The male woke up on a somewhat cold, Winter's day in Pallet Town. It was already starting to get a bit dark outside, but this was to be expected due to how Winter caused the days to darken earlier. Needless to say, the male who had woken up this late was less than enthusiastic.
"Ugh..." the male grunted. His eyes slowly opened and crept towards one of the two windows in his room. "...It's already this late?"
Taking very little time to think, the male slowly got out of his bed and quickly proceeded to get dressed. He quickly exited his room and opted to use the bathroom before heading downstairs.
Today was an important day for this male in particular; it was his birthday, and he was expected to begin his journey into the brilliant world of Pokémon. Except, well...the circumstances were different in this particular scenario.
The male would finish his business and begin to wash his hands. As he peered into the mirror with a somewhat tired expression, he was not greeted with the youthful visage of a ten-year-old boy. The dark-skinned male with medium-length dark blue hair and green eyes had just turned sixteen; Indeed, he was rather old to start on a journey. Like I stated however, circumstances were...different.
"Kicking me out of the house..." the male murmured. "Well, I guess my parents haven't gotten much alone time with me home ninety percent of the time."
Yes, this male in question knew exactly why he was kicked out of his house; a reason that most youthful children are not aware of as they happily set out on their journey. This male had opted out of going on a journey at the age of ten, unlike some of his other friends. Or rather, friend. Singular, not plural. Instead he devoted his time to loitering around his room, browsing the internet and trolling various forums using the screen name "Ogidni."
The male in question was imaginative to say the least, but he was quite lazy. This would become incredibly clear when you realized that flipping his screen name around would reward you with the unimportant knowledge of his real name: "Indigo."
The person known as Indigo slowly proceeded out of his bathroom with a deadpan expression that would be familiar to all who knew him outside of the internet. He took the time to zip up his somewhat odd-looking sweater vest as he waltzed down the small set of stairs that connected the first and second floors of his home. When he arrived on the first floor he was greeted with utter silence.
"This isn't ominous at all." Indigo stated with a tinge of sarcasm apparent in his voice. He cautiously glanced around the immediate area. Only after coming to the conclusion that he was the only person home (and that some crazy murderer hadn't killed everyone) did he go ahead to the shoe rack and put on his rather fuzzy winter boots. When he finished, he quickly proceeded over to a nearby closet and grabbed gray hat as well as his brown winter jacket.
"Come to think of it, I can probably shove a bunch of poke balls in my jacket pockets..." Indigo murmured to himself. Look at him, already planning ahead. He wasn't particularly ecstatic about going on this journey, but he had at least some measure of knowledge about how being a Pokémon trainer worked; After all, the internet teaches you things...whether you want to learn or not.
Having bundled up in his warmest winter attire, Indigo slowly proceeded towards his front door and exited the safety of his home. This wasn't something he liked to do very often because of an incredibly clear disdain for nature. It would seem that this would be something that Indigo would have to eventually deal with, but the time for that was not now.
Upon exiting his home, the first thing that Indigo noticed was the light snowfall. It hadn't been snowing when he had sneaked a glance out of the window in his room, so this came as a bit of a surprise to him and not in the good way. Fortunately his jacket had a hood, so he wouldn't need to worry too much about the snow. Hell, maybe the Professor would give him a fire Pokémon. That would make this entire journey better.
"Right, the Professor." Indigo murmured. He glanced around for a few moments until his eyes narrowed upon a particularly large looking building. That was most likely the Professor's Lab, but he couldn't be too sure due to his nature as a shut-in who favored the internet over the outside world. "Errr...over there."
After taking a moment to mentally assure himself that he had chosen the right building, Indigo began to trot towards the Professor's Lab. It wasn't particularly far, but Indigo's nature as a person made him try to walk around just about every patch of snow that he came across instead of simply walking through it. This tendency itself made the mini-journey take about 15 minutes. After much walking he would finally reach the Professor's Lab.
"I'm here, don't shoot." Indigo stated in a tone that carried no sense of playfulness. The first thing he noticed upon entering was a bespectacled man sitting off to one side and reading something. This man looked too young to be the Professor. This realization prompted Indigo to turn his head over to the other side of the room where an elderly looking man could be seen.
"Hello! I presume that you're Indigo?" the elderly man inquired with a soft tone. "Come, come! I've long-awaited the day that you'd decide to set out on a journey. I guess you are a bit late, but still."
Despite all the man had stated, the only thing that Indigo could find himself focused on was the incredibly triangle-looking eyebrows that this elderly man had. "Uh...yeah, I'm Indigo." he replied after a few moments. He slowly proceeded towards the elderly man. "And you are..."
"I'm Professor Oak, of course." the elderly man stated with his usual soft tone. "So, may I ask why you finally decided to go on your journey?"
"It's not that I decided, it's more like I got kicked out." Indigo said whilst slowly averting his gaze. There was definitely something wrong with those eyebrows; no single man could have such a divine existence on their face. "That's really all there is to it."
"I see; I was under the impression that you finally decided to chase after a certain friend of yours before they got too far ahead." Oak said with a slight smirk.
"She has a six-year head start on me; It's not like I could catch up, even if I wanted to...which I really don't," Indigo narrowed his gaze, "Since, like I said, I don't particularly want to go on this journey."
