AN: Welcome to my newest fanfic which takes place in a post-Ash Kanto. The idea sprung up after talking with a friend and through recent playthroughs. I hope you enjoy. As always, I do not own the rights to Pokemon or any of the official characters or places.

Jerry suddenly awoke in a sweat, panting heavily. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he constantly reminded himself that it was only a dream: there was no such thing as Superman 64. He stretched his arms wide, accidentally bumping the brim of his hat. Why he wore a hat to sleep he had no idea, but he knew one thing for certain: his curly black hair was sure to be a mess underneath it. Looking down, he also began to wonder why he slept in a jacket or with his shoes on either. Must have passed out after that long Super Mario World session... He looked over at the TV he spent so many hours in front of last night: Mario's still running in place. What a trooper. He only had one last stage to go: Bowser's Castle. He decided to give it one last try. Picking up the gray controller, he started playing his heart out. Unfortunately, just before he ran through the giant red double doors, his TV went blank.

"Oh not THIS again!"

Jerry threw his controller down in frustration. His TV liked to go on the fritz and appear blank at times. The only thing to do was turn it off and wait for a while for it to cool down. Oh well, I have errands to do anyway. Wiping the clinging sleep from his eyes, he went to walk down the stairs but ended up falling and rolling down to the bottom. He picked himself up and brushed off his clothes, straighting them out at the same time.

"Thanks for asking Mom I'm ok."

But he didn't even get a glance from his mother, who was sitting at the table silently. He looked over to the TV and watched momentarily. Four boys are leaving town on railroad tracks. I better go too...before Mom starts blabbing about her favorite movie again. He went to sneak out of the door but before he could even get halfway...

"Jerry I have an errand for you to run."

"Aah! Ok. What is it now?"

"Will you take this package to Professor Oak? The Item Shop dropped it off at the wrong house again."

"Wait, I'm not supposed to get this till I get to..."

"JUST DO IT ALREADY!"

"Alright sheesh I'm goin..."

Jerry shifted his hat and grabbed the small parcel out of his mother's hand. Placing it in his jacket pocket, he opened the door and walked outside. Looking around at his surroundings, he became horribly depressed. Everything was gray: the sky, the ground, his house. The only thing that separated the different scenery was the shade of gray they were. How ironic to be named Pallet Town and have nothing but gray everywhere. Come to think of it though, I'm not entirely sure what a pallet is... Unfortunately, while checking his surroundings he noticed something very odd: in front of his house was a poorly constructed sign, made from splintered pieces of mismatched wood. On it were the words "Jerry's House", written crudely in dark gray ink underneath the words "Ash's House", which were scribbled out and just barely noticeable.

"Who's bright idea was this nonsense? This isn't even my house! We just rent it!"

Jerry tore down the sign and continued walking to the right, on his way to deliver the parcel to Professor Oak when he noticed that the next door neighbor had a makeshift sign just like his, only this one said "Gary's House". Why is this person putting signs up false ownership signs? Gary and I aren't even old enough to own a house anyway! However, as he thought about it more, he figured it was probably a tourist trap thing. Ever since Gary and Ash's famous clash for the champion title, many new people were coming to this desolate three building town in hopes of coaxing Professor Oak into giving them a pokemon or pokedex and learning more about the two most famous pokemon trainers in Kanto.

Jerry wished he had never moved here from Celadon City but because of the discovery of Rocket's hideout and the ensuing panic, Jerry's mom felt it necessary to relocate to a safer town. Unfortunately for Jerry, they relocated to a town in the middle of nowhere that he couldn't even leave without being attacked. Of course, he got to see lots of cool pokemon that the travelers brought to fight their way in. But he wanted his own pokemon, for as long as he could remember, but especially since his dream the other night. He couldn't remember much, just Professor Oak staring at him and explaining what pokemon were. It was weird, but resparked his want to get his own and become an official pokemon trainer. Somehow, because of that dream, he felt that he was extremely close to starting a pokemon adventure.

