After obtaining Nyurgh's respect, Blackhawk was ready to lead the young man on his Pokemon journey. They said good-bye to Sean and his wife and departed. They had walked several blocks of Twinleaf Town before Nyurgh encountered another of his father's friends. Blackhawk looked down the road after hearing a door slam open.
"You might wanna move," he said, stepping back.
"Why?" Nyurgh asked.
Suddenly, a fifteen year-old crashed headfirst into the boy, sending them both into the ground. The boy had blonde scruffy hair that stuck up in the front. He wore a polo shirt that was orange creamsicle-striped with dark green scarf. His grey pants showed small traces of earth from where he hit the ground. He quickly dusted them off, and then looked at Blackhawk.
"Dude, it's been AGES!" the young boy yelled.
"Holy crap!" Blackhawk replied. "It's been fifteen years, but you haven't aged at all Barry!"
"Of course not. Time doesn't pass in Arceus' Realm," Barry replied, raising his arms skyward.
"Arceus, you mean like the Pokerangers Arceus?" Nyurgh asked, fascinated by this new trainer.
"Uh, I don't know what a Pokeranger is, but yes." The jumpy boy replied.
"Wait, if you managed to enter the God Realm, then does that mean..." the eldest trailed off in thought.
"That's right," Barry yelled, smiling confidently, "Lucas, Dawn, and I caught the three obelisks."
"Obelisks?" the new trainer asked.
"Basically three keys," Blackhawk explained, using his hands to act out his story, "Dialga; controller of time, Palkia; ruler of space, and Giratina; lord of dimensions. When these three combine their powers, they open the gateway to Arceus, the God of all Pokemon."
"Wow, so you ACTUALLY met Arceus!" Nyurgh screeched.
"Sure did," Barry replied, pointing his thumb at himself, "Blackhawk could've joined us, but he decided to go rogue."
"Hey, while the three of you blew off life, I was having the time of my life." the man replied. "I used, was used, scored, partied, but most importantly, I met Andy Samberg face-to-face."
"Andy Samberg?" Barry said cluelessly.
"Oh, the guy who jizzes himself." Nyurgh said. "My dad plays his music all the time."
"He doesn't just 'jizz himself', but that's beside my point." Blackhawk replied, seeming fanboy-ish. "Barry, what are you doing here? I mean, you are one of the first three who went to Heaven without being dead. What else could you possibly want from this world?"
"That's just it," the blonde replied, sticking his hands in his pockets, "Everything was perfect, nothing bad, (aside: or exciting
) ever happened. The three of us realized this, so we came back. By the way B.H., who's the kid?"
"Oh, where are my manners? This is Nyurgh, Sean's kid." the man replied.
"Sean? Oh you mean Riley, that no-good-Rotom-stealing-name-changing-son-of-a-*****," Barry said, exchanging his smile for a sour expression, "So, while we were busy saving his
ass from Charon and Team Galactic at Stark Mountain, he was gettin' some?"
"What do you mean 'no-good-Rotom-stealing-name-changing-son-of-a-'?" Sean's kid asked.
"That Rotom of your dad's, and those machines too, they were Charon's discovery." Barry replied crudely.
"How can you STILL be holding a grudge?" Blackhawk asked with force. "Remember, Riley saved our asses at Spear Pillar. Hell, he gave more than we did to protect him from Charon. After what he went through, changing his identity was probably the only way he could keep the guilt from killing him. He lost his best friend, wouldn't you feel the same way?"
"Wait, so this 'family heirloom' is actually a five-finger-discount?" Nyurgh asked in shock. "Get these things away from me!"
Nyurgh tossed the bag containing the transformation mediums and Rotom's Pokeball away. He then ran towards Sandgem Town, which meant he would have to cross the Pokemon-infested Route 201. Barry, the youth untouched by time, and Blackhawk, the mentor, exchanged worried looks. They collected the discarded items and looked towards Twinleaf Town's lone exit. Even though a minute had barely passed, there was no trace of Nyurgh.
"Like father like son," Barry quoted, raising his arms, "When something goes wrong, he takes off quick as lightning."
"Quiet Barry. That's what caused this problem in the first place." Blackhawk replied.
Meanwhile, in Route 201, Nyurgh was widening the gap. He chose to divert from the dirt path laid down for trainers. Instead cutting through the thick trees. As he hopped over roots and downed branches, the cries of wild Pokemon echoed through the tranquility. Of course, without his Rotom, a Pokemon encounter would be hazardous. It had been twenty minutes, and the boy's stamina was running low. He sat down on a comfy-looking brown puff.
