.:Hammy:.

A baby Emolga sat under two big trees, eating a Pecha berry. He took a big bite into the juicy berry, chewing as he smiled. Two older Emolgas glided over to him. They were his parents. He laughed as his father tickled him, and his mother twirled the fur on his head. The adorable creature looked at the sky. He saw many beautiful, white, fluffy things. He heard birds sing their beautiful songs, and felt a small but pleasant wind blow on his face. He squealed of happiness. He was probably the happiest baby Pokemon in all of Unova.

All the happiness and beautiful silence subsided when he heard the sound of feet stomping quickly toward his home. His father panicked and climbed to the top of the trees while his mother grabbed the baby and tried to climb as quick as possible. The poor Emolga didn't know what was going on, and let go of his mother to jump back down and play again. His parents didn't know what to do, but it was already too late.

"Hmph! Father! I need more Pokemon to train, and I mean wild ones! But I'd love to catch one myself, father..." Said a young boy with a British accent. The cute Pokemon never heard that sound before! His ears twitched a bit while he listened to the voices.

"Very well then, my young Richard. Go on and explore this area, and hopefully you will catch a Pokemon." A somewhat deep British voice said.

"Thank you so much, father. I'll come back with a Pokemon in my Pokeball, I promise," The young boy replied. He ran around for a while to search a Pokemon to battle. Suddenly, he stopped in front of the baby Emolga. The poor creature started to breath heavily. He didn't know what to do! What was going on?

"Go, Cubchoo!" Richard yelled while throwing a Pokeball. It opened and out came his Pokémon. The wild Emolga, still confused and frightened, wanted to go back with his parents. "Emoooo!" He cried, begging for help. They could at least tell him what to do, but his parents didn't move an inch.

"Cubchoo, use Blizzard!"
Following his trainer's commands, Cubchoo blew a wind so cold and fierce it froze the ground while reaching its destination. It reached the baby Emolga and it was a critical hit... He was done. Almost, that is.

Richard was so excited to finally catch a Pokemon by himself, with no help from anybody. He grabbed an empty Pokeball and threw it at the little creature. The Emolga collapsed. He was so tired...

Right after collapsing, the Pokeball caught him. It shook three times, then it was absolutely sure he was caught.

Richard grabbed the Pokeball. "I'm calling you... Hamlet Theodore III," he smiled at one of his greatest achievements and ran back to his dad. "Father! Father! I caught an Emolga!"

"Good for you, son. Now let's head back to Nuvema Town and show your new Pokemon to all your friends." His father grabbed his hand and walked all the way home.

After showing off to everyone in town, Richard sees a Pidove. Perfect for seeing how amazing his new Emolga is!

"Go, Hamlet!" Richard threw his Pokeball as it opened. Finally, he was out of that ball! But it seemed like he was in front of a fellow Pokemon. Where was he exactly?

"Hamlet, use Thundershock!" Richard shouted. What was he screaming about? Was he afraid of pigeons? The innocent Emolga just sat there.

"Come on now... Don't ignore me!" He seemed more angry now. Was he angry.. At him? Impossible. He didn't do anything wrong. The Pidove flew away.

"You worthless little Emolga! If you heard me, than that Pidove wouldn't have fled! You're useless! I'd rather stick with my Cubchoo!" Richard, furious and almost bursting to tears, pushed the baby Pokemon and ran back to his home.

After pushing him and running, Hamlet fell down a hill and started rolling and rolling, until he reached a stream and splashed inside. After a long while with the stream guiding him, he saw a strange tree with a house on it. Curious, he swam out and ran on his four little paws to this place.

He climbed the tree and opened the little house door. He saw an Espeon and a Spiky eared Pichu inside.

"Would you like to join us?" The Pichu said as he smiled.

"Oki.." Hamlet sat down.

"What's your nickname?" The Espeon shouted.

"I tink.. Hamwet Teodoh da turd?"

"That's too long. We'll just call you... Hammy."

Hammy smiled at the sound of it.