Notes- I hope the much shorter time lapse between chapter releases sat better with you guys! Great to get out another chapter this quickly! I hope everyone has had an excellent fall and early winter! Mine has been busy but productive! We pick up this Chapter with Chris preparing for the Bug Catching Contest. What competition and potential dangers will await him in there? Read on to find out! Please Review and Subscribe! Hope you enjoy!


Chapter 20

The sound of an alarm shattered the tranquil morning air. A hand swung into the air and came down on the device admitting the frequency. A young man sat up slowly and looked around at his foggy surroundings. The sound of his alarm had stirred the Pokémon in the trees nearby, causing even more of a commotion.

"Time to get ready guys," Chris lightly shook his Pokémon.

Nidorino bounced up in attention as Quilava and Golbat followed more slowly. Chris could tell that his Pokémon had enjoyed sleeping outdoors again. Depending on the length of the Bug Catching Contest, the group might end up sleeping outside once more.

"Almost finished," Chris rolled up his sleeping bag and placed it back in his backpack. The trainer threw water on the remaining coals before checking his Pokégear. "We have about half an hour until the contest starts. Better get a move on."

The group continued north along the foggy route. Chris could see the route exit growing larger with every step, making him hopeful that they would arrive early. Chris noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and was shocked to find dozens of people following behind him closely. The trainer could make out individual articles of clothing that all seemed to revolve around the Bug Catching Contest. Many of the people carried lawn chairs and coolers.

"Are these participants or fans?" Chris shook his head in confusion. The team finally reached the exit, and Chris returned his Pokémon to their capture devices as a precaution.

The trainer stepped through the building's entrance and found himself being ushered to the right side of a large lobby.

"All Bug Catching participants please form a line here," a man dressed in official attire pointed towards a roped off area.

Chris jumped into the quickly growing line and checked his Pokégear. "Already almost eight," Chris held back a yawn and gripped a Poké Ball in his hand tightly. Quilava's type advantage would provide invaluable in overpowering and capturing an excellent Bug Pokémon. The trainer wanted to keep his newly evolved Pokémon in a rhythm. "We have to keep getting better each day."

"Each participant may only use one Pokémon!" the head official announced, much to Chris' surprise. This information changed everything, and Chris quickly had to reconsider his strategy.

"The grass may be really thick," the trainer put away Quilava's Poké ball. "If I'm going to catch the best Pokémon, I've got to be able to see where they reside." Chris knew that Golbat's aerial view was more important than Quilava's strength. Golbat also carried a type advantage against the Bug type he would be hunting. "But his wing may still be damaged from yesterday..." Chris would have to assess the Bat Pokémon's progress.

"Here come the Sport Balls!" a trainer in front of Chris announced.

"Excuse me," Chris tapped the young man on the shoulder, "what are Sport Balls?"

"Ah, your first contest!" The trainer was significantly shorter than Chris and a thin layer of black hair rested on his head. He appeared to be around Chris' age. "My name is Daniel!"

"I'm Chris and it's nice to meet you," Chris quickly blew by the introductions. "So what are Sport Balls?"

"Oh, sorry," Daniel let out an embarrassed laugh. "I get side tracked sometimes! You really must forgive me." The trainer seemed to catch the exasperated look on Chris' face. "Right. Well, Sport Balls are the Poké balls they give us to use in the contest."

"We can't use our own?"

"Nah," Daniel chuckled. "Each participant is given twenty Sport Balls so that everyone is on an equal playing field. This also means there is a limit to how many chances you get at capturing these Pokémon."

"Twenty Poké balls seems like plenty," Chris reasoned. "I mean, these are Bug types we're talking about!"

"You'd be surprised at how resilient these Bug Pokémon are," the other trainer replied. He brought out a capture device that was identical to the one Jacob had brandished the day before. "I caught a Butterfree in the last contest, but it took me six Park Balls to bring it in."

"Wow." Before Chris could inquire further, he was handed a large number and a bag of Sport Balls.

"Place the Contestant number on your chest to verify that you are a participant!" he heard a voice shout.

"This place is crazy," Chris spoke aloud as dozens of people scrambled around him.

"If you think this is chaotic, just wait until the contest begins!" Daniel seemed alive with excitement. Stick close to me once the contest begins and I'll show ya some locations to hunt in peace!"

"Sounds like a plan!" Chris shouted over the sudden cheers that came from in front of him.

