We are on Route 1 and are beginning our Pokemon journey, and left the lab with only a Sobble after finding out the Professor is a drug dealer.
Fricka: "So this is Route 1? What Pokemon can you find here?"
Emiro: "Not much, only Arceus."
Fricka: "I'M SORRY WHAT, ONLY ARCEUS?"
Emiro: "Yeah they kind of decreased the rarity of that Pokemon."
Fricka: "Oh fuck you Gamefreak."
Kid: "YO WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Fricka: "W a l k i n g"
Kid: "Ya see, when two trainers' eyes meet, they must battle!"
Fricka: "Bro I'm not even a fucking trainer."
Kid: "Oh I assumed you were because you're forced into a tutorial where you become a trainer, you only access Route 1 after that."
Fricka: "Idk man, tho I think Emiro is a trainer, you can beat up his Sobble."
Emiro: "NO DON'T-"
Kid: "Get ready to prepare Sobble's funeral, because you're going down."
Then this shitty music started playing on this crappy flute, where did the budget go?
Fricka: "MY EARDRUMS, ok nah fuck this, you're gone."
I pick the kid up and dropkick him into the sky all the way to heaven.
Emiro: "Why did you do that? He was only a Kid!"
Fricka: "He was also an annoying little shit. I'm starting to think the Pokemon trainers of this world have been taken over by the meth business and everyone is addicted."
Emiro: "No shit sherlock how'd you figure that one out?"
Fricka: "I think I know someone who could help us find their leader."
Emiro: "WE know, actually, I was the one who fucking brought you to him right?"
--2 minutes of walking later--
Professor Weed: "I'M TELLING YOU MAN IT WAS MR WHITE WHO STARTED THE BUSINESS MY METH WAS SHIT ANYWAYS AND NOW I'M STUCK WITH THIS KINGPIN CALLED GUSTAVO."
We had the guy strapped to a chair.
Fricka: "I do not care less, all I care about is where Gustavo is."
Professor Weed: "Why would you want to go to Gustavo, bitch?"
Fricka: "For the money, duh."
Professor Weed: "You know that Gustavo isn't charity, he has high expectations and most likely you'll be killed rather than being paid."
Fricka: "Tell me, now."
Professor Weed: "What, so he can kill me too, bitch?"
Fricka: "Fine then, I'll make you tell the truth."
Professor Weed: "Heh, and how are you going to do that?"
I put a spell on him, making him tell the truth.
Fricka: "Now, where is Gustavo?"
He took a long pause to respond, seemingly trying to collect his words together until he gave a response.
Professor Weed: "Behind you."
Part of me was afraid to turn around, as if a ghost had touched my spine, scaring me shitless to the point I'm too afraid to face it.
Emiro looks behind, and I read his facial expression, turning from doubt to utter shock and fear.
Fricka: "Don't kill us."
Gustavo: "And why should I not?"
Emiro glanced over at me eerily, I gave a long pause until I responded.
Fricka: "I can be a valuable asset, you know?"
I took another pause, glancing back at Emiro.
Fricka: "WE can be a valuable asset."
Gustavo: "And how so?"
I took a deep breath, and turned around slowly, looking down as if I was worshipping a God.
Fricka: "You've done quite well taking over most of the land when it came to making them addicted to drugs."
Gustavo looked confused, squinting his eyes at me.
I looked up at him, facing him in the eyes.
Fricka: "What if you could make everyone addicted?"
Gustavo: "And how could you possibly do that."
I turned to Professor Weed, still in a trance.
Fricka: "Turn left."
Professor Weed turned to his left.
Fricka: "Turn right."
Professor Weed turned to his right.
Fricka: "Face forward."
Professor Weed faced forward.
I gave several more instructions until I felt Gustavo got the point.
Fricka: "I could be your little puppeteer, while you're the one providing me with the stage. All I ask in return is a fair amount of money."
Gustavo: "How much?"
The question gave me a large amount of relief."
Fricka: "Enough to buy a phone that can call all across the multiverse."
Gustavo paused, looking back at me and Emiro, until he turned his back to us, and faced his men outside with their cars.
Gustavo: "Take them with us."
Two jacked men throw hoodies on us. We could feel us being thrown in the booth of a fucking car and being taken away.