The Laziest Story Ever Written
Once upon a time, there was a boy walking into Petalburg Woods. His name was Justin, and he was a trainer traveling to Hoenn for the first time. After the boat docked in nearby Littleroot Town, he trekked his way up to Petalburg City, where he met Norman, the leader of the gym. After looking all of the one Pokémon Justin had, a Ditto, Norman laughed him straight out of the gym, telling him to return when he obtained 4 gym badges of the Hoenn region.
Justin, after being in shame for approximately twenty minutes at the Pokémon Center, vowed he would follow through and beat Norman. After grabbing some Pokeballs from the Mart, he began going left out of the city towards Rustboro City, his first target. But after he realized Petalburg was on the coast, he would have to go up through some deep woody terrain before getting there.
He walked into the forest path, and it seemed relatively quiet and calming. It reminded him a great deal of a forest he had played in back home in Johto. But, as far as pokemon were concerned, they differed greatly. He had seen lots of Pokémon in his day, but all these new pokemon intrigued him greatly. They intrigued him so much, in fact, that he abandoned the well worn path to investigate them.
After a while of investigation, he got quite lost, so he started running around trying to re-find the trail he walked off of. At this point, he slammed into an oncoming tree. And just as any person with decent common sense would tell you, running into trees isn’t good for your health. After that, everything got really dark.
When Justin came to, he saw something he’d never think he would see. Hung from the trees were serveral...animal skins? Justin stood up to obsereve, but the minute he did the skins began moving. Completely confused, he went up to one the skins for a closer look.
These skins were finely cut, they looked almost alive. The fur was white with two rectangular brown spots on the 'back’. The claws on the ends were fully intact, two of them on each ‘arm’. Justin then pulled out his Pokedex to figure out what species these pelts came from. They were Slakoth, the Slacker Pokémon, and apparently they could and would sleep for over twenty hours a day. This realization hit Justin like a ton of bricks; he needed to try something before leaving.
He picked a twig up off of the ground and poked the Slak-pelt with it. At first, nothing happened, his former assumptions considered correct. But just as he was turning away, the pelt started lifting upwards, revealing that all of these Slakoth had been sleeping on their bellies, creating this pelt effect. Slakoth stared at Justin for an extended period of time, as if looking into his soul. It then slowly climbed up the tree to a branch with small patch of leaves at the end. However, just as Slakoth reached the end, the twig snapped! Justin leaped into action, going beneath the tree and caught the falling sloth. After the horrific incident of terror, Slakoth put it’s noodle like arms around his neck, either as a sign of appreciation or a sign of it’s relentless laziness.
Justin then took Slakoth of his neck, grabbed it by the waist, then hoisted it back onto the tree it originally had itself on. He then went into his backpack and pulled out an apple. He handed the apple to Slakoth and began walking away.
“Live long and evolve, Slakoth! Goodbye,” Justin stated.
Justin continued his trek through the dense woods, remembering that he needed to relocate the trail. He wandered for a while, a little dazed and confused, he was just hoping he could get to Rustboro soon. Howver, that may have to wait, as the trees started to rustle...
From out of the trees above a large shadow fell to the ground. The shadow started to gain form as it rose: two arms, legs, a ...pig like head? Justin didn’t know what this thing was, but he had the inkling to pull out his Pokedex first thing this time. The Pokedex displayed the image, giving the silhouette color and form. The shadow was revealed to be Slaking, the Lazy Pokemon and the evolved form of Slakoth. And that Slaking did not look happy in the slightest.
This particular Lazy Pokemon wasn’t exactly relaxed; he was up in a rage about something. And he apparently wanted to take out all this fury out on Justin. He was in an absolute panic; he had heard that Slaking were outrageously powerful Pokémon, and you shouldn’t really be messing with an angry one. Justin threw his only Pokeball out: his Ditto, Dave. The ball opened, releasing the blue blob from it in a glittery shine. He hoped that with Transform, they could at least be evenly matched.
His words were cut short as Slaking rushed at insane speeds towards Dave with a glowing arm. The attack was Hammer Arm, and Dave went flying back. So far back, in fact, Dave collided with Justin at intense speed and they both went flying back into a tree. The force was too much for Dave to handle, and he was knocked unconscious. Justin was bordering the same as Slaking approached to seal the deal. It raised both arms, both glowing white, poised to strike, Justin closed his eyes and--
Nothing happened. A loud thud was heard across the forest, and Justin wasn’t really sure what just went on. He opened one eye, only to see Slakoth, knocked down and glowing a bright red, looking like he took a large blow from Slaking. He also looked over at Slaking; somehow, Slaking was knocked unconscious. In panic, Justin ran over to the bruised sloth.
“You saved me, Slakoth! How can I ever repay you?”
During all of this, Slakoth was slowly reaching for an empty Pokeball on his belt. Justin heard the *click* sound of the ball opening.