"BIDOOOOOOF!" the puff screeched.
"What the Hello Kitty!?" Nyurgh responded.
Five brown puffs hopped out of the brush. Each was roughly two feet tall. Their ears and tails appeared as brown puffs of fur. Their faces were tan with souless eyes. Under their red noses, Bidoof's signature buck teeth glistened.
"Oh, they're just Bidoof," Nyurgh said, his blood pressure settling, "I thought I was in danger."
"Bi-DOOF!" one of the beavers barked.
Suddenly, the powerful teeth disappeared, sinking into Nyurgh's skin. Now it was the boy's turn to scream. He shook off the Bidoof and began running, his stamina magically restored. The family of Plump Mice Pokemon were close behind him, craving human flesh. Nyurgh knew he would have to fight back. Without slowing, he bent down and snatched a grey stone lying on the ground. He turned to chuck it at his attackers, but the brown furballs were on top of him before he could take aim. The rock popped out of his hand, flying into a leafy branch behind him. A small clump of twigs hit the ground.
"Starly!" another species of wild Pokemon screeched.
This time, the nature that Nyurgh had disturbed took the shape of three small grey birds. The family of young Starly joined the Poke-pile that was inflicting pain on the boy. Their sharp beaks pecked at his face, barely missing his eyes. An undescribable sound echoed from the trees that surrounded the group. Two Pokemon, big ones, cried out. The first flapped its large black wings and blew off the Starly. The second used its thick tail to smack off the Bidoof.
Nyurgh pulled himself to his feet to identify his heroes as Bibarel and Staraptor. Staraptor was a large black bird, roughly four feet tall, with a red clump of feathers that hung in a fashion similar to bangs. Biberal was a three-foot tall beaver with a thick brown tail and the same chompers that Bidoof, its junior, possesses. The fully-evolved Pokemon chased off the wild attackers. Nyurgh was startled as the sound of twigs breaking grew closer and closer. Two figures - one large, one short - stepped out from the trees.
"GET BACK!" the boy yelled.
"I oughta fry you, ungrateful twerp," Barry mumbled, recalling his Staraptor.
"You forgot these," Blackhawk added, tossing the items Nyurgh had carelessly tossed aside.
"Get these away." the boy refused. "I'm going to Sandgem so I can get a Pokemon that I earned
"Oh really," Barry asked, putting his fists on his waist, "How did you plan on 'earning' that Pokemon?"
"Getting himself killed obviously." the mentor replied.
"No!" Nyurgh yelled in response. "I'll show you guys!"
"Didn't we have this conversation with Sean," Barry asked, turning to Blackhawk.
"Don't you EVER compare me to...to... HIM," Nyurgh shot back, tears of shame welling in his eyes.
"Fine, go to Sandgem Town," Blackhawk replied, turning to walk away, "But keep Rotom with you, at least until you get your well-deserved Pokemon from Professor Rowan. After that, I don't really give a Ratata's ass."
"Wait, so this is how it ends?" Barry asked, feeling shafted. "You become his mentor for two hours, and then you leave him?"
"He doesn't need me," the thirty year-old said, walking back towards Twinleaf Town, "He proved it to us; he can fend for himself."
"Fine, you can follow me to Sandgem Town if you want." the boy replied.
The three trainers took a small break to regain composure. Then they re-traced their steps to find the dirt path that would lead them to Sandgem Town. After another half hour, Blackhawk and Barry found themselves in the outskirts of their friend Dawn's hometown. The houses were built out of a sturdy wood and had roofs painted a grassy green. The professor's labratory was the largest building, approximately twice the size of a regular house. The path was well-marked, removing the need for navigation. However, Nyurgh and Barry were thrown off-guard when Blackhawk turned to the right and knocked at the first house down the block.
"Hello." he said when the door creaked open.
"Who is this?" an aged man asked.
"It's Blackhawk sir, is Dawn home?" he responded.
"Little Blackhawk!" the man replied. "I haven't seen you since the five of you were in the Sinnoh League! One second, I'll have Dawn out right away. Oh yeah, Lucas is here too."
"You missed her, didn't you," Barry teased, elbowing the aged gentleman in the ribs, "I knew you were sweet on Dawn. Of course, there are two major Diglett-blocks. First, she's with Lucas now. That's right, they hooked up in Arceus' Realm. Trust me... I had to watch. Plus, she's still fourteen, but you're what, Thirty-three? Last I checked, that was Pedophilia."