Jerry shook his head. He had to get back to his errands. The sooner he delivered that parcel to Professor Oak, the sooner he could poke wild Pidgeys with a stick. Opening the door to Oak's lab, Jerry looked around for any sign of him, but to no avail. His lab was huge: filled with bookshelves crammed with pokemon books. Near the back was a computer with a long gray table, housing only a lone pokeball, which was covered in dust. Perhaps I'll ask his helpers where he went. He approached one of them, who was wearing a long lab coat and thick glasses and was strangely enough spinning around in circles.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Professor is?"

"I study pokemon as Prof. Oak's aide."

"Um...thanks. Do you know where 'Prof. Oak' is?"

"I study pokemon as Prof. Oak's aide."

"O...kay. Moving on..."

"I study..."

"I get it. Really I do. I'm...just...gonna ask this guy who looks exactly like you if he's seen him."

Jerry, now freaked out, slowly backed away from the "aide" towards what looked to be his clone, spinning around the right side of the room in circles as well. Pondering where Professor Oak hired such lunatic "aides", he was tempted to drop the package and run but he thought better of it. Having to push himself to complete his task, he slowly tapped the aide on the shoulder.

"Um...do you know where the Professor is?"

"I study pokemon as Prof. Oak's aide."

"...You know what? Forget all of this! I'm going to do my other errands! Have fun 'studying pokemon' or what everyone else calls chasing your tail!"

Jerry stormed out of the lab frustrated as the aides returned to spinning around. He looked all around the small town for Professor Oak, but was unable to find him. How could somebody actually hide in a town with only three buildings and no real scenery? Whatever, I suppose I'll just return to my errands. Jerry walked to the tall grass that separated Pallet Town from the rest of the world and grabbed a large stick laying near the entrance. His sight locked onto a fluttering Pidgey, he began to slowly inch towards it. But just as he took that first step into the grass...

"Hey! Wait! Don't go out!"

Jerry jumped half a foot and whipped his head around, searching for the owner of the commanding voice. He watched as a tall, older man in a white lab coat jumped out from behind a large rock, strangely unnoticeable, and ran straight at him. Jerry gave a startled yelp and ducked down, but the man stopped just in front of him. Slowly, Jerry uncovered his eyes and looked up as the man began to speak again.

"It's unsafe! You...oh..."

Jerry recognized the man as Professor Oak, the very man he was looking for. What is he staring at my feet...oh... Jerry looked down and saw that in his startled jump, he had leaped right into a big pile of Ratatta poop. Disgusted, Jerry scraped his shoe onto the ground, wiping the feces off while Professor Oak shook his head.

"I was trying to warn you but..."

"Why were you hiding behind a large rock anyway? You're supposed to be studying pokemon aren't you?"

"Well, um...that's a story best told another time..."

Jerry just happened to notice at that moment that Oak's hands were covered in gray ink and splinters. Looking over at his mom's house, he saw another makeshift sign, made from the splintered wood of the old sign, which now said "Jerry the Vandal's House". Professor Oak gave a weak chuckle and darted towards his lab. Jerry, who was momentarily stunned with rage, soon realized Oak was racing away and and gave chase. The two ran all the way into Professor Oak's lab, past the spinning aides until Professor Oak backed against the back wall, trapped. He slid back onto the ground, fearful of what Jerry's future actions may be.

"Listen Oak, why would you paint signs in front of people's houses?"

"The only pokemon in this town to study are Pidgey and Rattata! It gets a tad monotonous if you catch my drift!"

"That's no excuse! Do you think I really want people knocking on the door asking for 'Jerry the Vandal'?"

"Really it was all in good fun! I...look, if you calm down and forget everything that's happened, I'll give you something good ok? I...I'll give you my last pokemon."

All the anger in Jerry's body shifted into excitement. This is the opportunity of a lifetime! Jerry didn't notice it, but his mouth formed a wide grin, one which unknowingly made Professor Oak more nervous. His dream was about to come true.

"So, do I get to choose between three different pokemon? A grass, water or fire? If so I'll take..."

"Unfortunately not. Ever since Ash and Gary took my Bulbasaur and Charmander, all I've had is the one lone pokemon."

