Needless to say, after having drowned into the depths of seasickness during a majority of his time on the cruise, Tyler wasn’t in a state to be wandering aimlessly around the bustling city. Lights lit up Seafare as the nightlife was starting to pick up. Groups of people and pokémon flocked the streets. As much as Tyler would’ve enjoyed to hit up a nightclub or something, his goal was to find a pokémon center and recover first.
“Hey Froakie, do you even know where we’re going?”
“Fro...”
The frog on his right shoulder shrugged as it gave a lazy reply. It seemed like they really were lost. An easy solution would be too simply ask someone for directions, which he did. Tyler saw a hooded man smoking something in an alley way and carelessly went up to him.
“Yo, what you smoking? I was just wond— “
Without warning, Tyler was forcibly pushed back into wall with one sharp scythe to his neck and another aimed at his chest. After regaining his senses, he could see it was a Scyther which had him in this position with the hooded man standing behind the pokémon. Taking a closer look, his attacker was a middle aged man with a look displaying malicious intent.
”I know you got the leaves! Hand ‘em over or Sharpy will cut up into tiny pieces and feed your ass to the Mightyena!”
“Dude, did you seriously name it Sharpy?”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Anyways, I don’t got leaves, shrooms, candies, or any of that shit on me right now. Check my pockets if you want. Also Froakie, can you like, do something?”
Tyler, not so quietly, whispered that last part to his partner pokemon who was now casually watching on the floor beside them. The frog pokémon just seemed stare blankly, deep into the dark alley way, before blinking. It looked at Tyler before simply shrugging as if it didn’t care. An act which the thug took notice of.
“Looks like your pokémon doesn’t give two shits about you. Sad. Now hand the stuff over or else...”
“Ra~”
“The fuck you say to me you little shit?!”
“Wasn’t me.”
He had heard the soft, nearly inaudible cry of something. A pokémon perhaps. Whatever the sound was, it was soon covered by loud sirens. Someone must’ve called the authorities. An act which Tyler was certain had just sent him to his grave.
“To hell with this! Scyther kill him and let’s get out of here!”
“Scythe!”
“Raaa~”
For a moment, Tyler thought he was dreaming. Whatever that thug was smoking must’ve gotten to him. After letting out a cry anguish(?), the Scyther hesitated for a moment before backing up. Freed up, Tyler managed to take a few breaths before witnessing what happened next.
“Did you not hear me Sharpy?! Use slash!”
The mantis pokémon, gave it’s owner a confused look before following through with his command. It’s scythe glowed a bright white light before slashing at the thug. This was followed by the splattering of blood and a loud shout from the thug. Tyler could only watch as the thug crumpled to the ground, his hand attempting to cover the rather large gash on his chest area.
“Well damn.”
Both Tyler and the still somewhat confused Scyther shared a glance before they looked into the alleyway for this mysterious helper. There seemed to be nothing there. Unfortunately, finding his savior would have to wait as the nearby sounds indicated authorities had arrived. Tyler already had his hands up by the time he turned to face one of the officers and a Growlithe who strolled over towards them. Sharpy, not knowing how else to react, put it’s own scythes up.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
The officer asked in a surprisingly casual tone as he eyed the blood on the scythe of Sharpy before shifting his gaze to Tyler. Sensing it’s trainer might be in trouble, Froakie, quite literally, came to his side for once.
“I can assure you officer that it’s not what it looks like.”
“Trust me kid, I’d have a thousand donuts for every time someone has told me that line. Got a better explanation?”
It took about a minute or two for Tyler to explain his story to the officer. From being seasick all the way to watching Sharpy cut the thug down. Tyler, however, did not mention the mysterious pokémon who seemed to confuse the Scyther. He felt somewhat bad for the mantis pokémon, as it just stood there, unable to defend itself. After his explanation, the officer took a moment to think before speaking.
“Man assaulted by his own Pokémon. Can’t say I’m surprised. Looks like the fun is starting early tonight.”
“Bruh.”
“In any case, you’re lucky Officer Jenny isn’t patrolling this area or else your tail would probably be sitting behind bars. Now skedaddle along kid.”
Dumbfounded at the response, Tyler stood there comprehending what the officer had said. He’d expected to be taken for questioning or at least show some identification like a trainer card or something. This officer was just going to let him walk away.
“Hey kid, you alright?”
It wasn’t a surprise that his hesitation drew the attention of the officer once more. He could see subtle signs of suspicions begin to grow on the officer. Not wanting risk his luck any longer, Tyler squashed those concerns and tried to get out of there.
“Uh no, I’m fine officer. Actually, I was just wondering if you can tell me how to get to the pokémon center...”
After receiving precise directions from the officer, Tyler and Froakie quickly went on their way. He supposed if there was one thing to be grateful about for this situation was that his headache seem to have gone away. It felt great not having the urge to vomit anymore. However, that didn’t mean he was completely out of the woodworks yet. Hopefully the pokémon center would be able to help them out for the time being.
