It's Christmas! And what colour's more Christmasy then Green?

Well, red, but other then that, nothing!

So, here's a short story to celebrate!

Note: This is based on the terrible Pokemon Green English patch that can be found as a rom. All dialogue, aside from Gold's, does not belong to me.

Note #2: All grammatical/spelling errors in most dialogue are intentional. This is copied exactly from the Rom.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own Pokemon.

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Palkia let out a sigh of boredom, casting a wary glance around his exquisent temple, finding it hard to keep his eyes from falling shut. He shook his head, trying his best to stay awake, because c'mon, what kind of legendary falls asleep at 5:00 in the afternoon?

Well, other then Thunderous, but nobody likes him anyways.

The dragon shuffled uneasily. Yes, being a legendary meant that you were highly respected and looked up to, but at the same time, it was so freaking boring! Sometimes Palkia couldn't help but think he got the bottom of the barrel in the whole "being a legendary god Pokemon" thingy. Seriously, at least Dialga got to go surfing on weekends and hang out with some hot Lopunny babes, all he got to do was sit in a temple for hours upon end and count the hours to his death that would never come.

Unless the world was in threat of becoming destroyed, then he could do some stuff. But that wasn't going to happen until the Diamond and Pearl remakes! And, as we all know, those are AGES away!

'If only more people had bought Pearl," He thought with a sigh, casting a glance out a nearby window.

A beautiful array of bright, angelic colours met the space dragon's light pink eyes, causing them to widen. The sight never failed to blow him away. Glorious silver stars speckled the view, shining like light through holes in a rainbow blanket as golden clouds rolled peacefully across the sky.

Palkia let out a sound of content relaxation. The view almost made all the crap he had to bear worth it.

Almost.

However, although the bad outweighed the good, the legendary held a lot of respect for this tiny treasure of his, because it's not like he had always had it.

Oh no, the graphics of the orginal games would never be able to handle a sight like this. Back then, what was now a jaw-dropping picture, was nothing but a sea of cold, black, ink. Dead. Empty. Lifeless.

Palkia shuddered at the memory. Nobody would ever understand how painful that had been for him. How agonizing, how cruel, how...

Boring.

'Unless..." A sudden hint of an idea hit Palkia like a herd of Ryhorns. The Pokemon narrowed it's eyes. It was a mean, ugly thought, but he couldn't help but smirk at the idea. He knew of one thing, one single thing, that would be as painful to go through as his own experience.

And he knew exactly, exactly, who he wanted to go through it.

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Gold opened his eyes groggily, an odd, spinning sensation playing with his mind. A sea of dizzying blackness surrounded him, making him feel the slightest bit faint.

The trainer straightened up, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He didn't remember falling asleep, in fact, he didn't even remember going home, for Arceus' sake!

Last thing he knew, he was just hanging out with Crystal at the lab (and by 'hanging out with', he means 'irritating the crap out of'), and 'bam!', creepy dark room, perfect for killing someone.

"I bet this is Silver's fault," Gold grumbled, rubbing his pounding head. The headache certainly didn't help the situation.

Suddenly, without a moments warning, a bright stage light flashed, momentarily blinding the trainer. Gold rubbed his eyes, clearing the darkness from his vision. Slowly opening them again, he caught sight of an all too familer figure. Same brown-ish grey hair, same white lab coat, same minute frown etched onto the corners of his mouth, but somehow, thing seemed a bit off.

"Professor Oak?" Gold squinted, not sure if what he was seeing things or not. Did the professor look... Younger?

Oak opened his mouth, his normal, raspy voice echoing around the shaded room. That didn't concern Gold. What did bother him, however, was what the professor said.

"It's our first time meeting! Welcome to the world of Pocket Monster!" Oak greeted, starring off into nothing.

Gold blinked, eye twitching a little. Had he been drugged? Was that what was going on? What the hell happened to Professor Oak's grammar?

The breeder shook his head. "Uhh... Oak, we've met before. Many times. You... Gave me my Pokèdex?" Gold couldn't hide the awkwardness in his voice.

However, Oak went on as if he hadn't even said anything. "My name is Aochider-"

"Aochider!? What the hell?!"

"-I was called Doctor PET was loved and esteemed by us all."

Gold couldn't take it. Getting up to his feet, the breeder stormed over Oak, ignoring the light-headed feeling.

Once he was inches away from Professor Oak, he growled: "What in the name of loving children is wrong with you? Are you an imposter? Huh? Huh? Answer me!" Gold snapped, giving his elder a suspicious glare.

Oak, or Aochider, still didn't react. Instead, he reached into his lab coat's white pocket and produced a Pokèball, the bright red top looking a strange colour of pink.

Without a word, he tossed the ball into the air, causing it to open, like all good Pokèballs should. The light show that comes with this action was off, Gold couldn't help but note. Seemed a lot... dimmer.

Aochider turned back to him, his face holding the same creepy expression.

"In this world the alive creatures called as Pocket Monsters live in every corner!" He explained, one eye slipping to the bottom of it's socket.

"Son of crap, Oak, this isn't funny!" Gold exclaimed. He was running out of his already limited patience.

"The creature named PETwas treated as a pet to take part in competition! And I'm doing the study of this PET that is all!"

"..." The breeder was speechless.

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"..."

"...This is a prank, isn't it?"

Oak suddenly took a step closer, smiling in a disturbing manner.

"Then, now tell me your name!"

"What?!"

Aochider nodded. "Okay call it What?"

"Wha-huh?" Gold was lost. What the hell was going on?!

The professor shot his hands to the side, fiddling around in the inky blackness for a moments, before he pulled out yet another regonizable figure, this one with spiky brown hair and green gaze that too seemed oblivious to the world around them, falling lazily in random directions as his grandfather shook him.

A rush of relief hit Gold. Finally. Someone who could explain what was going on.

"Oh sweet Arceus, thank you!" He praised. "Green, what's going on?"

The brown haired trainer made no response.

"This little boy is my Grandson!" Oak explained.

"Little?"

"Either your paly partner or your opponent well? What's your name?"

Gold felt himself go pale. "Paly... Partner...?"

Aochider licked his lips, leaning in. "Oh right! Now I remember it's calledPaly!"

The breeder raised a hand to his face, trying his best not to have a spaz attack.

"You're high," He reminded himself, "This isn't actually happening..."

Pushing his grandson into a car, Oak finished his little speech. "What? Now start your story! Dream adventure! go to the world of Pocket Monster! go!"

There was a sudden flash of white, and everything fell silent.