Outside my window I could see the great sea. Out there were a bunch
of Pokémon. If only I could of had a Pokémon. Then I would of been happy.
Pokémon. That word rung in my head every day. I wanted one to call my own. And there were so many out there! Maybe I could become a Pokémon Master, like those guys on TV. Yeah, that would be the life. To compete in the Super Ball, or some other tournament or league. I'd be wandering everywhere across Kanto in search of new species of Pokémon.
Little did I know that my dream would come true.
"Red!" called out my mom.
"Yeah?" I asked my mother, and I headed down from my room.
When I got downstairs to the living room, my mom said, "Professor Oak want's you to go over to his lab."
"What for?" I asked. Oak was always up to something.
"I don't know," she responded. "He just said he wants to give you something."
I grabbed my red hat to cover up my messed up black hair, and ran outside. "Okay, I'm going."
As soon as I stepped out, I gazed out to the beautiful sea. Someday, I told myself. Some day.
Pallet Town, my hometown, was a nice, peaceful place. Pretty little houses. Green grass everywhere. Low traffic. There was nothing like Pallet Town. At least, no town I had ever been to.
As I walked down the sidewalk to Oak's lab, I started thinking about what the old man wanted. Professor Oak was a Pokémon Scientist, and had devoted his life to studying Pokémon of all shapes and sizes. He had even discovered a few himself. Back in his day, he said he traveled a lot. Now, he stayed at his lab and studied from there. He didn't have too many Pokémon for himself, but he didn't mind. He let people keep their surplus Pokémon in his ranch behind his lab. I had no idea how he could have possibly taken care of them all.
I was lucky that Professor Oak's lab was only a few blocks down. I reached the laboratory in no time. It wasn't too big, but the ranch in the back made it a lot larger looking. Opening up the door, I entered.
I remembered the lab just the way it had been. His lab was a kooky place, colored different than most labs. It was a bright and cheerful place. However, it was also a busy place, with lots of things to do. I was amazed that Oak ran the place with only two aides.
But I didn't see Oak or his aides. Past the bookshelves, I saw Blue. Blue was a spiky haired kid my age. Not only was he Professor Oak's grandson, he was also my bitter rival. We weren't just friendly rivals, though. We were enemies. I tried hard to avoid him as much as I could.
I should've known he would be here. He was always either at the lab or hanging out with his friends. But here, he was alone. I had to make the first strike.
"Red? What are you doing here?" Blue asked me.
Drat, I thought. He got me. "Where's Professor Oak? Have you seen him?" I asked my rival.
"No, why do you want him? He called for me," he said. " What, did he call for you, too?"
"Yeah. Why'd he call us?"
Blue responded, "I could really care less. I have better things to do with my time. Get outta here. You're bothering me."
"Whatever," I replied.
Since Oak wasn't in his lab, he probably was at his ranch. I exited his back door to his ranch.
Out there, I saw so many Pokémon that I couldn't even believe my eyes. "Wow," I said under my breath. There were so many, and a lot of them I had never even seen before. But no Professor Oak. Where was he?
Not thinking, I harmlessly jumped over a fence, not paying attention to what fence I had jumped over. To my surprise, I landed right on a fat, giant, sleeping Pokémon. I bounced on the blubbery mass, and landed on the ground. "Ow..."
I lifted my head, and saw two green, taloned feet. "Not good," I said to myself. I rolled over, just as the green Pokémon swung a large blade down at me. I quickly jumped to my feet, and looked at my new attacker. It was so fast that it was already on top of the big fat Pokémon, ready to strike.
The Pokémon seemed to be a cross between a dinosaur and a bug. The blade that swung at me were its hands! The Pokémon screeched a loud, hellish scream, and sped down to me. It was quicker than any Pokémon I had seen before.. I closed my eyes, and hoped for the best.
When I expected to feel the creatures blades disemboweling me, I felt nothing. I heard a loud crack of a whip and the bug dinosaur calling out in pain. I opened my eyes, and saw the Pokémon that had nearly killed me nursing a bleeding shoulder. Its wound was from a whip. It looked past me, and fly away with amazing agility.
I turned my head to see my savior. I saw Professor Oak and a grass type Pokémon. It was a Bulbasaur. "That Scyther really gave you a startle, huh Red?" Oak asked.
Scyther. I'd remember that Pokémon for the rest of my life. "Yeah, sure did," I answered, still shaking and sweating from my encounter with the Scyther.
"You know it's dangerous out here on the ranch," the professor said. "But, it'll be even more dangerous out in the real world."
