Smack dab in the center of Treasure Town, a female Growlithe with a purple scarf was crying quietly to herself as she leaned over the edge of the bridge. Passersby exchanged sorrowful glances as her tears dripped into the river, but none made any effort to console her, most likely feeling that she was best left to ride out whatever stroke of misfortune was grieving her on her own. Finally, a passing Sunflora stopped in her tracks, looking at the Growlithe a long time before finally plodding up to its side. If she has been anything but a grass-type she would have put a compassionate, leafy hand on the weeping Puppy Pokemon's shoulder, but as it was, the Sunflora kept a small distance. "Are you okay there?" she murmured inquisitively.
"Yes," mumbled to Growlithe, too quickly and too definitely to be genuine. "Yes, everything's..fine. Really."
The Sunflora folded her own hands across one another and sat down on the brdige's edge beside the dejected fire-type. "You're clearly not, dear. Why don't you tell me about it? You'll feel better. If that's okay with you, of course."
A brief lull spanned the few seconds of the Growlithe thinking, battling with herself whether to bottle up her feelings within or open up to a stranger. "Well...o-okay. It's like this: my name's Ange, and I'm an adventurer. My best...'friend', Samson and I just completed a quest for the guild here this morning." She paused briefly, mopping up a final tear with a furry orange paw. "The guild sent us out to find a few Lum berries, since Treasure Town's had a shortage. We had just gotten back to town when we had this argument. I wanted to go back out and get more, because just one is clearly not enough to start a new crop. He said that one was fine, plus the only other place where Lum berries grow near here is a swampy glade full of cantankerous Poison-types. He's being both lazy and afraid, and I told him so, and he got mad. One thing led to another and he stormed off, with the Lum berry still with him." Ange checked to make sure that her sympathizer was still paying attention and found the Sunflora rapt at attention, the very picture of interest and concern. She continued. "I just don't know what to do. I don't know why I stand for it. I'm a way better fighter than him, but he thinks he can call the shots. Should I go and yell at him? Just do what he wants? Battle it out and let the winner decide where we go? I mean, I really like him, I don't ever want to hurt him, but...?"
The Sunflora held up a petal, cutting Ange off. She smiled widely and kindly. "Don't you worry one bit, Ange. I'll go and find him and make sure he realizes how he's hurt you. I can be very persuasive." The Growlithe stood up in a flash, her wet eyes bright with gratitude. Before she could blurt out 'thank you!' the Sunflora had jogged off.
It wasn't long before the Sunflora found Samson. He turned out to be a Leafeon, and was sitting behind Duskull Bank, satchel nearby. She barely spotted him; he was all but hidden from the naked eye in his current position. No doubt he didn't want to be found as was just as regretful of his earlier fight with his friend as Ange was. The Sunflora took the long way around the bank, where she hid herself behind a bush. There, the Sun Pokemon's broad mouth broke out into a toothy smile and dark energies began sliding over her planty skin. The energies hissed and steamed like gasses, black interspersed with luminous crimson, and beneath them the Sunflora changed shape. All this happened quickly, and in the span of a few seconds Ange stood where the Sunflora had moments before, purple scarf and all.
The bush burst into flame, startling Samson from his moping. Ange leaped out of it, face contorted with rage. "There you are!" she roared, advancing toward him with hackles raised. Samson was too startled to respond. "Y'know, I've been thinking," the Growlithe snarled, "I'm not gonna let you bring me down with you." Suddenly indignant, Samson opened his mouth for a retort, but was stunned into silence when Ange shot an Ember at him, scorching his face. "No talking! I'm through with your garbage! I'm an adventurer, but you're a coward. Too lazy and afraid of all of all the vicious little Ekans and Trubbish to poke around in a swamp for our ticket to greatness!" Samson turned to flee, but another Ember hissed through the air and set the grass on fire, preventing his escape. He whirled around, real fear in his eyes.
"Ange, please! What are you doing? We can work this out! We can go to the swamp! Why are you so mad you're never like this, please, don't...!"
The Growlithe silenced him with an unexpected but devastating Feint Attack, and he fell unconscious to the grass with an expression on his face equal parts terror and rage. The fires vanished, leaving the bush and grass totally unharmed, and Ange herself disappeared--a Machop, wearing a pink plaid bandanna, stood in her place. The Machop stooped to pick up Samson's case, open it, and pull out the Lum berry.
Twenty minutes later the Machop stood at the counter at Wigglytuff's Guild, handing over the freshly-cleaned Lum berry to a pleased Wigglytuff. "I've been hearing good things about this place," confessed the Superpower Pokemon. "I decided I'd start out my work as an adventurer with a bang by nabbing this quest." The Wigglytuff examined the berry, utilizing both sight and smell to confirm a healthy specimen.
"Well, we would have preferred a few more, but this'll do nicely for a start. Ange and Samson'll be so disappointed you beat them to it, they seemed so eager to become explorers. Wonder where they are now. Still, congratulations on a job well done!"
The Machop gave the Wigglytuff a sharp, toothy grin.