Poké-venture

Chapter 1 – I Don't Like Caterpillars – An Old Friend for Dewey

It was a warm day in Eterna City, which sounds like a good thing, but in reality it wasn't. The people were fanning themselves and most of them were light-headed from the heat. What they didn't expect on that warm summer's day was to hear a scream come from the Gerull household.

Inside said household, Dewey Gerull, the only child of the family, was sat at a chair looking at his birthday present. A pokémon egg. Obviously Dewey knew the pokémon inside was a Torchic because he had told his parents multiple times that Torchic was his favourite pokémon.

"When will it hatch?" asked Dewey.

"In about...twenty-seven seconds," replied his mother.

Dewey giggled as the 27 seconds passed slowly. Finally, Dewey saw a small crack appear in the egg and he smiled brightly when more cracks began to appear. It was appearing! Huh, why did he see green?

"Now!" shouted his dad.

Pieces of egg shell surrounded the creature. It wasn't a Torchic. Sat where a Torchic should have beeb, was a Caterpie.

"Um. This is a joke, right?" laughed Dewey.

"What! No!" replied his mother, who thought he wasn't being grateful.

"Then why isn't there a Torchic sat on this table?" asked Dewey.

His parents looked at each other and sighed.

"Why do you need a strong pokémon if you're going to be staying in this house?" asked his father.

"I'm leaving for my journey tomorrow..." frowned Dewey.

"With a Caterpie," thought Dewey

"Well you can use your Caterpie to catch some more!" said his mother

"That's not how it works. I don't think String Shot will work against an Articuno!" shouted Dewey

His parents shrugged and walked away from their "ungrateful" son, who was still staring at the Caterpie.

"I don't like Caterpillars. They look weird..." sighed Dewey

Dewey decided to call it Colin. C for Caterpie, at least.

When Dewey woke up the day, he wasn't sure how he'd made it through the night without screaming at his parents for never listening to him. A Caterpie, for god's sake. How was he supposed to battle with a Caterpie? String Shot and Tackle. YAY!

Dewey pushed his hair back and got out of bed 8 hours later. Yeh, he got up earlier than most children. He walked to the bathroom mirror and took a good look at himself.

He had dark brown hair than was messy but luckily didn't cover his eyes or make him look like he was a girl. He wore red spectacles on his eyes and said eyes were bright blue. He had a...normal face but he hated his mouth because he looked like he'd been kissing women for 27 years, which he hadn't. He wasn't even 27! Obviously he wore what he wore most days. A red shirt and on top of that, a purple stripey jumper and with that, black jogging pants. Nothing new.

He walked downstairs and saw his bag under the stairs like always. He looked in the fridge and saw the section his parents had created for when he left home ( AKA TODAY! ). He put all the food in the small compartment of his bag while putting a few books and notepads in the larger compartment along with his dogtag he got from Unova, with the number '18' on it ; that was his lucky number.

Dewey went to see how light his bag was ; very. He double checked he had everything and then shrugged before turning around and walking straight into his Dad.

"Sorry Dad. Preparing my stuff!" said Dewey, excitedly.

"About that..." started his Dad.

"If you try to stop me, I'll punch you!" frowned Dewey, crossing his arms.

"Pfft. Anyway, no. Your mother reminded me to give you these," explained his Dad.

From his pocket, he pulled out 4 pokéballs and handed them to Dewey, who smiled and quickly hugged his Dad.

"Thanks!" laughed Dewey.

"No problem," said his Mum, who had appeared behind his Dad.

Dewey checked his watch and realised he had spent a lot of time in the fridge ( he should really do that more, he was like a stick ). It was time for him to leave his house forever and begin his journey into the world of Pokémon. He didn't know what to say so he nodded towards his parents ; they understood.

Dewey opened the door, physically but also metaphorically. He had opened a new door into a new world.

"Goodbye, Mum. Goodbye, Dad," smiled Dewey

"Bye son. We'll miss you!" replied his father.

"Don't forget to visit us! Or call us. We want to see what pokémon you have collected!" beamed his Mum.

Dewey nodded and just as the awkward situation was about to end, Dewey felt something brush his leg. He looked down and saw it. Caterpie. Dewey sighed, picked it up and placed it on his shoulder. He turned from his parents and walked away. As soon as he was out of sight from his parents, he began to sprint with Caterpie holding on for dear life.

Dewey sprinted until he could sprint no more and had managed to sprint into a small forest south of Eterna City. Dewey thought it to be close to Route 206. Suddenly, he heard the clop of hooves near him. He looked for the source of the sound and saw a small Ponyta standing near a tree, looking for food.

"Let's go Caterpie," smiled Dewey.

Dewey charged at the Ponyta and watched Caterpie fly off his shoulder, landing in front of Ponyta.

"STRING SHOT!" shouted Dewey

Caterpie leaped into the air and fired stringy silk towards Ponyta who was unable to move in time and got captured. However, it managed to burn the silk and used Quick Attack, slamming into Caterpie. Caterpie flew into a tree and landed, knocked out. The Ponyta hadn't finished, it charged right at Dewey who had no idea what to do. Ponyta prepared to fire Flame Wheel straight at Dewey, who knew he couldn't outrun the Pokémon.

"Poliwhirl, quickly use Water Gun!" came a voice.

Water slammed into the charging Ponyta and it flew into a tree and then slammed into the ground. Surprisingly, it managed to stay conscious but seemed to be too tired to move. Dewey suddenly had an idea. He grabbed a pokéball from his pocket and threw it at the Ponyta. Time ticked slowly and then VWOOM. Dewey cheered, ran over to the pokéball, picked it up before turning to his rescue. Dewey gasped.

The rescuer was a girl around Dewey's age with long black hair with parts of purple in it. She was thin like Dewey but exposed more of herself, wearing a floral dress that went to her knees. Unlike Dewey, she lacked glasses and was much more attractive. Dewey smiled at the girl and her Poliwhirl.

"Hello Dewey," smiled the girl.

"Hello indeed, Violet," smiled Dewey.