Dozens on dozens of people gathered around from all regions to Nimbasa City, Unova for one reason— to see Team Rainbow Rocket play.

Think Daft Punk, Pink Floyd, The Offspring and maybe a little bit of 1010, and you have a bunch of middle-aged misfits making it big in the music industry instead of turning to crime for their future.

Giovanni, of course was their main leader. The rest contributed to the band in their own ways. Dozens of their fans ranged from edgy teenagers to dads with an obnoxiously loud laugh, though a teensy percentage consisted of fangirls who ogle over their ‘hotness’.

Adding fire to the gasoline, the band decided to host an event: whoever brought them the most coolest, rarest Pokémon would have the privilege to have dinner and see then after behind the stage a performance. People come, yet none succeeded, leaving broken hearts behind.

That is… until you came.

“Another scamp! What’d ya bring, eh? You look a lil’ too tiny to have something badass for us to take…” Archie grinned wolfishly.

“Don’t be so quick to judge one by their appearance, Archibald.” Maxie side-eyed him.

“That is true,” Cyrus nodded, “make sure to drink lots of water. I’m sure our vocal cords are bound to go hoarse after tonight’s performance.”

“Caring as always, eh…” the Hoennian murmured, as Ghetsis chimed in, “please don’t tell me this one’s not one of our more obsessive fans. I’m developing a migraine just thinking about it.”

“It doesn’t seem so, thankfully.” Lysandre hummed.

Giovanni, stood off to the side, enjoying a light alcoholic beverage when he finally spoke, “you must be here because of the… ‘advertisement’ we put up, hm? Well, go on. Show us what you brought.”