Your name is Barry Hanson and you have learned a lot about yourself.
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☾ — Tch. Just another one of the trainers that constantly tried to capture the nightmare being. It hadn’t happened in a while, but was still annoying, nonetheless. Why couldn’t they just leave the legendary in peace…
“Do you honestly think I will just let you cram me into one of your mystic spheres? You are sorrily mistaken. Leave now, before things get rash." Darkrai wouldn’t do anything harmful - put the boy to sleep at the worst - but if he used his own team, things would begin to turn sour, fast.
”Well… no, not really,“ you admit, rubbing your neck. ”But of course, no Pokémon comes easily If you’d just give me a chance to battle you, I’d show you!“
Your listening skills are just awful. Darkrai made it quite clear it didn’t want you to try anything and that it wanted you to leave. The smart idea would be to flee, yet you still remain confident you can catch the thing.
“Excuse ya! That was all yer fault! Ah didn’t do anythin’, but stand here!” The boy snapped back with the same ardor that the strange blond was using.
”Yeah, well that was enough!“ You angrily point your finger at him. ”That’s it! I’ m going to fine you a thousand million dollars! Pay up or you’re dead meat!“
…When did Dawn head off to college? Sure, that would explain why he hadn’t seen her in a while, but Lucas was pretty sure that she’d tell him if she did. And he was also sure that he would have known about Barry taking that internship, because this was such a plot twist for him.
“…Um…I think I would have remembered that,” he mumbled quietly. Now he was certain he had stepped into another verse. Didn’t the Barry he knew want to be the Tower Tycoon like his dad? How would he tell this Barry that he was probably different from the Lucas he knew?
You’re so confused right now it’s not even funny. What, did Lucas have some sort of evil twin he was never informed of? There’s no way Lucas didn’t know about your internship. So, as the mature 17 year old you are, you decide to be grill Lucas for his statement.
“What do you mean you ‘would have remembered that’?” Air quotes accompanied that statement as well as a glare. “What the heck do you think you’re trying to pull, huh? Who are you and what have you done with the real Lucas?!”
Oh man. This was the big time. This was the best and rarest Pokémon you will have ever caught. Darkrai, the Nightmare Pokémon. You were so excited but yet very nervous, and your nerves only increase when it addresses you. You had no idea it could talk. “U-Um, well! I was planning on catching you and… uh, y'know! Trainer stuff!”
Trying to explain to the Pokémon you want to catch that you’re attempting to catch it is weird and awkward. Besides, it’s not like Darkrai is going to say “Oh, all right! Fire away!” because that’s just dumb. You’re dumb.
It’s not unusual for Professor Rowan to have you flying all over to the region, doing miscellaneous errands that he himself is too busy for. It doesn’t really bother you too much at all. You love being able to travel across the region like that. The most recent errand Rowan has for you is to deliver a few Pokémon to Snowpoint City Gym. Professor Rowan had borrowed a few from Candice to study and now that he was done, he was to return them, so he sent you.
You received the box of Poké Balls from Professor Rowan and you exit the lab. You release your Staraptor and hop onto it, flying off from Sandgem Town and making the long trip to Snowpoint City. You’re dressed in warm winter clothes, since Snowpoint is snowy nearly all year round. Rowan insisted that you dress warmly though you wouldn’t be hanging around the city for too long. Too bad it’s burning warm in Sandgem, making you sweat horribly for the most of a two hour flight.
Eventually, the snowy landscape of northern Sinnoh is in your sight. You start to feel glad for the clothes you were forced to wear now. Snowpoint City shouldn’t be too far off now. Once you’re there, you’ll drop off the balls and then remove your heavy coat to fly back to Sandgem. You honestly can’t wait. You aren’t fond of the longer trips all too much. They’re quite boring.
Here’s something that’ll make this day a little more interesting: you accidentally crash into another flier when you slowly zone out while waiting for your trip to end. You groan loudly, slamming your head against the other Trainer’s. Your Staraptor flies out of the way of the other bird before landing on the ground. The other guy seems to have landed too. You rub your head as you dismount from your Pokémon.
“Arceus, ugh…” you mutter, your heard already pounding dully. “Jeez, sorry, man. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
