse of eternal silence lulled his finite being. Eternity was finally within his firm grasp. The omnipotent existence that had wronged him would shortly be at his mercy as he'd rule both realms, conform both to how he envisioned it.
His divine being reached further and further beyond the veil, slowly stitching infinity and finity together; threads lining their cohesion as each realm worked to encompass one another. He stitched and stitched as he intruded upon the infinite with careful dexterity.
He explored the infinite realm further. He observed the bulging masses, the abstract shapes. The arbitrary patterns intrigued him. Their erratic nature was calculated, decisive. A reality so infinite was somehow not endless. How come all these possibilities were finite? A supposed loophole was surprising to him. But then he saw it: The infinite to infinity. He'd merely been exploring one infinity amongst an infinite amount of infinities. It would seem that he'd be forced to take over one infinity at a time; fine by him.
He further traversed the infinity. He observed life. Living creatures embedded onto the surface of a rounded mass. Horizontal rotation shifted light across the mass's surface. The lightless side did not fall beneath a shadow though as small sources of light shone across its surface, dispersing as the light slowly brightened the sphere. The light scattered eventually, shadow draped across its surface as the sources of light appeared once more. The entrancing sight was not the main focus of his attentive gaze though.
His divine gaze closely examined the shifting masses within the mass, observing as life draped across the sphere like a blanket. The ocean, the forests, the tundras, the mountains, even the sky was home to these creatures. Carnage laid across the surface of the mass as the hunters of each ecosystem thrived. But karma struck, even the strongest of foes as death rid them of their lowly existence, making for further nutritional supplement that scattered the sphere. The whole mass was painted red, tattered carcasses lining each biome, more so than the living. And yet he found it to be the most gorgeous sight he'd ever bestowed his gaze upon.
But one of these feeble creatures stood out to him more than the others. A 'man'. A 'man' more powerful than the other terrestrials. He didn't linger though as he craved fruition. Unbeknownst to him was the role that the 'man' would play in his plans.