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--> Finally rested after yet another tedious mission, Raticate gazed upon her latest trainer. She was uncanny to say the least. Putting all the frills and lace aside, the helmet covering her face screamed WEIRDO!
--> But Raticate proceeded to think on the bright side. At least she wasn’t some nut-job randomly bestowing strange names and generally running amuck. This trainer just didn’t have any fashion sense.
--> In a monotone voice, the trainer simply stated, “Current designation ‘Like Yea R Android’. Please. Call me LYRA.”
--> Raticate felt her world crumble around her. “NOOOOO!!!” she wanted to scream. But, alas, this was the fate of a gentle Raticate. With a heavy sigh, she followed behind and once again relented her dreams of having a normal trainer as her partner.



--> Sneasel sat atop a roof, watching as events unfold. Theft ran rampant in Goldenrod, and it grated on his nerves that he couldn’t stop it all.
--> Below, a hoodlum sneered and laughed as his Charmander engaged in such a loathsome action. Sneasel almost interfered when it dawned on him, the morbidly obese victim was diabetic. That sugary morsel could’ve killed him.
--> Sneasel’s eyes narrowed. Maybe there was more to this Charmander than he first thought…



--> Charmander licked his frozen treat with glee. His trainer was right, “The strong take what they want.”
--> As he stepped lightly down the street, his tail swishing behind, the wail of the gelatinous man only made it taste sweeter.
--> His joyous pondering was interrupted, however, by a-
--> “Super Fang.”
--> -Raticate knocking him to the ground with its teeth latched onto his arm. His snack lay as a sticky mess in the street. Charmander was mad. Charmander used Flamethrower.



--> Raticate, her fur singed, barely escaped the flames. The stench of burnt hair engulfed her nostrils as her fur curled like a perm. “That little…!” Raticate turned to LYRA, awaiting her next move. “This better be good…”
--> “Hyper Beam.”
--> “Perfect…”



--> “OH, SH--!!” Charmander dived to the side as Raticate unleashed a torrent of energy. The attack scattered the lines of laundry hanging between the buildings in a nearby alley.
--> Charmander regained his footing as a deep red handkerchief landed upon his head.
--> “Ah. Little Red.”
--> “!” Charmander was shocked. “Did I just get named? And by someone else’s trainer?!”
--> The Raticate took advantage of his distraction and tackled him to the ground. Pinned and unable to move, Charmander looked for his trainer…who was already fleeing the scene.
--> As a Pokeball tapped his head and enveloped him in a glowing red light, Charmander could only think how very true it was. The strong take what they want…and the weak could do nothing to stop them.