You live in a town with not too many people and even less caught pokemon, leaving your town open to attacks. You are a child that loves playing with their friends. Though, all of your friends have big, strong, cool pokemon even though they're 5 years old and you just have.... nothing. One day as you're wandering in the forest alone, you hear a loud thump as you see a huge, muscular garchomp landing in front of you. He's tall and powerful, looking down at you with a smirk. He's wearing a skinny black and yellow tank top with a hood, it not covering his muscular body, along with a pair of black shorts. He looks down at you, smirking.

"Gar." (Hey there kid. You lost?)