Hello, fanfiction readers, and welcome to my story. This is novelization of land-walker's yellow nuzlocke in Pokemon Yellow up till the point that he had stop writing, then it's up to me to write it. Once I get to the end of the comic, it will become a nuzlocke challenge that I do in honor of land-walker.
Disclaimer: WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, THINKING THAT I OWN POKEMON, SOLDIER!
Prologue
A "Hero's" Birth
"Samuel, I'm worried." "I know, dear, that's why I came. So, is it about Red?" "...yeah, it's Red." May spoke in a mournful tone, her fingers picking at the hair of her ponytail. She knew she had to do this, not just for herself, but for Red.
"I've tried everything, really. I just don't know what to do anymore, so I came to you as an old friend. Hopefully, you can help him."
Oak nodded, sipping at the coffee that May had made for him, "You know I'll try and do everything I can for you and him," Oak paused for another sip, savoring the bitter Peruvian beans, "but first, I'll need to hear the whole story. I've only heard tidbits and rumors here and there. To diagnose the problem, I need to familiarize myself with the issue."
May nodded before starting her story, "You remember Red before... all of this, right? So energetic and lively, but most of all, fanatic over pokemon." Memories of her son began to flow, watching league battles, the shining spirit in his sapphire eyes. "He just loved it, spending all of his free time learning and studying pokemon and the flow of their battles"
"Red always dreamed of being a master one day – a champion for others to look up to. It was all he talked about really, so, when he turned thirteen, I let him catch his first pokemon." May pushed a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes, allowing a clear view of the tear streaks on her face. "It was a simple Pidgey, but Red didn't care, just happy to have one. Oddly, he didn't use a pokeball, instead, he used a bird trap trick from a survival book he read, something I've never seen be done."
Another memory, showing Red petting the Pidgey's plumage while the bird trilled in joy,"He had a gift for training, the bird fully obeying him in two days and ready to battle in a month. They were amazing at battling too, as if there was no challenge in their endeavor, at least, until the incident. It's unusual, really, I've never heard of something like happening. Red battled one of the Viridan kids, a friend of his, and..."
Oak set cup on the table, picking up the conversation, "I think I'm familiar with this part. It really is strange how, instead of fainting, the Pidgey..."
"Died. Yeah, it died. Red was in complete shock. He took the bird up into his arms and ran for two hours without stopping to reach the closest Poke Center, but the nurse told him the poor thing had died. She didn't understand why, nor did anyone else."
"Red thought it was his fault, and he collapsed. It couldn't be his fault and pokemon aren't supposed to die, right. There wasn't any reason for that bird to die, but now, I don't what to think." More memories were starting to show, but she pushed aside as best as possible. "After the incident, Red shut the world out. For two weeks, Red locked himself in his room, always under his bed covers. He barely slept, barely ate. Really, he didn't even function. After a while, he started coming out. Red started to shower and eat again, but there was one difference though. Red stopped talking."
"It's been three months. For three months, my son hasn't spoken a single word. Red's lost all of his friends, and he mostly stays in his room, reading or just staring blankly at the wall. I've tried psychiatrists, heck, even a telepathic pokemon healers. Even so, he's kept himself locked up in his mind, refusing to come out, but I know he's still there, and I know he's still dreams of pokemon and being champion. So I'm turning to you, Professor, since you're a expert in this sort of thing. Can you save my child, or at least, do something to help?" May asked in sorrow, praying that respected man would agree to her almost hopeless request.
"His case is quite the unusual one, but not unheard. It's definitely not the first time this I've heard a pokemon dying in a battle, but it is incredibly rare. I'm going to look into the matter and try to single out the cause," Oak set his coffee down and gave May a warm smile, "And of course I'm going to help Red. There's no need to be dramatic, May, I even know how to help him already. Just send him to my lab in three days, and by then, I'll have everything ready for him.
"Oak's waiting for you at his lab, so you'd better hurry up, and make sure you come home for dinner, sweetie," May put on a brave smile for her son. Red looked so much like his father, pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair. Thirteen years old, the young teen wore a black t-shirt, gray jeans, and a red with orange light jacket. "Bye, sweetie, have fun!" She yelled, as Red had turned and began the trek to the Professor's lab.
And there's the prologue. I should have the next chapter by, at the latest, next week.