A Pokemon Odyssey Chapter 1: Our Story Opens, a pokémon fanfic

A Pokemon Odyssey

(The Story Of Wobbuffet)

By Father Maximillian J. Hulk

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hello my children! Father Hulk here! Welcome to perhaps what will be my greatest achievement ever! The Pokemon Story to end them all! Well, out of my stories anyway. I had tried to do this story before, but it crashed and burned, so I removed it. But now it's back again! It tells the story of a boy, a girl, a team, a mother and father, and one very special Pokemon. This story will be all out… I hope you enjoy it!!!

CHAPTER 1

Our Story Opens

THE END

(click) I turned off my Game Boy Color and leaned back against my headboard. I had just finished Pokemon Crystal. I was the Pokemon League Champion, the strongest trainer in the land! Well, second only to Ash Ketchum himself, I thought with a chuckle. I haven't beaten him yet. But de-throning Lance is enough for me.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Paul Cricklin, life-long resident of New Jersey, USA and long-time Pokemon Trainer. I live in a small town called Ellendun, which is only a square mile in area, but it's cozy and I wouldn't live anywhere else. I live with my father, I go to a school down in Woodfield, and I am over-all happy with my life.

If you're not familiar with the idea and story of Pokemon, let me fill you in.

In a magical world called Johto, (and it's sister country Kanto) live wondrous creatures called Pokemon. These creatures represent seventeen different elements, such as Fire, Water, and Psychic Power. People have lived alongside Pokemon in harmony for ages. Sometimes they work together, sometimes they battle each other.

There are also those in the world of Pokemon that use these creatures for evil. The most prominent group is called Team Rocket. Team Rocket uses Pokemon to commit crimes, harm other Pokemon and people, and to cause havoc. Led by their master, Giovanni, Team Rocket goes everywhere spreading chaos.

Waiting for all Trainers atop the Indigo Plateau are the Elite Four, the most powerful trainers in the world, second only to the Pokemon League Champion. Should you prove yourself by defeating them, you are considered the new Champion.

So that's it in a nutshell. Of course, if I were to go into detail about everything in the Pokemon world, we'd be here for ages!

I gently tossed my Game Boy Color to the ground, and stood up to go into the kitchen for a snack. However, at that moment, the telephone rang.

I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Yeah, Paul?" It was my best buddy and fellow Pokemon Trainer Donald.

"Yeah, Don-Man, whassup?"

"Oh, not much. I need you to help me with something though."

"Sure. What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for a Wobbuffet. Do you know where there is one?"

I scratched my head. "Wobbuffet? Umm, I think you can find him at night in Dark Cave."

"Okay, thanks." He said.

"But, Don… why would you want a Wobbuffet? He sucks!"

"That's not true!" Donald cried defensively. "He is a great Pokemon."

I figured I'd better try to get him to see the light. "Don, listen to me for a minute, ok? Wobbuffet learns… NO TM moves; he can't attack on his own; his stats suck… Trust me, Don, you can do better."

The next thing Donald said was spoken in a tone of voice that I had never heard him use before. "You shall come to appreciate Wobbuffet's true power soon enough."

For some reason, that sent chills through me. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing." Don said, returning quickly to his normal voice. "Well, thanks for helping. Maybe soon I'll come over and we'll battle."

"Sounds good!" I said. "See ya!"

"Bye bye. Click."

Upon inspection of the pantry, I concluded that we had nothing suitable for a decent snack, so I decided to put on my winter coat and take a walk into town, where many places to eat existed.

It was cold outside as I stepped out the back door. But this would not deter me nor my growling stomach, so I walked down our driveway and out into Ellendun proper.

Ellendun is a beautiful town. Lots of little tree-lined avenues, three parks to boast about, and a bustling main road that was actually a state highway to boot.

I walked casually down Main Street, sometimes glancing into the stores to see what was going on within. It was during one of these glances that I bumped into someone on the road. I turned, and I saw that it was my friend John.

"Hey, hey, John!" I said in greeting.

"Wassup, Paul?" He replied. "What's goin' on?"

"Not much. Just going over to The Break for some food. You?"

"Nothing, really. I was heading over to Katrina's for some pizza. You wanna come with?"

"No thanks." I answerd.

"Really? Well, all right. Oh, by the way, Paul, check this out!" He held up a holographic foil Wobbuffet Pokemon card.

"Heh, so you're in the Wobbuffet fan club as well?" I chuckled.

"Yeah. Why, Don told you he was looking for one?"

I was surprised. "Yeah…. How did you know?"

"I talked to him today. He told me he caught a Wobbuffet and that I should look for one too. But I only have the Blue Version."

"I could lend you my Silver Version," I offered. "Then you could have a taste of the challenges of Johto!"

"No thanks."

"Oh. All right then. Hey, I gotta get moving, so I'll see you around."

"Peace out, Paul." He said with a smile as we parted ways.

At long last, the brick building with its two tall chimneys, called 8 On The Break, or just "The Break" came into view. A magnificent pool hall chock full of video arcade machines and pinball tables, as well as delicious food prepared by talented chefs, The Break was perhaps the hottest spot in Ellendun.

I stepped inside and let the drone of the video games wash over me. This was a gamer's paradise. Featuring completely modern pinball tables with 3 balls for only a quarter, and all the latest fighting games and action games, you couldn't beat it.

I casually wandered over to the food counter and sat down.

"Hey, hon," said the lady who worked there. "What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a cheese steak with barbecue sauce, and an RC Cola." I said.

"Ok, it'll be a few minutes."

"Thanks."

After a minute or two, she turned around and said, "Hey can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What's up?" I replied.

"Do you play that Pokey Man game?"

It struck me odd that she would ask me of all people. "Yes, I do. Why?"

"Well, my nephew is playing it, and he's so frustrated, he can't find this one Poke-man."

"Which one was he looking for?"

"Umm…." she looked up, as if searching the air above her. "I'm trying to remember what he told me… something about a buffet…"

I raised my eyebrows. "Do you mean Wobbuffet?"

"That's the one."

Now this was freaky. This was the third time today somebody mentioned Wobbuffet. It was starting to freak me out a little.

"He's in the place called Dark Cave." I told her.

"Hold on let me write it… Dark… Cave… ok, got it! Thanks!"

"You know, it's funny… you're the third person today to ask me about Wobbuffet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's like he's the newest fad, or something."

"That's strange." The fryer dinged. "Ok, your food is ready. You wanted barbecue sauce, right?"

"Please."