"Nonsense, there's no trainer that I know who hasn't enjoyed their journey; I expect you to be the same." Oak stated. "Now then, how do you feel about Weedle as a partner?"
"With all due respect, Weedle sucks ass." Indigo stated curtly.
Oak chuckled a bit in response to this. "Relax, I was just joking." he said with a slight grin. As he did this, his eyebrows quickly caught Indigo's attention again as they moved up and down. "I only have one Pokémon left, so it looks like you get to play the rival this time around. Lucky you." Oak stated as he reached for a nearby poke ball.
"Doesn't that mean I'm destined to lose just about every important battle?" Indigo asked in a voice fraught with suspicion.
Oak slowly shook his head. "It means no such thing; a Pokémon trainer's destiny isn't determined by common archetypes. You should remember that if you want to be a good trainer." Oak stated. As he did this, the poke ball he had reached for suddenly opened.
A brilliant red light filled the room as the Pokémon that had laid dormant within its poke ball, not chosen by any trainer, materialized in front of the Professor and the shut-in. The red light would die down into a light red glow before disappearing completely. A small, blue Pokémon now stood between the two humans. A curled tail, a brown shell, and four stubby looking appendages. The Pokémon slowly glanced around the immediate area.
"So, uh...what's this?" Indigo asked as he peered down at the Pokémon with an almost skeptical look. It didn't look particularly strong or fast or...useful in general.
"That, Indigo, is your ticket to becoming a great trainer in the future." Oak said as he tossed the Pokémon's poke ball over to Indigo. "The Tiny Turtle Pokemon, Squirtle."
After a bit of fumbling around with the poke ball, Indigo successfully gripped it. "You know, that's kind of pretentious sounding." he replied as he glanced down at the small, blue Pokémon.
It responded in kind by staring up at the green-eyed shut-in with a somewhat bored look. "Squir..." it croaked without a change in facial expression.
Choosing to stop staring at the Squirtle before it sucked out his soul through its eyes, Indigo slowly turned his gaze over to the aging Professor. "So, uh...I can get away with naming it, right? People usually name their pets, so..."
Oak lightly shook his head and emitted a sigh. "It's not your pet. Pokémon are our partners; We get stronger together and we learn together. Also yes, you can name it."
Indigo rolled his eyes, but inevitably nodded. "I see. Then..." the shut-in squinted. "I'll call it Lancelot." he said after a few moments.
The Squirtle that had now been titled "Lancelot" slowly glanced away from its new trainer and over to the Professor's assistant on the other side of the room.
"I should probably inform you that Squirtle is female." Oak stated after a few moments of silence.
Indigo blinked. "It's okay, she'll grow into the name." he said as he dismissively waved away the point that the Professor had brought up. Indigo pointed the poke ball he had been given at Lancelot. Having browsed the internet a myriad of times, he had basic knowledge about using poke balls and not screwing up...though this was his first time actually using said knowledge. After a few moments, the blue turtle known as Lancelot would disappear in a bright flash of red light. Indigo promptly shoved the poke ball into one of his jacket pockets. "I don't suppose you have anything else you could give me, right?"
As if coming to a realization, Professor Oak quickly turned and trotted over to a nearby work bench. He would return a few moments later carrying an odd, red device. "Right, I want you to have this. An aspiring trainer like yourself could always use one."
"And what exactly is "this?" " Indigo asked without any semblance of interest to be found in his voice.
"It's a Pokedex; It'll identify and record information on any Pokémon that you meet and just generally make being a trainer much easier." Oak said with a grin. "I'm quite proud of this model; it can even tell you when a Pokémon is about to evolve."
"I don't really need it." Indigo responded almost instantly. With that, he turned and proceeded towards the exit.
"Ah, hold on! This is the latest model, I think you should take it!" Oak called...but it was too late. The dark-skinned shut-in had already exited the Lab. Oak let out a strained sigh. "...Kids these days."
Indigo, having finally received his Pokémon, stared out at Route 1 with a somewhat perturbed expression. The tall grass was something that he had thought to be an urban legend, but it was clearly visible from the entrance to Pallet Town. Due to the season, the grass itself was lightly caked with snow. The two concepts (tall grass + snow) had come together and were giving Indigo second thoughts on if he really had to do this just so his parents could have some fun; After all, it's not like he needed any new siblings.
"...Mom, Dad, you owe me for this." Indigo stated with a slightly agitated tone as he took a step forward; His first step onto Route 1. Or rather, his first step into the Pokémon world.
Hello, my name is Corpse. Well, not really. You should totally call me Corpse though. If you have reached this point, you have finished reading through the prologue chapter to my crappy Pokémon fanfic. Naturally, things can only go downhill from here. As I decided to write this story at 3 in the morning, you will find as much love in it as I have stuffed it with; very little. This will most likely change with later chapters, but such is not the case with this one. So, uh...if you read this chapter then you're awesome and I want you to bare my children. Wait no, that came out wrong. Oh well.
Songs Listened To: Pendulum - "Crush", 4 Non-Blondes - "What's Up?", Rick Astley - "Never Gonna Give You Up"
How Long This Took To Write: About an hour and thirty minutes.
Inspiration: I played Moemon.