Prologue
Most people would probably start off their own stories with something completely cliché. For instance, they would claim that they were about to start off their own journeys with their unique Pokémon that they have a unique bond with. Another one would be that they're forced into becoming trainers for personal matters. Perhaps the most unlikely of them all would be that they have been sucked into their game by some unknown force and in order to escape that reality, they have to beat the game themselves.
As for me, I just started off my story by explaining a bunch of completely obvious things that you'll be finding on stories in this website. Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'll be introducing myself.
The name's Tantris Jacobsen, or Tantris for short. I can safely say that I'm not who you think I am. No, I'm not those half-human, half-Pokémon freaks that you call 'Gijinkas'. No, I'm not that special guy who holds the destiny of the world in his hands. To be honest with you, I'm a tool. Before you flash me with those hate comments and whatnot, I'll explain myself.
You see, my creator, the actual writer of this story, is a guy who tends to be a busy man. A lot of things require his utmost attention and in order to balance out the stress that he gains from doing all kinds of things, he created me, the embodiment of his dreams. As soon as I was created, he had begun to send me off to various worlds, being that one pawn in his games, be it role-playing or puzzle simulations. However, I was truly created to excel in one of his main games, Pokémon.
Of all the games he's ever played, none can ever come close to being as fun as Pokémon. A lot of the people in this community can agree. Pokémon is fun and it's basically life. All arguments that suggest otherwise are considered invalid.
Anyways, I'm cutting off the introductions. I can see a lot of you there dragging your cursor (or fingers if you use those portable gadgets) to that 'X' button. Don't. I'm saying the story now.
Basically, it started one fateful day, after my creator had just completed his first experiment with the new program that he obtained. Apparently, it was a success because the next thing I knew, I wasn't in the Kalos region anymore. I was somewhere far more familiar and yet, something about it felt rather different. It went something like this...
"Hngh... Huh? Where... am I?"
Opening my eyes, I found myself in a young boy's bedroom. The bright blue walls were decorated with various posters of creatures battling it out in some glorious battlefields. On one corner was a personal computer, or a PC for short. It looked a little used. In front of it was a bed with unmade blankets, pillows scattered about, and a rather dirty-looking sock sticking out from under the pillow sheets. This place is a sty, I thought as I looked around. My eyes then landed on the TV in front of me. Connected to that TV was an NES. I blinked. It was just sitting there. I closed my eyes and counted for a few seconds before opening them again. The NES sat there, untouched and unmoving. I must be dreaming, I thought. I then gave myself a little pinch.
"Ouch!" I cried out. That actually hurt! I'm not dreaming. This must be real.
Moments later, I found myself tumbling through a dark corridor and falling off the wooden stairs. Luckily, it didn't hurt as much as I landed on a soft, green carpet. I looked up and saw a woman staring right at me. She looked rather familiar and I was pondering about it for a minute or two before it hit me: the curly, blue hair, the brown eyes, the red blouse, the yellow apron, the same weary gaze –She was the mother of that one protagonist of a Pokémon game that my creator used to play!
I quickly burst out of the front door and looked around. There was no mistaking it; the similar-looking house on the other side of the path, a handful of people walking around, minding their own business, the grass that oozed out of the pathway leading to the next town, that one fat guy who always exclaims 'Science is amazing!', and that one building that I recognized as the Pokémon lab.
"Oh Arceus! I'm in Kanto, aren't I?"
Okay, maybe not so different. I'd skip to the more interesting parts but my creator has instructed me not to and to just continue this story in the next chapter. Stick around for the following chapters and enjoy the read. Don't forget to leave a review on your way to the next chapter though.