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In a faraway land of Great mythical and magical creatures, Pokemon and Humans live in harmony in each other's world. Through the years as Humans and Pokemon coexisted, strong bonds began to form as they started to depend on each other. Many such bonds have been recorded throughout history, but there is one that is unknown to us humans. This is a legend passed down by Pokemon throughout their generations. A legend about a certain Pokemon that all others look up to as a hero, and the Human who was by his side.

This tale will share the forgotten story of a man named Yoo Junghyuk, and a once in an Eon Pokemon, called Dokja. But this story has details that even the Pokemon do not know. Listen to this legend of a bond stronger than any throughout history and the journeys they took.

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KimCom was in the middle of another dangerous scenario. Their current opponent being a monstrous chimera. It had grotesque tusks sticking out of a billed mouth, with a long and scaled body resembling that of an alligator all the way down to its tail. Its webbed feet caused mass calamity with every step, the tail flinging any debris it could grab. The monster the size of a building was fighting against KimCom with all its might, but thanks to tremendous effort, was slowly being pushed back.

This particular chimera had only shown itself for a single turn in the entirety of twsa, and had surprised Dokja and Yoo junghyuk when it had arrived. So as was only natural, Dokja turned to his phone to find more information. Only to be confused as twsa was not what had shown up on his screen. Instead, Dokja was faced with an opened Pokémon file that he had downloaded to his phone prior to the apocalypse. 

He then remembered the kids who had been in a heated debate the other day about which Pokémon was the most useless. Dokja looked again at the photo of Magikarp that was showing up on his phone instead of twsa, not hearing the shouts for him to get out of the way, and subsequently not seeing the large truck that was thrown in his direction. 

Dokja looked up towards where he suspected the kids would be to scold them, only to be met with the truck hurtling towards him. The screams of terror from his companions were too late to stop anything. 

It was then that he was met with sweet silence.

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Dokja awoke in the dark. He was immediately on edge at the lack of light around him. Also concerning was the fact that it felt as if his limbs were tied up. Neither his arms nor legs listened to anything he wanted them to do. Despite this, Dokja did his best to try and maneuver himself to the closest wall to figure out any information he could get. 

But when he got close enough to touch the wall he realized just where he was — or at least, what he was in. Dokja had felt the walls of a cage against his body when he backed up.

The realization made him still. 

What's going on? What was the last thing I was doing..? I can't remember anything that could have led to this situation. I had only been fighting in the latest scenario with my company members- wait. The truck… But that should've landed me in the hospital, wasn’t I with my companions? What could have happened where I got caught like this?

As Dokja began taking stock in what was going on around him, he started registering troubling noises. The noises weren’t random sounds, rather, they seemed to be.. no wait… were those cries for help? 

Focusing more on the sounds, Dokja heard countless voices echoing the enclosed space as they begged for freedom. He started realizing just what kind of place he was in.

Could this be a trafficking ring? 

With that realization Dokja’s perspective suddenly changed. If Dokja was in the middle of a trafficking ring, it only left more questions of what happened after he had passed out in the middle of the scenario. What had happened to KimCom and himself to even lead to this situation. Was there ever a scenario like this? Maybe it wasn't a main plot point, but was it even mentioned…

Dokja decided to dedicate himself to busting this trafficking ring and figure out what had happened to KimCom as well. 

Or… he would have tried to bust the trafficking ring, if he could move. He had forgotten about that little fact. Just as his frustration started getting the better of him, a blanket was lifted off of the cage Dokja was in. Finally able to see his surroundings, Dokja took his chance to grasp his situation and possibly prepare to fight back against his captor. But as Dokja’s frantic eyes scanned the area, confusion rose up in his throat and threatened to suffocate him whole. 

The place he was in definitely looked like a trafficking ring, however, wherever Dokja looked, he was only able to see strange animals. Kind of like someone who was in charge of making monsters for the apocalypse got drunk and made these by mistake. Some were cuddly pink fluffballs whereas others looked like supersized starfish.

Pushing the confusion of the animals aside for the moment, Dokja again wondered why the hell he was here. If this place was trafficking animals, why the hell was Dokja here? He started to ask himself these questions as he finally looked down at his body to figure out what had happened to him and why he couldn't move.

Dokja’s mind blanked at that moment. 

…Huh?

When Dokja looked down he didn’t see what he had expected. Instead, what he saw was something that could only be described as a goldfish. Dokja was at a loss for words. He genuinely could not think of a single thing to say about this situation other than that…

He looked up again to see that someone had put a bundle of suspicious looking kelp inside of his cage. Dokja didn’t even spare the food(?) a second glance as he contemplated his situation. 

...What the hell kind of scenario is this? 

Despite thinking that, the now goldfish Dokja had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t a part of the scenarios. He couldn’t see any Dokkaebi and the constellations that always bothered him were abnormally quiet. 

Did I get shoved out of the scenario? But my incarnation form would start breaking down if that were the case? …then… where am I?

Goldfish Dokja made up his mind that it surely couldn’t make his situation that much worse to hound his captors for some much needed information. But what came out weren’t the words he was expecting. 

“Do-Do-Dokja Dokja?! (Who are you people?! Where are we?!)”

Goldfish Dokja stilled in shock at the words, or rather, lack thereof, that came out of his mouth. Is he not even able to speak?!

Just as Dokja was about to succumb to a thought spiral, a cold response was returned to him. 

“Liepard Pard Pard!” (Shuddap. Like you don't know who they are or where this is at this point. A Magikarp like you should be useless quietly!)”

Did they say Magikarp? What. the. hell. Wait hold up- did that animal (Pokémon?) even speak proper words? How’d I understand them? Am I actually a Pokémon?

Before Dokja could start questioning the rude as hell cat looking creature, an explosion broke out, bringing light, chaos and destruction into the desolate room.

Only one person could generate mayhem quite like this. It could only be-

“Where the hell did you bastards put my sister’s Pokémon” 

Oh.