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Old August 13th, 2012 (6:40 PM).
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Marty sat down for a rest, he had just left Professor Elm’s laboratory and wasn’t too sure on what was next on his agenda. He reached into his hoodie’s pocket, rummaging through his newly acquired pokeballs and dex. “Aha!” Marty pulled out a ticket, “Prof. Elm said this was important... I wonder why?” He took a good look at the ticket, nothing but blue and white. Marty gave a puzzled look. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, he flipped the ticket over, revealing that it granted access to a ship, the SS Libra. It was to arrive at Cherrygrove City, and soon. He slipped the ticket in the fold of his beanie, fearing if he put it back in his pocket it would fall out. If memory served right, Marty would be able to get directly to Cherrygrove if he followed the path of Route 29. But before any of that, he had to get acquainted to his new friend.

Since he received it from Elm, Marty hadn’t even released his Teddiursa. But now was the the time to do it, reaching into his pocket once more, he pulled out a pokeball that was larger than the rest. He clicked it, a red beam of light shot out releasing his new friend. The bear pokemon cried out joyfully as it was released, it eyes sparkled with curiosity as it looked around. Its eyes set on Marty, with its hands placed against its mouth, it walked over cautiously towards Marty. He stretched out both hands towards his new companion. “Hey there.” He tried to speak in a soft, welcoming tone. The Teddiursa hesitated, but then joyfully cried out once more before throwing itself against Marty’s body. Marty couldn’t help but smile, he took a good look at Teddiursa, noticing the crescent on its forehead. He instantly clutched the pendent concealed beneath his hoodie, just the image of the crescent brought back memories that Marty wished to bury. His pokemon looked up at him with worry, sensing something was odd.

“It’s nothing.” Marty smiled gently, as he rubbed the back of Teddiursa’s ears. “Right, well you do need a nickname...” The thought made Teddiursa’s head tilt in confusion. “Hey! How about Archer?” Teddiursa contemplated the name for a second before it nodded his head in agreement. Marty placed his hand underneath his chin, tipping it up. “Alright then, Archer. Let’s go!” Marty jumped up and began to walk, beckoning Archer to follow his lead. In a hurry, Archer bolted up and caught up with Marty, he attached himself to Marty’s sweats, clinging to him as they walked.

They had only been walking for a short period of time before Archer began tugging on his pants. Caught off guard, Marty nearly fell over as he turned towards Archer. “What’s up buddy?” Archer pointed off in the distance with a worried look upon its face. Marty looked over at what his Teddiursa was concerned about. He spotted a panicked Caterpie, tied down by some sort of webbing. Yards away he noticed a Spinarak, approaching the Caterpie, its prey. As the spider crawled closer to the caterpillar pokemon, Archer, in a panic, picked up a nearby pebble and launched it at the spider. Dead. On. Target. The spider-pokemon became momentarily stunned.

The Spinarak became extremely agitated, and turned its attention towards Marty and Archer, completely ignoring its previous target, the Caterpie. “Well your heart’s in the right place...” Marty sighed, he would either have to battle or flee. He already decided, Marty pulled the pokedex out of his pocket.

“Alright, I need to check your moves Archer... “

The pokedex beeped, “Teddiursa knows Fake Tears and Counter.”

“WHAT!?” Marty shouted so loud that he nearly scared Archer, “NO OFFENSIVE MOVES!?” He couldn’t believe it, Archer wouldn’t even be able to attack. The Spinarak decided to take advantage of their little dilemma and launched an arrow full of poison towards the both of them. Archer was frozen in fear, if he didn’t move he would surely be hit directly from the move. Instinctively, Marty grabbed Archer, held him to his chest and ran for it. They had no choice but to flee, the only move that could’ve dealt any damage was Counter, and from what Marty saw, that poison sting was no physical move. After they had run for a considerable amount, they three fourths of the way through route 29. Marty came to a rest against a nearby tree, Archer was still holding on, it’s arms wrapped around Marty’s neck.

“Hey Archer, it’s all okay now, we’re safe.” Marty was panting hard in between words, but he gave Archer a reassuring smile as he pried him off his neck. Unsure, Archer looked around almost anxiously, after seeing the coast was clear, Archer cried out happily at its trainer. “ The duo began walking, hoping to get to Cherrygrove in due time. Archer made itself comfortable in Marty’s hood, sometimes peeking over Marty’s head to get a view.

“Right, well we shou-, Woah!” Suddenly, Marty came toppling forward nearly landing face first. Archer had jumped off, using Marty’s head as a jumpstart. He looked back at where he had tripped, a rock had just sprung to life, showing off its feet and whatever the heck was on its head. “What the heck is this?” Marty was confused and slightly aggravated, he pulled out his pokedex, revealing to him that what tripped him was a Roggenrola. It glared at Marty at least he thought it did, wait was that even an eye!? Archer, in the meantime, had stepped in between the two, willing to protect its trainer and redeem himself for what had happened with the Spinarak. Marty regained his composure and slowly got up, “Hey Archer, you wanna battle that pokemon?” Looking back at Marty, the Teddiursa nodded and in the least threatening way, “roared” at the Roggenrola. In retaliation, the rock pokemon pointed it’s head, stick thingy at the duo in a menacing(not really) manner.

The Roggenrola charged at Archer, still pointing. “Alright, a physical move, that’s great! Archer use Counter!” As the Roggenrola made contact with Archer, the bear began to glow with a white aurora surrounding it. It cried out, not in fear or nervousness, but in excitement. Almost instantly, the rock type was thrown back, landed awkwardly on it’s head. In anger, it got shot right back up. Once more, it charged at Archer recklessly, inspired by its fury.

“Again? Archer, use Counter again!” It was like deja vu, the Roggenrola was sent back once more, this time the impact had been more powerful, meaning the counter was more powerful than before. Archer’s opponent was landed on its backside, causing it to roll back and forth trying to get back on its feet. It was kind of awkward watching it, both Marty and Archer exchanged looks that expressed -What now?-. Marty walked over to the Roggenrola, lending a helping hand, he lifted it up to its feet. Knowing it was defeated, the rock type walked off and away, almost like it was embarrassed. Marty gave a half smile, he had no intention of capturing that pokemon and decided to let it go. Turning back to Archer, Marty picked him up and lifted him to face level.

“Fantastic job, buddy. You won your first pokemon battle.” Archer flung his arms into the air in celebration. Marty laughed and Archer made it’s way back to Marty’s hood. “Alright, let’s go! Onwards to Cherrygrove... Hopefully we aren’t late.” Archer had moved from his trainer’s hood, to his shoulders. Wrapping its arms around Marty’s neck, Archer began to lick the behind of his trainer’s ears, sensing the smell of something sweet on it. “Hey! What the heck do you think you’re doing??” Marty and his pokemon both laughed, enjoying the moment.