"Wow, you really don't know when to shut up, do you?" Nyurgh commented.
"I couldn't agree more." a voice rang from behind the door.
A young girl with long black hair stepped outside. She wore a pink miniskirt with a black top. Her head was covered by a white hat. Behind her stood a young boy wearing jeans, a black jacket, and an orange beret. They were Dawn and Lucas, respectively. They had fought Team Galactic on Spear Pillar alongside Blackhawk, Barry, and Nyurgh's father.
"I missed you SOOO much Blackhawk," Dawn squealed, wrapping her arms around the man.
"Yeah, it has been a long time." Lucas added. "Barry, how's it been on your side?"
"Can't complain." the blonde boy replied.
"Well I can," Nyurgh complained, walking away from the group, "If you care, I'll be at Professor Rowan's getting my Chimchar."
So the brown-haired boy left his teacher with his friends. He was about to open the green door to the lab, when three Pokemon charged through, slamming into the boy. He quickly recognized them as the three starters. Piplup, a small blue penguin, Turtwig, a green turtle, and Chimchar, asmall orange monkey with a flame for a tail. A stout old man with a grey beard ran out of the lab. He managed to snatch Piplup before it could run away, but his age prevented him from chasing the others.
"Listen...kid," he said, gasping for air, "I-I-I don't care if you catch those two for yourself or not. J-j-j-ust make sure they get a good home."
"Wait, aren't you supposed to care about your Pokemon?" Nyurgh asked.
"Yes, but due to my age, they've just been more trouble." Professor Rowan replied. "I envy Professor Elm, he hasn't reached sixty yet. Heck, I w-w-wouldn't mind being Professor Birch either. So, erm, where was I? Oh yes, of course, try and catch Turtwig and Chimchar so they don't get mis-treated."
"Is it okay if I ask you a question?"
"Sure, t-that's why I'm here."
"What is a 'good home' for a Pokemon?"
"Y-y-you know, d-don't use it as your personal slave like this kid Paul I came across. But don't be a p-p-pushover either. If a Pokemon refuses to enter its Pokeball on command, feel free to give it a good smack, out of respect of course."
"Wow, thanks Professor Rowan! Now I know!" Nyurgh replied, smiling.
"And you know what they say..." the old man said, if this were a cartoon, it would be the perfect moment for an American Flag to wave in the background.
Several minutes had passed...
"Knowing is half the battle." Nyurgh whispered in the old man's ear.
"W-w-what does that mean?"
"Nevermind, you killed it." he replied, then stared off into the distance. "Sorry guys, I
tried to throw in a G.I. Joe reference, but it felt stupid, so...yeah. Sorry I wasted your time."
"Who are you talking to?" the professor asked, trying to hang on to whatever sanity he had left.
After that incredible waste of time, Nyurgh decided to chase after the two escaped Pokemon. It didn't take long before he found his target: Chimchar. The orange monkey was on top of a roof dancing. The cheeky monkey saw the new trainer and leapt off the roof. It latched onto the boy's face and began twitching violently. The boy ripped the strange monkey off of his face and threw it back. He grabbed Rotom's Pokeball and called out his Pokemon. The red ball of plasma buzzed upon release.
"Rotom, as much as I hate it, we have to battle together." Nyurgh said.
The plasma being buzzed in sadness. It was able to sense the boy's feelings, since they are what brought it into existence. The Chimp Pokemon leapt off of the ground, claws at the ready. It swung its right arm in an attempt to cut Rotom. However, the Ghost-type merely phased through the Normal-type attack. Chimchar gasped, taken off-guard by this inconvenience.
"Rotom, Thundershock," the boy instructed.
Rotom loyally obeyed its owner, despite it being its first, and possibly last, battle with Nyurgh. It swelled up with electricity and fired it off in a thin stream. The Thundershock struck Chimchar dead-center, sending a chill through its body. Rotom began adding more energy into the attack, forcing more crippling energy through the monkey's body. After ten seconds of this, Chimchar erratically shook off the attack, its fur semi-charred and carrying static.
It was Chimchar's turn to mount an attack. It opened its mouth and fired small fiery bullet at its opponent. Rotom swiftly floated to the side, successfully avoiding Chimchar's Ember. The little monkey was prepared however. It took off into a run and rolled into a ball. It then began spewing out flames, engulfing itself in a ball of fire. The burning orb rolled towards the Plasma Pokemon at an increasingly fast rate. This time, Rotom was unable to dodge. Flame Wheel ground into its target, burning it with every rotation. Chimchar then proceeded to kick away and landed gracefully on the ground, smiling.
