>>12526454To say I was furious would be an understatement. My lifelong rival had beaten me and there was nothing I could do about it. My dreams of becoming a Pokémon Trainer were over. I packed my bags and turned back home, ready to pick up a shitty job at the PokéMart, supplying goods to real trainers.
I released my Pikachu in Viridian Forest. He didn't even look back at me as he ran into a bush and disappeared. There I was, a small defenseless kid stuck in a forest filled with wild Pokémon. I didn't even care if they decided to rob me or eat me or whatever, I felt so down.
I couldn't go home and face my mom like that. She told me she'd always be there if I decided to come home, but… I wanted to be a trainer so bad. So I stayed in the forest. Watched Bug Catchers swim around their tiny pond, competing with Weedle and Rattata. Laid on the ground as Caterpie crawled over me. Ran from swarms of angry Beedrill whenever they came to pick up berries.
After a while, I realized there was a pattern to it all. Soon, I could predict which of the Bug Catchers would win in a battle; it was all about whose Pokémon had the most experience. I was able to lure the Caterpie onto my body; all I had to do was sprinkle myself with crushed berries. Even the Beedrill became painfully predictable, always moving when the sun was halfway up or halfway down as to avoid the heat.
You're only reading this because you're bored 
