Madness, risk-taking and high emotions run through the Ohms family. Both of his parents were a busy & extremely passionate couple. Between his loud, boisterous, monster-tamer of a mother that was famous among the Rhyhorn Racing sporting scenes and the nonsensical ravings of his father going on about imaginary wars & being a proud, manly "Lightning American" despite that not an actual nation in the Pokemon world, there never was a quiet moment in the family.

   Glitch had been a trainer the age of ten, like most boys, and showed considerable promise. He had lucked into a present of a Deino from an estranged relative that his parents weren't impressed with. They preferred their own types of pokemon, but namely it was very hard to housetrain. About the only reason they hadn't gotten rid of the biting, ornery dragonling was because their kid had grown attached to it and was really the only one the little feral whelp listened to. A few years after that, Glitch somehow found & befriended a shiny Doduo on a family vacation. (Primarily through giving it treats to gain its trust.) Since he already had the Pokemon and the knack, there wasn't much hesitation to let him loose at ten to begin his Trainer Journey. As was the tradition in his world's culture.

   For a while, he ventured around Kanto & Johto picking up the rest of his team*(see Footnotes), but by the age of fifteen Glitch Ohms had grown tired of wandering & came back to live with his parents with only two badges and clearly no intention of finding his own place. By twenty, his parents had grown tired of their jobless son around (and wanting alone time for other "reasons") they decided to pack him off to help his Grand-Uncle Bill. Hopefully, they thought, he could get a good job in the vaguely "sciencey stuff" their even distant-er relative did and pick up a more respectable team of "Real Pokemon. Like, Electric ones."

   After close to two weeks of traveling and stumbling northwards, Glitch arrived to find Grand-Uncle Bill gone from his house. Eventually figuring out his computor-phone and calling him up (No one bothers to lock their houses in the Pokemon World, of course.) ,Bill told him he was at a conference trying to get funding for his latest invention and told him to watch his house and not mess with anything until he got back.

   This was a mistake. Glitch has his name for a reason.

   It is a rather odd & funny happenstance in many dimensions that given names can be somewhat cruelly descriptive. As a child, Glitch always had a high build-up of static electricity. This was seen as a far more notable & adorable trait than his talking to Pokemon. Indeed, Glitch could essentially talk to the super-powerful animals that inhabited his world. But his parents and anyone else had always seen this as typical of trainer aptitude and it really only worked with those who he had taken the time to train and be around for long periods of time. Any other strange Pokemon came out somewhat garbled and at the usual level most trainers used to understand and order their Pokemon. No, it was the small inclination to electricity, because of his dense, brown hair, that was seen as a brighter omen. Mostly because his father had seen this as a sign that he'd take over the family gym business. But, alas that trait had not led to not much more then a higher chance of getting a small, annoying shock when touching Glitch. This, though, meant that what limited technology he did get to was bound to not end well.

   After some several long hours in his distant relative's one-room house, eventually Glitch found himself staring at the huge device blanketing the north wall. Reasoning that he ought at least be familiar with his Uncle's work if he was to work for him & facing what could be days of empty house-sitting, Glitch began to prod the machinery.

 It was not long that smoke & sparks began to fly. As things like this are want to happen; the resultant explosion engulfed our trainer & the majority of the house. With one small, but important sensor deep inside the cavernous mechanical bowels forcing its matrix setting to "Clefairy.".....

 Once all the disaster had cleared out, all that remained was discarded clothes and a belt of Pokeballs. After some quiet, slow settling hours the Pokemon inside gradually became aware something was amiss & released themselves to figure out what had occurred. Namely... that they were human now.

   Knowing their trainer full well by now, they correctly guessed Glitch was the cause of this and set out to find him.     ...as a small ball of terrified fur cowering under the same desk he had contacted his uncle on just earlier that day.

   As a young Eevee.

