It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the bug pokemon were out and buzzing. Thespia walked slowly through Viridian, taking in every aspect of the forest as he went. On such a beautiful day, why did he feel so sad? Maybe because he hadn't a friend in the world, and no one was about to change that. Maybe because he was on a quest no one even cared about. Maybe because he was just a failure.
He didn't know much about his past, but he knew that he must've had a mother and a father at one time. So why weren't they with him now? Maybe he was bred by a trainer who just cast him aside. Thespia shuddered. If a ditto was his parent, he would feel like he'd never get clean, no matter how much he groomed.
He looked up at Mt. Moon in the distance. He knew many Clefairy lived there. They were smart. Maybe they knew where he could find a fire stone. Clefairy were very smart, and knew much about what went on in the world. He swished five of his tails angrily, the sixth sticking straight out for balance. They had to know where it could be found.
Suddenly, he heard a cry coming from the bushes. It sounded like a pokemon in trouble! He ran over to see what the commotion was.