The doors leading out to the National Park were opened and the line began to move forward. Chris and Daniel followed the contestants out into the sunlit park.

"Darn," Chris had to shield his eyes as the duo entered into the sunny area. "That fog cleared out quick." Chris did his best through squinted eyes to follow where Daniel was going.

As they ran, the trainer noticed dozens of trainers racing through the grass around them, attempting to encounter any Pokémon they could find.

"Keep following!" Daniel shouted over the chaos. "These guys have no idea where to really look."

"I take it you've done this several times before?"

Daniel looked back at Chris and grinned. "Two time competitor, one time champion!"

"Nice!" Chris felt a smirk come to his face. Good fortune had paired him up with this trainer.

The duo ran for a short while longer until Daniel suddenly took a sharp left turn into a patch of tall bushes. Chris did his best to quickly turn and dart through the path his fellow trainer had made.

"Sorry about not warning you," Chris heard Daniel apologize from somewhere within the foliage. "I'm not used to having someone with me."

"So what now?" Chris asked in a slightly skeptical voice. The trainer couldn't see anything past the bushes around him.

"We split up and catch some Bug Pokémon of course!"

Chris had to laugh at the trainer's short handed response. At least he wasn't getting sidetracked. "How am I suppose to find any Pokémon through all this cover?"

"Use your ears!" Daniel answered, his voice much more distant than before.

"Gotcha," Chris mumbled hesitantly.

The trainer slowed his breathing and perked his ears up to listen for any nearby movement. Chris was shocked to hear the crunching of grass to his left. The sound was very close and Chris wasted no time in leaping through the grass. The trainer found himself in a more open area, staring down a lowly Weedle. The tiny bug looked up at Chris quizzically.

"Was that guy messing with me?" Chris shook his head. "Tells me about a secret spot and it turns out to just have a Weedle in it."

Chris was lost in his frustration and took his eyes off the Bug Pokémon. The trainer heard the sound of movement in front of him and noticed that Weedle had begun to charge angrily.

"Oh no."

Chris had no time to bring out a team member and was forced to flee for his life. The trainer continued to sprint until he no longer heard movement behind him.

"Let's ensure that doesn't happen again," Chris tossed Golbat's Poké ball into the air and the Bat Pokémon burst into the sky. "How's that wing treating you?"

The Bat Pokémon displayed his injured wing, which Chris was happy to see was already almost healed.

"That potion really did the trick," Chris now felt better about using the Poison-type. "Would you care to be an extra set of eyes for me up there?" Despite the sunlight on his back, the Bat Pokémon nodded. "Thank you!"

The sun continued to rise overhead as Chris searched tirelessly for any Bug Pokémon he could find. Golbat pointed out movement in certain areas from overhead, but outside of a couple of encounters with weaker bugs, Chris' searched had proved unsuccessful. The trainer heard a voice speak over a nearby intercom, announcing that the contest would be over in ten minutes.

"Fly a little bit higher Golbat," Chris directed. "I need you to see as much of the park as possible."

As the Bat Pokémon raised his altitude, something shot into the air from the grass next to Chris.

"Head's up!" Chris shouted.

Golbat twisted his body to the left, dodging a swipe from a wild Scyther's bladed arm. Before Chris could take hold of the situation, the Scyther struck with his other claw, slashing deep into Golbat's side.

"Knock him off with Wing Attack!" Chris screamed out of instinct.

Somehow the Bat Pokémon managed to raise his wings and bring them together against the Bug Pokémon's skull. This blow seemed to rattle Scyther and it jarred Golbat loose from his opponent's grasp. Scyther's attack seemed to have been a critical hit though, as Golbat quickly began losing altitude.

"Follow up with Crunch!" Chris tried to slide into his battle mindset. He did not want to lose hold of this dangerous situation.

Golbat lashed out and sunk his fangs into the still stunned foe. The attack seemed to do a significant amount of damage, as Scyther did not counter the blow.

"Time for capture!" Chris grabbed a Sport Ball from his bag and launched it at the immobilized Bug type. The device bounced off Scyther's back and opened up, dematerializing the Mantis Pokémon into the ball. Chris watched the Sport Ball fall with anxious thoughts running rampant in his mind. The capture device fell into the bushes to the left of Chris and the trainer quickly raced off to find it.

