Danny never cared much about Pokemon collecting or battling, but he loved the Horsea his kupunawahine gave him. He and his dad built a big tank for Horsea in Danny’s room, and he still remembers playing with Scott’s Totodile and Mrs. Stilinski’s Lapras in the Stilinskis’ pond. He didn’t start training it until he learned about Porygons, and what it took to catch one. Horsea evolved into Seadra before they managed it, and by then the Up-Grade had been released.
Hacking was so much more fun with Porygon2—Ducky, Danny called it. Ducky was more creative and intelligent than any program Danny had ever worked with, along with an ever-increasing loyalty that pleased Danny when it probably should’ve chilled him.
Then he got caught—thankfully, not while using Ducky, or they might’ve taken it away. The experience did put Danny off from upgrading Ducky to Porygon-Z, especially when Porygon-Z looked so freaky.
When Jackson moved away, and with hacking not an option, Danny turned to music. But, bless Seadra and Ducky’s hearts, there was nothing musical about bubbles or bad synthesizers. So Danny took Seadra out for a swim in the river every day, Ducky floating along behind, until they found a Chatot.
Danny was picky about things that were important to him. He knew that. His Pokemon meant as much to him as Hawai’i, hacking, and music did. They didn’t battle; they didn’t have to. They were his, and that was enough.