"We've arrived, you worthless reptiles," mumbled an older trainer, roughly twenty years in age. Two Treecko stood at his feet, looking worn, exhausted, and full of fear of the trainer. They stood in the Goldenrod train station, having moved from the Sinnoh region. Unfortunately for the reptiles, a storm caused the ship to have to anchor in Kanto, forcing the trainer to purchase a ticket for the train, putting him in a bad mood. And as Treecko one and two knew from experience, they wanted their trainer in anything but a bad mood.
He started to walk to the exit of the station. One of the Treecko - A male with superior stats in all but speed - looked over to the train, which was about to leave again. It was his chance! He dashed to the train, only to be kicked down and stepped on. "Well, at least your poor speed is good for something, you sack of crap"
The female watched, not doing anything, hoping to avoid angering her trainer. Today was her lucky day, as the man ignored her for now. He picked up the male and carried him by his tail. People nearby watched, but did nothing. They had their own concerns, their own worries. Why should they care about how a trainer was treating his Pokémon?
"You really should treat these two be-"
"You will NOT tell ME how to treat MY Pokémon! You will just take them and make them breed, understand!?"
"...Sir, I can always contact the Pokémon League and have them taken away"
"They wouldn't touch the Sinnoh Champion's Pokémon, unless they wanted a sound thrashing from Neptune"
The woman raised an eye brow, then looked behind the trainer. Standing - or, more precisely, balancing - there was a Kingdra, covered in scars from rough battles. He seemed to have defects from being inbred to achieve perfect stats. Overly thick scales, eyes dull, obvious mental retardation, and a nasty as hell temperament. She frowned and took the Treecko.
"At least tell me... Are these Treecko related?"
"Mother and son. Doesn't matter, however. They are the best I have for breeding, unfortunately. You'd think the little fuckers would naturally have high speed. But no, they don't". He then slammed his hand on the counter, startling Kingdra who started to blow bubbles fearfully. "I figure the change of scenery may make them start breeding what I WANT. If not, well, they could be useful as food"
God, this man is a trainer? A champion? thought the old lady as she turned her attention to the two Treecko. They trembled from fear.
The trainer returned a few hours later to check on progress. "Is there any results?" he growled to the elderly woman.
"Yes. There are results. My husband is outside waiting for you"
"Good. Guess they are FINALLY getting the message"
The trainer left the building to talk to the man, all while the woman frowned. "When my daughter gets here, you will regret your next visit, you evil man"
The trainer, not hearing the woman's mutterings, continued outside where the man was holding an egg. It looked... Different than normal, almost sparkly. The trainer's lips went up to one side, creating a confused expression. "Never seen an egg like this..." he said as he took it from the man, cutting him off mid sentence. The man stopped speaking, settling on a glare filled with malice, as the trainer biked away.
A cracking sound could be heard as the trainer approached the hotel. "Ah, good, the new egg heater is working wonders," he said softly as he walked in. A resounding snap echoed out as he approached his room and he craned his head back to get a look at the egg. What he saw made his eyes widen. He quickly fumbled for his Pokétech and opened up the IV program he obtained from a man a while back, and frowned.
"Worthless IV's... But still valuable. You can stay, Cyan," he said to the greenish blue Treecko. The shiny Pokémon frowned, which was odd. Newborn Pokémon normally cried for attention or giggled out of happiness instead. His tail was a pale, translucent yellow, like his belly. His trainer ignored this, however, attributing it to a genetic defect. In fact, he quite liked the pale yellow. Made the Treecko even more valuable as it showed no other defects, IVs not withstanding.
"Sit in the corner and don't bother me, Cyan. I'll be busy doing research"
The Treecko cocked his head and frowned some more before waddling to the corner, having already mastered walking. He plonked himself down and stared at the trainer.
"Now... The Pokédex says he inherited Leech Seed, Grass Whistle, Energy Ball, and Giga Drain from his parents... Good, that's par for the course. Can't have their attacks changing and fucking everything up. Right, Cyan?" the trainer grinned as he spoke before turning to look at the corner. His smile turned to a frown as he saw the Treecko wasn't there anymore. "Cyan? Fucking retarded Treecko, where did you get to?"
The trainer got up and took a step forward, only to trip and fall flat on his face. "GAH! THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" he shouted, looking to his feet. Wrapped around his ankles was a root system from a small seed. "Leech Seed? Gah, I'm going to have to beat some respect into that stupid lizard, aren't I? Neptune, take care of it for me..."
He reached down to his Pokéballs and pressed the button on one, letting out a dried up husk of a Kingdra. "Ne-Neptune?" he whispered as he changed his focus from the dead dragon to his Pokéballs. Four of them were wrapped in vines, and the fifth one, containing his Garchomp, was wrapped in a green glow as vines began to grow on it. His breathing quickened.
Suddenly, pain wracked his body as a burst of life filled energy slammed him in his back. He screamed in pain and rolled over to meet his attacker. Cyan was standing there, grinning, a blade of grass in his hand. "C-Cyan, what are you doing...?" he choked out.
The Treecko answered with a soothing melody blown through the blade of grass. The trainer began to close his eyes, feeling sleepy. "Cyan... What... Why... Gungh..."
He soon slipped into a dream land. Looking around, he saw a verdant, green forest, like the ones that surrounded the towns in Johto. He looked around, walking forward as he did so. Pidgey were singing, Sentret were playing, and he smiled, feeling happy and at peace. That is, until one of the Pokémon turned to look at him.
As the Sentret turned, the body began to drain rapidly, surrounded by a green glow. Within seconds it went from fat, plump, and jolly to cold, empty, and skeletal. The eyes were missing and the skin was cracking.
"T-the fuck is this!?"
More Pokémon turned to the sound of his voice, each one draining in turn. The trainer backed up, shivering. The forest itself began to glow green, leaves dropping from the trees, grass turning brown and dying, flowers withering. The green glow began to race to him. He turned and ran, trying to get away.
He kept running, the glow gaining on him. He was running blind, his eyes transfixed on the scene behind him. So it was no surprise when he ran into a large, cyan boulder. Looking up, he screamed.
The glow washed over him, sucking his life force away, draining him of nutrients, to allow Cyan to grow and dominate his dream. His eyes snapped open, in time to let him bring his skeletal hand to his head. He put it on his side, struggling to move, to breathe, as he looked at his Treecko.
His last thought before passing was a peculiar one, completely focused on his Treecko and how his tail was becoming quite a bright shade of red.