Name: Empoleon
Number: 395
Designation: The Emperor Pokemon

"Stuck on this tiny island, under the unimaginably smelly waste of Giratina, I realized that I might die. He didn't seem to care if I was there or not, just letting loose... after the seventh log, he finally let out one last fart, before I suddenly fell through the shadows again. When I got out, though, I was nowhere I recognized. I was in a forest of tall, dark pine trees. Before it even occurred to me, another shadow popped out Sandy, who went to jump at me, before stopping after smelling Giratina on me. I could hear rushing water nearby, so I went towards it, hoping to clean myself off. Of course, upon reaching the river, I was noticed by an Empoleon. Sitting on the riverbank, he glared over his shoulder at me, as if to dare me to get any closer. I took one step closer, and he ripped a loud, quick fart. I was a bit surprised it was so small, but then the smell of rotting fish filled the air."

Done in collaboration with  TheOmegaError.