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He was a trainer, once, like you and me. His team was trained to the utmost, able to take down anyone else’s with ease. He wasn’t greedy; he wasn’t rash; he was smart, much smarter than most people his age. 

Then one day, he disappeared. 

At the time, nobody knew what had happened. This boy had acted normal the night before; no acting suspicious at all. Then , the next morning, he had gone. 

Theories of his disappearance abounded. Some said he’d been kidnapped, and that seemed to be the most common explanation. Some told stories of suicide. Others spread rumors of becoming lost in Viridian Forest. 

And then, there were a select few who maintained that the boy had transformed into a Pokémon. 

“Absurd,” most people scoffed when they heard that. “A human becoming a Pokémon? Impossible!”

But, soon after the boy’s disappearance, a strange Pokémon began terrorizing the town. A single spoon clenched in its clawed fist, it used Psychic attacks to wreck havoc upon the citizens.

And, sooner or later, people began to become possessed. 

Their pupils dilated, becoming almost dots in the otherwise pure whiteness of their eyes. “He’s here…” they’d say in an unwordly tone. “He’s back…”

And then they would slump over, dead.

Someone had to do something, I knew that much. As the senior trainer of Viridian, I decided it was high time to cut in. 

“I’m going into the forest to try to find the Pokémon,” I announced as soon as I could. “Who’s coming with me?”

Predictably, nobody volunteered. So I set off into the deep of the forest, alone.

The winding trail led me through rough underbrush, but eventually I reached a central meadow. The Caterpie and Weedle I had encountered on the way in were no match for me, so I had no trouble getting in.

And then I saw it.

A horror with a vaguely humanoid appearance, save the thick tail and pointed ears, save the star resting upon its forehead. I glared at the monster with rage-filled eyes. “You’re finished now.”

It looked at me, and I thought I saw sorrow in its eyes. But there was no apology for what had been done. “Charizard, use Blast Burn,” I said.

The creature fell, not even putting up a fight. I looked at the slumped body a little longer, then returned home. 

The next morning, someone brought a note for me. As I read it, my heart filled with dread and my eyes with disbelief.  

“I hope I find you well, sir, and that you will believe everything I put here. As you know, I have been experimenting with Psychic powers and have decided to try a small experiment. The Pokémon Kadabra is said to appear when a certain wavelength is triggered, an I intend to find it.”

It was signed by the boy. The one who had disappeared. As my mind made the connection, I slumped over in my chair and began to cry.

Kadabra: The Psi Pokémon. It is rumored that a boy with psychic abilities suddenly transformed into Kadabra while he was assisting research into extrasensory powers.