The Adventure: Part One
Chapter 1: The Adventure Starts
Alright, Ben here. I'm happy and sad to say that I'm starting a five part story, starting in Kanto and going all the way through Unova. And who knows, I may change it into six parts. This one is based on my play through of Yellow, which I recently started again. It's not a Nuzlocke, but it's still a good one. It's told from first person view, so it's kinda like a journal. Now, remember, italics are thoughts, bold means uh... I don't know, and capitals are shouting. And since I won't do opening introductions unless they have a reason, I'll say this once. I don't own Pokemon, though I'm sure everyone wishes they did.
I opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling of my painfully empty and poorly decorated room. I sat up in my painfully drab and small bed, and looked around. My computer was on, like always, so I got out of bed and opened my item storage. I decided to take out the potion that I had stored in there, then went downstairs. My mom called me over, but I wasn't in the mood to discuss anything, so I walked out the door before she could give me the warning to "stay out of the grass" like she does everyday. Today was my 15th Birthday, so I went to the lab to get my first Pokemon. I walked in the door, and stopped. Oak wasn't in the lab, so I turned around. I walked toward the "tall" grass outside town, which only came up to my ankles, and started out. If Oak wasn't in his lab. He was on Route 1. I stepped into the grass, only to have Oak grab my arm and yank me back.
"DON'T GO IN THE GRASS UNLESS YOU HAVE A POKEMON!" He shouted, spittle flying.
"Chill out! I was looking for you" I said, giving him a pat on the head. Age wasn't kind to this man.
"Look! You attracted a Pikachu! Those never come here!" He said, said Pikachu sniffing at my leg. He immediately whipped a Pokeball at it's head, knocking it out and sucking it into the ball. It shook a couple times, then stilled.
"Ouch. That looked like it hurt." I said, wincing.
"YOU CAUSED IT!" He shouted, suddenly taking off for his lab. I blinked, then followed him, shaking my head.
I got to his lab, where he was passed out on the floor, the run eating all his energy. His aide looked up at me and sighed. He pulled out a piece of paper and started to read.
"Ben (that's my name), unfortunately, you were too late to get one of the normal starters. However! I have a Pikachu that I just recently caught. You can have that. My grandson should be here soon to get his Eevee, so I think you should wait so that you two can battle. Signed, Oak." The aide read, then sighed again, handing me the Pokeball that Oak had just whipped at the unfortunate Pikachu's head. I used the Potion I had to heal it, and sat down, ready to battle my oldest rival. Scott had been my enemy since we were kids, so I knew how he rolled. He was more cautious when it came to battles, thinking moves ahead, while I attacked without fail. So I usually won the battles we had, using our relatives Pokemon. My mom's Blastoise always beat Oak's Dragonite, probably because Blastoise knew Ice Beam. But regardless, I always won.
"Gramps, I want my Pokemon!" As if he heard me thinking, he said. "I'll beat you this time, Ben!"
I laughed and let out my new Pikachu, who glared at me. I don't think he liked his Pokeball, because he zapped it out of my hand and it rolled under a table. It gave me a look, as if it thought I would get down on my hands and knees to get it. I stuck my tongue out at it, and it seemed to smirk. Scott let out his Eevee, who immediately started wagging it's tail. Pikachu watched for a second, then cracked up. It stopped thinking about the battle and started to roll around on the floor, clutching it's stomach. Eevee, seeing this, took a cue from Scott and Tackled my Pikachu, who stopped laughing and zapped it with a Thundershock. Eevee flinched, and I smirked. Round one: Hits on both sides, but my Pokemon was tougher. Eevee wagged its tail again, and Pikachu Thundershocked it again. It winced, and Scott grinned. He was happy his Pokemon was in pain?
"Alright, one more Tackle should wrap this up, so go!" he said, nodding at Eevee. That didn't make sense. According to my watch, which almost was a Pokedex, Pikachu was still above half health!
The Eevee used Tackle, and I was amazed when my Pikachu fainted! That couldn't be!
"I win this time. Pay up!" he said, holding out his hand. I paid him, still confused. "You didn't recognize the tail wagging as Tail Whip? That's really sad. This isn't a battle of strength yet, because they are both low levels. So I had my Eevee lower your Pikachu's defense enough that a well placed Tackle could knock it out. Now close your mouth." I did. "Anyway, smell ya later!" he said, walking out the door.