Professor Oak let out a sigh of relief, stood up and brushed off his wrinkled lab coat. Straightening up, he walked over to the lone pokeball sitting on the table, blowing off the dust and handing the ball to Jerry. Jerry sat there for what seemed an eternity, staring at the pokeball in his hands. It's finally here: the day I leave town and start my official pokemon journey! Jerry, in his awe, dropped the pokeball, causing it to open and, with a flash of light, spawn a small blue creature. Jerry immediately recognized it to be a Squirtle, a water pokemon that was extremely rare and could not be found in any known wilderness. He watched as the Squirtle stretched a long, tired stretch and massaged his neck. Squirtle then ran towards Oak and kicked him hard in the shin, causing Oak to buckle over with pain. Racing back to his new owner, Jerry pet him on the head and laughed.

"Squirtle, I think we're gonna be good pals. I'm gonna name you Squit."

"Squirtle! Squirtle squirtle squirt" the blue pokemon announced, nodding big and waving its arms.

"Yes, I agree completely. He did keep you in that pokeball for too long. You don't have to worry about that anymore though!"

"Squirt!"

"I don't know how I understood what you said, but let's get out of here buddy!"

Jerry picked up the fallen pokeball, closed it and pointed it at Squit, summoning him back inside. Jerry then stared at the pokeball in amazement again, like he had never seen one before. I wonder how it does that...now for another question. How do I carry this thing around? But before he could think of an answer, the ball severely shurnk, to about 1/100 of it's original size. It just so happened to be big enough to fit into one of the six unused adjustment holes on his belt, which Jerry felt was ironically convenient. Professor Oak, who had just finished rubbing his sore shin and standing back upright, cleared his breath, directing Jerry's attention back to him.

"Well, I hope you'll take good care of that trouble-making Squirtle. Take care Jerry and keep me updated on your progress."

"Thank you Professor. I'll try, since we don't have any real means of communication invented yet, though for some reason we have computers and automated pokemon healing chambers..."

"Best not to think too hard about it Jerry."

"By the way, what's with your aides?"

"Well...they're the result of a failed cloning attempt. We got the appearance right, but we accidentally shut the game boy off while it was saving..."

"Uh, I'm not sure what that is but OK! I'm off then!"

"Jerry, raise your young Pokemon by making it fight!"

"...Um...isn't that kind of cruel and sadistic?"

"What is?"

"By forcing your Pokemon to fight wild creatures and other people's pokemon every day until it faints or defeats them, getting poisoned, paralyzed and otherwise physically harmed along the way, then cram it into a small, airtight ball only to bring it out for more battling? Especially since it's a 'young pokemon'?"

"Um...best not to think about it Jerry. That's just the way of the world."

"Well, good thing there's no SPCA in Kanto."

"What's SPCA?"

"...I...don't know."

Better get a move on before things get weirder...Jerry began to walk out of the room, amazed that he kept saying and thinking things that made no sense. I didn't have this problem before today...this is quite strange. But just as he reached the bookshelves, he stopped abruptly, so suddenly that the package his mom asked him to bring Oak flew out of his pocket and slid across the wooden lab floor. Jerry stood there, frozen in place, unable to move, which caught the attention of Professor Oak.

"What's the matter Jerry?" Oak asked, still worried over Jerry's mental health.

"I dunno. I just felt like I had to stop here. Kinda like there should be someone challenging me to a duel. You know, like a tutorial to learn the basics of pokemon battling?"

"Um...if you say so Jerry. Is there anything I could...you know...help you with? Like, for instance, if you're having any strange thoughts or voices running through your head?"

"Well, there are times when I feel like I have no control over myself. Kinda like some outside force is controlling my body."

"...I...well...Good luck with that anyway. I'm just gonna...return to repeating the same battling message I told you earlier ok?"

"Wait! Before you do that, I have this package for you. It was delivered to us by mistake."

Jerry raced over to the fallen package and, hoping it wasn't broken from the fall, handed it to Professor Oak, who seemed taken aback.

"Jerry, you're not supposed to get this till..."

"I know! Aren't you supposed to give me a pokedex now?"

"Sorry, fresh out."