What? What was he talking about?
Oak smiled and chuckled. "You need your own Pokémon for protection." He returned the Bulbasaur back to a scratched up Pokéball. Professor Oak climbed over the fence, with me following closely behind. We entered his lab. There, Blue was still waiting, but had been joined by an attractive young girl about my age.
What did Oak want from us three?
I sat in a chair next to Blue and the girl. We watched as Professor Oak grabbed a coffee table and set it in front of us.
"Bout time, gramps!" Blue said. "Where were you?"
Oak looked up from what he was doing. "Blue? Oh, yes, I told you to come. Just a second." He looked at the girl. "Ah, Green, it's great that you could make it." He shook Green's hand. Blue and I exchanged confused looks.
The professor dug in his coat's bloated pockets, and pulled out three Pokéballs. I noticed one was the scratched up Pokéball that he returned the Bulbasaur to. Oak set the three balls onto the coffee table carefully so they wouldn't roll all over the place. Blue and I still looked perplexed, but Green's expression stayed the same. Was she the only one of us three that knew what was going on?
"As a few of you might know, I was once a serious Pokémon Trainer, like the ones you see on TV. I used to have over fifty Pokémon. Now, I only have three of my own." Oak sighed. "And I am prepared to give them away."
My eyes widened. I opened my mouth to speak, but Professor Oak cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"I've known all three of you since you were babies, and I've been waiting to give these to you," Oak said. A smile stretched across my face. I was going to get my very own Pokémon to call my own! I was so happy that I could hardly contain it. I saw Blue smirking too.
"Red, you may choose first," he told me. I jumped up out of my chair pranced to the table, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't contain the feelings. I knew what Pokémon that I wanted. It was the Pokémon that Oak used to save me from the Scyther. With a gleaming attitude, I picked up the scratched up Pokéball. Bulbasaur was my Pokémon. "That's-"
"Bulbasaur, a grass Pokémon," I finished for Oak. "He saved me. I owe him."
Oak said, "Actually, the Bulbasaur's a female."
"I'll take her."
"This Pokémon's really energetic. Can you handle her?" Oak asked.
I nodded my head. "Sure can."
Blue grabbed a Pokéball. "What's in here, gramps?"
Oak answered, "Charmander, the fire Pokémon."
Blue looked at me and smiled. "I'll take this one, then." He chortled under his breath. I knew what he was thinking. Fire Pokémon had the advantage over grass Pokémon, like Bulbasaur. He got me again, I thought.
Green smirked, and picked up the last remaining Pokémon. "I guess I'll have this one," she said. "What is it?"
"A Squirtle, which is a water Pokémon," Oak answered.
I laughed in my head, and smiled at Blue. Water Pokémon had the upper hand against fire types.
The professor then said, "Go ahead, release your Pokémon. They won't bite."
We each tapped on our Pokéball's button, and ,instantly, our new Pokémon appeared before us in a flash of light.
Squirtle, the water Pokémon, appeared from Green's Pokéball. It was a small turtle like Pokémon with blue scales and a brownish shell. The tiny turtle then called out. Green petted its head, and she hugged it. Squirtle returned the hug.
Charmander, the fire Pokémon, materialized from Blue's Pokéball. The flame using Pokémon was orange and lizard like. Charmander's stiff tail was tipped with a small flame. Blue scratched his Pokémon's back. Charmander turned to him, and they nodded at each other.
Bulbasaur, the grass Pokémon, came out of my Pokéball. It was the exact Bulbasaur that Professor Oak had used to whip the Scyther with. She was a small, blue, four legged dinosaur Pokémon with a bulb on her back. I rubbed around her bulb, and Bulbasaur jumped at me playfully. She was happy to see her new friend, and so was I.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Oak. He sat down in his chair.
Then, we all started talking at the same time.
"It's so cute!" Green said.
"Charmander's a charm, gramps!" Blue interjected.
"Love her, professor!" I replied.
"Good, good. I see that your new Pokémon like you too." Oak sighed, and smiled. "Now, I want you three to promise me that you'll take care of these Pokémon." We nodded our heads. "Treat them as if they were your friends, not your slaves."
We nodded our heads again. Oak waved his hands, we all said goodbye, and we exited the lab.
Green seemed to be pretty nice, but she seemed to try and avoid Blue and me. Green left, Squirtle at her side, without saying goodbye to us.
Blue hung around in the front of the laboratory, petting his Charmander. I wanted to get away from him as fast as I could, so I walked away, carrying my happy new Bulbasaur in my arms. "Wait!" Blue yelled. "Let's check out our Pokémon!"