"Come to me Golbat!" Chris called to his injured Pokémon as he ran, knowing that the Bat Pokémon needed healing immediately.

The trainer pushed through a thick layer of brush and found the Sport Ball on the ground before him. As he went to pick it up, he felt a chill rush down his neck; the Sport Ball was open. Chris' head snapped upward. "Golbat-"

A shadow fell over the Bat Pokémon, but Golbat did not realize the danger he was in. Chris brought out the Poison-type's Poké ball and activated the return function on the device. As the red beam shot towards Golbat, Scyther suddenly increased his speed. Chris in horror, recognized the Mantis Pokémon's move as Pursuit and the trainer suddenly realized that the return beam would not reach his friend in time.

"Scy!" The bipedal insectoid smashed into Golbat's back with his full body. Chris felt his teeth grind together as Golbat fell limply into the head-high growth nearby.

The trainer rushed through the grass, pushing through row after row of bushes. The trainer soon found himself in the same small clearing he had encountered before. There, he found his Pokémon shaking on the ground with Scyther standing victorious over top.

Chris wasn't sure what compelled him to take his next course of action. In fact, if you asked him after the incident how he could justify his decision, the trainer would have honestly shrugged. In that moment, Chris felt a sudden heat explode in his chest and the trainer took off in a full sprint towards the Bug Pokémon. Golbat's previous attack to Scyther's skull appeared to have momentarily impaired the creature's hearing, as the Mantis Pokémon did not notice Chris' approach from his blindside. The trainer lunged forward, throwing his entire weight behind the tackle.

"Scy!" the Bug Pokémon roared in surprise as Chris' attack sent both of them crashing to the ground.

Chris stumbled back to his feet and backed quickly away as Scyther slowly stood back up.

"Why not?" the trainer said aloud as he brought out another Sport Ball. "How about now?!"

Chris launched the device at Scyther who had still not regained his bearings. Before the device could make contact with the dual type Pokémon, the mantis brought a bladed arm up and smacked the Sport Ball away.

"Oh."

Chris looked back at Golbat who was still trying to make it to his feet. He needed to return his injured Pokémon before it was too late. A vibrating sound caught Chris' attention and he looked back towards Scyther. Chris' green eyes locked with Scyther's blue as the trainer found the Mantis Pokémon before him. Chris could see a look of interest in the Bug Pokémon's eyes as he brought back a lethal appendage.

"Get out of here Golbat!" Chris shouted as the Mantis Pokémon swung a scythe towards the trainer. The trainer brought his arms up to block, fully aware of how little protection they would provide.

A purple blur shot over Chris' shoulder and into his view. A metallic sound echoed out as Sycther's claw met something equally as durable. Chris quickly blinked twice and looked down to see what had saved him. A strange looking, four-winged creature had latched on to Sycther's blade and refused to let go. Chris recognized the purple hue of the Pokémon and looked over his shoulder to verify his hunch.

"It's you," Chris grinned, seeing an empty space where Golbat had previously been. "You've evolved."

The trainer turned back around to what he now knew was his Crobat, fending off the Mantis Pokémon. The Bat Pokémon was even larger now and his four wings seemed to have added an incredible speed that Scyther could not keep up with. The Bug type continued to swing away at Crobat, who nimbly dodged the attacks with minimal effort. Chris noticed the Poison type cast a glance towards him, causing the trainer to realize that his Pokémon was waiting for him to take control of the situation.

"Excellent job, G-Crobat!" Chris knew there would be time for thank you's later. The contestant's time was almost up. "Take the offensive with Crunch!"

The Bat Pokémon dove beneath Syther's extended arm and drove his fangs deep into the mantis' neck. As Chris went to follow up the move, Crobat seemed to sense his trainer's thoughts and released his grip on the weakened opponent. As Crobat spun to deliver a blow with his wings, Chris suddenly got flashbacks of his battle with Bugsy. The situation was eerily similar. Chris watched as Crobat's attack drilled Sycther's already damaged head, sending the Bug-type careening towards the ground.

"Oh shoot," Chris realized that he needed to have a Sport Ball at the ready. He withdrew one device and drew back to throw it at the falling Pokémon, but paused. "Too risky." The trainer didn't trust his ability to hit the moving creature with the capture device. Instead, Chris sprinted through the grass to the spot where Sycther was about to land. Chris burst through a large patch of grass and found the Scyther unresponsive on the ground.

