Patrick had to do what he needed to survive—even if it meant stealing.

Patrick looked like a homeless boy. He had messy brown hair, 5'81 black shirt-up
t-shirt with red on the sides and from shoulder to shoulder. He has gray shorts
and back shoes; everything he had was covered in dirt.

Ahead of Patrick was a well acquainted house. Two-story, white paint, red roof,
and well groomed green grass.

On the houses windowsill was a freshly baked blueberry pie.

Patrick yearned for the pie. His eyes craving, mouth salivating, hands
trembling, and demented

Patrick reached up and culled the pie away.

Little did Patrick know; the houses housemothers had been out for a walk and
returned to her estate. Woman in her late 40's, sturdy-husky body, smooth skin,
white sleeved clothes, blue strips all over, brown khaki shorts, and a white apron in front of her waist. Frizzy long brown hair, wrinkles on her cheeks, and
hazel eyes.

The housemother noticed Patrick as he had the pie in his hands. The woman raised
her left finger out, pointing at Patrick, shrilled, " YOU FILTHY BOY! GUARDS, WE
HAVE AN INTRUDER!"

Patrick was nimble on his feet—he needed to escape the thunderous sounds of
footsteps behind him.

Patrick ran into the woods surrounding the housemother's house. However, the
guards continued chasing after him.

Being chased was a part of Patrick's life saga. Patrick would steal from candy
stores, jewelry stores, and other stores he visited.

Patrick wasn't always dirt poor and on the run. He was once rich, well off, and
had a loving family. However; there was also tragedy in his life. Tragedy:
Patrick dared not to spiel about.

" GET BACK HERE, YOU THEIF!" One of the guards yelled.

" Darmanitan, Flamethrower!" Another one of the guards yelled, he ordered his
Pokémon too attack.

" Dar!" A squeaky voice yelled.

Patrick knew all about Pokémon. Ever since there was life—there has always been
Pokémon. Pokémon are extraordinary creatures with special powers. He knew there
were people who trained/raised Pokémon and entered them in vicious battles.

Patrick was quick; ducked down. His whole body fell to the ground—he was able to
crawl. Patrick crawled into a small dirt hole. The dirt hole was so small; the
guards couldn't catch Patrick.

" Please, leave me alone!" Patrick pleaded too himself.

" You can't run forever, you hobo!" The rough voice of one guard yelled.

" We saw your face! You can't run forever!"

XXX

Patrick was able to outrun the guard and found a consecrated part of the forest.

Patrick was ashamed of himself, holding a freshly baked pie, he just wanted to
eat to.

" I can't eat this," Patrick thought to himself out loud. " But I'm just so
hungry…. NO! I can't think like that! I have to return this stolen good back to
its owner and accept my punishment like… maybe, just a little bit…"

Patrick laid the pie on the ground.

Patrick was going to eat the pie, however, two Pokémon Patrick recognised as
Patrat's showed up.

The two Patrat's goggled the pie Patrick stole. They licked their lips, shaking,
as their eyes gaped.

" Hey," Patrick said to the two Pokémon. " You two are hungry, aren't you? Well,
if you're hungry, than you should eat." Patrick slide the pie closer to the two
Pokémon. " I'm not as hungry as I thought."

The Patrat's advanced closer to the pie.

Both Patrat's sniffed the pie, studying its fragrance and incense smell, soon
took a bite.

The Patrat's laughed with glee.

The two soon devoured the pie whole. But crumbs were still on both Patrat's
mouths.

Both Patrat's ran up to Patrick with glee.

Each one rushed up too Patrick, willingly rubbing themselves to him, as Patrick
smiled.

XXX

A while later; an old woman was walking towards her laboratory.

The woman despite being over 40 yrs. old was beautiful. Silk brown hair
resembling an ice cream top, wearing a gray lab coat, white shirt underneath,
light green skirt, and blue eyes. She also had small spherical earrings and red
sneakers. She was carrying a heavy brown leather bag.