Pokémon. That word rung in my head every day. I wanted one to call my own. And there were so many out there! Maybe I could become a Pokémon Master, like those guys on TV. Yeah, that would be the life. To compete in the Super Ball, or some other tournament or league. I'd be wandering everywhere across Kanto in search of new species of Pokémon.
Little did I know that my dream would come true.
"Red!" called out my mom.
"Yeah?" I asked my mother, and I headed down from my room.
When I got downstairs to the living room, my mom said, "Professor Oak want's you to go over to his lab."
"What for?" I asked. Oak was always up to something.
"I don't know," she responded. "He just said he wants to give you something."
I grabbed my red hat to cover up my messed up black hair, and ran outside. "Okay, I'm going."
As soon as I stepped out, I gazed out to the beautiful sea. Someday, I told myself. Some day.
Pallet Town, my hometown, was a nice, peaceful place. Pretty little houses. Green grass everywhere. Low traffic. There was nothing like Pallet Town. At least, no town I had ever been to.
As I walked down the sidewalk to Oak's lab, I started thinking about what the old man wanted. Professor Oak was a Pokémon Scientist, and had devoted his life to studying Pokémon of all shapes and sizes. He had even discovered a few himself. Back in his day, he said he traveled a lot. Now, he stayed at his lab and studied from there. He didn't have too many Pokémon for himself, but he didn't mind. He let people keep their surplus Pokémon in his ranch behind his lab. I had no idea how he could have possibly taken care of them all.
I was lucky that Professor Oak's lab was only a few blocks down. I reached the laboratory in no time. It wasn't too big, but the ranch in the back made it a lot larger looking. Opening up the door, I entered.
I remembered the lab just the way it had been. His lab was a kooky place, colored different than most labs. It was a bright and cheerful place. However, it was also a busy place, with lots of things to do. I was amazed that Oak ran the place with only two aides.
But I didn't see Oak or his aides. Past the bookshelves, I saw Blue. Blue was a spiky haired kid my age. Not only was he Professor Oak's grandson, he was also my bitter rival. We weren't just friendly rivals, though. We were enemies. I tried hard to avoid him as much as I could.
I should've known he would be here. He was always either at the lab or hanging out with his friends. But here, he was alone. I had to make the first strike.
"Red? What are you doing here?" Blue asked me.
Drat, I thought. He got me. "Where's Professor Oak? Have you seen him?" I asked my rival.
"No, why do you want him? He called for me," he said. " What, did he call for you, too?"
"Yeah. Why'd he call us?"
Blue responded, "I could really care less. I have better things to do with my time. Get outta here. You're bothering me."
"Whatever," I replied.
Since Oak wasn't in his lab, he probably was at his ranch. I exited his back door to his ranch.
Out there, I saw so many Pokémon that I couldn't even believe my eyes. "Wow," I said under my breath. There were so many, and a lot of them I had never even seen before. But no Professor Oak. Where was he?
Not thinking, I harmlessly jumped over a fence, not paying attention to what fence I had jumped over. To my surprise, I landed right on a fat, giant, sleeping Pokémon. I bounced on the blubbery mass, and landed on the ground. "Ow..."
I lifted my head, and saw two green, taloned feet. "Not good," I said to myself. I rolled over, just as the green Pokémon swung a large blade down at me. I quickly jumped to my feet, and looked at my new attacker. It was so fast that it was already on top of the big fat Pokémon, ready to strike.
The Pokémon seemed to be a cross between a dinosaur and a bug. The blade that swung at me were its hands! The Pokémon screeched a loud, hellish scream, and sped down to me. It was quicker than any Pokémon I had seen before.. I closed my eyes, and hoped for the best.
When I expected to feel the creatures blades disemboweling me, I felt nothing. I heard a loud crack of a whip and the bug dinosaur calling out in pain. I opened my eyes, and saw the Pokémon that had nearly killed me nursing a bleeding shoulder. Its wound was from a whip. It looked past me, and fly away with amazing agility.
I turned my head to see my savior. I saw Professor Oak and a grass type Pokémon. It was a Bulbasaur. "That Scyther really gave you a startle, huh Red?" Oak asked.
Scyther. I'd remember that Pokémon for the rest of my life. "Yeah, sure did," I answered, still shaking and sweating from my encounter with the Scyther.
"You know it's dangerous out here on the ranch," the professor said. "But, it'll be even more dangerous out in the real world."
What? What was he talking about?
