STORY ALERT
It was a wonderful day. Sunny skies, clear blue water, an array of trainers young and old out for a stroll and the occasional battle with their pirzed Pokemon. I was walking through the reformed wilds on the outskirts of Hearthome City. I walked and battled a few trainers. Nothing special, just like every other day.
And then, I saw a Pikachu. I saw a cute, little, yellow Pikachu. I had known that Pikachu were not native to this area. I stopped and asked myself, "Wait, who's cute Pikachu could that be? Surely someone must be missing it." I walked over to it, and it was calm and did not seem frightened. It did not run away or attack me, so assumed it must have belonged to a trainer and was used to being around people.
I spoke to it, trying to keep it from finding me a threat. It turned to me, I noticed it seemed alert and pleased with itself. It opened it mouth and I expected it to utter it's name in a feeble attempt to communicate with me.
To my surprise, however, it spoke words. The Pikachu spoke human words in perfect english. It sounded like a human child as it said something along the lines of, "I'm a Pokemon!"
I heard music start to play. Music that I was all too familliar with. I heard music that signalled the start of a trainer battle. Could this Pikachu be its own trainer? No, impossible. That just couldn't be!
My vision began to fade. My world went black. Then, LIGHT! I got a closer, more clear look at this peculiar Pikachu's face. I noticed that I had been tricked, by a young child dressed as a Pokemon. I , the one trainer who was destined to save this entire region, had been unwillingly roped into a battle at the hands of a mere child!
I felt so foolish for falling into this simple trap. How had I not known beforehand? Surely there must have been some kind of feature I overlooked in the confusion. A sign that could have distinguished this child from a genuine Pokemon. Even now, I fail to remeber such a sign.
Ever since that humiliating event, I have been unable to approach a lone Pokemon. I am just too cautious, too afraid of what I may find. When I think of all the Pokemon encounters that I have missed out on due to that crafty child, I cry a little inside.
I curse that child. My life had been ruined, ruined by a child who only wanted a battle. Thinking back, I regret that I had to defeat the child's Pokemon in such a one-sided fight. I had not thought of restraint at the time, I was blined by rage. Thinking of what could have been, if it had only been a Pikachu.