Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Pokémon is copyright of Nintendo.
Author's Note: This is my own version of Pokémon. Certain things (attacks, abilities, TMs/HMs, etc.) have been changed.
Author's Note 2, 10-20-2013: I am updating the first six chapters to fix a few typos and I'm adding an Omake/Extra Segment at the end of each. They feature Prof. Oak, and he will give additional info on characters and on Pokémon species within the story. I encourage you to read them before reading Chapter 7, which also features the new Omake/Extra Segment feature.
Pokémon Kanto Adventure W
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Greater Things
Pallet Town. A small, peaceful town on the southwest shore of Kanto. Not many people live here, but those who do feel at ease and enjoy the abundance of nature. All the residents love the relaxing, quiet life Pallet Town has to offer; all but the teenagers, that is. Sure, only a handful of teens live in Pallet Town, but all of them are fed up with the boring countryside where nothing exciting happens. They dream of bigger and better things. What they don't know, is that Pallet Town is where such dreams of bigger and better things are born, and they will soon go on to make their dreams reality…
In the northwest corner of Pallet Town lies a house where a mother and son live. On the second floor, buttons were being pressed, 8-bit music was being played, and on a TV screen, an 8-bit man was jumping on turtle-like creatures and headbutting blocks. Then, the 8-bit man fell to the bottom of the screen. Shocked, he jumped in pain, and fell to his doom off screen as music played indicating failure. Adding salt to the wound of having failed, more depressing music played as the screen said "GAME OVER."
"Ahh, geez!" complained the player. "Stupid 8-bit games! Why'd my dad never buy a console after the NES?!" He really wished he knew the answer, but he had never asked his dad the question prior to his death. He had always wanted to upgrade to something newer, since four systems have succeeded the NES, but his mother had never let him buy one.
This person's name was Jack, he was fifteen, had brown hair, red eyes, and was below average height. His favorite activity was gaming, because he wasn't athletic, he wasn't social, he didn't have a Pokémon, and there wasn't anything better to do in Pallet Town. He looked around at his NES game collection. It consisted of mostly his dad's old sports games, but he also had Super Mario Bros., Duck Hunt, Ice Climber, and The Legend of Zelda. He really wanted a Wii, but he'd settle for just a Super NES if he could. But his mom would never let him go get any new games or systems.
Bored, Jack decided to head downstairs. He found his mom at the table, watching TV with his late father's Poliwhirl. Noticing Jack, the Poliwhirl happily trotted over to him.
"Hey, Poliwhirl," greeted Jack, as he patted the amphibian's head.
Jack walked over to his mom.
"Whatcha watchin'?" he asked. He looked at the TV, and saw some young boys about ten walking on railroad tracks, dressed like they lived in the Great Depression.
"Boys of the Railway," replied his mom. "It's a great movie so far."
"I bet they get run over at the end," said Jack.
"That's horrible!" scolded his mom.
"Just seems like it'll happen," Jack replied in defense. "Like it's one of those movies with a tragic ending."
"Yeah, you're probably right about that," sighed his mom.
Jack went to the fridge and got a can of lemonade to drink. He looked at Poliwhirl, and noticed he looked a bit dry.
"Mom, Poliwhirl looks kinda dry. Can I put him in the tub for a while?" Jack asked.
"Oh, all right," replied his mother. "I'll let you do it this time."
Jack's mom preferred taking care of Poliwhirl because he belonged to Jack's dad. As such, she considered Poliwhirl a remnant of her late husband, and enjoyed being with the amphibian as much as possible.
"Come on, Poliwhirl," Jack told him. "Let's get you into some water."
"Poli!" the blue frog cheered.
They went up to the bathroom, and Jack began to fill the tub with water.
"Alright, just let me know how you'd like the temperature," said Jack.
Poliwhirl used gestures to indicate he'd prefer the water somewhat chilly. Jack turn the cold knob up, and they waited until the bath was full.
Once full, Poliwhirl climbed into the tub, careful not to splash. He sat contently for a bit, and then threw some water onto himself. As Poliwhirl relaxed in the tub, Jack smiled at the Pokémon's joy. He then began thinking to himself about things.
"Poliwhirl?" Jack began to ask. "Did you ever go on adventures with my dad?"
Poliwhirl thought for a moment, tilting his head as he tried to recall.
