Oh yes, Part 3 is here. Never thought I'd work on it so soon but Wynaut?

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We're gonna talk about the Evil Grunt Path again today ( more specifically about how and where the Grunt character lived and what kind of Trainer they were )

Name: Cynfael (male) / Hellebore (female)

Final team: Scizor, Starter Pokemon, Darkrai
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Rise and shine! It's finally time for you to start your Pokemon Journey. Hurry up and get dressed. Father and mother are waiting for you downstairs!

You groan before covering your head with your blanket. Tsk, how annoying. What? Was becoming a Trainer that special? You only turned twelve years old a few weeks ago and your parents are already urging you to start your Pokemon Journey; just like they did at the same age.

Were they really that keen on throwing a twelve year old out of the house?

You finally decide to wake up and get dressed. You snort while drying your hair. It's more like: Go get a life of your own and deal with it.

Yes, just...suck it up and deal with it.

After being dragged through ceremonious goodbyes, tons of advice and much unnessecary weeping from both of your parents, your father finally hands you your first Pokemon: a Scizor.

The Scizor who was now your teammate was no ordinary Scizor. It was once your mother's. Well- more like the baby or son of your mother's Scizor. You've known this big guy ever since you were a baby and he a Scyther.

Cool, right?

A few minutes later, you exit your home found in a modest district of the biggest city of the region, Silka. You are now a fully independent twelve year old who's gonna travel across an entire region on their own.

And thus your Pokemon Journey starts. There was no f*cking way you'd travel all the way to the south only to get a Arceusdamn Pokemon scanning PSP from that drunkard, Professor Sage.

You walk away rather briskly. When you were sure that you've distanced yourself enough from your home- to avoid any type of "inconvenience, " you take out Scizor's Pokeball and let him out.

Folding your hands behind your head, Scizor and you walk side by side.

" What ya wanna do now, Scizor? "

Scizor snatched an Oran Berry from the outdoor shelf of a store you were passing in front of. He examined it then, took a bite.

" Sci. " he quietly replied.

" Up to me? I don't know? Wanna try the Gym Challenge? " you asked while glancing at your Pokemon.

Scizor glared at you before spitting out a piece of Oran Berry, " Sci? Scizor. Zor! " ( Translation: Do you? We both find Gym Challenge f*cking boring so what's the point! )

" Well, sh*t. You're right...What now then? "

Scizor shrugged. He gulped down his last piece of Oran Berry, " Zor, Scizor, Sci. "

" It's true. We're free now-- " Your face lit up as realisation struck you, " F*ck! That means we can do whatever we want! " You thrust your fist in the air while a metallic sound came from Scizor; most probably a chuckle from the Pokemon.

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Rival: Blaphes

Nickname: Dragon-guy

Final Team: Sceptile, Chimecho, Flygon, Salamence, Rayquazza (temporarily)

Blaphes is only present before and during the events of Pokemon Dream. He is absent during your time as a grunt. He too forms part of an evil Team in Almia and is one of their admins. The dark brunet has changed during the past years. He seems to hold a certain regret- something about making matters worst for a certain person while trying to help them in his own way.

Blaphes was born in Hoenn. He is from the Draconic Tribe- worshippers of Rayquazza. His mother is from the Draconic Tribe and his father from Krema.

Blaphes used to spend half of the year in Krema and the other half in Hoenn. You two are childhood friends and like to either tease or piss each other off. Blaphes started his Pokemon Journey one year prior to you.

He cut all contact with you for a whole year when he journeyed throughout Hoenn. The Primal Crisis caused by Team Aqua and Magma occurred during his time there.

A decade later, Blaphes is back trying to bring back down the right path so that you do not finish like him; threatened to be tracked down by International Police.

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When you meet Blaphes ( adult ) during the events of Pokemon Dream

#firstmeeting
#ratheruneventful

That dastard set the meeting place on top of a FREAKING cliff overlooking the harbour.

You arrived, on time, panting heavily after having ran at full speed for a good 25 minutes. You meet your now adult childhood friend. One look at you and he bursts into laughter. His chocolate brown hair bellowing in the wind, grey eyes sparkling.

" What an unlikely miracle, " he scoffed, " for once that Your Pessimist-ness is on time. " he flashed you a provocative grin.

You roll your eyes, " For once that you actually meet me in a regualr-- screw that. What bring you here, Draconic Tribesman? "

Blaphes placed a hand over his heart, " Aww, you didn't call me Dragon-guy! I'm so proud! " he said in the most dramatic way possible.

You click your tongue, " Shut up. "

Blaphes holds his hands up in sign of peace, " Fine, fine. " a mysterious smile spread on his lips, " Thought I visit my beloved childhood friend since we're in the same line of work. "

Cynfael crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow ( If you picked the male avatar) / Hellebore put her hands on her hips, raising and eyebrow ( If you picked the female avatar)

" What? " you ask, hoping you misheard the brunet.

" You heard right. I form part of an Evil Team too and just like you, I'm an admin, Cynfael/ Hellebore. "

" You must be joking," you said dryly.

Blaphes shook his head, " You must have received a call from your cousin not too long ago, right? He's my subordinate. "

" Of course, " you said still refusing to believe him, " and, I, am the Legendary Trainer, Red. "

Blaphes sighed. " I knew you wouldn't believe me. " His lips curled into a smirk, " You'll see...When all this mess in Krema is over. I'll prove you that I'm an admin of an Evil Team. " he chuckled, " Don't worry, you won't miss it...it'll be impossible to miss. "

A shiver ran down your spine when he said that.

What. The. F*ck? Where and when did that guy go wrong?  

You carefully backed away from your childhood friend. There was a dangerous aura surrounding him. You didn't like it. It didn't feel right.

What happened to him?

" Scared aren't you? " he suddenly said, " Well, that was to be expected. That's why....Cynfael/ Hellebore, you're still good. I won't say that being part of an evil team is bad. Far from it, it's got its pros-- and its cons too... " he grabbed both of your shoulders and looked straight into your eyes, " That's why...I won't let you end like me. You can still carve your way back. I won't let you become a bad grunt, my friend. I can promise you that. "

He smiled but your heart; it grew heavy and for some reason you feared that from this day onwards, things would only keep worsening.
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Yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh....? So...here's two scenario idea for the Evil Grunt Path. I didn't want to go in too much detail for the first part because this area of Silka, where the Grunt character lived can only be explored as an 'Extra' chapter likely available after you complete the post game.

This area, would, of course be updated into your map after you unlock the event.

Like always:

How was it?

Did you like it?

Until the next update,

Blaze.