You made your way towards the grassy area covering the only road out of Sweet Apple Acres. A familiar old voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Hey! You! Don’t go out!” Just like in anime, an exclamation mark appears out of your head. You see Oak running, scarily fast for an old man, towards you. “It’s unsafe! Extremely cute and cuddly Ponymon hides in there! You need your own Ponymon to shield you from their cuteness! I know, follow me!” exclaims Oak, and begins to walk away. Your legs begin to follow him, without any your control. More gypsy magic, you think.
You follow him into the laboratory and saw Gary Oak again, groaning.
“Gramps! I’m fed up with waiting!”
“…Bob? Let me think… Oh! That’s right! I told you to come! Just wait a minute! There are three Ponymon here. These Ponymon are held in air-tight, extremely small PoniBalls. Spelt with an ‘I’ instead of a ‘y’ because it looks cooler. When I was your age…” started Professor Oak.
Gary groaned. “Gramps, just cut to the chase, okay?”
“Fine, I’ll say it fast. When-I-was-your-age-I-was-a-serious-ponymon-trainer. And-then-“
“Gramps! Seriously?”
“Fine. I only have three left. If you only listened I could have told you the time I lost the rest. You boys can have one each. Go on, chose!”
The extreme pressure of choosing almost rips you apart. You close your eyes and chose one at random...