" It sure was a lovely ceremony," The girl reminisced, looking at the sky in
deep thought. " I can hardly believe Black's now the Unova Champion. Last I
recall: he was a stubborn little twerp. But yet here he is one of the world's
greatest champion and patron. Yet, he doesn't have the time to visit me."

" Hey, baby!" A crooked voice impelled. The woman turned in the direction of the
man's voice. He had a gray hat over his head, tattered gray biker suit, ripped
spot at the knees, gray eyes. The woman noticed his breath reeked of alcohol,
eyes ogled her body, and his tongue squirmed as he stuck it out . " That's a
nice bag you got there, wench! Hand it over!"

The crooked man lurked up to the woman and grasped her by the shoulders.

The woman was terrified. She was afraid, a man was maculating her, and she was
completely helpless.

" HELP!" The woman cried. " PLEASE HELP ME!"

" Scream all you want, wench!" The crooked man ridiculed. " No one can here y—"

" Hey!" The voice of Patrick shouted. " Leave that lady alone!"

Patrick appeared out of nowhere, kicked the thief behind his back, and pushed
the man to the ground.

He had to save her—he wanted to redeem himself. Stopping a crook was the only
thing he could enact.

Patrick stared straight into the woman's eyes, she was flabbergasted, he smiled,
said, " I hope you are okay, madam. I'll be taking me l—"

The woman squeezed Patrick's left arm, he was immobilized, her eyes staring at
the ground, she said, " Let me properly thank you. You look like a mess; come to
my house and take a bath. I have many things I'd like to discuss with you."

XXX

Patrick had finished taking a shower—he was soaking wet—he tried to wipe his
skin dry.

Patrick had time to ponder to himself, he was alone, and he was in sanctity.

" Why is this lady being nice to me?" Patrick pondered. " No one's ever been
this nice to me."

" Excuse me," The woman said in the other room. " I'm making tea&cookies. Is
there anything special you'd like with your tea?"

Patrick continued to ponder, his head was down, said, " Surprise me."

XXX

Patrick was having tea with the woman. Patrick was wearing an old pair of
trousers, towel wrapped around his chest, as his hair was still soaking wet.

They were outside, sitting next to a white metal table, tea cups and cookies
were displayed on the table. Cloud's blocked the sun, trees rustled with the
breeze, the woman couldn't have wished for a more lavish environment.

Patrick however was in a rout. He couldn't stand her generosity; diffidently
twirled his silver spoon around the tea, and mopped.

" I'm terribly sorry. We haven't introduced ourselves," Juniper responded. " My
name is Professor Juniper. I'm a professor who studies Pokémon. What's your
name?"

" Patrick," Patrick said demurely. " Patrick Strong."

" So, Patrick, how do you feel about Pokémon?" Juniper asked, leaning closer to
him.

Patrick hesitated, twirling his spoon in the tea, saying rather hesitantly, "
They're my only friends."

Patrick lifted his spoon out of his tea cup and took a sip of it.

Professor Juniper stared at Patrick. She could believe his ego—she couldn't
believe his philosophy.

Professor Juniper reached down and pulled something out. A small metallic ball,
the top made of red alloy, the bottom made of white alloy, and a seal in the
centre.

Professor Juniper rolled the strange object over to Patrick, he barely got a
look of it, clasped it with his left arm.

Red light glowed from the seal of the strange device.

The seal opened up, white light glowing brightly, a creature popped out and was
caught by Patrick. Patrick hadn't seem a Pokémon much like it. It was a
tan-colored, dog-like Pokémon. It has large eyes and a red nose

The creature looked directly into Patrick's eyes. That's when it noticed
Patrick's left arm. Its nose scrunched up as it sniffed Patrick's arm. The
Pokémon than licked Patrick's arm with a small soft pink tongue. The Pokémon
ceased its licking; it jumped onto Patrick's laps.

" Lillipup!" The small Pokémon joyfully barked. " Pup pup!"

The small creature stuck its tongue out and licked Patrick's face.