"Poli," he replied, giving a hand gesture indicating a little.
"I see, so you guys didn't do much adventuring," Jack pondered aloud.
Poliwhirl nodded in affirmation.
"Were you just content with being with my dad?" Jack asked next.
Poliwhirl nodded again.
"Poli poliwhirl whirl poli," Poliwhirl told him.
Jack could only guess at what he said.
"So, you were happy being with my dad, doing whatever you guys did?" Jack asked again.
Poliwhirl nodded yet again.
"Hmmm…" Jack said as he thought, "I wonder what it would be like to go on an adventure with Pokémon…"
Poliwhirl looked at Jack.
"It just seems that I'm never going to do anything meaningful in my life…" Jack said.
Poliwhirl gave him a sad look.
"Ehn, don't worry about it," Jack told him. "Maybe something will happen someday."
After Poliwhirl was done hydrating, Jack and Poliwhirl went back downstairs. There, they found Jack's mom crying.
"Mom?" Jack said in concern.
His mom sniffed.
"Oh, sorry dear," she told him. "You were right about the movie; they did get run over by a train…"
Jack was momentarily stunned. Then he went to comfort his mother.
Both Jack and Poliwhirl hugged her.
"Thanks you two," she sniffed. "I shouldn't watch sad movies."
"It's okay, Mom," he reassured her.
A little later, Jack decided to go for a walk.
"I'm going for a walk, Mom," said Jack.
"Okay, stay out of trouble," she replied.
Straightening his red cap, Jack headed outside with his yellow backpack on his back.
Outside, Jack felt a pleasant breeze. The short grass swayed. While he did find Pallet Town very boring, he still enjoyed the serenity and closeness to nature whenever he went outside.
He began strolling along the plains with no goal in mind. It was nice to just stretch his legs and let the sun's rays warm him.
"Hey, Jack!" called a voice that one could tell it belonged to a loser just by hearing those two words.
Jack turned to see the chunky, nerdy young adult resident of Pallet Town jogging up to him. His name slipped Jack's mind, but he figured it didn't matter; Jack knew he was going to tell him some juicy gossip he didn't care about.
"Yes? What is it?" Jack asked.
"You know the house in the southwest part of town by the beach?" the chunky guy inquired.
"Yeah…" replied Jack. Whoever lived there didn't come out much; hardly anyone had ever seen the residents there. It was almost as if nobody even lived there.
"Well, a totally hot babe lives there!" the large geek squealed.
"Yeah, right," said Jack, believing the nerd's statement to be a deluded fantasy.
"It's true!" the geek insisted. "I've seen the kids here go over there to play, but they won't say who lives there. Not only that…" he grinned fiendishly, "I've seen a super sexy silhouette changing behind a curtain in there using my binoculars!"
Jack was appalled.
"You perv," he grumbled, assured that the heavyset loser was making the whole thing up.
Jack began to walk away.
"But it's true!" the nerd cried. "I totally saw a mega hottie changing in there!"
"Please keep your sick dreams to yourself!" Jack called back.
"I'm not making this up! Really!" cried the geeky fatso.
"Whatever!" Jack replied, as he began walking faster.
"I have another rumor!" the pervert cried, desperately not want Jack to leave. "And this one's not perverted!"
"Don't care!" Jack called back, already meters away.
Jack hurried away, trying to flee from the large loser. But before he knew it, he was near the home of his arch-nemesis. Wanting to avoid an encounter at all costs, Jack quickly turned right to head south. He had only taken four steps, when he suddenly heard his name being called.
"Yo, Jack!" said the voice of his arch-nemesis. "I thought I smelled worthless loser around here!"
Angry he hadn't avoided the person he considered the biggest (and only) douchebag in Pallet Town, and had been ridiculed as well, Jack turn to face his arch-nemesis: John Oak.
John was the grandson of the great Professor Oak, a Pokémon researcher and expert; a privilege he constantly abused by rubbing it in people's faces and using it to impress people. He was the same age as Jack, but a few inches taller with spiky brown hair, and green eyes. They were friends until the age of eight, because John began acting like a total jerk at that point. From then on John enjoyed besting Jack at everything: sports, games, arguments, and getting dates. He also enjoyed teasing Jack and making his life hell whenever and however possible.
