And many thanks to all of you for following our comic-
Stop right there, imposter!
Oh, what are you talking about? I don't know you.
You're not the real Dawn. You're just a poorly drawn version of me.
Ignore her. She's crazy. Bright colors, insecurity, blue hair.
Are you two supposed to be my counterparts?
I feel ashamed.
Just what we needed.
Enough! Neither the anime, the manga, nor a second-rate comic
is more original than the video game itself.
Therefore, without me, none of you would exist.
I agree with video game Dawn.
Who are you?
What? Another one? This is the last straw.
Are there any more Dawns I should know about?
Sister, why are you hiding people from me?
All right, there can only be one Dawn per universe.
So, I hope this works. Tell me where you're from.
Anime.
Video game.
Manga.
Doujinshi.
Remake.
Sorry, I didn't quite hear you. What did you say?
Dawn?
Hmm, what should I wear? Nah, too old.
Too cartoon.
Too fan art.
And this doesn't belong to this world.
What was I thinking?
Look, Lucas, there she is, playing with her Pokemon.
It's horrible. Just seeing her disgusts me.
Those oversized eyes, that impractical outfit, and those outdated boots!
Those ugly braids in her hair, that poorly drawn scarf, and that stupid hat!
But it looks good on you, Dawn!
We're ready!
Dawn, it's 10 degrees below zero outside,
and three meters of snow completely cover the route.
Oh, I see.
But don't worry, Barry. I'm wearing my favorite scarf.
I've never seen such resilience in such small legs.
I'll never understand women.
The storm shows no signs of letting up.
I can't feel my toes. My food is gone.
I don't have much hope left.
My best companion on this journey stopped talking to me days ago, and I don't know why.
I think this is the end.
Take care of the Pokemon I left in the PC box.
Pathetic.
Tell me everything!
What kind of contest did you see on TV?
There's no need to tell you now.
Why not?
Because once you fuse with me, you'll understand what I mean.
Wow. So you finally accept this idea?
Let's hurry. We can't allow them to beat us.
Very well, but the outfit stays exactly as it is, okay?
All right. I'll just be the talent for competing, and a great source of income.
Now, place your hand on my chest.
Okay.
Don't worry, Piplup.
Right now, the Sinnoh region doesn't need a princess. It needs a coordinator.
I'm neither Salvia nor Dawn.
Just a simple girl from Sinnoh who doesn't reveal her name to just anyone.
Goodbye, my friend Piplup.
I don't like this neighborhood.
Hey, girl!
Come here for a moment.
Give this suitcase to an Officer Jenny, and I won't break your legs.
If I don't deliver it, they'll break my legs.
I'd better hand it over and get out of here.
Great! There's one.
Officer Jenny, this is for you.
Let's see what we have here.
Performance Enhancing Rare Candies!
You're under arrest for selling unlicensed XP boosters,
and for trying to sell to a Jenny in rehab.
Wait, what?
What the heck?
It's a perfect circle.
Do it again, and show me your process.
Now!
First, I draw this Jigglypuff, as seen above.
Then I remove the colors.
Then I erase some lines.
And one, two, three.
And there it is, the circle.
Come on in, Halloween decoration and costumes at half price!
Cool costume, but Cacturne doesn't look like that.
It's not a costume.
They found me inside a warehouse.
Excuse me, where are the pianos?
Pianos and knives at the third floor.
Help me.
I need souls to live.
Souls.
Hey, Piplup.
I finally found you.
I was looking for you to...
Piplup?
You're not Piplup.
What's going on here?
Slavery?
Inhumane working conditions?
Drug dealing?
What kind of place is this?
There will be no wedding until the humans meet our demands.
Now, about maternity leave.
Maternity leave?
They're all males.
Ah, it can't be easy for trainers to accept that Mew was never beneath the truck,
or that Missigno doesn't exist.
For example, imagine that you stopped believing in your rival.
Don't even joke!
Discarding irrational ideas is part of growing up.
When I was a child, I thought that Garchomps were my friends, too.
I know better now.
They're everywhere!
We'll never get in like this!
If only we knew of a way to defeat Team Aqua.
Look, Steven!
Those grunts are retreating!
I'm so tired of this.
My Pokemon aren't even evolved.
And mine are so weak!
We can't keep working under these conditions!
Hey, you lazy bums!
Get back to work!
Or I'll read you some more of my stories.
You wouldn't dare!
Ash, my love, listen carefully.
Our relationship will be canon,
and we'll live happily ever after with our 20 children in Kanto.
I don't understand.
She read them a webpage and they obeyed her.
I see.
She controls the grunts by torturing them with Pokemon fanfics.
I don't know why, but it causes them a lot of pain.
Yes, like it would to any normal person, Brandon.
You there, Trainer!
Aye?
By the order of the Pokemon Importation Enforcement,
I am authorized to place your Blitzle under arrest!
And to transport him to a designated detainment facility?
Oh, really?
You and what army?
See this?
Steam comes out the top when you catch a Pokemon.
Isn't technology incredible?
Steam?
Whoa!
So this contraption cooks Pokemon?
What?
No!
Steamed spheal sounds tasty.
It really doesn't work that way.
Basque Legion.
Possessed by the restless and vengeful souls of its school
who didn't survive their struggle for survival upstream.
Sheesh!
Why would they let kids ride this Pokemon?
What if the kid ate one of its friends?
Wouldn't it seek revenge for its fallen comrade?
Hey!
Look at this basculin that I just caught!
Tasty looking, am I right?
Let's cook it right now!
I'd rather not.
