Based off of my HeartGold gameplay.
Inspired by xRamenXShopx's "The Charmander Diaries" (from deviantart).
Summary:
Cyndaquil was captured by the well-known Professor Elm, and he stayed in a pokeball for weeks. Presently, a young trainer named Lio has come to run an errand for Professor Elm, and a simple task shall change Cyndaquil's frozen heart into something more. Perhaps, Cyndaquil will learn to love humans again.
I hope that's good enough ^_^"
Notes:
After each chapter I'll translate some things that happened in the story to what actually happened in my game, for those who care. (Will be located at the bottom of this description.)
Chapter 1- Out of the Bag
I was a rare Pokemon. It only figured that a well-known researcher, such as Professor Elm, would stumble across and catch me. I didn't realize, however, how many days I would spend in this ball.
At first, it's as if your mind is gone, and you're just in a daze. You're not really sure where you are, or what had happened. Human technology is weird like that. After awhile of getting used to the "Pokeball," you're finally able to actually take a look around you, and you realize you're in a small, dark room. It's not the most fun I've ever had, personally speaking. Occasionally you would feel the room shaking, hinting that you're being moved, but besides that, you've no idea what's going on in the world around you.
I won't say I was excited when I heard a new voice in the laboratory—because I wasn't—but I will admit that a sliver of hope trickled through my heart.
"Good morning, Professor Elm! My mom said you wanted to see me?" Judging by the voice's structure, I assumed the kid was probably nine, and the fact that I'm able to tell is proof I've been in here far too long.
"Lio! Just the boy I wanted to see!" Professor Elm's voice sent a shiver down my spine. I came to know him as the enemy—he wasn't someone I wanted to see, hear, smell, anything of the nature. "You're rather grown now, and I have an errand I need to get done, but I'm far too busy here. You see, my colleague, Mr. Pokemon, has made some sort of discovery about a Pokemon egg, and I would appreciate it if you would go to him for me. You can even pick your own Pokemon to take with you!" Was he suggesting me?
"Really! Oh, how I've longed for this!" This kid was far too excited for my tastes. "…May I?" There was a silence after that, so I assume the Professor nodded.
"Do you want to know which each Pokeball holds? I can—"
"No." said the boy, cutting off the Professor, "I don't want to have any bias opinion in this. I'll just …see what I want."
I heard a hand touch a Pokeball to my right, sitting there for a minute. I then heard a faint "No…" and the hand removed itself. It then grasped the Pokeball to my left, waiting again. Another whisper escaped the boys lips, and finally I heard a loud clap from the top of my Pokeball. It was his hand touching my Pokeball, and, for some reason, he waited longer than before. I felt my Pokeball began to warm from the boy's touch, a feeling I never experienced in this Pokeball, not once before.
"This one," I heard the boy say aloud. I felt my Pokeball slowly lift, and the boy's grasp tightened. I almost couldn't believe it! After weeks of being trapped, I was finally going to be let free!
A loud click echoed throughout the laboratory as the boy pressed the button on the Pokeball, and I came zapping out. I almost fell whilst trying to gain my stance. I forgot what it was like to stand on actual ground. I shook my fur a bit, getting used to the difference in temperature. I turned around and looked at the boy and professor. Noting the assistant not too far away, I knew I couldn't run for it.
"Well, aren't you the cute one?" The boy was smiling at me; I felt as if he were mocking me, though. I turned my head and looked behind me, to check if here were referring to anyone else. I looked back at him and he laughed. "Yeah, you, silly!" I glared at him, but I'm not sure he could tell. He held out his hand and spoke again.
"My name is Lio, and I'm eleven years old. How old are you?" I stared at him. He was really eleven? He seems younger than he actually is. "Okay… I'll show numbers with my hands. Tell me when I reach how many years old you are." He then held up ten fingers. I shook my head. He dropped one. I shook my head. This continued until he had only two fingers left. I nodded and smiled a bit. "So you're two? Okay. Do you have a name?" I shook my head again. He looked at me for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
"Tyren! That'll be your name. Do you like that?" Lio smiled at me happily as he spoke. I couldn't say no to him—not only did I like the name, but denying a face like that? It'd be cruel of me. I nodded and smiled. "Great!" He seemed pretty happy. Professor Elm was standing back, watching, smiling. It seemed I made my first friend.