"What? You know as well as I do that you're supposed to give me a pokedex as soon as I give you the package!"

"Do you have any idea how much it costs to make a pokedex? How am I supposed to afford giving expensive technology to brand new trainers as a pokemon researcher? I suppose I have something though..."

Professor Oak then walked back to his computer desk, leaving Jerry slightly irritated and confused. He opened a drawer and removed several items from it. He could hear him scribbling and tearing paper, his body shaking furiously, then he closed the drawer and returned to Jerry, handing the contents to him.

"A notepad with the numbers 1-150 and a pencil? What kind of pokedex is this?"

"If you don't want it..."

"Fine, I'll take it. Ash and Gary never had to take this guff..."

"Well, enough distractions. Jerry, raise your young pokemon by making it fight!"

Jerry sighed and walked out the door, leaving Oak to his spinning aides. Jerry picked the small pokeball off his belt and threw it down on the ground, causing Squit to fall out and tumble across the gruond. He picked himself up and gave Jerry a mean look.

"Uh...Squit, mean look isn't a move till next gen."

"Squirt?"

"Gah! Where are these weird thoughts coming from?"

"Squirt squitle squirtle..."

"Well Squit, the sooner we get out of this hick town the better. You want to stretch those tired legs out a bit and walk with me? I gotta tell mom goodbye."

"Squirt!"

Jerry and Squit began to walk towards "Jerry the Vandal's House", ready to abandon all they knew for a vagabond journey across the region at the drop of a hat. I hope mom won't miss me too much. As they were walking past Oak's lab, they were approached by a large man who was wandering the premises with an crazed look in his eyes.

"Technology is incredible! You can now store and recall items and pokemon as data via PC!"

"If technology is so incredible, why are there no telephones, roads, cars, mail service or color for that matter?"

"Uh, I have no idea what those things are but technology is incredible!"

Jerry had to stop doing that. He didn't know where these sudden outbursts were coming from or what they even meant, but he had a feeling that someone wasn't going to like it very much if he kept doing it. Maybe I'll see if I can get an exorcism done in Lavender Town. Jerry and Squit walked through the door to his house and approached his mom, who was still watching the TV like it was about to walk away. She hadn't even noticed the two had come in.

"Um...mom?"

"What do you want? Did you deliver that package?"

"Yes mom. Professor Oak decided to give me a pokemon. I'm gonna go explore the world and try to become the ultimate pokemon master."

"Ok, see you later."

"Uh...see you later?"

"Yeah, get goin'. One less mouth to feed...one that's interrupting my show!"

"...You don't think it's the least bit of bad parenting to let your tween son go out into the world alone with nothing but a young pokemon on a near impossible quest?"

"GET OUT BEFORE I THROW YA OUT! AND DON'T COME BACK WHEN YA FAIL NEITHER!"

"Alright, thanks for the support. Later."

Jerry stormed out of the house and slammed the door before he realized he left Squit in there. Opening it back up, he saw Squit give him a dirty look before running back up to follow him.

"Sorry about that buddy, I guess I got worked up."

Squit crossed his arms and turned his head away. Oh well, I'm sure the journey will be a lot better than it's starting. Grabbing out his pokedex, he decided he'd enter Squirtle as his first entry. Moving down the the number 7, he drew a crude pokeball next to it as well as a pitiful picture of Squit, then wrote "Squrtol" and for the description "blue turtol thing". Shoving it in his coat pocket, he took a deep breath and looked back at Pallet Town. Stinkin' town...good riddance. Then, avoiding the Rattata poo, he took his first step through the tall grass of his pokemon journey into Route 1.

A.N.: I decided to name him Squit after my old friend Markham, who used to nickname most of his pokemon. He attempted to nickname his Squirtle 'Squirt' but missed the r and ended up naming him Squit. Laughably, he did it again when restarting his file and was one of his main battling pokemon throughout our pokemon battling history. Most of the jokes are making fun of the things in the beginning of Pokemon R/B (such as a TV with no visible screen becoming a broken blank TV in the story, the GB's lack of color becoming a gray world etc.) but the next few chapters will contain more original content. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I will see you at the next chapter.