Hello, external universe, that which my mind has translated for me. I do not wish to scare you or confuse you, only to entertain. If you can see through my typed words, and you hate me already, please, comment very rudely (try not to use impolite words, if you know which ones I am talking about) and let me know your foretelling of abhorrence towards me. And please, if I spell something wrong, use incorrect grammatical order, or type anything that can be edited for the better, let me know in huge fits of rage that will make me remember never to do that again. Thank you for reading this, and please continue on to the actual storyline!
P.S.: Beware of the twist.
Made up starter lines: GRASS: Dogwhud, Treabark, Aclawnitum; FIRE: Magmott, Paralava, Incinerant; WATER: Cnidarainn, Hydrollusk, Cephalopuddle
Prologue
Under the Oran tree, I thought. I reflected back on my actions. I relived the events that brought me here, to this situation. How… how could this madness truly be happening to me now? What did I ever do to earn a fate such as the one given to me? My head ached in its thought, so I decided to close my stinging eyes and rest. As I slowly drifted to sleep, I could feel again the twisted plot that forged the roads which led me to slip through the fourth wall in this sentence, and the evil laughter of the author that typed and edited these words.
Story
I woke up, my clock extra loud as it chanted, "Charmander! Charmander!" I slowly lifted my hand, and pushed down the tail on my orange, plastic, amphibian alarm clock. I stood up, and placed my feet on the floor, cold and wooden. I walked outside when I realized, today was the day I received my first Pokémon. Whoa, wait a minute, today is the day I get my first Pokémon! Yippeeeeeee!
Running as fast as I could, I raced my shadow to the Pokémon center. I couldn't wait! Burst through the door to Professor Filbert's Lab, and, to my surprise, several kids behind me did, too. I sprinted with all my might to the pedestal that held three Pokéballs, each containing one of three Pokémon the Professor has saved for us. My hand stretched as far out ahead of me as possible, I leaped for them, hoping to get a good choice before I don't have an option anymore. I picked up two, then, swiftly, the third, but the second slipped out of my hand as I did so. At least I had a choice of two, now. Before the other Pokéball ever hit the steel floor, it was already swiped up by someone else. I was about to press the button on the Pokéball when…
"Hold up one minute!" someone behind the crowd of eager kids yelled angrily. I turned to look at who it was. The Professor himself was shouting at the crowd of halted youngsters, pointing his index finger toward the group. "You can't just bust into my lab and steal my Pokéballs like a bunch of mad rats! You need to be," I covered my ears while he took a big gulp of air, "PAAAATIEEEEENNNNT!" The others weren't as prepared as me, and they took a huge blow to their eardrums, some of them even falling over. Although I couldn't resist as much noise as I would with my hands, the Pokéballs blocked out enough to keep my ears from hurting.
"You insolent mongrels, you putrid brats, all of you need to hurry out these doors, take your filthy heaps of idiot's nonsense, bury it under your disgusting footprints, and walk back in with some respect, or I will personally go to each and every one of your parents' doorsteps and tell them what you have done, right after I rip the life and motivation out of your contaminated brains, spit on it, burn it, and replace your empty pits-for-souls with white-hot nails!" By now, every kid in the building was either weeping madly, cradled on the floor crying, or running out of the doors with the look of someone who had just witnessed their first murder. I, for one, was exhausting my muscles to get the heck out of the building.
Everyone had gotten their emotional beating of a lifetime, but I was running to hide behind a tree and choose my Pokémon. One of them read, "Dogwhud", and the other, "Magmott". I extremely disliked bugs and larvae, so I didn't pick Magmott, despite the pure damage output that its final evolution, Incinerant, can throw at its opponent in battle. I decided to pick Dogwhud, the grass type. It evolves into a grass-dark type, Aclawnitum, at the end of its evolution chain, one that reminded me of a Werewolf and a Timberwolf (mostly the My Little Pony ones) at the same time.
I emerged from behind the tree, waiting for some more kids to run out of the building. I snuck back in and saw only four other ten-year olds left, two of them still crying. I quietly put the Pokéball that contained Magmott back in its place on the pedestal. Then I ran out the door, as quick as I could, just in case someone (Professor Filbert) saw me.
After trudging up a particularly sandy hill, I considered taking the left path instead of a right to meet and train my new Dogwhud in the tall grasses. I didn't even see my mom at all today, so I thought I should go and at least let her know where I was…
When the hill was scaled, I had made my decision. I would go left to train, despite my mother's lack of knowledge of my location. I jogged over to Route 11, where there were smaller Pokémon, ones easier to train on, hiding in the tall grass… yeah, I said route 11… Look, not all regions are mapped out with their route numbers obviously telling you the areas with the weaker Pokémon and the areas with the stronger ones! Anyway, I walked around in the tall grass, looking for some Pokémon to test my Dogwhud's skills on. I released Dogwhud anyway, just so I could have time to get to know it. I pressed the button on the Pokéball, and Dogwhud plopped itself right in front of me with a flash of white light.
"Dauh?" it said as it turned over to me. It looked at me curiously, as if it were reading a very difficult word. I held my hand out, and it took a step back and quietly growled.
"Come on, Dogwhud, it's okay!" Dogwhud slowly took a step toward me, then another, then one more. I kneeled down, and Dogwhud sniffed my palm, trying to make sure I was safe to be with. I didn't mean to, but I startled it when I moved my hand to the top of its head to pet it. It jumped back, but not too far. I took my hand away, and smiled. I wanted Dogwhud to know it could trust me. Its mood changed almost immediately, and it jumped on me. I fell back, Dogwhud jumped onto my belly. I pet its rough exterior, made entirely out of bark, as it licked my face. I could now see it was a boy, because it had only one leaf on its stiff, twig-like, wagging tail. I held him in my hands as I slowly uplifted myself with my knees until I was standing. I put Dogwhud down onto the grass.
