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Route 3

There was a spring in your step as you headed to the edge of Pewter City. Route 3 awaited! And with it the rest of your adventure, you had a Gym Badge now, and as far as you were concerned, no one would be able to stop you now!

Normally, route 3 would be crawling with trainers. Trainers ready to take down all of the hyped up Boulder Badge winners happily making their way to Cerulean City. But thanks to the work that was being done on route 3, the area was clear. You supposed that made the delay in Pewter worth it.

You kicked a stone as you wandered bounced down the route, a pokeball gripped in your hand. You’d Mt Moon was going to be a hard trek so you decided you were going to tackle it tomorrow, maybe you were procrastinating, but you didn’t mind, Emilia was staying back in Pewter for a day after what happened with Blue at the rave, so maybe your hanging back a day would let you meet up with her. You’d thought about staying with her but she made you promise to go on ahead, not wanting to slow your journey, so in a way this was your way around your promise.

Speaking of Blue, that was where your worries lay. There may be no trainers lying in wait here but he had to be somewhere. Part of you had hoped he’d gone on ahead but seeing him at the rave proved that he was delayed too.

It looked like the wild Pokemon had been driven away by the work on the route too. You had to admit that you were let down by this, you hoped to get some training in before arriving at the Pokemon Centre.

You rounded a corner and froze when you heard a voice call out to you. “Hey” Hey you! Yes you!”

You turned to see a short, balding, bespectacled man carrying a large briefcase approach you. “Uhh, yeah?” You answer, more than a little confused, he didn’t seem to be a trainer.

The man ran a hand over his head, trying to neaten his attempt at a combover, and straightened his tie. He then brought his briefcase in front of him and held the handle with both hands. “Hello young lady!” He said, “How would you like me to make you an offer you can’t refuse for the low, low price of 1000 Pokedollars?” His voice took on a salesman quality and you could tell he had probably done this thousands of times before.

“What?” You asked, very much not understanding the situation.

“It’s quite simple!” The salesman answered. “I, for the miniscule cost of 1000 Pokedollars, will sell you a Pokemon!”

“What Pokemon are you selling?” You asked him, inherently suspicious of the short man.

“That my dear I am not at liberty to tell you. All I can say is that this Pokemon might need some work at first but has amazing potential!” He smiled and winked. “I’m sure under the right trainer this Pokemon will flourish and be a true team ace!”

You bit your lip. There has to be some kind of catch to this. But his pitch was intriguing, it definitely wasn’t the full truth but there was something about it. You took a deep breath and decided to go with it. “Sure. I’ll take it.”

“You won’t regret this!” The salesman smiled.

‘I’m sure I will.’ You thought to yourself.

The salesman scanned your phone and grinned. “Excellent, now that everythings in order, it’s time for you to take your Pokemon.” With that he lifted his briefcase and unlocked it, it opened with a pop and unveiled dozens of Pokeballs stuffed inside of it, so many that one or two of them nearly fell out when the case opened.

You took a moment to look over the Pokeballs. You knew at this moment that you had definitely fallen for a con artist, but still you may as well roll with it. You reached out and grabbed the Pokeball that sat on the very top.

“Ah, an excellent choice!” The salesman smiled, quickly closing his briefcase. “I wish you the best of luck on your journey!” He said as he turned and headed back towards Pewter, most likely hoping to run into other trainers making their journey to Cerulean.

You tossed the Pokeball up in the air and caught it. You may as well see what it is you bought.

“Go!” You yelled as you tossed the Pokeball, it opened and in a flash of bright light you saw a… Magikarp.

“Magikarp, Magikarp.” The fish Pokemon gasped as it flopped back and forth on the floor.

You facepalmed. A Magikarp, you paid 1000 Pokedollars for a Magikarp. Things couldn’t get any worse.

“Hey big tits!” A familiar voice called out.

Or maybe they could get worse.

Blue rounded the corner and made his way over to you. “Can’t say I’m surprised to see you around here. How’s your friend? She around here? That pussy was great, I’d love to fuck it again.” He laughed, with his signature cockiness.

Your jaw clenched. ‘Don’t let him get to you.’ You thought to yourself.

“So cocksucker, how about a battle?” Blue asked, his hand finding your ass cheek and giving it a squeeze.

You stepped forward and smacked his hand away. “Sure! What are you thinking?”

Blue smiled. “I’m thinking 1v1… Let you test out your new Pokemon.” The young man then pointed to Magikarp.

‘Shit!’ You thought, he’d caught you out.

“Don’t worry, boobalicious. I’ll give you the type advantage, since I’m so nice.” Blue took a few steps back. “Go Growlithe!”

You took a few steps back so that you were behind Magikarp and the battle began.

“Growlithe! Bite!” Blue ordered. In a second the Pokemon crossed the small battlefield and lunged at the fish Pokemon.

You closed your eyes, ready to see the end of the battle, but then Magikarp flopped out of the way.

“Growlithe! Bite again!” Blue screamed.

Growlithe lunged, again Magikarp flopped away. Then it lunged, slamming itself into Growlithe.

‘Magikarp can use tackle?!’ You realised. You weren’t out of this yet.