Doctor Doom walked briskly through Saffron City. He had no business here and therefore every second he spent here was a waste of his very valuable time when he could be doing something important, such as finding new minions or crushing someone’s hope. Better still Doom could be crushing many people’s hope at the same time to further increase his efficiency rating. He noted with mild interest the decent amount of power coming from the Gym at the far northeast corner of the city. He had been informed in one of the many dossiers he received from the Joys that the leader employed the use of Psychic Pokémon and that the young woman had not been defeated in a straight Pokémon battle in years. Psychic users had always held Doom’s interest even as a young man. Their intellect was more often than not above average and their arrogance was nearly suffocating. Crushing those who thought themselves superior to Doom in any facet, much less that of intellect, was always a pleasure.
Doom returned his focus back on the path in front of him. Thoughts of battle against that particular Gym Leader would have to wait. No matter how strong the woman was supposed to be Doom knew that she would not measure up to his strength, and so without a doubt that she would not provide Doom any meaningful amusement he turned back to his real priority: Vermillion City. His minion, Bill, had done a satisfactory job of providing him with a ticket for the boat that docked there. Doom had spent a sizable amount of his money to procure rare materials from a distant land and it had taken some stiff bribes for these materials to be smuggled onto this ship. Doom cared little for a fortune that sat idle however, and the money meant nothing in comparison to the amazing experiments Doom would be able to conduct once Doom got everything he had ordered into one of Doom’s many laboratories.
Meowth passed by his master on the bike Doom had gifted him as the two entered the guard station. Unlike the previous guard this one did not stop their progress and after a moment Meowth, followed by Doom, had made it to route six.
“Vermillion is just up ahead, master! I am so excited, it has been so long since I’ve seen the ocean.”
Doom ignored Meowth and continued down the path. After a short time Doom, as if on cue, snapped his fingers. The guard station, now a good quarter mile away, blew up in a towering inferno of fire and smoke. The smoke began to slowly swirl as it went skyward until it formed into a sinuous shape. Before long a massive and terrifying Gyarados made entirely of smoke was dominating the skyline.
Eat your heart out, Voldemort!
Meowth, more curious than caring about the loss of life, turned to his master. “Why?”
“Why not?” Doom responded.