NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!111

You leave out of the opposite end. The Charizards in the street look a bit aggresive and you don't want to pick a fight.

You walk into a field. A tree stands in the centre. You rest in the shade, greatful to be out of the sun.

After a couple of hours, you're awoken by shouting. "It's a Charizard I never knew they lived in the wild! I'm going to catch it while it's asleep! Go pokeball!"

You dive out of the way and spread your wings. Startled, the boy jumps back, landing on the floor. You feel your foot crush something gooey.

"So that's what's in a pokeball..." you mumble. The boy stood up, then jumped onto the floor again. "YOU CAN TALK!!!" the boy screams in fascination. "Well what else would i do? Morse code?" you reply. "Well most pokemon speak the sylabbles of their name..." Neither of you speak for a while until the boy finally asks "I uh.. havent got any pokeballs and out of money so I make a rubbish trainer, but could you, maybe, come with me?"

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