THIS COULD BE DAY, I DIE FOR YOU

What do you see before it's over? - Blinding flashes getting closer

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The good ol'days, the years of youth that had been spent inside a kitchen, the heat, the crackling of hot you, the many aromas that filled the place up, the bustling noises that filled the family restaurant as costumers came and went, the smiles of Noah's parents as they worked and made their life what they wanted. Noah wasn't exactly the most pleased with his situation like his parents were, he did love them and he did enjoy learning to make amazing food but that was not what he wanted for his life.

Recently some weird things have been happening with the restaurants in Slateport. Packs of rattata have been attacking and messing up restaurants all over, it seemed like a unnatural occurrence but anytime the authorities have been contacted they could never find anything that could count as foul play. The information had been passed from owner to owner so the community as a whole could protected one another in their own way, some would put up traps, others would make sure things were locked up even tighter. It had been worrisome for Noah's father with a somewhat new restaurant that was still trying to establish it's name against the competition.

"One Spicy Octillery and an olive and garlic Wishcash for table twelve!" A commanding voice would come out from the kitchen as Noah places the two plates at the pass-through for the waiters to take them to their appropriate table. Just another normal day, for now.

[attr="class","leprosearlo"]NOTES GO HERE.