(First author's notes that won't be important for any of the 'readers'(i doubt that this'll get any traction), this nostalgia/boredom drive were about to start is in preparation of the newest pokémon games, enjoy. I hope this wasn't a waste of your time.)
When asked what i wanted to be.. At the stage of being little, i had picked the career of a Pokemon trainer.. Obviously?
Growing up that answer had noticed to never change itself with hints of lax motivations. Getting mature enough i realized that i'd need to stand out from champions like Diantha or Steven Stone. I needed to be my own individual.
But.. I had none of their talented gimmicks, alone by myself I wasn't very remarkable. That made me refurbish my end game. With that i knew my position had to be, my pokemon would have to be.
This got all of my brain juggling. I could scavenge for some of the most legendary, or rare pokemon to think about but i knew that'd take more work than i was willing to put in for myself, a waste of time when i could be doing another thing in all. I guess being so lazy was dumb luck by having opted for the more 'easy' position in front of myself. I'd take the least troubling starter that was handed to me and slowly build up with it until it was relatively unbeatable, super strong and daunting to face.
The thinking that ran in front of me while still being a child was that figurative starting companion. Obviously my three choices would be:(Squirtle,Charmander, and Bulbasaur the grass-type) i'd shifted that image with each in my mind, building the perfect pokemon for myself until it was hollowed and difficult to deal with. And i could only wilt with unbridled fear, i'd always knew what it's species would be so why was this so difficult right now of all times, i'd decided to make that Pokemon have god-like status by the time of elite-four, if i had anything to do with that myself.
I needed the easier choice(i had no ego-boosting I knew where i stood on the conceptualized Mental Pedestal; i wasn't going to be the very best on the bat starting points.) expectedly, when i aged, there wasn't a need to rot over my Pokemon and i started on absorbing strategy - planning, taking in all types of different pokemon species I'd probably come a long to see on my journey. Least to note I'd absorbed every individuals information like a sponge would, i'd bug my uncle for text books, as i started my own learning for it in preparation obviously.
"Can i have a shiny? I don't want a regular one." Of course this was laughed off - with me being just a small child in comparison to the adults in my life.
I had shrugged that condescension they gave me away - it'd be too much of a bother to worry about it..
Per usual i gave up without a glare or sigh.
I made lists of things i'd need, my uncle being the nice caretaker had laid out the cash for whatever I'd ask during the time. Speaking of time, it cut short to my tenth birthday - laying out three options for me. Asking my relatives they had different reasons for liking one over another like: "It's a grass type! They're objectively the best!" And such.
When the time had actually came i had awoken, i had eaten a quick breakfast consisting of oatmeal and a cup of ordinary Oran Berry juice. Nearby my uncle had been getting ready for work when he spoke aloud,"you've got to rush, the kanto Professor isn't patient for slacking children!.." He teased, he soon handed me my bag after i cleaned my bowl then taking care of my small house tasks.
Locking the door i had headed off to where the Professor's work space was on the map and avoiding the wrong turn ways in the paths, i eventually made it inside to a busy inside with engrossed workers helping each other. Eventually the man known as Oak had heard me rushing down the hall and inside of the personal laboratory, he smiled with amused expression, "why if it isn't another scheduled trainer, oh by the way - your actually early so why don't you go ahead and take a pick? I'm sure you'll be content with any one of these pokemon."
Running the numbers throughout my excitement i clenched my eyes closed and reached out to grab at one of the regions starter pokemon, the pokeball set itself in my hands setting in my grip, i tossed the pokeball onto the lab floor. a huge grin took itself on my face as the creature I recognized stared back up at me. if i was right it was.. named Bulbasaur. it's bright red eyes reflected back into mine as i studied it - the plant on Bulbasaur's back caught my intrests in all true honesty.
it yawned aloud showing its own lax and disinterested attitude to it's situation, giving oak some kind of stare and turning back with a bored look on it's face.
that was when i named my Bulbasaur, my friend Possei.
after Thanking oak and getting the required things to set off on my journey. i left the town feeling nice with my decision, i was getting pumped up just thinking of when i beat all of the gym challenges, i mean.. yeah i wasn't the best but i'd do it! i could honestly become the pokemon master, this was going to be wild and a blast.
the Bulbasaur still seemed bored reminding that it was neutral to any attention given to it not bothering any responses to my excitement in leaving Professor Oak's lab, when I'd acted brash it'd do something like give me a few bruises to match my ego whenever it felt like it, it even used vine whip to trip me a few times(grinning at the action done to me), i'd soon found Bulbasaur wasn't just lazy but had some intresting personality to boot. plus, it would occasionally let out a little drawl sounding like "Bulba", when i acted foolish letting me know when to stop myself from acting fast - Possei still prefer to be lazy by all standards though.
i hadn't been expecting some perfect,happy starter from the start so i wasn't put off when after a battle Bulbasaur would just yawn, proceeding to mind its own spot like usual - i liked lax pokemon over the cheer blitzing ones anyway, we were already getting along fairly well to truly be honest(i made sure we were understanding of each other when possible, i considered this Bulbasaur my best pal), simply put.
in the last few months, i got a lot out of our hard work.
i learned Bulbasaur's own food preferences and was prepared beforehand due to the professor and my uncle having any say in the matter, do to that no foods went bad(i had enough of my chosen granola bars do not be picky about what I ate these would last me enough to get to the first gym, give or take my rations), Bulbasaur never ate what i would touch and would steal some of the better selections in our bag.
we never had to complain do to having spare packets of matches when we stayed in caves to make a fire(that was at least five times), i never bothered to buy hiking shoes so my feet begin to hurt, though i wouldn't be able to do anything about it because I had to save the few hundred bucks in my wallet for emergencies, this was helped by the battles we won occasionally.
i really fucked up, when i battled some younger kid with her shiny salandit, i shouldn't have been rude...
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