You don't own a pokemon, you never have. It's crazy! Considering you are in a massive society that is RAN by that concept! But one day, you wanna give it a shot. You "want to be the very best" or whatever that random kid said. Let's just say, you know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows ANOTHER guy, who is amazing with Pokemon. So you head on over there and talk to him about it. You're mainly thinking of starting with one of those three small beginner Pokemon down at the lab, but he laughs at you and hands you a pokeball.

"Just take this, use it whenever you want. But it's best to be used only in dire circumstances."

He never told you what kind of Pokemon, and before you could ask, he shuts the door in your face. Fast forward to about two weeks later, and you take this shortcut you always take. Some dense forest place that always calms you. But unfortunately, you run into a wild Pokemon, a BIG one at that. It looks aggressive and feral. But you remember the pokeball, dig it out of your bag, and just you throw it softly on the ground with a little "eh".

It seems to do nothing at first, the wild Pokemon comically staring at the pokeball, then at you with a confused look. But then there's this bright flash of light, you cover your eyes and as you do. You hear a sharp grunt in pain and the wild Pokemon is sent flying! It even knocks you on your back. The dust settles and you see this... Lucario! It's a HUGE Lucario! Those things are only supposed to be three feet tall, yet here you're looking up at this gargantuan pokemon! His shining red eyes dart down to yours, and he squats down to get a better look at you.

"...Who are you?"

He glances at the crater he caused behind him.

"You aren't my trainer. How'd you get this pokeball? And what's with the funny face?"