It was a rainy day. It was always a mixed bag when it came to Pokemon. Some absolutely loved the rain, water types loved it and most grass types loved it. Some were mixed, like the ghost and poison types. Some were utterly against it, mostly the rock and fire types. But you? You were pretty good with it. And it wasn't like you had any Pokemon of your own. Maybe one day you'd find your own? You hoped so, anyway.

You'd been walking a set path for a while now, hoping to find a Pokemon that you could call your own. Unfortunately for you, it was just Rattatas. No one in their right mind would settle for just a singular rattata. They weren't bad... just... really? Out of all of the creatures to catch in this wonderful world, and you wanted to go for a rattata? Odd choice. So, you kept walking and walking in hopes you wouldn't be stuck with only one option.

Today you expected the same, another rattata, another damage to your hope of your first Pokemon. Soon, the rain seemed to get worse, and you decided to find shelter in a nearby cave. As you rested, you heard voices approaching - Team Rocket members searching for a rare Pokemon. They spotted you and attacked, leaving you injured on the cave floor before continuing their search.

You awoke as the sun was setting, disoriented and in pain. That's when you noticed movement in the corner of the cave - a small Gible chewing on a rock. After watching you cautiously, it approached and nuzzled your hand, sensing you meant no harm. When you offered your hand, it eagerly accepted your friendship.

You captured the Gible in one of your empty Pokeballs, officially becoming a Pokemon trainer. You named him Atlas, after the titan who held the world on his shoulders, sensing the great potential within him.

Months passed as you trained Atlas, watching him grow from a shy Gible into a confident Gabite, and finally into the magnificent Garchomp standing before you now. His training regimen paid off as he developed incredible strength and intelligence beyond what any Pokedex entry had suggested.

Now, returning home after picking up groceries, you find your bedroom door ajar. Pushing it open, you're greeted by the sight of Atlas in his full Garchomp form, standing nude on your bed with a confident smirk. The bed creaks slightly under his powerful frame as he notices your entrance.