This is the atypical trainer fic. It's kind of the bees knees. Might be accepting OC's, dunno. You'll have to ask in a review/PM or something. Everything in this fic is made up by my own imagination, except for the Polkamon. New region, new towns, all that. Hope you enjoy it, leave some constructive criticism.
He trotted slowly on the gravel, following the set path. It was early. The sun was just now rising, and it seemed as though world stood still. There were grey houses lined up in rows, all of which seemed almost perfectly symmetrical. The grass was green, covered in moist dew from the precipitation of the mist covering the area. Had this been a during the day, he would have just considered this a bland old hick village. But not now. Right now, this monotonous, desolate wasteland was a surreal wonderland. He could hold his head up high, breath a hearty sigh of fresh air and let himself be free. He was the only one outside this early, everyone other inhabitant was still buried in their enchanting dreams, while he lived his. He inhaled slowly, soaking in every moment of tranquility he could before the world began again. Continuing his stride, his leather trench coat flapping in the wind, and dusty black pants brushing against his leather boots, he took out a cigarette. He had a worn-out wife beater on under the trench coat. There was a patch on the left breast of the undershirt, and it looked as though a mark on the shirt had been torn off. He was a tall man, standing roughly 6'2, with an athletic build. There was a peculiar look in his sapphire eyes, as he pulled out his silver lighter, engraved, Chance.
"Today's the day." he thought, grinning to himself while lighting up.
The silence was broken by the shrill cry of a bird Pokemon of some sort. And with that, the world had began again. Lights in small homes turned on, children were heard bouncing around their homes, flapping of dozens of wings was heard over the bustle in the nearby bushes, filled with various kinds of Pokemon. Ironically, the more people that were around, the more isolated Chance felt.
Chance walked up to the enormous building, labeled with nothing but "Sunnystem Research Lab" on a sign in the front. Opening the door, the first sensation he felt was extreme hunger. The air in the lab smelled like freshly cooked food, and it didn't help that Chance hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He saw one very spacious room and a middle-aged man standing a few yards in front of him. The room was filled with papers, documents, graphs. All of them appeared to be categorized by subject, although it was hard to tell with all the clutter. To his left, there were a few tables stacked with books, and an interesting device that he couldn't quite make out. It had a sleek, grey outside and, what appeared to be, black buttons. He eyed this device for a few seconds before his attention was grabbed by something else.
"Chance," the middle-aged man yelled, smiling with glee, "about time you got started on your journey. Most kids don't wait until they're 17 to leave on their adventure."
"Professor Maple, how have you been? It's been awhile." Chance asked, although it was clear he was distracted.
"Great!" he cried. Then, taking note of the cigarette, "you know, those are bad for you."
"I know." he said, putting out the cigarette on his boot and stuffing it in his coat pocket.
"Ok then. So, what will it be? Turtwig, Piplup or Chimchar?" Professor Maple inquired.
"None. I want to catch my own." Chance stated blatantly.
"Well... you can't do that. You have to pick a starter. Those are the rules." Professor Maple continued.
"Nope."
"...Chance, you can't just..."
After a few more minutes of back and forth argument, it was clear Professor Maple had met an immovable object.
"Fine, Chance, but if anyone finds out, it's on you." Professor Maple sighed, causing Chance to smile.
"It's on me."
"Now, come. Have breakfast with me before you go. I know you thought you'd try and get your supplies and leave without saying good-bye, so I already started making it."
That would explain the smell.
Breakfast looked almost as good as it smelled. Hot, golden brown pancakes, soft biscuits, gravy and more importantly, bacon. Sweet, sweet bacon. Chance and the Professor were sitting at a table adjacent to the table with the books and the mysterious grey device he saw previously. He was eying the enigma before, yet again, being interrupted by the Professor.
"You seem interested in the Pokedex." the Professor stated, noting the obsession Chance had taken to the Pokedex.
"Pokedex?" feigning ignorance. He knew exactly what a Pokedex was, but he had never seen this model. He could have just said that, but the glimmer in the Professor's eye about the idea of teaching Chance overwhelmed him. Chance would break his heart if he already knew everything about being a Trainer.
"An encyclopedia of Pokemon. We use it in the field to study and keep track of data." The Professor explained.
"Ah. I'm assuming that baby is mine, then?" Chance was smitten.
"Yes, that one is yours to keep.. Treat it right, those things aren't cheap, and I doubt you can afford a replacement."
It was more than doubt. It was common knowledge that Chance was broke. The dirty, worn outfit was sign enough of that. Between a cigarette issue and housing, he had no pennies to pinch.
The meal was, as previously assumed, incredible. Chance hadn't eaten that well in a very long time.
"Chance, before I let you go," he muttered, staring at the patch on Chance's undershirt, "don't put yourself down. What's in the past is in the past. You've changed. For the better, I might ad-"
"Save me the pep talk, Professor. I'm past it. Thanks for the meal."
"Okay. I won't force the subject anymore. Oh, by the way, take the black backpack next to the Pokedex. You'll need it, you stubborn ass." the Professor laughed at his own joke.
"Thanks. I won't forget it." Chance laughed and picked up his things. He waved to the Professor and started to the door, with what seemed to be a million thoughts racing through his subconscious. He shook his head and smiled, opening the door and looking at the now-bustling town, and thought to himself:
"Step One: Get the hell out of here."
Once again, leave a review, tell me if you hate it/like it/love it! I need that feedback. Oh, and can you guess what Chance's first Pokemon will be? Doubt it.