John had his arms around two very attractive females, who looked to be a few years older than him and Jack. Despite their attractiveness, to Jack they both seemed to give off an aura that screamed "bitchy slut." Jack assumed John had picked them at Viridian City, the nearest place of residence to Pallet Town.
"Hello, John," Jack replied, doing his best to hide his bitterness, and feign kindness.
"Why is he a worthless loser, Johnny?" asked the female John had his left arm around. "He looks kinda cute to me."
Jack blushed a little and looked down at the grass.
"Oh, please Katie," John replied. "This guy wouldn't know what to do in bed, except fall asleep. He doesn't even know that girls have different body parts from guys!"
"Gee, that's like, the definition of worthless loser!" sneered the female John had his right arm around.
Now Katie blushed a little and looked down at the grass.
"Anyway, what're you doing here outside, loser?" John rhetorically asked. "Trying to sneak a peek at my sister?" John's older sister Daisy was one of the nicest people in Pallet Town. A lot of young male residents have had a crush on her at some point; Jack was no exception.
"No, I was out for walk," Jack answered, no longer containing his bitterness.
"Oh, I see," jeered John, "out for your once-a-month walk? Gotta leave the house sometime."
The females with John looked at Jack like he was a Grimer trying to act cute. Jack had no response.
Deciding he'd wasted enough time tormenting Jack, John said: "Alright, we've got better things to do. Later, loser! Have fun touching yourself!"
As John and his ladies went off, Jack thought of a comeback.
"Have fun collecting STD's!" Jack shouted at his arch-nemesis.
John and his two babes stopped dead in their tracks.
"Ew! You collect STD's?! Gross!" shrieked the girl on John's right.
"I don't want to collect STD's!" squealed Katie, the girl on his left.
They stepped away from John, and then quickly walked north to exit Pallet Town.
Jack and John were speechless. Neither could believe the girls had believed what Jack said.
Feeling triumphant, Jack grinned from ear to ear. John, however, was furious. He marched up to Jack and put him a headlock.
"Think that's funny? Think you're cool that you got two chicks to think I'm contaminated?!" John harshly whispered to Jack. "Not only was I finally going to get laid, but Gramps told me to get two others to help with his latest project! Now I've got nothing!"
"At least you've got your virginity," Jack jokingly croaked back, having difficulty talking do to the headlock.
John squeezed his arm around Jack neck tighter. Jack feared for his life, until a kind voice spoke out to them.
"Ah, John, there you are!" said the voice.
John and Jack spun around to see Prof. Oak coming towards them. John instantly let go of Jack's neck.
"I see you've gotten Jack to help out," said Prof. Oak. "But you boys really shouldn't play so roughly."
John said nothing and just looked down at the grass.
"Where is the other person?" asked Prof. Oak. "I asked you to find two other people."
"Couldn't find another," John muttered bitterly and glumly.
"Ah, I see," said Prof. Oak. "Well, three people would've been preferable, but I suppose two people will work." He turned and motioned for the boys to follow. "Come."
They walked towards Prof. Oak's lab. John looked very unhappy and bitter; Jack actually felt a little bad for his arch-nemesis.
They entered the lab, and were greeted by lab aides looking through books on bookshelves, and doing research on computers. The trio walked to the back of the lab where there were more bookshelves, tables with piles of papers on them, tables with nothing on them, a few top-notch computers, and various machines.
"John and Jack," began Prof. Oak. "It has been my dream to compile all possible information on every Pokémon known to man. While this seems impossible, I have finally created something to progress towards that goal. However, in order to gain the information required for my dream, I need your help." He turned around and grabbed two electronic handheld devices: one red, one green. "This is what I have created: the Pokédex. It's a learning device that can obtain the information on any Pokémon you encounter. However, to gain full information, you must capture the Pokémon in a Poké Ball."
"So you want us to catch Pokémon to get their information?" asked Jack.
"Precisely," replied the Professor. "Of course, you'll need Poké Balls to catch Pokémon." He handed them five Poké Balls each.
"Thanks, Gramps!" said John.
"Thank you!" said Jack.
"In addition," Oak continued, "I shall give you each a Pokémon to aid you on your quest."
"No thanks, Gramps," replied John. "I already have some Pokémon to help me."
"Ah, but the Pokémon I am offering are rare," Prof. Oak informed his grandson.
"Well, alright," said John. "The more Pokémon I have, the stronger I can be! And, it helps your research, of course."
