"Gold's adventure through Johto is anything but ordinary. He faces friends, enemies, hot mysterious ginger kids, and even death."

This story is based off of my Pok mon Silver Nuzlocke Challenge. More specifically, the comic that is based off of said challenge. It's pretty family-friendly, but I'll give this a T Rating. Just to be safe from the hell hounds that apparently sends to authors that don't follow the rules.

Now let's see...I don't own Pok mon. If I did, there would be a Team Evil, or Team PRAGM, or something like that in the 6th Generation. I don't know. It'd be a lot more villain-y.

Hello. My name is Gold. Well, actually, it's Red. Oh, screw it...my name is Kayla, and I am a miserable failure. I am from Pallet Town, in the Kanto region. Yes, the same town that idiot...Ash Ketchum? Is that his name? Well, I'm from "his" hometown. Truth be told, I'm the one who made it famous. He's just the one that gave it its' good name.

Y'see, I started my journey about a year ago. I made it kind of far, but...well, to put it bluntly, all of my friends died. Yes, died. Whether it be by a wild Pok mon, or at the hands of a fellow Trainer, they all dropped. One by one. I just couldn't do it. Professor Oak trusted me with his precious Pok Dex, and I failed him.

I had to redeem myself. After sulking around for a few months, I finally stood up and said, "I'm gonna be the very best Trainer in the entire world! Nothing can stop me!" Ignoring the bewildered stares of the other patrons of the restaurant, I told my mom that we were moving to Johto. "For a fresh start," I said. "What's the worst that could go wrong?"

Well, here's my story of how exactly things went horribly wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong. It all started when my memories began to fade...

I found myself standing in a dark room. 'What am I doing here? What is this place?' I thought. 'I...something about Pok mon...and Professors...' My memory is so terrible sometimes. I just decided to go with what my slightly retarded memory told me.

"Er, uh...Professor? Hello?" I called out.

"Zzz...Hm? Wha...?" I heard a slightly dazed voice. "You woke me up!" I heard the sound of someone shifting. "Will you check the clock for me? What time is it?"

"Uh, 11:01 PM." I responded.

"11:01 PM? No wonder it's so dark!"

"Please come out of the shadows." And that's what they did. An older man with spiky grey hair and a lab coat walked toward me.

"Hello! Sorry to keep you waiting!" He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Welcome to the world of Pok mon!" I was starting to get a strange feeling...like I had seen him before. "My name is Oak." That's it! "People call me the Pok mon Prof-"

"YOU'RE FROM MY OTHER NUZLOCKE," I yelled.

"Now...what did you say your name was?" Oak asked.

"Dude, you know me! I'm Kayla!"

"Gold, are you ready?" God damn it. "Your very own Pok mon story is about to unfold! You'll face fun times and tough challenges!" I started to zone off at this point. "A world of dreams and adventures with Pok mon awaits! Let's go! ...I'll be seeing you later!"

I suddenly found myself in a house; my house. Remembering what I did last year, I went to my computer and opened the Item Storage. "Well, seeing as I'm always prepared...let's withdraw my Potion." I searched around in the files for a good six and a half minutes, when it finally struck me. "Wait...no Potion? I HATE JOHTO." I stepped away from the computer and gave myself a few minutes to calm down.

"Well, might as well check the TV for news..."

An information box popped up. "It's a TV."

"Gee, thanks for the insider information." I said.

I walked downstairs, only to be greeted by my psychotic mother. "OH GOLD OUR NEIGHBOUR PROFESSOR ELM WANTS YOU TO DO SOMETHING FOR HIM," What a surprise. "ALSO, I GOT YOUR POK GEAR BACK DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A PHONE TOO BAD I'LL TELL YOU ANYWAY YOU-"

"OK, well thanks, Mom, but I gotta RUN!" And with that, I ran out of the house as fast as humanly possible, and then some. "Welp, there's Professor Elm's laboratory!" I exclaimed to no one in particular. I reached for the doorknob...

"OOH HOT MYSTERIOUS GINGER KID LET'S FORGET ELM FOR A BRIEF MOMENT."

This kid was pretty hot. Who cares if he was mumbling to himself like a schizophrenic?

I snuck up behind him to hear what he was saying.

"...So this is the famous Elm Pok mon Lab..." he muttered. He must have sensed my aura...or, y'know, felt me breathing heavily on the back of his neck...because he turned around and asked, "...What are you staring at?"

He then proceeded to beat the living daylights out of me. I flew through the air and skidded to a stop about twenty feet away.

"So...dreamyyy..." I got up and evaluated my injuries. A few bruises and scrapes here and there. Oh, and a giant bleeding gash on my chest. 'Eh, relatively unharmed.' I opened the door and stepped into Professor Elm's lab. He was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I heard something behind me.

"Gold! There you are!" Professor Elm yelled.

"Here I am!" I yelled right back. This was a game we played, don't worry about it.

Professor Elm looked over me for a minute, a concerned look on his face. "Oh my goodness you are covered in blood what happened?"

"Oh, some shady ginger kid sent me flying with an inhuman punch and is probably going to steal one of your Pok mon when I leave." I responded.

"Oh, OK. Well, my friend Mr. Pok mon found a weird Pok mon so I'm giving you a Pok mon to fight other Pok mon." I grinned at this, and he led me over to a table. It had three Pok Balls on it. "You have three choices. Chikorita, the Leaf Pok mon. Totodile, the Big Jaw Pok mon. Or Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pok mon. Choose carefully, Gold."

Remembering my first starter, Charry the Charmander(I am so original, aren't I), I chose the Pok Ball with the fire sticker. The Pok Ball opened with a flash.

"Cindah-kwiilll!" The Pok mon leaped into my arms. Dear Lugia. This thing was adorable. I'm so glad that I chose it.

"D'aw! Your name's gonna be Cinda! I will always love you until I go to that other region!" I said. I could already tell that me and Cinda were going to be the best of friends. 'I won't let you die. You're not going to end up like Charry, drowned and covered in rocks. This time will be different.'

With Cinda in my arms, I headed toward the exit. Before I could reach the door, though, and Aide stopped me.

"Hey," he said. "I want you to have this." He handed me a Potion.

"Well, we were kind of having a moment, but this does make up for the fact that my computer is a prick."

And with that, I was on my way.