"Please work this time," Chris tossed the device at his opponent and unknowingly backed away as the Pokémon was absorbed into the Sport Ball. The trainer heard Crobat fly to his side, but the trainer's eyes were locked onto the shaking capture device. Would three Sport Balls really not be enough? After several more tense seconds the device stopped moving and Chris finally exhaled.

"Just like we planned!" Chris embraced his Pokémon, and was overjoyed to have the usually antisocial bat return the affection. The duo continued their hugging competition until a buzzer sounded over the intercom.

"All contestants please report to the center fountain!"

"Let's go Crobat!" Chris swiped his new capture as he and his Pokémon sprinted through the grass. After a short time they emerged onto a cleared path. The trainer could make out the fountain in the distance and the pair rushed to the meeting point.

By the time they arrived at the lavish fountain, it was clear that Chris was the last participant to return. He was quickly ushered into the end of the long line of competitors.

"Now that everyone has arrived," a hint of annoyance rested in the official's voice, most likely due to Chris' delay, "we will begin comparing the captured Pokémon!"

One by one, each competitor stepped forward and released their Pokémon for observation. The Pokémon varied greatly, with Chris making note of powerful looking creatures like Beedril, Buttefree, and Pinsir. Several judges looked over each Pokémon, measuring skull size as well as wing span for Flying types.

"They like to do these in-depth analysis to get a good feel of how well the Pokémon are thriving in the park," Chris heard a woman nearby say.

Chris felt that this sort of competition was something that benefited both Pokémon and people. Not only were these Bug-types given a well-preserved, bountiful environment to live in, but they also had a chance of teaming up with a trainer to reach their full potential. More places and events like this needed to be created.

The trainer noticed Daniel step forward and he remembered that the trainer was the current defending champion. What creature could he have uncovered in the dangerous grass he had led Chris in to? The trainer released the Pokémon out of its Sport Ball and Chris almost did a double take.

"I'd say it's pretty impressive for its size," Daniel chuckled as he nodded at the Weedle that had emerged from the device.

"Slightly above average at best," one of the female judges grinned with Daniel, leading Chris to believe they knew each other.

After several more Pokémon were judged, it was finally time for Chris to step forward. The trainer was feeling less than confident after admiring the quality of many of his competitors. Taking a deep breath, Chris released his Scyther from his device. As the Mantis Pokémon emerged, Chris said a quick prayer that he would not be cut in two.

Much to his relief, Scyther slowly turned back to the trainer and nodded. He had earned the Bug/Flying-type's respect.

"Nice!" Chris heard several people around him whispering words of praise about his captured Pokémon as the judges began to look him over. The more Chris thought about it, he did not remember seeing any of the other trainer's with a Scyther. Perhaps it was a rarity, leading to extra points for Chris. The trainer was willing to remain slightly optimistic.

"Average size," Chris heard one judge announce as she measured the Pokémon's abdomen.

"Average?" Chris repeated back in shock. "You mean there are Scyther that are larger than this?"

"Oh absolutely," another judge, this one male, answered. "There are Scyther here that are as tall as you!"

"My gosh," Chris shuddered at the thought of a 6' 2" mantis. His five foot tall Pokémon was all he needed.

After marking down several notes on a clip board, the judges returned to their position by the fountain, where they handed over a slip of paper to the official.

"Here are the results!" Chris felt himself lean forward as the man cleared his throat. "In third place, we have participant number sixty!"

Chris looked around, waiting for someone to step forward, but several seconds passed without any movement.

"Would number sixty PLEASE step forward!?"

Chris glanced down at the number on his chest and suddenly realized that he held the magic number. The trainer sprinted towards the official with his Pokémon in tow, silently berating himself for not paying attention to his number when he first received it. Chris knew that the official was probably sick of waiting on the trainer by now, and so he quickly accepted the berry and third place ribbon. The trainer kept his head low and quickly walked back to his place in line. Once the trainer was sure that everyone's attention had diverted from him, he let loose a fist pump and gave Crobat a high five.

"Welcome to the team Scyther!" Chris extended a hand. The Mantis Pokémon raised an eyebrow, and Chris quickly realized how dangerous of a thing he had just suggested. "Good point." Chris let out a nervous chuckle. "Definitely don't want those scythes anywhere near me."

"Second place belongs to number fifty-nine!"

