~=~ DISCLAIMER ~=~
-The following story is rated T (fifthteen and above). Anyone who isn't the suitable age, nor a guerrilla among ratings, is not recommended to read this story. Any parents of the children, who read this, would not be put in consideration for the treacherous acts they may unleash upon reading this.
-As I writer of fan fiction, I don't own any of the rights to this franchise (they belong to Nintendo and Game Freak).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another thing: I don't like these first two chapters, so maybe expect them to be remade whenever I can be bothered. Anything past the second chapter I'm for the most part content with.
Pokemon Nuzlocke: Fire Red Edition
Introduction: The Rules
RULE NUMBER ONE: You must catch the first pokémon you see in each area and nothing else. If the pokémon faints, tough! You have to go to a new area and catch some other pokémon.
RULE NUMBER TWO: Every pokémon you catch must have a well(ish) thought out nickname. This'll strengthen the bond and attachment to your captured companions.
RULE NUMBER THREE: If your pokémon 'faint' they die, no exceptions or revival of any sort. If you run out of any (viable) pokémon, you fail the challenge.
Chapter 1: Presenting the Beginning of Carnage
Nothing but a beam-white background is seen through the viewing eye. A grey haired man in his late fifties to early sixties, with a lavender shirt, a beige pair of cargo trousers and a lab coat, appears out of thin air and greets the unverified person.
"Hello There! Glad to meet you! Welcome to the world of pokémon!" The man greets the anonymous figure upon eye contact."My name is Oak. People affectingly refer to me as 'the pokémon professor'. This world…"
He takes out a spherical capsule known as a 'pokéball', from the inner pocket of his lab coat. The late-aged professor aimed the ball at the ground. A red beam flew to the desired destination. Out of the laser, formed a nidoran female, its cry is heard. "Is inhabited far and wide by creatures called pokémon; for some people, pokémon are kept as pets. Others use them for battling. As for myself…" He points his pokéball at his nidoran female. The same red beam of light engulfs the rodent-sized mammal, sending it back inside it. "I study pokémon as a profession."
"But first, tell me a little bit about yourself. Now tell me. Are you a boy or a girl?" A text box opens up. Two options open up to answer the professor's question. The word boy was placed above the word girl. A black triangle flipped ninety degrees clockwise, pointing at whatever word the player switched between to. Ultimately the arrow selected boy. The text box vanished.
The silhouette of the figure shapes into a preteen, roughly around ten or eleven years of age. He's depicted as a brunette wearing a pair of light-blue, baggy jeans, a red jacket, a yellow rug sack and a baseball cap with a red base, white flap, and a white semi-hoop logo resembling a Pokéball.
"Let's begin with your name. What is it?" Oak asked.
A new text box emerged out of nowhere. The primary difference between this one and the other is that there were characters to fill in seven blank spaces. The player wanted to confirm their name as "Nuzlocke", but unfortunately couldn't, due to the name being too long by one letter, leaving the player no choice but to confirm it as "Nuzlock."
A male, poker-faced, red-head that looked like the same age as the player appeared before him and Oak. He wore a black collared shirt and purple cargo trousers.
"This is my grandson. He's been your rival since you were both babies." Oak admitted, with the apparent belief that babies can actually have rivalry between one another.
"…Erm what was his name now?" Oak asked, questioning if the ageing process has more effect on him then he realises.
"I'm your grandson, gramps; how can you forget my name!?" He spat. "Then again what is it?" He questioned himself. He began to look deeply into the Nuzlock's eyes on both of his knees. "Whatever you're about to do. Please don't name me anything stupid or insulting like Dick Fart or Ass Hat. Please!" He begged Nuzlock intently. His eyes quivered and began to go damp. He begged even to the point where he'd trade his soul, just to have a proper name.
Nuzlock spoke no words, ignoring his rival's pleas. He grinned menacingly, and gave him the now legal name: Twat. I mean, who could resist, right?
"Er was it Twat?" Oak asked Nuzlock for assurance.
Nuzlock nodded. Oak's grandson dropped to his palms in despair. He told every muscle in his body not to release his teary fluids.
"That's right! I remember now! His name is Twat, Twat Oak. Sounds right to me!" He beamed, the professor was grateful that there was somebody there to help him with his supposed deteriorating memory.
Professor Oak placed his hand firmly on Nuzlock's shoulder. "Nuzlock, your very own pokémon legend is about to unfold! A world of dreams and adventures with pokémon awaits! Let's go! He asserted with excitement.
The white background quickly darkened into black. Nuzlock was ready to take the tauros by the horns, and kick ass with all his confidence.
