It's another wonderful day in the world of Pokemon. The sun is shining bright, and you are training with Raichu as usual. For six years, ever since coming of age as a Trainer at ten, you have played and explored and travelled with him. He started off as a Pikachu, often climbing up on your shoulder when you went anywhere. Through sheer willpower, you managed your way through beating Brock, the first gym leader, and the Water Gym Leader Misty had been no problem. After you fought and made a close victory over Lt. Surge, he'd offered you a Thunder Stone, saying that the decision to evolve should be made between Pokemon and Trainer.
Eventually, you and Pikachu had decided to use it, and he evolved into the Raichu he is now. Shortly after, you returned to Pallet Town, having come to an unfortunate loss at the fourth Gym. Now experienced, the two of you spend your days relaxing and training to become stronger, in hopes to eventually take the Gym Challenge again and maybe get into the Indigo League someday.
For now, though, you're taking a short break, sitting out in the backyard with the tall white fence. Looking over, you see Raichu panting softly; he looks over at you and smiles, then reaches out and hugs you as much as he can; after all, he's only two and a half feet, and his arms are a little stubby. Suddenly, you feel very strange, as if the world is wobbling around you.
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