Unregistered File: A Pokemon Fanfic by T4AM
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The sun rose on the horizon, slowly and steadily illuminating the valley-situated town of Pallet Town a short time before morning came. With the exception of local farmers doing their morning stretches before setting to work and store owners preparing for a new day of selling their wares to friendly faces the entire town was quiet. Pretty soon many families began waking up and greeting the new day. Pokemon and their trainers passing through the Gym-less town continued on their journey. The only place in the town qualified to handle Pokemon of any kind was Professor Oak's Laboratory. It was where he lived and conducted his research. Oak ran a Pokemon Reserve where the Pokemon of several Pokemon Trainers who hailed from Pallet town were kept until their trainers needed them again. Oak was eccentric to a small degree and everyone knew him. His poetry and expertise on the creatures which inhabited the world were valued above any other source, even if the poems were a bit silly. Oak finished his morning rituals and sat down to check where he'd left off in his latest research project the previous day.
With a cup of tea and pleasant music softly wading through the lab Oak sighed with a sense of peace, just before Muk, a Pokemon composed mainly of a mass of slime sneaked up behind Oak and glomped him. "Aaah Muk! Get off me! It's too early in the morning for this!" "MUUUUUKK!" The purplish oozing mass happily hugged Oak in an enthusiastic show of affection. Oak was lucky, even though he was flat on the ground he could still reach a cane one of his scientific compatriots had sent him a few years ago to poke fun at his age. This has been his "Anti-Muk" stick ever since Ash Ketchum had captured him at a power plant. He grabbed it, reaching over to the videophone and hastily dialed the closest person who could reach the lab and help him. The few scientists who worked with Professor Oak wouldn't wake up for another 3 hours and lived on the opposite side of town. Normally he wouldn't want to impose and call someone when they were sleeping but desperate times called for desperate measures. And yes, an overly affectionate Muk who would start to stink from all the affection soon was enough of an emergency. Last time it took 2 days to air out the lab...
Before Oak had become famous and had moved into his lab he'd been a minor researcher who traveled the world. He used to live in a small laboratory only a fifth the size of his current one. Instead of expanding his old lab he moved out. The old lab was turned into a home. It was dark, with one working light which was rarely used. An old television set collected dust on the floor, a mini-fridge sat in the corner with a build up of ice on it's back, old wooden chairs, a table and a dresser creaked on the equally old wooden floor once in a blue moon from decades of boredom, A large sink originally intended to wash off chemicals in an emergency dripped every few minutes, cracked plates, cups, and tarnished utensils sat in a rack which hung off the side of the sink. The walls were dark from years of neglect, possessing none of it's original luster, as was the floor, which upon it rested the leavings of a young man such as clothing, old food stuffs, and broken and unrecognizable things that once served minor purposes. The windows of the lab were covered with sheets which were nailed in place, but a few years have torn a few holes and spaces where a little light shone through.
A bunk bed rested against the back wall, the top bunk was home to piles of old lab equipment and other knickknacks. In the bottom bunk lay a sleeping figure. His breaths came slowly, his arm hung off in mid air to one side, the bed sheets covered him in tangled piles and the bed springs creaked with rust and age when there was even a miniscule twitch of a muscle. On a nightstand near the bed was an old electronic alarm clock and an old model videophone. The videophone suddenly blared a half hour earlier than the alarm clock would. The outstretched arm which hung over the bed took 3 rings flailing about trying to subconsciously remember where the device was before hitting the talk button. The old screen flickered a moment before a Muk with a human arm in a white lab coat sleeve appeared. A brown-haired head snaked it's way beneath pillows and sheets to reveal the face of a young man no more than 14 years of age. His face was hard, his hair was unkempt, and his brown eyes slowly opened despite the morning sleepies trying to crust them shut. "Mmrh Pfesur Oak, yu finlly turnd nto a Pokmon?"
