So, this is an awkward way to start this fanfiction. I haven't been around Pokémon for a long time, so blame me for any errors. THIS IS NOT AN ASH KETCHUM FANFIC, but he may appear, but who knows? Anyway, here is the wonderful, yet strange story of this person who discovered Pokémon. So, ENJOY IT!
Great things always seem to come in the world of Pokémon, unless you keep blasting off at the speed of light, but your life seems to be alright for the most part. You know the world of Pokémon and what are the great things that come with Pokémon, even if you don't want to be a part of it, which you are actually. It is always rare to see a child that has never even heard the word Pokémon, yet it happens every so often. If have been blind to that word, then your parents had worked hard to make sure you have never heard of one. This seemed to happen to this 13-year-old, who will be revealed now.
*RING!* It was the very loud and broken bell that rattled every weekday for Timotheus Prometheus, or Tim Prom for short. He never understood why he was named after two Greek figures, but he didn't care all that much, for he figured out how to shorten it. The teacher rose up and dismissed everyone, to which everyone began to prepare to leave the classroom. Tim looked around for his friends so he could say goodbye, until he realized this was the wrong classroom where his friends would be at. Eh, guess I could meet them on the way home, he decided as he packed his textbooks, notes, and supplies. He usually would walk out in a slow fashion to see his friends, but his friends seemed to had a speedy start, so he decided to walk fast also. It seems alright since the teachers always glares at him. Why do the science and math teachers always glare at me? I'm just average at both subjects, and why do I care? Tim just stared back at them as he walked out of the hallways. At least the English and music teachers smile at me. Tim smiled back at the teachers. As he walked away from the campus, the last announcement came through.
"Don't forget! Tomorrow is possibly a glamorous day to see Professor # %*)!$ to become a #& &!#% %$ #!&*$."
Tim has been hearing this loud, buzz words every single time ever since he had memories, but they always mystified him. He always asks why they happen, but when he asks other people, they always shrugged him off as an insane person. They said he should see a doctor, but his father refused to make him see one, which he sees as a total violation of his rights. But, he just decided that he was insane himself, even though it was less likely than a pomegranate possessing a rocket engine. As he admired the neighborhood of Anville Town, he spotted sight of his friends walking together. Finally. He began sprinting forward to catch them.
"Oh, hey friends!" Tim called out to their friends. His friends looked behind to see a random teen that they somehow recognize sprinting towards them. Eventually, the tall one of the friend group, Drew, responded.
"Hi Timotheus." Shortly after Drew noticed, Tim finally reached his friends. To Tim was actually concerning why they left without him, which they usually never do unless he was home sick. Although for his 3 friends, they were rushing home to prepare for something Tim was unaware of.
"Why did you leave me behind?" Tim asked shortly after reaching his friends. His friends stopped to begin responding to the question that's stupid for them, yet very pressing question for Timotheus.
"Well then…" Drew began speaking. He then made a dramatic pause. He then reached for his cyan backpack and pulled out a cap. Tim saw that there was writing on the cap. It was apparently blurred out. It was similar to the issue he had encountered about the bleeped words he kept hearing. He often tried to understand why that happened, but he just concluded that he was insane. Drew then continued on as he put on his cap.
"We are going to become #& &!#% %$ #!&*$!" Tim almost quenched his ears over the terrible, quenched words. When he heard his friend say those words, he had no idea how to react. He knew he had to give a response to their decision, but he didn't know how to speak since he couldn't understand. He had heard of something about apprentices being trained at a young age, so he decided to use that as a base.
"Okay! That sounds great. Good luck on that," Tim lied. At the same time, he also heard rumors of some apprentices dying before they mastered their trade. He knew that it was an exaggeration of the truth, but he wasn't taking any chances. He waited for a response from his friends. Luckily, one of his friends, April spoke next.
"I'm surprised that you didn't become one," April wondered. Great. This response was going to be a bit more difficult to respond. He quickly thought for an excuse not to become one.
"My dad didn't let me become one," Tim responded. It was half-true. At a young age of his life, he wanted to become an apprentice to a farmer, but his father told him that he will die harvesting all of the fruits and vegetables. And after doing actual yardwork at their house, he kinda agreed. But whatever they said originally, was a lie just because he didn't know what it was. Sadly though, his friends didn't respond well.
"Wait, your father didn't allow you to become a #& &!#% %$ #!&*$? I thought it was everyone's right in the Unova Region to become a #& &!#% %$ #!&*$!" Drew attacked. Well then, time to go to Plan B then. He then began his Respect Plan. One of his strengths was actually respecting people, even though some people treated him the opposite.
"I just want to respect my Dad's wishes. That is all," he lied again. At this point, he was almost at the same mental level like the all-nighter he pulled a few months ago for mid-terms. Thankfully, it seems like his friends were half-convinced.
"Umm, okay? Hope you enjoy your outcast status now!" April finally spoke. She then hugged Tim. Good thing Tim can take hugs from opposite genders well, unlike most of his peers. But then, he realized, Is this a last goodbye? Are they really going to become apprentices? As he had these streams of thoughts, April let go of him.
"I hope you will reconsider tomorrow," Drew spoke to him. Drew, April, and his other friend began walking away from him. Not towards the neighborhood, where they all lived at, but towards the train station. Tim decided to make this as their last goodbye.
