Very few hours had past marking that Wilbur slept very little and officially was tired. But it hadn’t stopped him from awakening to the warm sun that was almost like an Ember was just blasted from the sun. The quiet sleeping Pokémon that lay at the end of the bed made Wilbur shudder as he realized that North wasn’t there, it was only Spy and Swan.
I bet it’s begun to cook me breakfast.
Thoughts raced through his head, he knew that the pancakes North would cook would taste different they always did! But he had never commented about it, the only thing accused of having had tasted a bad pancake was always his facial expression. His three Pokémon knew and were always trying to get food that he would like but it was no match with him being “unable to taste properly”. Knowing the pancakes would take more then just a few minutes, Wilbur pulled out the sliver laptop that had stickers on the cover such as a guitar and a green Dino. He lifted the cover and typed in his password into the screen that asked him for it. Wilbur rummaged in the pictures of him and his Pokémon before decking on checking emails. He clicked on the first box in the category, “Important” to check what it was. He read it aloud.
"Hello! Wilbur Bowie. Let me Introduce myself, I am Cedric Juniper. I'm gathering strong trainers from across the world to aid me on a important task and journey. I've gathered thousands of data, and through much research I've chosen you and others to aid me. I will explain everything in person if you wish to accept this opportunity. But knowing what kind of trainer you are already, I doubt you'll pass this up. I will provide starter Pokémon if necessary. Please meet me at Hotel Grand Lake located at the crossroads between sunyshore city, Veilstone city and Pastoria City at 2pm. Can't wait to meet you!
Sincerely,
Researcher Juniper"
Again, he sat in thought for a moment before reliving the time down in the corner of the laptop screen highlighted in white. “Fu-“ He said, closing the laptop and jumping to the closet to grab a travel bag.
During a span of 15-30 minutes, he was dressed in a yellow sweater, black trousers, and some shoes and had everything packed. A black beanie and glasses were slapped on and his guitar was also on his back. All three of his Pokémon were placed inside their Pokéball. He was ready to leave.
Wilbur left the house and got to the train station as quick as he could, jumping into it at the last second as it was about to leave. Relieved, he went to go find a ‘Cedric’. “Mr. Cedric!” He called, hopping to find him soon. But he decided to just sit down instead. As he sat he looked over to a boy and a older man looking figure talking. “I won’t find Cedric!” He somewhat yelled in a British fury. “I hope…”