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Chapter I

"Is this him?" Cabot Richardson asked his friend Dan.

Dan sighed, "This is him."

The Snivy sat on his custom-made gaming chair, surrounded by his own filth as he placed Call of Duty. Cabot and the Snivy's trainer couldn't hear the sounds of the video game, since the Grass Snake Pokémon was wearing the specialized gaming headset on. He thumbed away at his wireless controller as he played on multiplayer, on Team Deathmatch, "Snivy," he spoke calmly into the mike, talking to other gamers, "Sni, Snivy Sniv."

Cabot had seen a lot of Pokémon like Snivy in his current state, but he hadn't seen anything like this before. Snivy's personal gaming room, built into the basement of Dan's somewhat rural farmhouse, was both a masterpiece and a junkyard. 35cm thick walls of non-reinforced concrete surrounded all sides of the 5 square meter room with the exception of the ceiling, all sides of the room were covered with a sheet of carpet. Green carpet for the walls, white carpet for the ceiling, and brown carpet for the floor. The purpose for the concrete walls and carpet covering every side of the room was to prevent any noise from getting in or out of the room. And it works.

Sitting at one corner of the room was a hi-tech refrigerator with a water dispenser, filled to the brim of Snivy's favorite beverages and ice cream. Next to that was a blue 220 liter wheelie garbage bin overflowing with empty soda cans. At the other corner was a shelf full of video games, some of which was popular a while others Snivy had played once and forget. He'll only play them if someone else wants to play them with him, otherwise he'll just play Call of Duty. Right at another corner of the room was a plastic trunk full of all sorts of snack-food, some were junk, others were peanuts and freeze-dried food. Sometimes Pokémon food made its way in there, usually once a month.

An impressive feature of the room was the lighting. There were no windows in the gaming room, since it was underground. So, to simulate sunlight, bright UV lights were installed in the ceiling. They all gave off a nice purple color as they gave off the UV radiation, which was good since Snivy was a Grass-type Pokémon that needed sunlight for energy. Normally that energy would be used for agility and endurance for Pokémon battles, but all he uses it was for keeping his mind sharp.

Snivy's specialized three-seat gaming couch sat in the middle of the room, facing the TV. It was brown, and quite soft and relaxing. It had a built in heater, to keep warm during the cold times of the year. It had a hole cut out in the center of the back support, so Snivy's tail had room. It's most impressive, yet discreet, feature, was the custom-made toilet built into the center of the couch. Snivy sit on it every time he would play on his gaming console. It had a cushioned toilet seat, just as soft as the couch. Every time he would need to use the bathroom, he can just urinate and defecate where he sit and flush it all away without moving at all. Anyone who's fortunate enough to hear it a while playing online with Snivy didn't know what to think of it.

Before the couch was a 120cm LCD HDTV, mounted on the carpeted wall at around Snivy's eye-level. Below that was a coffee table, solidly built. It had the gaming console, an Xbox 720, one of the most popular video game consoles in the world. With it was a charging station for the game controllers, equipped with rechargeable batteries, the kind that were dropped in a slot with convenience and recharge the batteries. Then there was the jumbo-sized blue LED alarm clock to tell time, a medium-sized digital battery-powered weather station that gives a reading of indoor/ outdoor temperature and humidity, a Kiddie Nighthawk Carbon Monoxide detector – still giving a "0" reading on its small red LED display, and a small Energizer battery charger with Triple-A batteries clicked into it – used for the wireless headset. Any electronic device there was hooked up to a surge protector that can protect against a 5,000 joule surge.

Now that was serious. The gaming room was designed with a Uninterpretable Power Supply, or UPS for short, if the power would ever go out. In the next room contained a backup generator and an energy bank that can last up to 3 days individually. The gaming room would be airtight, if not Dan hadn't had the ventilation system installed into it. Also with a smoke detector on the ceiling, near the door, since the Nighthawk CO alarm doesn't cover for smoke protection.

