-'Ello there! I know, it's been a while... sorry about that. I won't be finishing "Prelude," because I don't know... it's gonna turn out real bad, and I really wouldn't like to publish something bad. Excuse the inconvenient :/ for now, just enjoy this one. It's based on me and my friends, and a few existent characters. It's gonna be long and awesome (I WILL finish this one), so stay tuned, darlings! Oh, and I do not own Pokémon. ;)
Matt had been running around his home town, Northwind Village, having fun with his father's bird Pokémon. He'd been 10 years old for a while now, but he was too shy to get a trainer license from Prof. Oak. He came by once a year to the Topaz region, and he had a summer home right there in Northwind Village. But Matt was just too shy for his own good; he couldn't bring himself to go to Oak's. He HAD to, though. His mother would kill him if he didn't.
Speaking of his mother, Matt had to get home quick, otherwise he would get in deep trouble. His mother HATED it when he didn't get home early. He quickly ran towards his house, which thankfully, wasn't that far from where he was.
"About time you got here, Matt. You were supposed to be here an hour ago! I was worried sick! You were with those nasty birds again, weren't you?"
"But Mom, there was an injured Taillow! I had to help him!"
"Pfft. Don't talk such nonsense. Unless you're planning to get your Pokémon license tomorrow, you're not going outside this house."
"But Mom! That's not fair! It's blackmail!"
"Shut up, Matt. Go to your room, and don't come out until you've gained some respect towards your elders."
Crestfallen, Matt went up the stairs and into his room. He couldn't deal with his mother anymore. It was hopeless. He decided he should get his Pokémon license tomorrow. If he did, he didn't have to deal with his mother's antics for a while! The thought of his mother acknowledging him and the badges he would earn on his Pokémon journey thrilled him to the very core. But he was tired, and it was quite late already, so he turned in for the night, hugging his favorite Wigglytuff doll, a present from his father.
Matt had barely slept last night, but he wasn't tired. He went into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror to see if his change of heart about getting his Pokémon license had changed him physically. It was a long shot, he thought, but who knows? Everything is possible, or so they say. Black, curly-yet-straight hair, dark, watery eyes, tanned skin, he looked pretty much the same. He returned to his room, picked up an ice blue backpack and packed up everything he might need in his journey (including his favorite Wigglytuff stuffed doll). He left before his parents woke up, since he didn't want them nagging him for the last time in who knows how long.
After a bit of walking, he finally got to Professor Oak's summer house. He hesitated for a bit, but then said to himself, "Matt, don't be stupid, don't waste your chance to prove yourself!"
He knocked on the door, and two minutes later, an aging man opened it.
"Uh... Hi! I'm, er, Matt, yeah! That's my name! Uh, I need a..."
He had forgot what he needed from Oak. Great. Just what he needed.
"I suppose you're in need of a Pokémon license, is that right?" Professor Oak asked him.
"Right! I need one of those! And I was wondering if you could, um, give one to me?" Matt asked him nervously.
"Why of course! What did you say your name was, lad?"
"I'm Matt."
"Yes, yes. Of course. Come in, please."
They went inside the house, and Matt sat on a white leather sofa while the Professor searched for his license and Poké Balls. Suddenly, a door in the house creaked open, and a tall boy with spiky auburn hair and a purple shirt came out of the room.
"Hi! What's your name?" the spiky haired boy asked.
"I'm Matt. What's yours?"
"I'm Gary, I'm Oak's grandson. Nice to meet you!" he said before giving Matt a friendly handshake.
Professor Oak was back already with Matt's license and Poké Balls.
"Now remember, Matt, Pokémon are your friends. You must treat them like family, and you must cooperate and work alongside them to become a good Trainer. Remember that!" Oak said before giving Matt his Poké Balls and license.
Oak had remembered something. "Oh, dear me, I think I'm out of Pokémon already..."
"Don't worry, Gramps, I captured one yesterday, and I already have ten of the same species, so I can give one to Matt," Gary said before leaving to his room and returning with a black and gold Poké Ball.
"The Pokémon contained in this Poké Ball is an Igglybuff, a pink Normal type Pokémon with singing abilities. Take good care of it, and eventually it will evolve into a Jigglypuff!" Gary said excitedly before giving the Poké Ball to Matt.
"My first Pokémon! Thanks, Gary! Oh, and thanks, Professor!"
"Hey, it's no problem, kiddo. But of course, you'll never be as good as me!" Gary smirked.
"Now, Gary, no need to get cocky. As for you, Matt, you must head up north to Flowerbed Town, where your first Gym challenge awaits! You must follow the Jewel River to get there if you don't want to get lost on the way."
"I guess I'll be leaving now, then," Matt said. "Bye! Thanks for all the help!" he said before leaving.
Matt couldn't believe it. He was already a Pokémon Trainer! And he had his own Pokémon too!
"I choose you, Igglybuff!" he said before flinging the Poké Ball in front of him. A ray of white light came out of the Poké Ball and a round, pink Pokémon with a tuft of pink hair on its head materialized in front of him.
"Awww! You're adorable, Igglybuff!" he said before trapping Igglybuff in a hug.
"Iggly!" the Pokémon exclaimed in a cheerful tone, hugging him back. It smelled nice, like angel cake.
"So we gotta go up north to Flowerbed Town, I guess..."
"Buff! Iggly, Igglybuff!" the Pokémon squealed excitedly.
"We're off, then, to Flowerbed Town!"
Matt had never been so excited and nervous at the same time. He was finally a Pokémon Trainer! But he didn't know what dangers awaited him in the road... It didn't matter. He had to move on. And whatever happened, Igglybuff would be there for him, of course. When he really thought about it, it wasn't bad at all! So he pressed on northward, ready for whatever trials the road had in store for him.