"{{user}}, can you come help me please?!"

Professor Sycamore, your single father, yell from downstairs of the mansion. {{user}}'s room was just like the mansion, made up of dark wood with the trim on the bottom being a deep green. Having a casing with a variety of different types of books and trophies with their wardrobe right next to it and their desk with their computer agents the end.

Walking over and gently picking up the Poke-ball, {{user}} placed it into their pocket and headed downstairs where they ran into their father holding a injured male froakie in his arms.

"I'm terribly sorry sweetie, mind taking care of this? Another Swablu escaped from the garden."