“Frank! Where are you going?”

Possessed Franklin walked Tangelo’s street cluelessly. People passed with their Pokemon and wild ones flew above. Buildings idle housed possibly the futures next great.

“Frank!” Franklin stopped.

“What?”

“Nurse Joy mentioned there was a virtual simulator happening today just up the road. She said it’s where all the people in the waiting room were headed.”

Franklin heard the feint music in the background, the one Red battles to.

Children lined up outside this, this different building. Wide rounded with vibrant red and blue painting and flashing lights to encourage the waiting.

“Hello and welcome trainers!” someone said. The children huddled around a screen with a young man on. He wore a bright yellow shirt with tall black hair sharp as Spearow talons with wide eyes and held a Pokeball.

“I am Senta, one of the five Orange Crew!” The crowd roared with excitement and joy.

“Who is that Frank, Martin said with thee utmost confusion. Franklin’s eyes didn’t budge from the screen.

“Today is the day! The virtual contest will start and end today. Win five battles and you will battle me to be crowned the winner!” The crowd roared as Senta spreads his arms wide as if to prepare for flight. “Your prize of course is a Pokemon egg prepared by my older sister and previous Mikan gym leader, Cissy, and yes 1,000 Pokedollars! Only the best will overcome these challenges, so let the battle begin!”

The waiting room was still and slanted. Nurses switched rooms quickly without a glance out. Pokemon being taken back and forth, large ones, large enough their horns or skulls would touch the ceiling. A Snorlax came through, just like Red’s, eye swollen shut and purple like a plum. A young girl, reminded Franklin of Tina, had bug bites the size of plums on her right arm. Tears drowned her eyes as a nervous adult and the red haired nurse escorted her to a back room. All the panic in this Pokecenter, the red haired nurse never seemed flustered or bothered.

Vulpix had been checked into the Pokecenter an hour ago, the red haired nurse moved towards Martin, who was fiddling with change at a vending machine. Mumbling, the nurse did the majority of the talking and filled Martin with white pause that held his tongue. She walked away from him and he stood there. Franklin glared at him until Martin finally looked back.

“Vulpix is going to be fine.” Franklin felt the oxygen exits his lungs into the Center.

“However,” The air backtracked. “We don’t have the money to the pay the bill. Even at home, I don’t have the money.”

The white left Martin and entered Franklin.

“I only brought enough for food and a room. The bill is that, plus.”

Franklin raised to his feet and headed towards the exit of the Center. Tangelo Island was quiet and the streets bare and Franklin walked it.