Alright, Dogwhud! Let's go find you a Pokémon to train on! I ran into the tall grass, Dogwhud behind my back. It was hard to believe I would make it this far, this early. To my surprise, a Drilbur plopped out of the ground from beneath my foot, and I fell over forward. With my luck, my face landed straight onto a Pineco. How awesome of a start. Dogwhud instantly leapt onto Drilbur from behind with a tackle.
I took several steps back to avoid any damage to myself, then shouted, "Dogwhud, absorb attack!" Dogwhud had no idea what that meant, so he simply jumped onto Pineco with another tackle. Pineco used harden, I could tell because it got a bit shinier than before. Drilbur skipped over and attacked Dogwhud with scratch. Dogwhud didn't seem to be very wounded by the attack.
Dogwhud used Absorb on Drilbert, probably to recover some health. Dogwhud's eyes glowed green, and small green sparkles flew from Drilbur to Dogwhud. It was super-effective, and Drilbur looked pained. Pineco, clearly being the smart one in the battle, used harden again. Drilbur used scratch again, but Dogwhud dodged the attack, so the strike landed right on Pineco's fortified face. Dogwhud used tackle and knocked Drilbur right into Pineco again, and Drilbur fainted on top of Pineco.
Pineco used bug buzz and threw Drilbur right off of it. Dogwhud growled at Pineco, and Pineco tilted back in surprise. That was when Dogwhud used tackle once more, and Pineco fainted. Dogwhud had made short work of them both, and did so with full health left over and without any of my instructions! Clearly this Pokémon was smart, smart enough for Kanto's contests! "Dogwhud, return!" I shouted, needlessly, while the Pokéball opened. Red, transparent energy flew out of the capsule, engulfed Dogwhud, and flew back in the capsule. I put Dogwhud's Pokéball in my pocket, having forgotten my backpack at home. I started walking back home. That was when I heard the bang.
Several more bangs, like gunshots, I heard as I began to run back home. They sound exactly like gunshots, but guns have been outlawed for years. Where in the Region of Eridia would someone get a gun from? I ran faster, the gunshot sounds increasing. My heart was exploding over and over again in my chest. I ran faster than I did out of Filbert's lab. When I approached the town, I saw a group of people, all of them dressed extremely strangely, white spandex-suit-like outfits with emblems bearing a green letter "E". Their hair was dyed green, too, and their boots were knee-high and black. I knew what this was. This was team Equinox.
With masks covering their face, some of them began taking out another weapon, one that looked like a fire extinguisher, but sideways and much bigger. Flames came pouring out the nozzles, drenching several houses in orange. I began to cry as I watched people running out of their houses, screaming. Most of them were children, and about half of them were on fire.
Some of the Team Equinox members pulled out pistols and chased the kids. Most of the people who ran were shot down. I saw someone who looked about five take a bullet from behind, and I could see a hole on her forehead as she fell to the ground.
I turned around, running as fast as possible from the complete terror I had seen. I heard someone shout, "Hey! One is getting away!" A shiver ran down my spine, the shock reverberating through my blood a thousand times a second as I hoped and hoped that they didn't mean me. I heard footsteps behind me, getting closer as I ran.
An earthquake, it seemed, struck the ground. I fell to the ground, and, from what I heard, so did the group behind me. Another shook the ground beneath me, and then another. They seemed to be getting louder, closer, perhaps. I looked around, and before long, spotted the silhouette of a giant figure stomping toward the area. I could tell that it was Regigigas when the light from its tri-beam attack showed me some color, a shade of yellow, some white, and six multicolored dots.
Then, a ball of fire came hurdling toward me, but landed a couple meters behind. I could feel the heat, and hear the yells of Team Equinox, from behind me. I got up and tried to run some more. I heard lightning go off a bit further behind me, but I kept running. I tried to make a big leap whenever I predicted the footstep of Regigigas would occur so I didn't fall over again. I kept running, not giving any thought to where I was or where I was going. I could hear another few footsteps behind me, chasing me. I kept running until, of course, a dead end. Tears running down my cheek, legs aching, lungs and throat stinging, I turned from the ledge and instinctively threw out my Pokéball. It landed on the ground and shot out Dogwhud. I didn't notice when the ice attack had exploded. I could see a Team Equinox member come around from behind a tree, aiming his pistol right between my eyes.
I cringed as I saw him pulling the trigger. Sheer pain ripped itself into my left arm, almost on the shoulder. I cried out in pain and fell backwards, completely forgetting the cliff that would ensure my doom. I could feel a sharp, grassy edge hit my lower spine, and I pivoted backwards. Falling head first, I opened my eyes as I spun backwards, slowly. I could see the ground below me. A shock of agony hit me on impact with the stone, pebbly ground, but only for a second. Then, I could feel absolutely nothing.
First of all, what did you think? Second of all, where did you think? And third, WHAT THE **** KIND OF TWIST WAS THAT?! I can't believe my own words! MY OWN WORDS! He was so HAPPY (except during Filbert's reprimand), and I completely RUINED IT! Wasn't it great? Anyway, my stomach feels the need for food, and my tongue craves flavor. How about feeding me some feedback, mean or not? I especially enjoy tart, juicy encouragement, but I guess I might enjoy a bit of spicy constructive criticism, too. Oooh, if I could ask a huge favor, could you feed me some sweet, candy-like compassion in your response (despite all of that complete and utter death and destruction in the cliff hanger I gave you), because that would fill my belly with something happy! Anyway, share your thoughts, give me ideas, and tell me everything on your mind. It's not like I can tell what you're thinking. No, that requires you to be within ten meters of me.