"I think I hear someone screaming up ahead!"
I jerk back as a child I had been passing by unexpectedly screeched at me. Twisting my body to the left, I face the dazed child, sweat evident on his face.
"What should I do? What should WE do? Somebody has to go help!"
I have just recently moved into Littleroot town with my parents. Though the ride had been bumpy—Why did Mom think that it was a good idea for me to be in the back of the truck?—I was glad that we were finally at our new home. Thanks to the machamps, who assisted with the unpacking a cleanup, our home was nearly set! I had to admit: the house was rather pleasant and spacious. It even had space for my room!
Mom also told me to visit one of my Dad's friends: Professor Birch, the professor of the Hoenn region. Mom gave me directions, and I traveled out. After a short walk, I arrived at Professor Birch's house. Going through the door, a lovely lady greeted and encouraged me to meet their child.
When I came into their child's room, I noticed their child preparing to set out on a Pokémon adventure. They suddenly froze once they saw me. Once the shock of facing a sudden guest in their room wore off, they surprisingly remembered my name and offered to be friends.
Before I had the opportunity to reply, their face went white, and they dashed out of their room, uttering that they needed to help their Dad— Professor Birch. I had a tingling feeling that we were going to meet each other more than this one occasion. I still need to go look for Professor Birch though.
I eventually figured out the whereabouts of Professor Birch after speaking to some locals—one of them a headache. Walking to Route 101, I took my time to glance around and feel Littleroot town. I closed my eyes and sighed slowly. I felt euphoric as the calm wind grazed my face. The wind was as peaceful as this town.
I reach Route 101. The peacefulness was shattered, however, when that child abruptly screeched at me, uttering that someone was screaming and that someone had to help.
"H-help me!"
Come to think of it—someone was screaming and pleading for help!
I clench my jaw as I hastily dash towards the voice. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I compose myself for whatever is to come. I became completely still when I witnessed a poochyena pursuing a chubby person. Those things take a bite out of everything!
Wait, is that person Professor Birch?
"Whoa!" Professor Birch evaded a potent bite from the poochyena. My skin tingles as I witness the whole scene. In a hopeless attempt to exhaust the pokémon into giving up, the Professor ran in circles.
I wince as Professor Birch trips and falls into the grass. The dark-type intimidatingly growls as it prepares to strike the downed Professor. What should I do!?
"Halloo!?" his cry broke my daze, "You over there!"
The poochyena inches closer to the Professor.
"Please! Help me out!"
I rapidly gasp as I scan around for anything that can help the Professor. Maybe I could throw a stick near the poochyena and hope that it investigates it? No, that would be stupid. This situation is not going to end well either way. Maybe I should throw a ro—
"In my bag! There are some Pokéballs!" the Professor exclaimed as he attempts to push himself away from the approaching pokémon.
Rushing toward his bag laid in front of me, I shakingly unzip his bag. Without taking the chance to look inside, I pull out a pokéball. Whatever is inside this pokéball will have to do.
I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. I'm still new to pokémon battles. Nonetheless, the Professor needs me!
I fling the pokéball towards the poochyena.
The scene was one with tension and anticipation as the pokéball flies through the air. Time seems to go in slow-motion, with the dirtied Professor widening his mouth and the poochyena eyeing the oncoming pokéball.
The pokéball bounces as it hits the ground in front of the dark-type. The poochyena turned its head to its side. The ball slightly rolled before revealing...