   Sworn all to secrecy, (mostly because it was all too embarrassing to have to explain the situation again to anyone, much less to his Grand-Uncle.) the team set out again on their trainer journey on a quest to get back to "normal" while exploring the sudden upset in power dynamics: Six "trainers" with one "Pokemon" between them.**

   About a decade later of this chapter of life, they & he had become stable enough in physical form (Via gaining the favor of an all-powerful Mewtwo *Cough!makesiteasyCough!*) to pass as what they originally were. Glitch Ohms then showed up in Unova where, after collecting very many more Pokemon & friends, he finally settled down in Black City as a "Specialist Researcher." From nearly a lifetime of desperately attempting to operate his own physical boundaries & getting back in touch with his folks, civilization and his Grand-Uncle, he set out to find alternative ways to apply his personal experience with Bill's rather interstatial technology.

   During his travels, Glitch had learned that evolutionary stones served both as a dampener & stabilizer for not only his special situation but other matter given the right stimuli. Harnessing a latent, oft-ignored "magic" in the Pokemon World, (Like, "Psychic-type", Duh.) Glitch struck a deal with the mysterious shadow-government that led Back City. Their town was one fueled by an unashamed, powerful goal: Greed. They wanted more money, an endless economy, which meant a limitless hunger for jobs and a ceiling that you could never reach. Glitch answered their metaphorical question with a very literal solution. Buildings that were somehow taller on the inside. Skyscrapers you could climb your entire life on.

   What did it matter that it seemed some citizens seemed to just literally vanish? A city needs constant growth, more & more people. You can find everything you could want in Black City! Unless you're looking for a specific soul...

   Not long after that, another decade & era, Glitch had to leave the nation and start over new. For reasons some likely already know.

  Retiring his team in a rushed & dangerous time of his life, Glitch was tired, lonely & needy. Now Forty, he set up his now-retired parents in Kalos*** and resolved to start over as just a regular trainer. If a bit old for it now.

  Upon meeting the local, young professor, Glitch instantly fell in love with a little Fennekin. Seeing it as a new, fresh, clean slate on a tarnished life, He named him Spark. For a nice while, everything was great. Spark was doted on & spoiled & had an air of high-class superiority that only increased as he gained telepathy when he evolved into the much more humanoid Delphox. Glitch however, knew first hand what it was like to be a Pokemon & serve others. By now, on rare occasion, secrecy & the proper set-up of the required devices, he could turn into a Glaceon and this began to show more as he grew older. His hair grew paler & shaggier as often as Spark would hold the conversation in the many times they could be seen lounging & chatting around the open-air cafes in Lumiose City where they now lived. Wasn't an uncommon sight for the Delphox to be standing on the sidelines of his trainer's battles acting as pretty much a co-trainer & strategist, even if he wasn't even a part of the team. 

   They traveled the land, caught more members & Glitch finally scaled the local Elite Four, but this short, happy era was as brief as any before. At Spark's behest, it was suggested that Glitch keep journeying to the land of Alola ...without him. After all, he didn't need Spark around to do half the battle tactics and some distance would be healthy for both of them.

   Turns out, often the higher energy output of the more "magical" of Pokemon means they tend to live shorter lives and being nearly human through telepathy taxes that further. About a week after Glitch made land on the island chain, he received the bad news from his parents. 

   His hopeful Spark had died.

   Honoring the wishes of the best friend he ever had, Glitch Ohms decided that it was right to keep moving on with his life. Perhaps as someone new. So, with his own pale mane shaped somewhat like the pendulous pigtails of the Glaceon he could no longer muster enough energy to turn into anymore growing past his own shoulders, he took on a new nickname & identity.

  That is, the name of Widdershins.

   But this is not the end to our story; so rarely in life do stories end.

   Somewhere & When, in a place perhaps yet to be adventured in... there is Team Cannon.

To Be Continued in: Before Before Continued: The Cannon of Cannon.

Footnotes:

   * Each team throughout the chapters of his life has more than their fair share of characters. The three teams: Starting Johto Team, Kalos Team and the Alolan Team, are worthy enough for their own addendum and backstories. Perhaps, if enough interest is shown by whomever reads this, It may be another project for me to tack on after this story ends to its beginning.

   ** This is something I've kind of always seen as a sort of running comic-strip like story of its own. Loads more impactful events I can see happening. Like, for instance, accidentally "Gijinkaing" passing wild Pokemon friends or befriending my own version of a Mewtwo OC. But, that not only plays into the prior Footnote but is far, far more stories beyond this one that will be potentially always further down the road from this one.

   *** Rumor has it they're planning a new child!