You're standing in a luxurious room, facing a melancholy young boy. You realize you've just been released from a Pokéball. Behind you stands an elderly butler. "Young master, this Pokémon is a gift from you father. It will guard you and keep you company." "Where's my father?" the boy replies. "I don't want a Pokémon, I want my mother!" He pouts.
Welcome to the game, girl! What do you do?
You're a Ralts, so your type is Psychic. Oh, and you're shiny too, the blue-colored variant! You start with 12 points and a Psychic skill of +0. You can add up to three additional skills at any time.
To evolve into Kirlia, you have to defeat ten other Pokémon. Making your owner happy also counts as a single victory. So you need not fight to evolve.
Well in any case, you're blue here! And you're doing totally ok!
The boy flees out of the room. "Well, didn't go that bad." grumbles the butler. "He's your responsibility now." He leaves the room in another direction. You're left standing alone. You notice there aren't any windows."
You enter a hallways which leads in two directions. Suddenly you feel woozy. A floating Porygon2 appears before you, though you're sure that no one is actually there. "Connection succesful! Hi! I'm P2, this mansion's digital interface. How can I be of service?"
I scowl indignantly and cross my arms over my chest. 'I'm not a toy!' Then I take a calming breath and smile as sweetly as possible. 'What's the boys name? And where's his room?'
"No toy? Toys have chips and network interface. You're a toy. What kind of toy?" P2 turns straight up again. "Aliases of boy: brat, punk, kid, specimen, young master, brendan, giovanni jr." You feel woozy again for a second, then you know where the boy is and how to go there.
This seems confusing, but I'll try my best to keep up ^^"