"Oh boy, I need rest."

A twelve year old boy was walking down Route 131 looking tired and exhausted. Earlier this week, he had fought Team Aqua and Magma and prevailed with his team of Gliscor, Moltres, Walrein, Clefable, Salamence, and his starter, Lilligant. This boy was called Switchy.

When he was only eight, this boy had gotten lost in a forest. He had gotten lost, but soon enough, he found a wounded Petilil on the floor. He picked up the injured Pokemon and carried them towards his home. As time passed, he had gotten older, and eventually, he had become a Pokemon Trainer. When he had to pick his starter, he picked his Petilil instead of the usual three.

In all of their time, they had caught many Pokemon, beaten an evil team, and beaten the Hoenn Champion.

Fast forward to today, Switchy had gotten to a Pokemon Center to rest for tonight. He was still pondering on how all of the Nurse Joys looked the same.

"Alright, we hope you have a pleasant night!" she said.

"Thanks!" said Switchy, now walking into the hallway that his room was in. He had gone through a long day of training and autographs and needed the rest for tomorrow.

"Good night, everyone!" he said to his Pokemon, before he returned them to their Poke Balls. He hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, as he could now finally rest.

Little did he know that he and many others from alternate universes would have the time of their lives.

To be continued...