" Woah, cut it out!" Patrick laughed more than ordered. " You're a frisky little
guy, aren't ya?"

" That there's a female," Professor Juniper explained. " Tell me: what brought
you here?"

Patrick's body froze up. The softness of Lillpup's tongue became cold for him.
He grew shivers just thinking about his past. " Well… I am… was… a singer…"

" A singer?" Professor asked; she had her doubts about whether or not he was a
real singer. Both Patrick and her blinked eyes in unison. Professor Juniper than
smiled. " Please, if you truly are a singer, sing me a song."

Patrick at first was anxious. There was an old woman staring dubiously into his
eyes, the sensation of tongues was against his skin, dealing with absurd
conflict. However, he stood up, taking Lillipup off of him and setting her
gently on the ground, and stood up; conversing his song:

Patrick: My tears are an empty drain

I shed over and over

Though I don't wait find bliss today

Nor tomorrow will cease my sorrow

My eyes must maintain their site;

I hold what I see.

No one can silence me.

I can't be absolved with my pain

I will let my voice be heard

Move me, see me, kill me

I am but a shell; I cannot stay down.

And I'll choir once more.

till the day beings once more.

There was a moment of silence between Professor Juniper and him—the song was
over. Professor Juniper smiled right away. She than reached her hand out—Patrick
stared into her ambitious eyes; he smiled and grabbed a hold of her.

Professor Juniper smiled, picked Patrick's arm up, and rubbed it against her
right cheek, saying, " I have a proposition for you."

XXX

Ring new types of clothes. He was wearing a black shirt, gray jeans with a belt,
and a red-yellow jacket. His hair was also groomed and trimmed around the edges,
skin cleansed of all dirt, and bandages were patched too bruised sections of his
body. To complete his outfit, he had five of the devices shrunken; Lillipup was
concealed in.

Professor Juniper was in front of Patrick and holding a medium-sized backpack
out for him. Patrick took the bag away, and Lillipup jumped out of it—licked him
across his face.

" Ah, cut it out, Lillipup!" Patrick giggled. " That really tickles!"

Juniper smiled. " I was right. I knew there was something different about
Patrick, and I was right. He strives on ambition. Here." Juniper passed a basket
too Patrick. Patrick was at first surprised, however, he snatched it away. "I
know you're hungry; I made you some thin sliced sandwiches and put some bottles
of water inside."

Juniper started blushing—she didn't know why. Patrick graciously took the
supplies away from Professor Juniper. " Thanks. Y'know, you are very kind."

Junipers blushing turned into a happy smile. She than passed Patrick a strange
device. Long red parallelogram device, with an assortment of buttons all over
it.

" This is a Pokedex. It'll record data on Pokemon you happen to find along your
journey." Juniper embraced Patrick with a strong hug. Patrick blushed, his
cheeks burned red, and he was happy. " An adventure awaits; going through a vast
new world." Juniper broke out of hugging. Her cheeks were still red. " Good
luck, Patrick."

XXX

Large trees surrounded Patrick and Lillipup. Lillipup kept rubbing her head
against Patrick's left leg. Lillipup was infatuated by Patrick, and couldn't
stop her admiring him.

" Y'know, now that you and I will be travelling together, I should probably give
you a name I'll remember."

" Lillipup! Pup pup! Lillipup!" Lillipup barked happily, wagging her tail.

" Let's see… Fido?". Lillipup shaked her head; no. " Fluffy?" Lillipup shook her
head; no. " How about… Lilly?"

" Pup pup!" Lilly (Lillipup) barked loudly; yes.

" Okay!" Patrick giggled boldly, pumped his fists. " I don't know much about
'Pokemon', but I really like you, Lilly! Let's get strong together!"

" Lillipup!"

Patrick picked Lilly off the ground and started running forward. Patrick and
Lilly laughed with zeal; they ran forward.

" I don't know what the future holds. Even…even though there's so much I'll need
to learn…I know I can do well… I just put my heart in it. Adventure, here we
come, Patrick and Lilly, friends forever!"