"OH MY GOD A TRAINER! HELLO TRAINER, I'M CAM!" The person yelled with a tremendous amount of excitement.
"Hi Cam?" Hunter replied.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" He asked.
"Um, Hunter."
"HI HUNTER, COME TO MY HOUSE WITH ME!" Cam said with a huge, creepy smile on his face.
"Um, no thanks. Sorry I can't go to your house." Hunter said.
"COME TO MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW! GO, RUSTY!" Cam yelled.
Hunter's jaw dropped. A huge, rusty, armored, pterodactyl-looking pokemon came out of the pokeball. Hunter held out the Pokedex and it said in it's robotic voice,
"Skarmory, the armor bird pokemon. It's sharp feathers can easily cut through 1-inch sheets of steel. It can fly at speeds of up to 180 miles per hour."
Hunter bolted straight towards the pokemon center. He turned his head, and realized he had forgotten to put Reptar in his pokeball. He saw Reptar in Rusty's talons.
"Reptar!" Hunter shouted. He quickly pulled out the pokeball and pressed the button. Reptar shot into the pokeball and Hunter continued to run. Before he knew it, The skarmory had crashed right into him.
'HUNTER! WAKE UP!"
Hunter shot out of bed, and looked up to see Cam right next to him.
"I MADE YOU TEA!" Cam said. "I'M GOING TO GO GET IT!"
Hunter looked around. He had little time to get out of there. He saw a window, and made sure he had Reptar. He opened the window, and ran out as fast as he could. He found himself in a forest, and hid behind a tree, then he heard Cam.
"WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Cam ran out of the house and said:
"GO, GROWLY, BURN THIS FOREST DOWN!"
A striped dog pokemon burst out of the pokeball. Hunter looked behind the tree, and saw Growly breathing fire. Hunter had to get out of there fast. He then heard a loud "BEEP BEEP BEEP!" and a firetruck zipped through the forest. A bunch of turtle pokemon jumped out, and extinguished a burning tree. "You're going to Juvenile Hall little boy!" An officer said to Cam. They loaded him in the truck and drove off. Hunter darted out of the forest only to trip on a green stone. He picked it up, and stored it in his backpack. He continued running until he found the exit. Then, he saw a little yellow lizard pokemon crawling on the forest ground, crying. Hunter pulled out the Pokedex, and showed it the pokemon.
"Helioptile, the generator pokemon. It's frills can pull in so much solar energy that it doesn't even need to eat."
Hunter Picked up the wounded Helioptile and carried it to the next town's Pokemon Center, which was in Peelethorn, the town where the first Pokemon Gym is located.
"That was really weird. Now let's get you to the Pokemon Center."
The Helioptile looked up, and smiled, as Hunter carried it off in his arms.
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