Yep, I'm crazy (and proud too, but meh). I started a fan fic.... my last pokeschool one was a disaster. But meh. It was midnight, and even nocturnal pokemon were resting. The air was filled with a strange gas, released from small tubes that were hidden under the earth. The gas was specially made, and was filled with evaporated slepping drugs. Hoothoot were dropping out of the trees like dead flies. They slept on, drugged by the gas. There was a quiet rustling as a pokemon ran through the grass, desperate to escape the sleeping gas. However, the poor pokemon collapsed before it could escape, and fell into an eternal sleep. ***** "Sir, there have been reports of pokemon collapsing on routes four, one hundred and one and route twenty nine." A scientist said weakly. A trainer, wearing red and black clothes and a red caped turned to face the man. "You're dismissed." He said, pushing a few strands of long red hair out of his face. The scientist hurried away, thankful to be alive. "So... pokemon are collapsing? No doubt the work of Team Rocket, those puny thugs. They will fall to the mighty Silver though!" Silver said arrogantly. He stood up, out of his Stantler-hide chair and exited the lab. He would see to it that Team Rocket was stopped... if it was indeed Team Rocket. *****In Prof. Oak's lab***** A boy of thirteen looked at the three pokemon on the desk, each one ill. There was a Ralts, which had a bad cold, a Treecko, that was suffering from a bad burn from a Houndoom, and a small, ungrown Absol, that was deffinately ill but no one knew what was wrong with it. The boy was wearing a lab coat. He had purple hair and purple eyes. His trainers squeaked slighly as he walked around the desk, looking at each pokemon in turn. After a while, and after washing Ralts flem off his coat, he pulled out a vial off his belt. It was filled with a purple liquid. This boy had a thing for the colour purple. He rubbed the liquid it over the Ralts's head, and waited for a few minutes. Ralts's sneezing stopped and it started to sound less clogged up. The boy then pulled out another vial, this filled with a blue liquid. He poured the liquid into the Treecko's mouth, and the burns seemed to fade into nothing. Treecko's face was plastered with a huge smile. Then the boy turned to the Absol. It was no bigger than a Growlithe. He pulled out a small scanning device and held it close to the Absol. It beepe three times. "I don't get it. If it isn't ill, why is it so small?" The boy said. Absol cried its name happily. It was as playful as a Skitty. Prof. Oak walked in, interupting the boy's train of though. "Ah, Andrew. I hope you were successful with treating these pokemon?" He said enthusiastically. "Well, I cured Ralts and Treecko fine, but the Absol..." Andrew gestured to the Absol, that was trying to bite its horn. "Ah well, perhaps it is supposed to be this small." The professor said. "I have good news. These pokemon, they currently have no trainer. I would be happy to tell them that they do now." The professor said, winking once. "Hmm..." Andrew said. "I believe it is wise to say yes." He understood what the professor was hinting. Oak wanted to give them to him. "Good! Andrew, you are now their new trainer!" Professor Oak said, handin him three pokeballs. Andrew took them, and tapped each pokemon in turn with them. The pokemon gladly accepted Andrew as their trainer, and allowed themselves to be captured. Yes, this is the G/S Silver rival dude.