Daniel jumped forward from the line and raced up to the official, with his Weedle in tow.

"No way."

The young man took his berry and locked hands with the announcer. "I knew this little guy was special when I first laid eyes on him!"

Chris cast a glance at his Scyther. Hopefully the Mantis Pokémon wouldn't take this as a blow to his pride.

"And finally," the official cleared is throat, "first place belongs to... contestant number nine!"

A portly looking young man stepped forward, and after making sure everyone was watching, began to strut towards the officials. Chris did not recognize the Bug Pokémon that was flying directly behind him. Pulling out his Pokédex, Chris' device quickly identified the brightly colored bug as Volbeat, a Hoenn region native. The trainer figured its rarity might have won over the judges.

As the young man stepped up to receive his prize, he turned to the line of contestants. He tilted his head back, as if looking down on his competitors, and adjusted his glasses. "My name is Dobbs. You don't need to know my first name and you don't need to know where I'm from. I'm just here to let you know that you'll be seeing more of me in the future."

"This must be where all the wackos come to receive fame," Chris shook his head in disbelief.

"Sir," the official handed Dobbs a rare looking stone, "if you would be so kind as to return to the line."

"I defeated this powerful creature with my more powerful Machoke," the young man squatted down, his visible stomach lurching outward. He ran a hand through his short, spiked brown hair. "We got it in a powerful Submission attack. From there, we choked em out!"

The announcer motioned to security who proceeded to grab the young man's arms.

"Finally," Dobbs continued as he was pulled away, "I tossed one Sport Ball and took care of business. Be afraid-"

"Sorry about that folks," the announcer hastily apologized, covering up the continued dialogue of the victor. "The Bug Catching Contest can sometimes bring out the more strange side of individuals."

Understatement of the year, Chris thought.

"Thank you to all who participated in today's event!" A small round of applause started up. "And can we give a big thank you to all those who prepared today's contest!"

After more applause, the contest was officially over. The contestants were encouraged to roam around the park and enjoy the festivities. A multitude of people had spread out around the park and were grilling food and handing out free waters. Chris had other ideas however, and made a beeline towards Daniel.

"I can't believe it man," Chris called to the trainer as he approached. "Beaten by a Weedle. Congrats man."

"Thanks," Daniel chuckled. He lifted up the Pokémon that had secured him second. "How could I not do well with a stud like this?"

Chris noticed something as he looked over the Bug-type. "Wait a minute," Chris looked closer and saw a fierce anger in Weedle's eyes that stopped the trainer's heart. "Keep that thing away from me!" Chris fell backwards as the larva swung its horn at the trainer.

"Woah!" Daniel returned Weedle to its Park Ball and helped the trainer up. "What's going on?"

"We've met before," Chris let out a sigh. "During the contest that critter tried to chase me down!"

"She's got some spunk!" Daniel grinned. "I like that in my Pokémon!"

"Doesn't hurt you, I guess," Chris eyed the Sport Ball closely. "Anyway, what about that nut job who won first?"

"By nut job, I take it you mean genius?" An all-to-familiar voice came from behind Chris.

The trainer turned and was met by the stocky victor himself. Chris could see now that Dobbs was actually very close to him height and not nearly as overweight as he had first thought.

"Hello Dobbs," Daniel greeted calmly, in a knowing voice.

"How's it going broski?" The trainer shook hands with Daniel. "Been a while since our last contest."

"Broski?" The term brought a confused smile to Chris' face. "You're quite unique."

"It's one of my many goals in life," Dobbs eyed the trainer closely. "I'm never going to establish myself as one of the greatest figures of all time by being dull and complacent."

"I guess not," Chris extended a hand.

Dobbs glanced down at the trainer's hand and then back at Chris' face. "You've got to earn it."

"Earn your handshake?"

"I only have respect for victors," Dobbs seemed to enjoy seeing Chris' perplexed expression. "I won here today and Daniel has won before."

"That's an intriguing philosophy," Chris could not take offense to such a dynamic individual. "One I can respect, albeit not fully understand."

"You'll get there one day bro," Dobbs nodded, as if already knowing the future.

"Quite a festival they have going on today," Daniel decided to change subjects. "I don't think I've ever seen it this crowded before."

"You'd think the hot weather would deter a lot of folks," Chris added, staring out at the crowds in lawn chairs.

