"Let's bring this with us and show the others" you declare. As you remove red and white sphere from the table, you see a photograph underneath it. It shows a young human man with black gelled back hair, blue eyes, a grey hoodie, and blue jeans. He was holding a trophy and had a Mawile standing next to him.
Wait, you remember this human. He was your next door neighbor. You didn't really like him though. He always showed off how much better he was at battling than you ever since you were children. That scene in that photo reminded you of the time you lost to him at the local tournament.
You recalled your Sylveon who was flat on the floor and knocked out. "I'm sorry I put you through this" you whispered to your pokeball containing the fairy type. "Heh, that's what happens when you raise such wimpy pokemon" your rival sneered with the Mawile in the photo in front of him.
"It wasn't my pokemon" you argued, "it was me and I'll get better one day." "Oh really?" the trainer asked, "If you pick such fine quality pokemon, then tell me something. Which pokemon of mine would you add to your team if you could? I know you only have three right now. That's why I went easy on you and used only three."
The pokemon you picked was the only one that actually wanted to play with yours. It was also the only one that didn't have this unsettling look in its eye. It was his...