Back in his lab Oak struggled long enough to free his head from beneath the slimy Pokemon to respond to the half-awake youth. "I-ooh! Need you to come down here as fastaaahahaahahhh! As possible! Muk's at it again! Hurry Basil hurry oooooooohhhoooohhooooooo!" With a last yelp the videophone blinked out from the lab's end, ending the call. With a grunt and a slew of groans protesting the aches his muscles gave him in protest of having to move so early in the morning, the rest of the young man awoke. He sat up in bed, his thin and poorly muscled body stretching and taking a moment to stare at the floor to both collect his thoughts and find his worn tan boots. After shaking off the grip his previous sleep held on him he stood up and dressed himself. A button down whitish long sleeve shirt, a pair of dark brown wool pants with suspenders, red socks which luckily matched today, a dirty satchel where he carried letters and packages for the citizens of Pallet Town, and a magnifying monocle with 3 lenses situated on a headband which he wore everywhere. Basil was the town handyman and deliveryman whenever either service required it of him, so these 2 items helped out.
He put on his boots, grabbed 2 sandwiches from the mini-fridge which were nearing the point to being considered inedible, and kicked the litter on the floor out of the way before exiting the small lab he called home. The bright sunshine blinded Basil for a moment while his eyes adjusted but it didn't stop him from automatically walking down the worn out planks of wood which served as steps. The semi-steep hill the small lab resided on separated Basil from Oak's laboratory by a half mile. The sandwiches were gone moments before the foliage from the local fauna revealed Pallet Town to the youth. Small homes with back and/or front yards where hundreds of thousands of flowers were watered daily, the smell of delicious breakfast being prepared wafted through the air, and the cheerful people dressed in colorful clothing as they walked to and fro on their daily errands with good vibes beaming off of them in every direction. It made Basil feel uncomfortable.
In the world of Pokemon and the humans who lived among them, life was much more than just good, it was excellent in many many ways. Courtesy, friendship, and love were the 3 most prominent forces in the world. Everyone was happy, and those who weren't desired it in some way or another. Dangerous and terrible people like Team Rocket and Pokemon Hunters embraced negativity with intentions for garnering fortune, fame, power. Even Pokemon Trainers could be cold, pushing their Pokemon to the limits with nary a care for their safety or well being. And as much as people wished to deny the concept, even Pokemon would become ruthless and use their power to abuse those weaker than them, whether by the influence of evil humans or self realization that evil was not only fun, but it got them what they wanted whenever they wanted. Sometimes even those of the darker side of the soul would reject the kind hands of those who would wish them nothing but happiness.
Basil was different.
He was someone who hated no one but loved no one either. Between good and evil, positivity and negativity, the good and the bad, Basil stood right on the line. He would help those in need, but would detest their words of thanks. He loved the taste of good food, but hated receiving it. And where Pokemon were concerned, he had never in his entire life experienced a bad meeting with the creatures, let alone a traumatic experience, yet he detested them. The majority of these living things reeked good vibes and friendship. Basil never found himself wanting for the friendship of others. He never smiled. He never cared. He never loved... There was no explanation for it. He was a perfectly lucid, intelligent individual which meant his mind worked perfectly fine, and he wasn't handsome enough to win awards or offers for movies but he'd seen a girl or two stare at him a moment before looking away with a red face and a smile. He felt nothing for the people around him, and Professor Oak, as his guardian and closest thing Basil had to a father, felt a deep sadness for the boy. Basil seemed to have been born missing something in his heart, and Oak hoped above everything that he would someday find it.
Hey there, this is my first work of fiction. I hope all you readers like it. Dunno how to rate it because I dunno how I wanna write it but for now it'll stay tame, despite the "M" rating. I need to know if this is too short for a page, and if so, how much more should I write? Is my writing any good? Did I miss any details or write too many, or even possibly repeat myself anywhere? If anyone thinks they can help me write this then please do speak up. Thanks for reading and I hope to provide a fun reading experience.
Edit: As per this* review I have made some changes. I just hope separating the paragraphs into halves haven't made it seem like there was hardly any content.
*From: Something dictionary related
Good ol' Muk.
Wow, i didn't need to read that last comment. I was just wondering if it were possible to separate the paragraphs a bit more e.g. in the start describing the town and then separately describing the lab. The second paragraph it was hard to tell whether the building was in the past or present. I think the final paragraph could be separated into two, one on the world and one on Basil.
This sounds interesting and i hope to read more.
(Please read and review. Looking for constructive criticism. If you think you can improve/clean up/help this story then please speak up. First work of fanfiction, flames will be used to unfreeze my nipples from my bedpost.)