You don't have to believe what I'm saying. Most of the time I can't even really believe what I'm saying. But if you want to read this, read on. You might learn a little something. And if you don't read this, well, I can't blame you for being uninterested. I'm uninterested in most of the stuff I write or read too. But if you, reader, make the choice of putting this story away and never touching it again, it will all end there. No troubles, no worries. If you, with your free will, choose to read ahead, then this is something you'll be a part of. No turning back. Whether you want to be a part of this or not is up to you. You are you, and no one can stop you from being so. But with either choice you make, know this;

You are being watched.

Good luck.

-Sincerely, Someone Who Knows

Pokemon Lavender

Prologue

"Not all people have happy endings, and even the people who have happy endings don't get perfect ones."

I looked up at the teenage girl. She had waist-length long, dark purple hair, and a matching Victorian-like dress that was so long it was near her ankles. Her shadow filled lavender eyes seemed empty and saddened, so much so that I flinched at the sight of them, feeling a horrid sense of dread...

She saw I was flipping through the pages of a fairytale book, seeing the final page that read "And they all lived happily ever after."

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.

The girl sighed mournfully. "You'll understand when you're older." She looked up to the sky.

I laughed in misunderstanding. "What? I think I get it already!"

The purple girl tilted her head in amusement. "Oh, do you now?"

"Yeah! Happy endings aren't always perfect because people don't always get what they want! Like, one time, me and my Mama couldn't get the type of food we wanted at a cafe because it was too expensive!"

The teenager giggled softly, then patted my head. Then, she dropped something tiny into my palms.

"A...candy?" I held the small treat in my tiny hands.

"A rare candy," the girl said, standing up. She walked away from me, looking like a shadow crawling across a wall, barely noticed, but when seen, spooky, wispy, and dark...

Wanting to ask for her name, I got up to follow her as she walked around the corner of a building and into an alleyway. But when I caught up to the alleyway, the girl...disappeared.

My father walked out of the house I had previously been sitting in front of, and he turned to see me looking confused. "What's the matter, Brave?"

I looked back at him, then to the candy in my hand. I silently prayed that sad girl would be happy someday. She was wrong...anyone could have a happy ending, no matter what. I would do my best to make sure of that.

"...It's nothing." I took the hand of my father and looked up at the Pokemon snuggled against his chest, resting peacefully. Perhaps, I thought, it's a Cubone? I wasn't good at naming Pokemon back then...

A sudden thought burst into my mind. "By the way, Daddy, what's this town called again?"

He smiled down at me. "Lavender Town."

Chapter 1

Ten Years Later

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase?"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaase?"

"No is no, Brave!"

"Why? What do you have against me for wanting to do this?" I said.

"I don't have anything against you, honey, it's just..." My mother got a worried look upon her face.

"...Just what?"

"...I can't just send you off into the world like that! You're only fourteen, for god's sake! And to think that other parents send their kids off at an even younger age!"

"Come on, Mama! I was qualified to be a Trainer four years ago and you still haven't let me become one!"

"But Brave, haven't you seen what's been going on the past few years? Trainers just ten-years old being targeted by the mafia!"

"It's Team Rocket, Mom."

"Whatever they're called, these gangs are popping up everywhere! Team Rocket, Team Plasma, Team, uh...oh, it's always something weird..."

"Most of these gangs you say are so dangerous were defeated by young Trainers, and after that, the teams dismantled! So why can't I become a Trainer?"

"It's too dangerous, honey. Even without the gangs, you'll still have to fend for yourself against wild Pokemon that may hurt you, or you could starve trying to find food, or you could get lost in the regions, or get kidnapped, or-"

"Mama!" I yelled. "I'll be okay! Don't worry!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't just let you be alone in the world. Maybe when you're older, okay?"

I groaned. "You've being saying that for the past four years!"

"I'm sorry, Brave, I know you want to go have fun, but it's too risky. I don't want my baby getting hurt."

I understood my mother and why she would be scared about letting me out into the world on my own to become a Pokemon Trainer, but...it just sounds like so much fun to be a Trainer! I've been looking forward to it for so long...

"Wait," I said, "what if I wasn't alone?"

"What do you mean?" My mother said, clinking pots and pans as she began to make dinner.

"What if someone were to watch over me and make sure I would be safe while I trained?"

"Well..." My mother thought it over. "You know your father has to go to work everyday, and I have to stay home and watch Cubone..." She said as Cubone sat on the couch with my father, watching the evening news.

"Well, maybe someone else could watch me!" I said. "Maybe Grandpa or Grandma?"

My mother sighed once more. "I don't know..."

I huffed and went to sit with my father on the couch, watching the TV. The man reporting the news switched to another topic.

"In today's news," He began, "Parents across the regions have complained to the government for years about how it's 'cruel' and 'unwise' to send out children to become trainers at such a young age, especially when they're alone with no one to watch over them. Well, these parents' pleas are finally being answered. Soon-to-be-Trainers can sign up to get a Pokemon Professor to take care of them and lead them along their journeys so they won't be in harm's way. You can sign up for this option at your local Pokemon Center. In other news, a boy is stalked for his Pikachu for nearly a decade by two gangsters who haven't yet realized their gang has dismantled. What do the many Officer Jenny's have to say about it? Story after this..."

My eyes sparkled and a smile grew along my face. "Oh no..." My mother said, as she heard the news.