"Rotom, get up! Try using your Ominous Wind!" Nyurgh yelled.
Chimchar's fur stood on end. The atmosphere around it was engulfed in an eerie chill. Suddenly, a dark purple sphere of air surrounded the fire monkey. This sphere of wicked air cut through the Pokemon's body, but it did meager damage. The diamond in the rough though, is Ominous Wind's effect. Like Ancientpower and Silver Wind, when this attack successfully connects, it gives the user a major boost in all areas! Rotom floated back up at full strength, discouraging Chimchar. The Fire-type fought back with another Ember. Nyurgh reached into the brown sack his mom had prepared for him, pulled out a miniature grey fan, and tossed it at Rotom.
"Here, use this so you can use Air Slash!" he yelled.
Rotom used its plasma to wrap the fan in a blue glow. It then entered the fan, changing its shape and turning it a crimson color. The buttons at the base of the object were replaced with facial features, and the entire machine was surrounded by a pale orange glow.
Fan Rotom spun its blades, sending out a refreshing breeze. The breeze formed knives that dispersed the embers, cutting up Chimchar in the process. Nyurgh then pulled out a miniature washing machine and threw it at his Pokemon.
"Switch and use Hydro Pump," he said, preparing the catch the fan when it came his way.
Rotom de-possessed the fan and surrounded the scale-model washing machine in its electric blue glow. Nyurgh caught the fan and threw it in the sack. The washing machine turned crimson and grew facial features, just as the fan had done before. Now it took the form of Wash Rotom.
The washing machine hit spin cycle and began storing up water. In a matter of seconds, the door flew open. A massive torrent of water engulfed Chimchar and drilled it into a tree. When the attack subsided, there was an almost two-feet tall monkey-shaped crater in the tree, but no monkey. The lack of a Chimchar threw both trainer and Pokemon aback.
"CHIMCHAR!" the monkey screamed.
Nyurgh turned quickly to find Chimchar had latched onto Rotom. The monkey wrapped itself in flames and began spinning, taking the Plasma Pokemon with it. The result: a fiery wheel with a big uneven lump. The Chimp Pokemon released its hold on Rotom, sending the fireball crashing into the ground, forming a trail of broken earth. The monkey's fire sphere followed the trail and drilled into Rotom, sending it flying even further.
"How is that possible!?" Nyurgh yelled. "One Hydro Pump Should have taken Chimchar out!"
"Haven't we been over this?" an older voice said from behind the boy. "Look, no matter what these books say, they leave out plenty of variables."
"Blackhawk's right," Barry said, placing his hand on Nyurgh's shoulder, "There's breeding, conditioning, and most importantly; the opponent's fighting spirit. Chimchar is a fiesty little bugger. I should know, my Chimchar took down Roark's Cranidos and Geodude without flinching."
"So, it's not Rotom's fault?" Nyurgh asked.
"No, and it is not your fault either," Dawn replied, stepping next to the ten year-old.
"I see..." Nyurgh took a moment to take these words into heart, "COME ON ROTOM! YOU CAN DO IT!"
"Wow kid," Blackhawk said, scratching his head, "You change opinions every hour. First you hated me, then you respected me, then you hated Rotom, then me, and now...make up your damn mind."
"Fine, this is my decision," the boy replied, pointing at Chimchar with ferocity, "CHIMCHAR WILL BE MY POKEMON, AND ROTOM WILL HELP ME! USE DOUBLE TEAM!"
The fiesty boy's yells scared the living daylights out of Chimchar. In its fear, it failed to prevent Rotom from copying itself. The Chimp Pokemon found itself surrounded by floating washing machines. Its fears were exasperated, causing it to screech. The fire on its tail grew to a massive size, engulfing the Pokemon it was attached to!
"Look out kid, that's Chimchar's Blaze ability." Lucas warned Nyurgh. "Now what will you do? It will even block out Hydro Pump."
"Rotom, get out of the washing machine, and give me a big hug." the boy commanded.
The Plasma Pokemon was confused, but it still followed Nyurgh's orders. Just like before, it threw the washing machine at its trainer, who snatched it and tossed it in his bag. The plasma ball then found itself wrapped in the boy's arms. Like when they first met, Rotom administered a powerful electric shock into the boy.
"What the heck are you doing!" Dawn yelled.
"I'mmmm juzzzzt do-ING what comezzzz to mi-ay-nd," the boy replied, constantly being interrupted by the sparks.