Pokemon Control (DRAFT, 13+)

Chapter 2: The Choice

As the Corviknight taxi disappeared into the distance, Tyler, Charmander, and Max found themselves in a tranquil town, the peaceful ambiance and bright, warm sunshine offering a welcome respite from the untamed wilderness they had left behind. Max took the lead, with Tyler and Charmander trailing close behind, their eyes darting around to take in the new surroundings.

Eventually, they arrived at a modest house nestled in the heart of the town. Max's pride was palpable as he gestured towards it, a glimmer of excitement dancing in his eye. "Here we are - Galene Town! After all my adventures around the world, it's nice to come back here. It may not be much, but it's home. What do you think?"

Tyler gazed up at the charming abode, taking in its quaint appearance. He wasn't concerned with the size or grandeur of the house; he was simply grateful to have a safe place to rest. "It's perfect," Tyler murmured, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

Max's grin widened at Tyler's response, knowing that the young trainer was not fussy and easily pleased. He rifled through his bag and produced a set of keys, deftly unlocking the door with a satisfying click.

"Hehe, what are you waiting for? Let's go inside!" Max chuckled, pushing the door open and gesturing for Tyler to enter. Eagerly, Tyler cradled Charmander in his arms and stepped across the threshold, ready to embrace whatever awaited them within.

As Tyler stepped into the house, he couldn't help but notice the array of peculiar objects that adorned the space. Max was quick to notice his friend's perplexity and offered to give him a tour of the furniture and their functions. Tyler was intrigued by the unfamiliar shapes and uses of the objects around him as Max led him around the place, "So this is how regular people live, huh?" Tyler mused to himself.

Meanwhile, Charmander had nestled into a comfortable spot on the couch and was already asleep, still tired from their recent journey. Tyler joined him, softly caressing his companion's head as he settled in to watch some TV.

The cozy atmosphere of the room and the gentle whirr of the television made him feel safe and content, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Charmander sleeping soundly beside him. "I think we're going to enjoy it here," Tyler whispered to his loyal friend.

Time flew by unnoticed, as Tyler was lost in the TV show. Suddenly, his attention was caught by a melodious cry emanating from the kitchen. He turned his head and was greeted by the sight of a stunning, graceful creature with nine tails, each adorned with a plate of scrumptious food.

As the creature approached, Tyler couldn't help but notice its eyes, as blue as the sky, and its fur, as soft as cotton candy. The creature elegantly placed the plates on the dining table and chirped merrily, as if pleased with the meal it had prepared.

Tyler was completely entranced by the creature's beauty, and he couldn't help but stare in wonder. He had never encountered such a being before, let alone one that looked as captivating as Max's partner.

Max, sensing Tyler's fascination, emerged from the kitchen, a broad grin on his face. "Ah, I see my Alolan Ninetales has caught your eye! She originated all the way back to the snowy mountains in Alola, y'know?" Max explained with pride.

Tyler nodded in admiration, still captivated by the Ninetales's beauty. "She's stunning," Tyler breathed, unable to take his eyes off the Pokemon.

Max chuckled at Tyler's fascination and gestured towards the table. "Well, she's not just amazing, she's also an excellent assistant in the kitchen! Maybe... even better than me..." he muttered under his breath, his lively tone dying out all of a sudden. However, afraid of spoiling the mood, he quickly shook his head, putting on a semi-forced smile as he sat down at the table.