_{*NOTE* this comment is pointless and silly, and there is really no reason to read it. i started with a short thing that was supposed to be funny. sorry about that.}

"from the journal of lucario
ordeal 1: i must open all of these doors without thumbs. I would make a note of this and attempt to ascend further rungs up the metaphorical, yet easily enacted upon, evolutionary ladder. perhaps i could forge a new path, one in which i take a reverse 'route' to snivy, gaining more useful arms, rather than losing them altogether. Unfortunately, this thought will fade with every fleeting impulse of mine, as no notes can in fact be made, given my aforementioned lack of thumbs. this journal is being spoken aloud. my companions are beginning to look rattled, and they have been eying me strangely. no matter... i shall soon be rid of them all.

ordeal 2: i must escape my team members. i cannot fathom how they discovered my mutinous intentions, but there is no use dwelling on that now. they have beaten me quite harshly, and i fear for my life. this ordeal is compounded with the first, as i cannot open any doors that may lead to my escape, and therefore my survival.

ordeal 3: ... oh, sweet dialga. your chronology is about to be set for me in most final of ways, my perspective on your hours stopping like... i can't think of a clever clock metaphor under these conditions. how did they find me...? h... how did...

... ... ...

*final note, added by team member alakazam:*
i do not believe that lucario was even aware that he was "keeping this journal". it may have been akin to an out-of-body experience, or perhaps a function f his body that his mind separated from present circumstances, which to him made his "journal" seem almost like a form of universal narration... sadly, none shall ever know what mental affliction this poor pokemon suffered from now. i could not persuade my teammates to stay their hands after we tracked the traitorous lucario down from the sound of his voice. it is strange, though... before lucario's final breath left him, i believe i felt a dark presence in the room. it seemed as if it had been hiding behind the light of lucario's aura, some dark pokemon that had nestled itself inside of him and taken hold of his body and soul. i sensed it briefly after lucario's passing as well, its foulness burning an unforgettable stench onto the surface of my mind. it is almost as if i can feel it, even now.

... ... ...

from the resumed journal of alakazam
ordeal 4: the members of my team have taken to looking upon me strangely."

Can I have the link to the fanfic?

He looks bored.

wow and i cant even draw riolu without a mistake!

for you all your art work nice

That's sooooooo cool!

Interesting!

This cover reminds me the classic mystery games from 90's. It would be fun if they made one with him, even not being as good as the older ones.

like his expression.

aww i love lucario
i even made a cosplay costume when i was 9

I'd love a link to his FanFic, it sounds impressive.