You Are The Pokemon AND You Have Declared War

Prologue

   "Pokemon against us? You must be kidding me," his friend said, "I mean, what do they have against us? We have technology, Harry! We have weapons! We have friends from across the globe!"

   Harold crushed the now empty soda can in his fist. "Call it a conspiracy or what but I tell you, we are carrying dangerous creatures in our very pockets."

   "Really? How can they be even 'dangerous'?"

   "They can electrocute you, gnaw you to death, poison you, hypnotise you and... and, they can drive you mad!" he told his friend in a very unsettling tone. "We are seriously under powered even if with the technology we have."

   He looked at the crushed soda can in between his hands, probably thinking of relating it to the conversation. But, maybe because the crushed can has no relation to the subject, he threw it to the trash bin while staying in his seat. Three points. He's been doing good at it lately.

   His friend now looks at him in concern, "Dude, are you okay? You uh... going through something..?"

   "What?! No!"

   "Is about Zach again?"

   "Leave my brother out of this."

   "Sorry it's just that you were never this... grave... this serious, man," he said, "There's nothing to worry about. They're just Pokemon, man."

   Harold was about to reply but he shook his head and he picked up a pokeball from his pocket, spinning it around his fingers. Then he looked out of the windows, to where a couple of little electric Pokemon dancing around with their trainers in utter happiness. He looked at the restaurant's Psyduck mascot along with the line of equally confused Psyducks following him. Then he looked back at his friend who was looking really concerned at this point, "Yeah, I think you're right. Maybe I was just over thinking all over again."

   "Oh thank goodness, you really had me scared."

   "Sorry if I got you there."

   "Yeah but since you shocked me, and since I'm broke again..." he said with both of them chuckling. "How about some lunch?"

   "Sure... sure...," Harold said, forgetting that it was already noon. "Waiter!"

   The waiter in a Psyduck mascot came tumbling towards them with the other mini versions quacking behind. It took it's notepad out, ready to take their order.

   But Pokemon are deadly, he kept in mind, someday everyone will know how scary they really are...