Pachirisu 5: A Rocky Climb

Chapter One: The Email

Dusk rolled upon the small neighborhood on a nice summer day. The road grew quiet as the moon fluttered into the clear skies. All the kids went inside after numerous hula hoop tournaments, basketball games, and one fierce round of tag. They couldn't wait for tomorrow and they kept wondering what games they will play next, except for p5. P5 hates going outside. He refuses to join rounds of tag, and sits out on basketball games. Most of the time he is inside, and all the kids have grown to hate him. There was one thing he was known to be good at though, and all the kids never dared to challenge him. Like the little nerd he is, he was the best at competitive Pokemon in his neighborhood. He would make the most gruesome hyper offense teams, then when the kids feel confident he pulls out the most painful stall team you could think of. The kids became very pissed. But alas, the next day was on its way. Which was also the same day P5's parents left for a month long work trip. 

The sun began to rose along the clouds. All of the kids in the neighborhood ran out their front doors, today was Friday, and on Fridays, they all bring food to the basketball court and do food trades. Kids brought packs of gummies, chips, and other candy. P5 doesn't normally go to the food trade, but he did anyways, with his ultimate weapon. He walked over to the basketball court wearing his backpack, containing the weapon. He placed his backpack on the rough concrete. Three kids walked up to him. A boy grabbed his backpack with a smirk on his face. He was tall with blonde hair, and he wore worn-out jeans and a black and white striped t-shirt. "Hey loser," he said tossing p5's backpack into the air. "What do you have in here? Drugs?" The other two kids laughed. P5 snatched the backpack away then opened it up. "I'll pay 20$ for your cocaine stash," the boy said, jokingly. P5 opened the backpack, inside was the ultimate weapon, 2 wholes boxes of smores poptarts. The kids looked in awe. The boy turned around and yelled at the other kids, "GUYS LOOK GAVIN BROUGHT TWO WHOLE BOXES OF POPTARTS!" A girl on the opposite side yelled back, "What kind?" The boy sprinted across the court to tell her in excitement, "Smores." All of the kids were surprised, shocked even. All of the kids ran over to P5 trying to persuade him into giving them a poptart. There were a crowd of voices swarming the court.

"Can I have a poptart?"
"Ill trade you two packs of Doritos for one!"
"No way! My deal is better! Three packs of gummies hows that"
"Come on please! My mom never buys me poptarts!"
"Smores is my favorite flavor!" 

Despite denying most of the trade offers, P5 felt like a king. He thought that the kids finally liked him because he brought poptarts, the universal food of awesomeness. Eventually the kids started plotting to persuade him into giving them free poptarts, like doing his homework. They were all so desperate for a poptart. One kid walked up to him, "I win a pokemon battle versus you, and I get 3 poptarts." P5 smiles, "Sure." They both brought out their DS and started the match. The kids surrounded the two, cheering each other on. Two other kids, while ignoring the match, had their eyes on the prize, and since p5 was distracted and swallowed by the crowd, they took the boxes and made a run for it. A couple minutes later, and the match goes to timer, it was a draw. P5 decided to give his opponent 2 poptarts. He turned around to the boxes, they were gone, missing even. The kids laughed at him. A boy yelled at him, "HAH NERD! YOUR POPTARTS ARE GONE! LOSER!" They all then went on their own DS and started to report P5 for "cheating" in ranked matches because they didn't get any poptarts before they were stolen. P5's emotions quickly changed from happiness to sadness. He took his backpack and walked home, as the kids threw candy wrappers at him. He eventually got home and slammed the front door.   

P5 stormed into his room, then slammed the door, making a noise that echoed throughout the house. He threw his empty backpack against the bedroom wall. "DAMN IT ALL!" He roared. Furiously, he grabbed his Swampert plushie, seething with anger. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME" he screamed, slamming the plushie on the hard carpet  floor. Tears weld up in his face, he was broken, betrayed, and alone. He somberly crawled to the corner of his room and layed on his bed, trying to stop the tears from overtaking him, trying to stop the painful stinging in his heart. His poptarts were gone, stolen, missing from his life. He then heard a faint ding coming from his laptop, he wiped the tears from his eyes and glanced at the laptop. It was a new email from The Pokemon Company. He shoved his face back into his pillow, "It's over. They terminated my goddamn account." He then cried himself to sleep, poptartless. 

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The time was 2 in the morning. P5 woke up for no apparent reason  and decided to check his laptop. He then remembered the email from The Pokemon Company. He decided to read it, realizing it is something awesome. 

"Hello P5, based on your competitive playstyle, you have been invited to the Official Pokemon Championship! Reply with your team and confirm you will participate and we will send you bus details and the name of your teammate!" 

P5's eyes widened. "Holy shit," he thought to himself, "there is no way.." Excitedly, yet still half asleep, he replied with his team information, which he thought was a standard National Dex rain team, but  accidentally submitted his Brilliant Diamond Shining Pearl stall team.  He sent the reply and manged to fall back asleep.