Doctor Doom reached for a Pokeball and casually tossed it. The truth was that Doom didn’t even know what Pokemon was in that Pokeball. Nor did it matter. Doom knew that any of his Pokemon was up for the task of outmatching this Gym Leader’s Pokemon. Slowbro, his least useful Pokemon, had already proven that much. Even the most meager of Doom’s Pokemon made Misty’s look hollow and weak in comparison. None would stand before Doom.
The Pokeball opened and out of it came a Kingler. Doom had gotten this particular Pokemon in the wake of his battle against Mewtwo. It hadn’t put up much of a fight. It seemed overjoyed at Doom’s speech about crushing things under its might. The Pokemon had proven to be quite aggressive when he had let it out and it was eager to destroy its opponents. Doom had quickly liked his newly captured Pokemon. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Doom could not have cared less for the actual Pokemon, but the havoc it wrought in the name of Doom satisfied him.
Misty frowned at the Pokemon. She knew from experience that Kinglers were tough Pokemon to defeat, having tenacity few water Pokemon could match. She would have to make her choice very carefully. Looking down at her remaining Pokeballs she reached for one when suddenly a Pokemon came out of a Pokeball that she had not selected.
Misty promptly put her palm to her forehead, not even needing to look to see which Pokemon had come out. There could be only one.
“Psy…?” the small yellow duck Pokemon let out. It turned to his master with a look of confusion that would have left Slowbro puzzled as to how anything could possibly look that clueless.
Doom brought out his Pokedex of DOOM to scan the Pokemon.
Psyduck, the yellow duck Pokemon. Said to possess very latent psychic powers, generally speaking they are very weak and have nothing useful to offer to their trainer. Beware of the headaches, however.
Doom tilted his head. His Pokedex very rarely had a warning for him. Doom turned his gaze towards the Psyduck which in turn looked back at him with the most simplistic stare Doom had ever seen.
Doom does not like simple things.
“Kingler. Crush it.”
The crab Pokemon did not need to be told twice and quickly dived into the water, making a beeline for the Psyduck.
Misty let out an exasperated sigh. “Dodge, Psyduck!”
The Psyduck did not dodge. Instead, it faced away from the Kingler to look back at his trainer. “Psy!?” it questioned.
“No you stupid duck! Don’t look at me! Look at the Kingler!” Misty thought about what she had just said for a moment. “Wait no, don’t do that! Dodge!”
It was too late, however, and Psyduck glared at the Kingler with all of its might. Psyduck was very pleased with himself, he had done exactly as his master had requested. It was a first.
A moment later Psyduck was no longer happy as Kingler’s claw smashed down onto its head which wiped the one of two thoughts currently in Psyduck’s mind away.
Doom smirked. “Doom is pleased.”
The room suddenly darkened as a dreadful sensation filled the air.
Doom narrowed his eyes and looked at Psyduck whose eyes were currently glowing blue. They were the only light left in the room.
Doom is no longer pleased