Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of the ideas portrayed throughout this story Strangled Red is an idea stemming from CreepyPasta and Pokemon is owned by Nintendo
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
*WHACK*
I rolled over onto my side and slowly opened my eyes. The light from the window was bright and hurt my still groggy senses. As I peered over at the alarm clock I saw the time 7:30 am and a rush of emotions flooded my mind. This was the day I finally got to begin my journey as a Pokemon Master. Springing out of my bed my bare feet hit the cold hardwood of my bedroom looking over I noticed my brother Mike was still asleep in his bed. Knowing that Mike would be furious with me if I left for the Lab without him so I walked over and jostled him until he awoke. Mike was wearing his faded blue shirt with a the Blastoise evolutionary line on it. Our eyes met and in synchronization we exclaimed "Last one to the Professors Lab is a Bad Egg" grabbing our packs we sprinted down the stairs forgoing our shoes.
Mom was in the kitchen scrambling some eggs, she greeted us with her typical "Good morning sweeties" line, but before she could utter another phrase Mike interrupted her exclaiming that we didn't have time for breakfast or idle chit chat we had a mission to accomplish! Racing out the door we headed out east for Pallet Town's main center. As we eagerly crossed through the grass we ran up a large hill and as the sun broke the peak our gaze looked out over the town; and there at the southernmost tip was Professor Oaks Lab. I pushed Mike back and tore down the hill as I banged on the front entrance panting Mike caught up and gave me a friendly shove for the stunt I pulled earlier.
Oak opened up the door and much to his amusement gave out a little chuckle at the sight of these two 10-year-old boys that desperately wanted to begin their journeys through the Kanto Region. Oak opened up with his traditional speak about the World of Pokemon and the innate dangers that lay ahead. Honestly, I can't tell you a thing he said and I doubt Mike could either we were so fixated on the three pokeballs sitting on the desk beside Oak. Upon the finishing of Oaks story, he turned to the table and asked me, Steven, which pokemon I wanted. Without hesitation, I stammered "Charmander" and raced forward as he extended his hand with the pokeball in it. I grabbed the ball from him, the cold metal in my hand for the first time. This pokeball was much heavier than the plastic toys that I had held for the first 10 years of my life. I reared back and unleashed the small flame-tailed pokemon that was inside. A flash of light and right there before me was my very own pokemon I burst out with emotion and called to it by the name I had predetermined many nights before, "Miki!"
END CHAPTER 1
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