Three lab pokémon sat on a green, matted table. A squirtle, his stomach bulged (almost too big for his shell), his glasses tilted and his beanie loose, hung his legs of the lab table, drinking his desired Staryubuck's cappuccino in addition to smoking a vintage corncob pipe. He was often picked on for trying too hard to look and act different. Beside him were a bulbasaur and a charmander who "debated" on who's the better beast.
"I have an advantage against the first three gyms. What do you have that's so spectacular about you, Charmander? Aside from not getting your ass handed to you by a stupid rock!"
"At least I have waaay more fans then you! Something as crap as a bulbasaur, is better off getting thrown off the damn curb!" The duo was at each other's throats like a bloodthirsty golbat, and a coked up raticate.
"Squirtle, back me up on this one," Bulbasaur demanded.
"You guys want my opinion? I couldn't care less." He dropped out of the petty arguing, and opened up his newest flip-phone (that he most definitely nicked from the lab), and tried to lose himself in the few apps it had (they really had quite the limitations back then).
"How about we go one on one? You and me fight now. Come on, pussy!" Charmander proposed, standing up and holding out his fists.
"Oh it's on!" Bulbasaur sprouted his vines, mimicking the same hand movement as his opponent. Neither of them were going to back down for second. This fight is sure to be the rampant equivalent of a blast burn, hydro cannon and frenzy plant combination.
"Oh I'm gonna hit you so hard, you'll encounter starmies! Wanna know why? Because you are a washed out, putrid, son of a—"
A heavenly light opened, upon the opening of the lab doors. Two figures are seen coming out of it. The professor was revealed once the holy light, that only served to look dramatic, faded, he was greeted by his newest apprentice: A mute generic, red jacketed brunette, to which Squirtle commented:
"Look is at this sucker, he has mainstream written all over him." Neither of the other two lab pokémon really got what he said. To translate it to laymen's terms as best they could, they figured it meant 'typical' or 'boring'.
Charmander gasped with exaggerated sarcasm. "Bulbasaur look! It's your destined trainer!"
Bulbasaur scratched his head with his left vine in curiosity. "Why?"
"It's because you're not special, and whatever you'd do in the future, I'd doubt anybody would give a damn." Charmander crudely replied. "You two will have so much in common!" He chimed, with a smug grin. Bulbasaur, just saw the insult as forced and didn't care
"Someone your age shouldn't go in the wild alone. Here, take one of my pokémon! I'd recommend the blue turtle! He sits on his rear all day and never does anything productive. With your assistance, maybe that'll change." the professor pointed out. "Isn't that right Squirtle?" Oak gave him a regular happy smile, that if taken the wrong way, you'd think they were taking the piss. Squirtle looked back with a deadpan expression.
"Screw you old-man." He replied grouchily. Oak either didn't hear, care or listen, as no reaction was made.
"So who's it gonna be, Nuzlock? Charmander, Squirtle or Bulbasaur?" The charismatic professor asked.
Nuzlock spoke no words. He pointed to Bulbasaur with an emotionless expression.
"What?!" Bulbasaur couldn't believe himself. He would've thought for sure he was one of those typical bros who'd go for his flaming lizard "friend".
"Ah, the bulbasaur: an excellent choice. He'll get you through the first two gyms with ease! Not to mention, your bulbasaur, and its bond will grow quicker when compared to the other two Pokemon."
Bulbasaur rubbed his chin, questioning if the bond would really be an actual sentiment towards their future journey.
"Do you want to give a nickname to your bulbasaur?" Oak asked.
Nuzlock paused momentarily he scratched his chin, thinking of the perfect name for his newfound acquaintance. A text box appeared above Bulbasaur, the text box read: He-Saurus.
Bulbasaur (now named He-Saurus) slowly nodded in approval, it wasn't a great nickname, but it was something to tolerate. He jumped off the bench and bowed his head at his peers.
"Farewell Squirtle, I'm about to embark on an epic journey, so long as this guy is not one of those twits who do nothing but stand still all day." Squirtle ignored He-Saurus's goodbye, he was too busy messing around with the phone's calculator in boredom, "And Charmander, you're such an asshole. I'll sort of miss you, but I won't." Charmander ambivalently responded by giving him "the geodude".
He-Saurus turned to Oak's assistants, busy working motionlessly as always. "As for you guys… I never knew you lot… Keep up with whatever you've been doing." The plant-dino looked up to one of them to see if they even noticed. "But really though what do you do here? I see you do nothing but walk a few steps in the same locations."
"I study pokémon as Professor Oak's aide." He-Saurus was not fazed by the assistant's statement.
"That's the only thing you ever say." He-Saurus deadpanned.
Oak continued talking to the young trainer. "Alright Nuzlock, you've received your starter pokémon, head out for the adventure and discov-"
Oak's conversation was interrupted by the sound of the two lab doors being kicked open. A trainer with ginger hair made his entrance, his smile as arrogant as anything can be. His hands, tucked in his pockets. He tried to make himself look like tough shit.
