Infernal Red Playthrough

A/N: Welcome guys, to my Playthrough story for the fan-made game Pokemon Infernal Red and Natural Green. It is made by CrispyBacon1234. You might've noticed the little bit of advertising I put into the last chapter of Faded Memories. This is the same game. I also have some news which I will announce at the end of the story. For now, enjoy.

Pallet Town had been busy since dawn, preparing to send the next Generation of Pokémon Trainers out. The 16 year old trainers were beginning their legacy, their journey to become Pokémon Masters. Most didn't make it. Pokémon Masters were people who slept rough, ate lean, trained hard and lived harder. They never, ever slept later than 8am. This makes it ironic that the hero of our story is still asleep at 10:30am.

Our hero's mother, having searched for him at the farewell party and having not found him climbed the stairs to his room and almost kicked open the door. And sure enough, there he was, still fast asleep.

"RED! GET UP! You're so late! You've missed the farewell party and everybody else has already left!" The yell barely roused the teen.

"5... More... Minutes... Then I'll get ready for school." He yawned as he burrowed deeper into his bed. With a sigh, his mother put two fingers in her mouth and let out a piercing whistle. That woke up the teen. He knew what happened when she made that noise. And so did another set of ears that were listening. Heavy footsteps thumped up the stairs.

"Peeert!" Came the cry and a torrent of water was unleashed upon the poor teen. "Swamp-Pert!" The mother's Pokémon, a Swampert, stood in the door. We are also drenched, having been on our way to becoming a first person story. Next stop, Red's Head!

{PoV: Red, 1st Person} This is the way it will usually stay, except for battles

I finished towelling myself off, damned Swampert... After that I rushed back into my room and scrambled into my clothes. I was wearing my favourite blue jeans and a black shirt. Over the top of the shirt I wore a red jacket with white highlights near the pockets and on the collar. The bottom of the jacket was also stitched with white material. My hat, red with a white front was hanging on the side of my mirror. I moved it and say it on my bag over on my desk. Finally, I pulled on my sneakers, battered and pretty much destroyed... They were pretty hard to walk in, let alone run. I'd need to do something about them... Good shoes were expensive and I couldn't afford them.

Now that I was dressed, I headed out the door in a rush, rearing to leave on my adventure. Then I was back in, grabbing my hat and bag from my desk. I checked I had my wallet and the potion I was given for acing a battling test. After that I was down the stairs and out the door, yelling goodbye to mom, out of earshot almost before she could tell me that she last saw Prof. Oak near Route One.

The path to Route One was simple. It was pretty much a straight road from my house. I could see the remains of the party being packed up, the electronic billboard that showed the teams of the young trainers and how they were progressing at the centre of it. I stopped briefly to study it. A few Bug-types, a Fire-type, an Electric, and a Dark were given out. As I continued running I wondered what Professor Oak had chosen for me. You see, the Professor and his Aides studies you and determined which Starter would suit you.

I wondered about the Dark-Type. They were usually aggressive and unruly, only very few trainers could take one... Actually, to be fair it was hard but most trainers could take a Dark-Type. Now training those, helping them grow into the powerhouse that they could be, that'd be a challenge indeed.

By the time I'd finished thinking this over I'd reached the edge of town.

"Red! WAIT! It's dangerous to go out there, wild Pokémon may attack you!" Oak called out. I backpedalled but my momentum pushed me forwards and over onto my face. With a groan I got to my knees and looked at Oak. It seemed that I'd just passed him, completely oblivious to him.

"I did try and say hello. You kept running like a madman." Oak grinned down at me. "Slept in, huh?" I nodded my head and accepted his hand.

"Mind you," he said, "that might be a good thing. Come back to my Lab with me. I've got something for you."

We walked back to the lab in silence. Oak stopped and looked at the board when we passed it.

"Looks like someone has already caught a Rattatta, Hmm, wouldn't have gone for it myself." We started walking again. "What starter do you think you're going to get, Red?" Oak asked suddenly.

"I don't know, Professor..." I replied as Oak opened the door to the lab.

"Well, what if I said that you weren't being given one?" Oak had a knowing smile on his face.

"WHAT! But I thought I passed..." I said

"Oh yes, you did, with flying colours I might add. No I said you weren't being given one." He gestured with his hand to a nearby table, where three Pokéballs sat.

"You mean I get to choose?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yes. When I was a young man, I was a serious Pokémon trainer. Now in mine and my Pokémon's old age, we bred my strongest to create these three. You get to choose."

"Hey gramps! No fair! What about me?" The voice was one I knew very well. It belonged to my next door neighbour and Rival, Blue.

"Now, now, Blue. I expected that as my Grandson, you'd have inherited more patience. Surely you can wait until after Red has chosen?" Yeah, I forgot. Blue is Oak's Grandson. Favouritism? Not really. I think I'm Oak's favourite out of the two of us. After all I was his best student. Whereas his grandson... Not so much...

Oak gestured with his hand again and I realised I was standing there like a stunned Magikarp. I moved over to the table. A screen came down from the ceiling and hovered over the closest ball.

~Bulbasuar, the Seed Pokémon. A strange seed was planted on its back at birth. This plant sprouts and grows with the Pokémon. ~

I moved to the next ball. The monitor moved with me.

~Charmander, the lizard Pokémon. It obviously prefers hot places. When it rains Steam is said to pour from its tail. ~

I didn't even move to the next ball. Charmander had stolen my heart.

"Charmander, I Choose You!"

A/N: So, the news. As of a week ago, I've been on School Holidays. So that means that I'm without a computer except for Tuesdays and Thursday evenings. This means that I have roughly about 8-9 hours a week to write. That's down from nearly 150 hours. Of course this is at school so I need to work and only usually have 8 or 9 hours free. But the 8-9 hours I have now are at work or during my course so it's much less time. I will keep trying to keep up the content though. See you guys next time.