Moe Adventures
Chapter 1
New Game
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or plan to profit from it in any way; it's just for entertainment purposes.
"Where the heck am I?" said a boy enclosed in darkness. There was no light anywhere just endless black stretching everywhere. "Hey anyone there? Hey!" yelled the boy who was growing more and more impatient with the passing moment.
"Geez kid shut up already," came a voice from in front of him. The voice was hoarse and one could tell the owner was old.
"Who the heck are you?" questioned the boy; he was getting both angry and suspicious of the situation. Suddenly a spotlight flashed down revealing an old man. The old man was dressed in a white lab coat that dropped past his waist. He had gray spiked up hair and brown eyes with narrow pupils. His weathered face was covered in wrinkles showing his age and that he was once a traveler of some sort.
"Welcome to the world of Moemon! My name is Professor Oak," the old man said looking towards the boy. "But everyone calls me the Pokémon Professor," he continued.
"Hey old man- I mean Professor Oak, where the heck am I. Did you kidnap me or something?" The boy asked.
But the man called Oak ignored him and continued on with his little monologue, "Before we go any further, I'd like to tell you a few things you should know about this world!"
"Seriously old man, I don't care about that right now. Where am I or can you not understand the situation," the boy complained becoming more agitated by the minute.
However Professor Oak just ignored his complaints, "This world is widely inhabited by creatures known as Moemon," he explained while pulling out some strange ball. He pressed something and the ball released a red light which then began to materialize into some form. Soon enough there was a girl on the floor right next to Professor Oak. She had blue hair reaching down past chin, and blue ears were coming out of her head. Her eyes, which were like a child's, seemed to be watering up as she was put into such an uncomfortable position. The boy continued his observation noticing she was wearing a blue swimsuit which wrapped around her childish figure. A tail in a zigzag ending in a blue sphere was coming out from behind her. All in all she was a cute girl, but the boy couldn't care less right now.
"Hey old man what are you doing? What's with the girl, did you force her into that getup? Look isn't she scared? Are you some kind of pervert, if you are I'm going to-," the boy yelled, but was cut off.
"Hey kid I'm talking right now so just listen, got it?" Professor Oak scolded. He was rubbing his head with frustration. "Kids these days can't respect their elders," he muttered.
"Professor Oak, the trainer is being scary!" the girl exclaimed running behind him. She glanced back at the boy from the side of the professor.
"It's okay Marill, he's just a punk," sighed Professor Oak waving his hand in the air.
"A punk huh, why don't I just punch the lights out of you," the boy threaten as he started towards the two.
"Listen kid, if you just listen until I'm done then the situation will be all cleared. Got it?" said the professor. At the same time he pulled back out the ball and called back the girl called Marill
I don't know, he doesn't really seem trustworthy, but do I have any other choice? the boy pondered to himself. "Ugh, fine if you'll really going to explain everything, then keep going," the boy groaned. Giving in was something he did not want to do.
"Good, now then where did we leave off...? Ah yes! We humans live alongside Moemon as friends. We play together, work together, and sometimes battle all to create tight bonds with each other," Professor Oak said.
"Wait, battle? Are you guys forcing girls to fight each other? Isn't that some sort of abuse against human rights?" the boy asked. Now it seems he was stuck with some kind of psycho who used little girls to fight.
"No not girls, but Moemon get it, M-O-E-M-O-N," the professor corrected, "Also keep quiet I'm still not done yet." The boy nodded and kept silent again. "Okay then let's hear a little about yourself. Are you a boy or are you a girl?"
"Hey I'm a boy can't you tell!" the boy yelled. Then suddenly another spotlight flash down on the boy. The intensely bright light forced him to cover his eyes. Now that he was visible one can now see what he looked like. He had ash brown hair that reached past his ears all the while spiking downwards. His eyes were a dull red which at the moment were squinting due to the light. A red and white jacket with a black shirt underneath that was paired with a pair of jeans were his clothes. From looking at him he looked about thirteen years old.
"So you're a boy huh, well then what's your name?" Professor Oak continued with his interrogation.
"My name..." the boy paused for a second, "My name is Luke, Luke Red."
"Okay then Luke or can I call you Red?" the professor questioned.
"Red is good enough," Red replied.
"Now I want you to meet someone," Professor Oak said and another spotlight flashed down revealing yet another boy. "See this person is my grandson; I believe he is your rival. What was his name again?" he asked aiming the question towards Red.
"Shouldn't you know his name? He's your grandson after all," Red replied.
"What was his name again?" Professor Oak asked again.
"I told you I don't know!" Red yelled back.
"What was his NAME again?" Professor Oak continued with more force.
"You're telling me I can name him?" Red finally asked. Well if it's up to me, what should I name him? he asked himself. Red looked at his so-called rival who also looked about thirteen years old. He had a lighter brown hair which unlike Red's spiked upwards. He had a blue sweater on and purple cargo pants. His eyes were a bright green that were different from his grandfather, but unlike the intelligence (and some strange feeling of pedophilia) in Oak's, this guy had a stuck up look. Yeah it looked like he thought of himself as being the best. Hmm I think the best name for would be... Red thought hard to himself. "His name is Blockhead. Yep a perfect name if I say so myself," stated Red.
"Oh so his name was Green you say. Ah now I remember," exclaimed Oak. Once again he ignored Red and was doing his own thing.
"But I said Blockhead. B-L-O-C-K-H-E-A-D. How'd you get Green out of that?" a confused Red asked.
"Now then Red, it's time for you to start your own Moemon journey. So hurry up and get going," the professor said.
"What do you mean adventure?" Red inquired. But before he could get an answer the lights all blacked out and in the darkness once again it seemed the floor had disappeared from beneath Red. Falling in the endless black Red yelled out, "DAMN IT ALL!"
Well, what do you think? This is my first story so I doubt it'll be much good, but I thought I did pretty well and I hope who ever reads this enjoys it too :) Please R&R and flames are welcomed, but at least try to add what needs improvment. Of course advice is encouraged as well.