"There are a lot of regulars here," Dobbs added. "They've been toughened up this summer." The victorious contestant wiped sweat from his forehead. "I think I've earned a drink break with some of them."

"Before you go," Chris had to ask, "where are you heading next?"

"I'll probably head straight for Ecruteak City once I take a well deserved nap," Dobbs yawned loudly.

"That's where I'm headed," Chris wasn't sure why his mind was working towards this question. "Would you wanna travel together?"

"Sorry bro," the victorious contestant raised his eyebrows and frowned, "I travel solo."

Chris should have expected that answer. The trainer decided on something else. "How about we battle it out in Ecruteak?"

"A battle?" Chris noticed the young man mumble those words beneath his breath. Dobbs looked over Crobat and Scyther, who were currently resting behind Chris. He brought up three fingers. "In three days, bro."

"Sounds like a plan," Chris nodded. "Will a battle in front of the Brass Tower work for you?"

"I've never been to Ecruteak personally," Dobbs reluctantly admitted. "So I'm obviously not very familiar with the area. However, I will be there at noon!"

"I'll be there," Chris looked over at Daniel, who couldn't hold back a grin. "Anything you'd like to add?"

"Nah bro," Daniel answered in a mimicking tone. "I won't be heading that way. I'll leave the high-noon showdown to you cowboys."

"Your loss," Dobbs quickly replied, smirking as he turned from the two men and walked away. "I'll see ya in a few days Clay!"

"It's Chris!" the young man from Cherrygrove corrected with a shout. Chris turned back to Daniel and shook his head. "Your friend is a piece of work."

"I never said he was my friend!" Daniel smiled. "I really just wanted to sit back and watch that exchange. He has a way of getting under people's skin if you couldn't tell."

"It'd be insufferable if he wasn't so outrageously confident," Chris looked around at the growing crowd of visitors around them. "I thought this place was packed when the contest started. It's like a festival out here!"

"Yeah," Daniel glanced back over his shoulder to a park exit, "I usually don't stay this late after the contest. Last thing I want is to battle the crowd's inside a relaxing park."

"I feel that," Chris shuddered, thinking back to the madness that was Goldenrod City traffic. The trainer could tell Daniel was itching to head back towards Route thirty-five. "Hey man, it was great meeting ya."

"Same," Daniel replied, shaking Chris' hand. "I've got a feeling we may see each other next year around the time of the Silver Conference."

"Absolutely," Chris now knew he was dealing with a serious trainer. "I'll see ya there."

As the two trainers headed in opposite directions, Chris took a look at his newly evolved Crobat. The Bat Pokémon was keeping up with Chris and Scyther fine, but the trainer could see a grimace on the creature's face. "Return Scyther." Chris returned the Bug type to his Sport Ball. "I didn't want to make it awkward for Scyther by treating the injuries he gave you in front of him. Let's get those cuts taken care of."

Chris sprayed down the gashes on Crobat's body with a potion and wiped the dry blood off with a disinfectant wipe. Chris knew Scyther's blades were sharp, but seeing his Pokémon cut up like this brought a very unsettling thought into his mind. "What would a high-leveled, well-trained Pokémon have done to you?" Chris made sure his question wasn't heard by his injured Pokémon. The trainer may have finally begun to truly bond with his team, but they were still not strong. That would take time.

"It's so awesome to see you fully evolved," Chris smiled at the Bat Pokémon. "You've worked so hard and I'm glad I finally earned your full trust. I have no doubt we will keep getting better!" Chris returned Crobat to his Pokéball for a well deserved rest.

The trainer continued north until a park exit was in sight. Its sign said Route thirty-six, much to the Chris' relief. The trainer cast one last look out over the National Park. The trees surrounding it were blowing lightly in the wind and Chris could make out the daisies gleaming brightly in the sun. This place seemed filled with so much life and positive energy. The trainer had a feeling this would not be the last time he enjoyed these sights. With a reaffirmed purpose, Chris headed through the exit doors and stepped out into the sun on Route thirty-six.


A new member has joined Chris and the gang, along with an upgrade in Crobat! Another eventful chapter adds to Chris' experiences and the trainer has once again met a couple of unique characters. He now has an intriguing showdown set up in just a few days. Can Chris get to Ecruteak in time to prepare for both a battle with Dobbs and a Gym Leader challenge? We will find out soon! I hope to see you then! Please Review and Subscribe!