Spike finished writing his letter. Putting in an envelope, he placed it in the nightstand next to his bed so he wouldn’t forget to mail it out in the morning.
Noticing the letter, his roommate, Tender Taps asked, “Who’s that for?”
“My sister,” Spike answered. “I promised her I’d write to her whenever something big happened.”
“Cool.” Tender looked to his alarm clock and almost panicked. “Huh oh!”
“What is it?”
“It’s almost time for a club meeting. Come on, we don’t want to be late!”
The two roommates rushed out of their room to get to the dorm commons as quickly as possible.
When they got there, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were there waiting for them.
“Their y’all are. We were jest ‘bout ta start without ya,” said Apple Bloom.
“Sorry we’re almost late,” said Tender. “Lost track of time.”
“That’s okay, bro,” said Scootaloo. “The important thing is that we’re all here now.”
“Let’s git right down ta business,” said Apple Bloom. “Spike, tonight is yer initiation, which meets y’all have to pass a test of courage.”
“What kind of “test of courage”?” Spike asked.
“Simple, just collect four capture styles, which have all been hidden somewhere downstairs,” explained Sweetie. “You can also request someone to go with you to give you hints if you’d like.”
“Sounds easy enough,” said Spike. “Challenge accepted. So, who’s going to help me?”
“That would be me,” said Sweetie. “We played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who’d have to help you if you needed it, and guess who lost.”
“Just get going, you two! We’ll be up here silently rooting for you!” said Scootaloo.
Spike and Sweetie descended the stairs into the dark halls below. When they reached the ground floor, Sweetie pulled a flashlight out of her pocket and handed it to Spike.
“Here, you’ll need this,” she said.
“Thanks.” He flicked on the light.
Suddenly there was a sound coming from the darkness.
“What was that?” Sweetie asked panicking, clinging to Spike’s arm in fear.
“Relax, it was just a Bidoof,” he said, flashing the light down the hall to where a Bidoof wondered.
“Oh, sorry.” Sweetie blushed, embarrassed for being scared by a silly little Bidoof. Still, for that brief second where she didn’t know it was a Bidoof, clinging to Spike like that made her feel safe. But why? She barely knew him. Why did he make her feel like she had known him for years?
And how did a Bidoof even get inside the school?
Anyway, Spike and Sweetie continued on and made their way to their classroom. Inside they found there was a box that weren’t there earlier.
Sweetie shivered. “Even our classroom is creepy at night.”
“So, where’s the first styler?” asked Spike.
“It should be right in here. Though I have no idea where this box came from. It’s probably inside of there.”
Spike walked over to the nearest box and tried to open it. “It won’t open.”
“Well, you could capture that Bidoof in the hall and use it to break the box.”
“Great idea.” The two rushed out into the hall again.
“Here, Bidoofy-doofy-doof,” said Spike.
The Bidoof cried out from the darkness and attacked Spike. “Capture on!”
Spike pulled out his capture styler and started directing the little top around the Bidoof, leaving a trail of light which closed in on the wild Pokemon every time it made a loop. Within a few loops, the Bidoof became docile. “Capture complete!”
Sweetie knelt down and patted the Bidoof on the head. “You know, I always found Bidoof to be adorable. I don’t get why don’t seem to like them.”
“Who cares? They also say Cubone is somehow related to Kangaskhan. People can be weird.”
“Anyway, now you can break the boxes in our classroom.”
Spike and Sweetie ran back into the classroom.
“Alright Bidoof, break that box,” said Spike. The Bidoof promptly used Tackle on the box, reducing it to splinters in a loud crack. However, it wasn’t a capture styler that was inside, but a Zubat.
“How did a Zubat get in here?” asked Spike.
“Who cares? Just capture it! It’s attacking!” shouted Sweetie in panic.
“Capture on!” Spike looped his capture styler around the wild bat Pokemon and within a few loops caught it. “Capture complete!”
“Great. Now let’s get out of here! I’m afraid someone might have heard us!”
The two students ran back up to the dorms.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! That was just a prank?” asked Spike.
“Yep!” laughed Scootaloo.
“Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me about it?” asked Sweetie.
“You didn’t ask.”
“You realized you entire plan hinged solely on Sweetie losing a game of chance, right?”
“Not really. Sweetie always chooses paper.”
“What if I’d chosen rock that time?”
“You wouldn’t have.”
Spike massaged his temple. “So you let those wild Pokemon into the school, then.”
“Actually, I have no idea how they got in. Rather convenient, though, wouldn’t you say?”
Spike sighed. He could tell this was going to be an eventful year, and boy was he right.