"What up gramps? I heard you have a pokémon for me." The smug child spoke obnoxiously. He shoved Nuzlock out of the way, despite this Nuzlock's expression didn't change. "Pfft, silent guy huh? Try to look like the big deal?" He gave the mute trainer a smug face.
"Hold up, Twat, one step at a time, ahem. Unfortunately Nuzlock arrived before you so he got to pick first," Oak informed who was unaware of his grandson's rude behaviour.
"Huh, really? bulbasaur of all pokémon? You should've gone with Charmander." Twat suggested.
"He's right about one thing." Charmander commented. Twat picked him up and analysed him intently. "Why are you staring at me?! I'm a living thing, by the way!" He spat.
Twat was shocked at Charmander's response. "You talk?!"
"Of course I do you idiot. No wonder you're called Twat."
"Screw you man." Twat verbally retaliated. These two may have more in common than they may think, some would say they are a match made in heaven but really... they probably aren't... Probably
"You two are off to a good start," He-Saurus commented sarcastically.
"At least my trainer has a personality! Who knows, we might be an unbeatable duo!" Charmander responded.
"Ah, you got me there Charmander. But remember, the reason why you two were chosen to be together, was because you're both a couple of ratty shitheads."
"You know what? Let's go back to when we were both about to fight," Charmander recommended.
"Yes, let's," He-Saurus cracked a menacing grin.
Twat faced Nuzlock "Let's see who has the better pokémon." He released an arrogant chuckle. "Come on, I'll take you on."
Both trainers readied their pokémon.
"Oh for Pete's sake; so pushy, as always." Oak complained, referring to his grandson. "Nuzlock? You've never had a pokémon battle before, have you? A pokémon battle is when two-."
Nuzlock gestured Oak to stop talking with the palm of his right hand. The late-aged professor was left dumbfounded with no words to speak, and did nothing but look around in embarrassment, he rubbed the back of his head. "But I was going to tell you the key points of battling..." The professor seemed to look a but hurt. It was quite a harsh move on Nuzlock's part, even if he did know all the basic fundamentals.
"Heh, heh. No need help for help, huh?" Twat commented. "Charmander use scratch!"
Charmander held out his claws, obeying his trainer's orders. He-Saurus attempted to stop him in his path, by using his dual vines to slap him. However with his quick feet and concentration, Charmander slashed the vines in two. He-Saurus's pupils shrunk in shock, which was followed by a gaping gasp.
A text box appeared above He-Saurus, to tell him to use growl. He-Saurus was ready to comply; he bellowed an endearing cry that slightly distorted the air. Charmander stared at him in humoured disbelief.
"Heh, is that the best you got?" Charmander asked.
"Charmander, use growl!" Twat commanded.
"You can't be serious?" Charmander denied his trainer's strategy. Instead he climbed on a book shelf and started throwing scientific journals and encyclopaedias, such as: Much To Know, About a Psyduck, and: Your Onix and You.
He-Saurus caught the hard covered journals with his regenerating, dual vines. He held them up, in a defensive manner blocking off any books his reptilian rival could lob at him. The fiery salamander made haste, he dove off the bookshelf and started to lash out at his opponent, luckily for the bulb-backed dino, he saw through all the attacks Charmander can land on him.
With a swipe of his vine he bashed Charmander's cheekbone in with a copy of Thirty Natures of Ditto he held. He continuously whacked the fire lizard's head in until he was unconscious. He won the fight.
"That's what happens when you get cocky, Charmander. I hope you'll learn next time." He-Saurus taunted.
"What? Unbelievable! I picked the wrong pokémon!" Twat yelled in frustration.
Oak seemed impressed by Nuzlock and his companion's accomplishment. "Hm, excellent, your collaborating partnership has already started to grow." As much as the pokémon professor was satisfied, he wasn't pleased with the mess that was caused by the battle. "...But try not to be as reckless when battling on other occasions." He picked up each encyclopaedia, one by one, and put them back in their respective area.
"Twat removed the anger off his face. "I'll make my pokémon battle more, so that they're stronger, stronger than yours Nuzlock." His face filled up with determination. "Gramps! Nuzlock! Smell ya later!" He strutted out, of the lab after sending his regards.
Nuzlock withdrew his bulbasaur. The red beam sent him back inside the pokéball. Much like Twat he left the lab, albeit in a more casual manner.
Authors Notes:
-The following fan fiction was once again proof-read by my English teacher. A huge thank-you is given, once again for his participation.
-This story has no (full) control over who lives and dies, as it's based on a personal Nuzlocke Challenge.