The story is about a young person who was once a hero and a human in his dimension, but was stabbed to death and his soul is now in the Omnitrix and his home dimension is gone. Now, he ended up in another dimension where these weird creatures called...
So here we are, walking and following Sylvia to look for some Z-Crystals on noon. The reason why were looking for it on noon because this morning we have done some training and by the time we were done training, we watch some tv and we watch a movie. But this movie have five great sequels and we watched them all till it ends at noon. So here we are looking for Z-Crystals at noon and there will probably be time to look and get two Z-Crystals instead of three.
ChamAlien: (I wonder what kind of Pokemon will I'll be battling for the Z-Crystal?)
While I was thinking, Silvia stopped and took a deep breath.
ChamAlien: found one?
Sylvia: yeah... but this one smells like *sniff* *sniff* ugh! Smells like a rainbow vomit happiness!
Bolt: I love happiness.
Silvia: I hate happiness!
Braixen: and yet you are happy when Bolt hugs you.
Sylvia: oh, sit on Greninja's d*ck b*tch!
Greninja was blushing while Braixen had an angry look on her face with a pinch of blushing. She dashed towards Sylvia in rage and started chocking her. Sylvia used her feelers to also choking on Braixen. The rest of us ran and tried to separate them, I quickly used mt stinger to stung Braixen and putting her in a deep sleep. Pheromosa pulled Silvia out of her grasped and Greninja is carrying Braixen bridal style.
Greninja: Arceus, why do you always start a fight Sylvia?
Sylvia: because I want to. And it's always not the voices in my head.
Pheromosa: we can't even tell if it's the voices telling you or you're self doing all this.
Sylvia: and you will never know.
ChamAlien: hey uhhh Sylvia, can you continue sniffing that Z-Crystal?
Sylvia: no! I hate that smell! Just go straight and you'll find it.
So we went straight and by the time we go there, we see a beetle-like Pokemon covered in a blue exoskeleton ans a long, pronged on it's forehead.
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It was sitting on the ground and iteyes closed and arms opened like he's meditating.
ChamAlien: *whispering* what kind of Pokemon is that?
Tom: *whispering* that a Heracross. A Bug and Fighting type Pokemon, no matter how heavy it's opponents are, it flings them far away with it's prized horn.
Bolt: *whispering* I think he's sleeping.
Tom: *whispering* no, I think he's just meditating.
Pheromosa: *whispering* should we go and talk to him or...
???: are you here to just look for me? Or are you here for the Z-Crystal? The one who is many.
The Pokemon talked in a calm and low voice. He opened his eyes and got up.