Bask, a 15 year old who only wants to live a peaceful, uneventful life, is forced by his mother to go on an adventure to become a Pokemon Master... Randomizer style.
Bask and his rival, the tragically misspelled Withe, must venture forth on strange...
"Mom, I've told you this a thousand times before in this conversation alone; I don't want to be a Pokemon Trainer." A boy told his mother, exhausted after a heated argument. "Well I've told YOU this a thousand times before; I don't care. You've delayed this moment long enough!" The mother sternly told the boy, writing on an envelope. "I don't wanna leave town and get myself killed by some blokes with a giant, raging fish-dinosaur. Why can't I just live my life like a normal kid?" The boy asked, defeated. "Because you aren't a normal kid, Bask. Me and your father have been raising you to be a prodigy; someone to be remembered. I'm not letting our years of teaching go to waste." His mother told him in a disappointed tone before walking out of the front door, presumably to deliver the envelope she was writing on.
Bask tried thinking of some convoluted scheme to stop the letter from going through, but he couldn't think of anything.
For the past 5 years, Bask managed to weasel out of having to leave town and get a life (or possibly lose it to goons), but now, he couldn't think of anything to get him out of this one. Why? Was his mind just too stressed to think up anything, or was it (god forbid) an acceptance to the fact that he couldn't do this forever?
It's not like Bask wasn't curious about what being a trainer was like. In fact, it intrigued him immensely. Sometimes while trying to fall asleep he would become lost in thought about what it was like to have a whole team of partners who will love you to the very end by your side and the satisfaction of becoming the champion after a long quest. The dangers of being a trainer were what worried him to no end. Who knows what horrid fate you might meet? Maybe you're eaten by a Gyrados that happened to be swimming by, or maybe you could be swarmed by hundreds of Beedrill in the middle of the night while you sleep? Bask's mom constantly reassures him with the same phrase every single time: "Don't be scared, Bask, you'll have a Pokemon by your side that can beat up all the things that want to hurt you!"
It just wasn't enough to convince him.
Bask lazily slouched into his room before plopping onto his bed, quickly beginning to doze off. Before he could fall asleep, though, he noticed a box in his closet. He inspected the box and managed to read the words that were written on it:
"BASKET'S BOX O' MYSTERIES!"
Memories flooded back like a river. 5 years ago, Bask decided that he wanted to be a neighborhood sleuth, and "borrowed" a box from the attic to use as a container for "evidence". This evidence was just random knick-knacks that Bask just happened to find along the trails he'd walk through, like rusty bolts, snack wrappers, soda cans and the like. Bask could easily figure out the stories behind these pieces of garbage nowadays, but back then, it was the newest big mystery of the day! He would run around, all across the neighborhood, talking to every resident to try and gather information on the trash he had picked up, but it'd usually lead to nothing. It was still fun, though.
Bask spent at least a half an hour rummaging through the box, reliving those magical moments in his life, when he found something at the bottom of the box, something he didn't remember using as evidence before. It was a note.
It was obvious the note was old. It was turning yellow and was extremely fragile. A large percent of the note was soaked, making the text nigh-impossible to read.
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Bask had never heard of Plasma Engineering before, which was odd considering he was a company guru (If you named a company, he could ramble on and on about it's history and current standing). He guessed that it was a more obscure or recent organization, but something inside him was making Bask second guess.
A knock on Bask's bedroom door startled him out of his train of thought. "Get your shoes on, Bask, you're gonna be meeting someone in a few!"