Before I could begin begging on my knees, a loud knock came from the front door. My father opened it to reveal a woman with short brown hair and an Asian man both dressed in business clothing. The scent of cheap perfume floated through the air, and it smelled more like hairspray than perfume.

The woman grinned to show teeth that would seem positively flawless if it weren't for her lipstick smudging her pearly whites. "Hi, I'm Meredith Watanabe, and this is my husband Takashi. We're new in town and we were wondering if you could help direct us to the correct place our house should be?"

I looked closer at the couple and saw that even though the woman was happy and sociable, the man was nervous and looked away from everybody. He obviously didn't want to be here, though I wasn't sure why. The wife wore diamond jewelry, and the husband had a fancy-brand watch on his wrist, so they must be loaded.

After my dad helped them for a while, telling what was where, the woman caught a glimpse of Cubone being called to the table to come eat dinner. Mrs. Watanabe curled up the side of her mouth in disgust. "Ugh," she said, "do you let that thing eat at the table?!"

My father looked confused. "Yeah, he's a part of our family."

The woman scoffed. "It's a part of your family?"

Dad nodded, still not understanding the current situation.

The woman grit her teeth in utter disgust, but huffed and pulled herself together to her former calm glory. "Well, then. I guess we should be taking our leave now-"

"Hey, Mom?"

A boy about my age stood behind the couple. He looked more like his dad than his mother, with black hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a lot of punky black clothing which made him kinda look like a dork.

"What, dear?"

"The car's acting weird. We should get home before it dies."

Mrs. Watanabe smiled at her son. "Yes honey, we were just about to leave. You know, this family has a girl about your age. Come say hello!"

The boy met eyes with me, then rolled his eyes as he apparently wasn't impressed and went back to his car. His mother followed behind, leaving Mr. Watanabe to stand alone awkwardly for a moment before he finally excused himself.

My father locked the door behind them. My mother stood awkwardly behind him. "They seem..." She tried to look for the right word. "...nice."

I laughed nervously. "She's a real hoot-and-a-half, huh?"

My father nodded in agreement. "She better not come around here again. Nobody talks shit about my Cubone."

"Now that they're gone..." I cut in, "We have our answer! We can get a professor to watch over me!" I gasped excitedly. "I could get Professor Maple to help me! We've known him for years and could totally trust him to help me train!"

My parents looked at each other, then whispered back and forth for a couple of minutes, trying to make a decision. "Well..." My father finally responded. "If Professor Maple is up to it...then yes."

I screamed with delight. I started jumping up and down and hugged and kissed my parents. "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! You don't even know how happy you've made me!"

"But," My mother began, "if Professor Maple doesn't want to, then he doesn't have to."

"I know."

"And if he's says yes, you will be on your best behavior. No whining, and always watch your back! Never lose sight of Mr. Maple or get lost! Always keep close to him! Don't talk to strangers or go anywhere with weird people and brush your teeth every night-"

"-I think she gets it, dear." My father said.

My mom sighed. "I'll miss you so much, Brave."

I frowned. "I'll miss you too."

While we were sharing this emotional conversation, Cubone burped at the table, sucking every chicken-bone dry of its meat and licking the vegetables off of his plate. He sighed in delight as he squeaked at my mother as a thank-you for the meal.

...

For once, I actually set on the alarm on my clock and was delighted to hear it beeping in the morning, awakening me to what I hoped would be the greatest day of my life. I jolted up, pulling my short, mousy brown hair into a ponytail and slipped on a pair of black tights underneath the shorts I put on. A long sleeved, pale yellow shirt sat on my chest, and aqua boots made to look like tall tennis shoes were fitted onto my feet.

I shoved six Pokeballs into my backpack, running down the stairs to tell my parents goodbye before heading out on my journey. It was finally time, the day I would become a Trainer and live out my greatest dreams!

My name is Brave Leonhart, and my story begins now!

...

I went to Professor Maple's house to meet up with him and start our trip. I knocked on the front door and was greeted by his wife.

"Good morning! Is Mr. Maple ready yet?"

His wife smiled. "Yep! I'll get him for you..."

"No need for that!" Professor Maple called from the top of his house's staircase. "I'll be down in a moment, Miss Brave! I can't wait to-whoa...whoa-"

I screeched as Professor Maple came tumbling down the staircase, hitting every stair as he fell. Once he reached the bottom, he was twisted in a funny position, telling you he probably had some broken bones.

He was still alive though, as you could hear him moan, "Ow..."

...

So, in the past couple of months, even though I never thought I'd be one, I've become a Pokemon nerd. I'm obsessed with all of the spooky stuff in Pokemon like the ghosts in each gen and the Lavender Town conspiracy theories. Of course I'm not a hardcore believer of the theories, but it sounds fun to write about. That's why I'd like to write a story about merely the spooky, unusual, and surprisingly terrifying tidbits that you may not have noticed in the Pokemon games. Once everything in the story gets settled, the character Brave will investigate something different each chapter, and in each chapter the thing being looked into will be something creepy from the games that wasn't really focused on, like the ghosts in the mansion from Diamond and Pearl, or the ORAS Ghost girl, or something like that. I apologize for rambling on like this, I just didn't want anyone to be confused about the plot. I'm going to really invest myself in this story, so please tell me if you liked it or not, or if there's something you think I should change. Thanks for reading! I really appreciate it! ^-^