"Okay, good," said Prof. Oak. "These three Pokémon are the descendants of three Pokémon I raised some years back." He went and got a tray of three Poké Balls, and put the tray on the table next to the boys.
Oak let out the first Pokémon. A blue spotted creature with a bulb on its back came out.
"Bulbasaur!" it cried.
"This is Bulbasaur, a Grass-type. It's very kind and easy to raise."
Oak let out the second Pokémon. An orange lizard with a flame on its tail came out.
"Charmander!" it cried.
"This is Charmander, a Fire-type. It's quite strong when raised well."
Oak let out the third Pokémon. A blue-skinned turtle with a curled tail came out.
"Squirtle!" it cried.
"This is Squirtle, a Water-type. It has great defenses and can swim."
The three Pokémon looked up at the boys, smiling.
"So, Jack, which one do you want?" asked Prof. Oak.
"Huh?! Why does he get to pick first?!" exclaimed John.
"Now, John, he's the guest," said Prof. Oak. "He can go first. He doesn't have as many Pokémon as you."
John crossed his arms to pout, while Jack thought about which Pokémon to choose.
"Hmm…" he pondered. Each Pokémon looked at him, waiting to know which one he'd choose. "I think I'll go with… Charmander."
"Char!" the Pokémon cheered. Squirtle looked a bit jealous, and while Bulbasaur was a little disappointed, he was still happy for Charmander.
"Ah, good," said Prof. Oak. He picked up Charmander's Poké Ball and gave it to Jack. Then he gave him the red Pokédex. "Here. I'm sure you will do well in filling up the Pokédex. You're a good lad, Jack."
"Thank you," Jack thanked him.
"Alright. Hey, Gramps!" John interrupted. "I want Squirtle!"
"Okay, settle down," said Prof. Oak. "No problem, John."
Squirtle grinned proudly and triumphantly. Again, Bulbasaur was disappointed, but still happy for his friend.
Prof. Oak handed Squirtle's Poké Ball and the green Pokédex to John. "Here you go, John. I expect good results. I believe in you, and hope you're up to the task."
"No problem, Gramps!" John smugly smirked. "Leave it all to me. I can help your research all by myself. We don't even need Jack!"
Prof. Oak frowned at his grandson's claim. "Now John, this is a very difficult task. I've programmed the Pokédex to be able to identify at least 370 different Pokémon, some of which can't even be found in the Kanto region. The difficulty is so great, that's why I wanted three trainers to complete this task. But, we'll have to make way with two."
"Alright, alright," grumbled John. "Anyway, now that we both have Pokémon, Jack, how about a battle?"
"A battle?" Jack inquired. "But I've never done that before."
"Well, this would be a good time to practice," suggested the professor.
"You're not scared, are you?" taunted John.
"Okay, I'll battle," Jack said, a bit annoyed. "This should be good practice."
Jack and John put some space between them, with their Pokémon following them.
Charmander and Squirtle got ready to fight. Jack and John looked at each other with fire in their eyes. Prof. Oak and Bulbasaur were interested in how this would play out.
"Please be careful of the lab equipment boys," Oak reminded them. "Oh, and I almost forgot: your Pokédexes will be helpful in battle."
Jack got his Pokédex out to assist with the battle.
"I wouldn't need a handheld computer to help me!" boasted John.
"Alright, whenever you boys are ready, begin," said Prof. Oak.
And the two rivals were ready for their first Pokémon battle.
_Omake/Extra Segment_
Character Spotlight: Jack
Prof. Oak: [sitting at a desk with a screen above his left shoulder] Hello, this is Prof. Oak. I thought you might like to know a little more about our protagonist, Jack. He is fifteen years of age, has a blood type of A, and his hometown is, of course, right here in Pallet Town. His favorite food is ramen, while his favorite pastime is playing video games. By nature, he has a Quirky personality. [light sadness in voice] As you may have deduced, Jack lost his father at a young age, leaving an empty spot in his heart. He has some shy tendencies, but will always do what he thinks is right, and generally is kind to others. During childhood, he and my grandson, John, were friends, but as they grew older became less friendly with each other, and now have a rivalry. [happily] Going on a Pokémon journey will be good for Jack, since it builds character, and will allow for many experiences unavailable here in Pallet Town. Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you all again soon! [grins happily]
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!