The room was designed to be independent from the outside world, dedicated for complete gaming and personal safety. It was a wonder in the age of technology, and a personal castle for the "professional" gamer. Cabot appreciates that, but Snivy's lifestyle isn't what was concerning his trainer. It was the reason why he got into it.

"So what's Snivy's background?" Cabot asked.

"He was born in captivity," said Dan, "Raised in a Pokémon Lab, he was my starter Pokémon. At first he was a strong battler, able to get a win here and then. Helping me capture a few Pokémon too. But that was two years ago."

"What happened?"

"After just 3 months since I got him, Snivy came up to me and revealed that it was having trouble controlling its bladder. It took a while for me to understand the gestures, he showed me the puddle he accidentally made. Just when I was about to scold him, he became surprised and let go again despite keeping his cool."

"Happens to a lot of Pokémon." said Cabot.

Dan shook his head, "It happened 15 times a week since the first, I finally took him to the Pokémon Center where they got him looked at. Nurse Joy discovered that he was having a urinary tract infection and it was severe. By the time we got it treated, the damage was done. I didn't know how bad the damage was until Snivy's last Pokémon battle. After taking some hard blows from a Chandelure, he was defeated. When he was defeated, he was in a puddle of his own-"

"Okay, I got it. That was bad."

"I took him home, spent some money to build this since he proved to be an avid gamer, and he'd been at it ever since. He really liked the Call of Duty franchise, people at our work told us that this Snivy killed them 65 times and didn't die once. He just annihilates the competition. In the real world, he can't come outside without having to wear a specialized diaper."

Cabot's eyes went wide, "A diaper, like the ones you put on babies?"

"These diapers are custom-made for Snivy," said Dan, "Able to handle a full-blown pee, can hold a lot of water actually. He got into a habit in using the bathroom before heading out, usually he goes towards GameStop to look for other game. Using my debit card. Since he's a regular, and everybody knows him, no one put up much of a fuss."

"What's his gamer tag."

"Grassy, that's also his nickname. I don't call him by it though, since I like to think of him as any other Snivy. The only problem was, he's a Snivy who wears diapers in public. It had been a long time since I ever kept him in a Poké ball, I miss having him with me."

Grassy kept his focus on Call of Duty as he extended his two vines out from his back, Cabot watched as they slithered through the air towards the refrigerator. One vine opened up the refrigerator door as another vine reached inside, it pulled out a cola can before shutting the door. The Grass Snake Pokémon retracted its vines, still he kept his eyes glued to the TV. Grassy opened up the pop can with a vine and slurped it down without ever putting down the controller.

"He knows how to use Vine Whip," said Cabot, "To get a drink."

Grassy let out a large belch as he sat the cola aside, next he used his vines to reach underneath the couch and pulled out a laptop. He sat it beside him and plugged its charger into it, then plugged the plug into a separate surge suppressor at the coffee table, the one he uses for recharging batteries.

"Does he have internet connection?" Cabot asked.

"His own internet service," said Dan, "Independent from the house."

"You got him all this?"

"My cousin helped out and Snivy set up the rest, he knows technical stuff quite well."

Cabot chuckled, "That's a nerd for you."

"Yup," commented Dan, "He sure is."

"So you want to get him out of the house for the time being?"

"He's just going to go over to another gamer's house, I don't know how much connections he had made online so whatever I do won't make any difference. He doesn't mind his bladder problems. Sometimes he uses his problem as an advantage, just to get out of something."

"So what usually makes a gamer stop playing for a while?"

Dan turned to Cabot, "Someone has to frustrate Snivy to the point where he becomes angry, but that's not likely to happen. Snivy's a master at playing with people's minds, and since the Grass Snake Pokémon have a mostly passive personality getting them on their nerves would be the equivalent of knocking over a building in a single push."

"But is it still possible?" Cabot asked.

"It is," said Dan, "But the only way for that to happen is another gamer who's better than Snivy, and a better pro at messing up people and Pokémon's minds. I just wonder who would pull it off."

TO BE CONTINUED...