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The Snagems have been ripped away from their relatively normal lives, whisked away to a strange place, far from home. They would find themselves in a room that looked very similar to the main area of their HQ, and yet furnished very differently. There was a couch but it didn't look the same, the TV wasn't a flat screen but a large older big screen, and the slurpee machine was right there in the middle of the room, there were empty Mountain Dew bottles everywhere as well.

"Did someone remodel the place without my permission?" Sub asked no one in particular as he began to wonder around. "And why do I feel like I have a hangover." He said as he held his head, sitting down on the couch for a moment, as he did he sat on the remote to the TV and turned it on. On the TV was a news report about some hotshot trainer from Pallet Town who defeated the champion, Blue, and yet he declined taking the position. "Wait, is this a rerun or something?"

Aile looked around, tilting her head. One moment, she was fighting a Porygon-Z with a paralyzed Zoroark, next moment, she was in a redone HQ. "Arkana, what's...?"

"I dunno boss, but it's not an illusion from what I can sense..." The Zoroark looked around, just as confused as her trainer.

"Right... Isaac, you still have Kayvaan's Pokéball, by the way?"

RC and Ryan arrive and look around. They both look at the T.V.

"I remember..."

"..that happening!"

RC looks at Ryan. "As a child." Ryan says.

RC sighs. "Back when I was still living in Fallarbor Town."

Welp, so much for sleeping. Something told Rhyme to at the very least grab her pokeballs and SNAG before she suddenly vanished from her room and reappears with the rest of them, still in her pink PJs. "R....C? What's...going on?" The hybrid murmurs sleepily, making her way, barefoot, over to his side.

"Oh, everyone else is here too." Sub mumbled to himself as he sat on the couch the wrong way so that he could get a good look at the others. "And that concludes our recap of the last however many million years! Now then, if our guests would like they may help themselves to refreshments or utilize the PC to check up on their Pokemon. Until then we hope you are comfortable while we wait for the next round to arrive." A reporter had appeared and started to talk on TV, apparently talking at the Snagems themselves. What was going on? Did she say millions of years?

And just like that as well a massive table filled with any type of conceivable food and drink were on top of it. Also a rather old looking PC appeared as well and as promised their Pokemon were all there, even ones which were out when they vanished, how strange.

"...I have no idea what is going on, but I just saw some fried Corphish tails. Out of my way!" Sub shouted as he made a beeline for the food.

After getting done watching the recap, I heard the voice from the TV, staring in confusion. "...this doesn't make any bit of sense."

"That we went back in time?" Freth asked.

"I don't think we have. Per se..." Doc said. "Someone is in control of everything here."

All the thoughts started to rattle Tristen's mind. When Sub mentioned food however, Tristen tilted his head. "Sub, is eating that stuff safe?"

"What." Suffice to say, Sol was a bit dumbfounded at the comment of million or so years, let alone that they were apparently the first "round". "Sub, I think we might have more pressing matters than... food..."

He shook his head as Sub made a beeline, food being the last thing on his mind. He decided to instead check the nearby PC, though he really didn't want to think about what's probably left of his Pokemon that weren't carried with him. He was surprised to see that there wasn't much to worry about, his Pokemon apparently alive and intact.


"However many million years!?" Cera screamed, shocked by the comment. "Ammy, what on earth was that thing you grabbed back there...?"

"I don't know!" Amaranth answered, pocketing the gem for now. "All I know's that it spoke to me, calling me Sol for some reason and I couldn't move... then everything went bright."


"Watch out!" Unfortunately for Sub, someone would end up appearing over the table, crashing on top of it and ruining the Corphish tails. To the surprise of him and possibly many others, a pair of red wings and pink hair were evident. "Agh... okay, never agreeing to riding a Rhyhorn to race people that just moved to Kalos again..." He'd comment, slowly trying to get to his feet.

Sol turned away from the PC for a moment, finally realizing part of the whole round business. Maybe. "I thought you were laying low," he spoke up, "At least, you said that after what went on in Shalour City a few months ago."

"Okay, now I'm really confused..." Cera chimed in, wondering if she was seeing things.

Sub completely ignored Tristen at first, having dove into the food anyways. "Tastes safe to me!" He said to Tristen with a mouthful. "Not I!" Sub shouted at whoever asked if anyone knew what was going on, he didn't care, he had food. "Darkrai damn you! You flamboyant bird thing!" Sub shouted in protest as his meal was ruined.

"So you guys like everything?" A strange green creature with a bulbous head asked the group as she appeared in the room and began to float around, golden ribbons flowing behind her as she twisted and flipped in midair, was that Cera before her accident? "You guys must have a ton of questions. But before we answer that you might want to watch out, some other guys are about to appear." Old Cera asked.

(The characters to appear next will be any of your personal characters you want to appear that aren't in the main canon right now. For older members that could mean characters from before our reboot [from whatever point in time in that universe you want], for new and old members alike it could mean an alternate version of your character, or maybe them from the future how you plan for them to turn out. Have fun with it.)