Oak smiled and chuckled. "You need your own Pokémon for protection." He returned the Bulbasaur back to a scratched up Pokéball. Professor Oak climbed over the fence, with me following closely behind. We entered his lab. There, Blue was still waiting, but had been joined by an attractive young girl about my age.
What did Oak want from us three?
I sat in a chair next to Blue and the girl. We watched as Professor Oak grabbed a coffee table and set it in front of us.
"Bout time, gramps!" Blue said. "Where were you?"
Oak looked up from what he was doing. "Blue? Oh, yes, I told you to come. Just a second." He looked at the girl. "Ah, Green, it's great that you could make it." He shook Green's hand. Blue and I exchanged confused looks.
The professor dug in his coat's bloated pockets, and pulled out three Pokéballs. I noticed one was the scratched up Pokéball that he returned the Bulbasaur to. Oak set the three balls onto the coffee table carefully so they wouldn't roll all over the place. Blue and I still looked perplexed, but Green's expression stayed the same. Was she the only one of us three that knew what was going on?
"As a few of you might know, I was once a serious Pokémon Trainer, like the ones you see on TV. I used to have over fifty Pokémon. Now, I only have three of my own." Oak sighed. "And I am prepared to give them away."
My eyes widened. I opened my mouth to speak, but Professor Oak cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"I've known all three of you since you were babies, and I've been waiting to give these to you," Oak said. A smile stretched across my face. I was going to get my very own Pokémon to call my own! I was so happy that I could hardly contain it. I saw Blue smirking too.
"Red, you may choose first," he told me. I jumped up out of my chair pranced to the table, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't contain the feelings. I knew what Pokémon that I wanted. It was the Pokémon that Oak used to save me from the Scyther. With a gleaming attitude, I picked up the scratched up Pokéball. Bulbasaur was my Pokémon. "That's-"
"Bulbasaur, a grass Pokémon," I finished for Oak. "He saved me. I owe him."
Oak said, "Actually, the Bulbasaur's a female."
"I'll take her."
"This Pokémon's really energetic. Can you handle her?" Oak asked.
I nodded my head. "Sure can."
Blue grabbed a Pokéball. "What's in here, gramps?"
Oak answered, "Charmander, the fire Pokémon."
Blue looked at me and smiled. "I'll take this one, then." He chortled under his breath. I knew what he was thinking. Fire Pokémon had the advantage over grass Pokémon, like Bulbasaur. He got me again, I thought.
Green smirked, and picked up the last remaining Pokémon. "I guess I'll have this one," she said. "What is it?"
"A Squirtle, which is a water Pokémon," Oak answered.
I laughed in my head, and smiled at Blue. Water Pokémon had the upper hand against fire types.
The professor then said, "Go ahead, release your Pokémon. They won't bite."
We each tapped on our Pokéball's button, and ,instantly, our new Pokémon appeared before us in a flash of light.
Squirtle, the water Pokémon, appeared from Green's Pokéball. It was a small turtle like Pokémon with blue scales and a brownish shell. The tiny turtle then called out. Green petted its head, and she hugged it. Squirtle returned the hug.
Charmander, the fire Pokémon, materialized from Blue's Pokéball. The flame using Pokémon was orange and lizard like. Charmander's stiff tail was tipped with a small flame. Blue scratched his Pokémon's back. Charmander turned to him, and they nodded at each other.
Bulbasaur, the grass Pokémon, came out of my Pokéball. It was the exact Bulbasaur that Professor Oak had used to whip the Scyther with. She was a small, blue, four legged dinosaur Pokémon with a bulb on her back. I rubbed around her bulb, and Bulbasaur jumped at me playfully. She was happy to see her new friend, and so was I.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Oak. He sat down in his chair.
Then, we all started talking at the same time.
"It's so cute!" Green said.
"Charmander's a charm, gramps!" Blue interjected.
"Love her, professor!" I replied.
"Good, good. I see that your new Pokémon like you too." Oak sighed, and smiled. "Now, I want you three to promise me that you'll take care of these Pokémon." We nodded our heads. "Treat them as if they were your friends, not your slaves."
We nodded our heads again. Oak waved his hands, we all said goodbye, and we exited the lab.
Green seemed to be pretty nice, but she seemed to try and avoid Blue and me. Green left, Squirtle at her side, without saying goodbye to us.
Blue hung around in the front of the laboratory, petting his Charmander. I wanted to get away from him as fast as I could, so I walked away, carrying my happy new Bulbasaur in my arms. "Wait!" Blue yelled. "Let's check out our Pokémon!"