"Who's that little girl?"
"And!"
"What kind of Pokémon is that bear?"
"Why isn't it in my Pokédex?"
"I don't know..."
"I've never seen that little girl trainer before, and I've never seen a bear-shaped Pokémon like that, either."
"Me neither!"
"Do you think it could be a Pokémon that's never been discovered?"
"Maybe."
"Hey!"
"Everyone, never mind who that little girl is or what type of Pokémon that bear is. As long as she can beat that 'Mewtwo,' that's all that matters!"
"My Pokémon partners were all just captured by those black Poké Balls. Now we're counting on her!"
"Me too!"
"Ahem!"
"Hope she wins?"
"..."
The invited trainers whose Pokémon had all been forcibly taken in the chaos watched as the little girl trainer suddenly appeared, faced off against that loathsome "Mewtwo," and quickly agreed on the rules before getting ready to battle. They gathered nervously in one corner of the arena and began whispering among themselves.
"Annie!"
"Go for it!"
"I believe in you!"
"You've got to win!"
Meanwhile, Misty, her hair tied in a slanted ponytail, stood beside the injured Brock on the other side of the arena. She waved excitedly and cheered Annie on.
"You have to help me and everyone else get our Pokémon back!"
"Please!"
But clearly, she was only pretending to cheer Annie on. That last thing she'd said was what she really meant.
"..."
While Brock watched the match, he kept scanning their surroundings with his perpetually narrowed eyes. He seemed to be looking for their companion Ash, who had run off with Pikachu earlier to avoid those black Poké Balls.
"Go, Tibbers!"
(ˊ▽ˋ*)
"If you dare mess this up, you're dead!"
Q(`⌒Q)
Annie didn't pay any attention to those boring people. She just cheered on her little bear in her