The aide healed my Pikachu, who glared at me again. What a great start, huh?
"Look, I'm sorry we lost, but he thinks ahead! Try to understand!" I said, pleading with Pikachu, who turned its back on me. The aide handed me the Pokeball, and I tapped it on the back of the head. It was encased in a bright red light, then was sucked in. The Pokeball flashed, and Pikachu popped out. Both the aide and I sighed, and I knew this was going to be more difficult than I thought.
"You should go out to Viridian. The Professor has a package there, and if you get some time fighting wild Pokemon, Pikachu may warm up to you. That reminds me, you want to give it a nickname?" said the aide, looking at the Pikachu.
"I think I'll name him... Sparky." I said, and his ears perked up for a second, then dropped again. He liked the name, but not the trainer. I could live with that for a while.
Sparky ran out the door, and I chased him, the aide giving me a sympathetic look.
An hour later
The aide was right about one thing. Sparky did warm up to me after beating up a bunch of Pidgey and Rattata. We walked into the Pokemon Center, chatting away. Or something. I'd say something, and he'd go "Pika Pika," so I assumed he was answering me. I got him healed, then remembered why I was here. I went to the mart, grabbed the package, and started back to Oaks lab.
I walked in, and Oak was awake, for once. He said something that I couldn't understand, jumped on my back, and grabbed the package. All in all, normal stuff. He ripped off the wrapper, pulled out a Pokeball of some sort, and threw it at the aide, who screamed as he was engulfed in a red light and captured. Oak laughed evilly, picked up the Pokeball, if that was what it was, and ran out the door. I shrugged and picked up a Pokedex, a couple Potions, and 5 Pokeballs. I walked out the door again, and saw Oak gnawing on the Pokeball at the shore. I walked away, and Scott ran past me, into the lab, and I heard some stuff being thrown around. Then he came back out, whistling innocently, and walked into his house, where I heard him shout something about a map. I went in, and he ran past me. His sister was blinking, obviously just verbally assaulted, and handed me a town map before going up the stairs to what was presumably her room. I walked out, slightly confused, and started back up Route 1. After about a half hour, I made it to Viridian again. I didn't bother catching anything on the way, mostly because they were so weak.
After healing up in the Pokemon center, I went west to Route 22. I wandered in the grass there for a while, before growing bored and continuing on towards what I later found out was the Pokemon League. Bad choice.
"Have you gotten any better?" Scott said, stepping out from behind a rock. "I challenge you to another battle!"
He sent out a Spearow, and I sent out the only Pokemon I had. "Sparky, Thunder Wave!" I cried, letting him shoot a weak jolt of electricity that paralyzed the bird. Scott had it use Sand attack, and it kicked up dust that got in Sparky's eyes. "Thundershock!" I called, and Sparky complied, actually hitting the Spearow though the cloud of dust. It fainted, and Scott sent out his Eevee. It wagged it's tail, lowering Sparky's defense again. I tried Thunder Wave, but it missed, and Eevee hit Sparky with Tackle again. Sparky winced, felling a bit of pain, and before I could give him a command, he acted of his own accord, unleashing a Thundershock, hitting Eevee. Eevee hit Sparky again, and I knew the battle was almost over. Sparky hit Eevee with another Thundershock, but before I could heal him, he was Tackled again, knocking him out.
"I win again, pay up loser!" he said, grinning. I paid him, fuming. He smirked and walked away.
I picked up Sparky and ran towards Viridian. A Mankey got in the way, and instead of just running past, I kicked it, knocking it back. I threw a Pokeball at it, and amazingly enough, it was caught. I picked up the Pokeball as I ran past, and went into the Pokemon Center, healing up Sparky and the newly captured Choppy. I left the Pokemon Center, Sparky on my right, a dangerous look in his eyes, and Choppy on my left, almost apathetically staring straight ahead. We were a team, and darn it, I wanted to beat Scott!
Alright, that's the first chapter. Two rival battles, two losses, and a new Pokemon. Freaking brilliant, right? And I'm doing it again! I really need to stop starting stories in the middle of another one being written. Oh well. There are now four (if you count the exploration team) started. Darn it!