"Goodbye everyone!" Tim cried out for the last time, but their friends continued walking. Afterwards, the realization hits him. They are really going to become apprentices, likely for the professor that was mentioned. But it doesn't make sense for how I can't hear its name. Tim felt a bit dark on the inside, but his father told him not show his emotions since he was a boy. He didn't understand why that was necessary, but he decided to listen to his father anyway. Come on darkness! Get out of me! Tim tried to get the thoughts out, but they refused to die, like any peaceful unsolvable question he had. After a while, he looked at his black watch. It was the time of 4:30PM. Welp, I'm already late to go home then. Time to get grounded again. He then began walking towards the sight of his house, like any other house in a peaceful neighborhood.
As he approached the house, he began looking around the peaceful neighborhood. It was a very beautiful place. It was filled with violet flowers, small farmer's markets, and trees that produced berries. He tried some berries and they were good. The only question he had about them was, WHY THE FREAK WERE THEY WORDS THAT ARE BLEEPED ONES!? Seriously, he wonders why he can even speak if he can't even hear the names of berries. But, the names of berries don't matter that much at all. Okay, back on track now.
He began scanning all of the houses in the neighborhood. They all look almost identical, due to housing codes, so had to pay attention to the details and the house numbers. Each house was two stories tall, with a slanted, brown roof, white, wooden walls, and finally, about one acre of yard space. Soon enough, he passed by the houses of his exfriends, Drew and April. Drew's was easily identifiable by the banner that hanged up that states, "#& &!#% RULE." Seriously? Even I can't understand giant writings just because they are blurry. April's house was also identifiable because there was a giant garden behind it. He loved the berries that grew. Too bad they aren't dirt cheap. He then finally carried on to the final stretch to his home. The sooner he came, the closer he'll finish his punishment.
He isn't really fond of his father. He seems to always scold Tim for his bad math and science grades, even though Tim constantly explained that those subjects aren't right for him. No matter what, he always gets grounded each week. Even though his father cooks well and is a famous doctor, he seems to respect his younger sister more than him. He always brings in the perfect grades, does the things needed to follow her father's legacy, and she always brags, just like her father. He never knew her mother much at all. His father stated that she abandoned the family when he was 4 to become a #& &!#% %$ #!&*$. That was the perfect example of a memory to be embellished into your son's memory.
53. 54. And 55. Yep, this is it. He began stepping into the porch of his family's home. His father's vehicle wasn't here. This indicates that his father is busy working at the moment. Maybe he wouldn't get grounded because his father would never find out. Time to knock, like I always do. He usually knocked on a door out of respect. He waited a bit. Usually if no one responds in five seconds and if it is unlocked, then it is safe to come in. He waits for the five seconds to pass by. Nothing. He then slowly opened the door, and he begins walking in.
"Hello?" Tim asked.
"What are you doing here?" a male voice responded with another question.
Tim almost flinched when he heard the voice. It definitely wasn't his father's voice. The voice seemed a bit raspy and low-pitched. As Tim attempted to identify the voice of the mysterious man, the man began stepping forward in the hallway. When the shadows uncovered the man, it seemed like a giant to Tim. Tim was only 5"2, but this person seems to be 6"1. He had a regular men's haircut and he wore a business suit. Tim was terrified of this man.
"W… who are… you?" Tim nervously asked. He was already showing his emotions, to which the man had no response to.
"Well then, I am the agent for this house. The owner of this house has failed to pay his bills, so the bank is repossessing the house," the man answered quickly.
At this moment, all hell broke loose for Tim. He immediately understood what the agent said. His father was arrogant enough to not pay his bills, to which the bank found out and took the house away. It should teach his father a lesson, but if his father found out already, where was he?
"Where is the owner of this house? I'm his son," Tim asked the agent. What the agent responds will forever destroy Timotheus Prometheus. He will always look at the moonlight, wondering if there is a way to forget what he said that day.
"As soon as he heard of the news, he immediately packed all of his belongings, grabbed a little girl, and drove off with no warning."
…..
There was silence within the air. All that was ever heard was the gaping mouth of a teenager. Tim suddenly lost control over his mind. He didn't understand what is going on now. His father, a famous doctor that has helped saved many live, had left his son behind. Tim only thought of that for ten seconds before the agent interrupted him.
"I'm sorry little boy, but you have to leave now."
"No. I want five minutes in my room, now!" Tim demanded in a harsh voice. Tim regretted what he said. This sentence broke his character. He was never a demanding person in his life, ever. He only ever wanted peace from school, family, and everything else. But now, without a home, he will never be at peace, ever. Tim then walking up the stairs towards his room. The agent just stood there, looking at the boy as he crawled up. He did nothing to stop him. He even felt a little remorse for the boy, but he still had to take possession of the house. He stood there for five minutes as he waited for the boy to come down.
Tim opened the door to his small room. There was only enough space in the room to walk around, a bed to lay in, and a closet. His room had no color at all. Tim stood there, breathing slowly, knowing that this is the last time he can stand in his room. He opened his backpack, emptied out all of his school items and began looking around for items to take. He knew his father wasn't coming back for him. He knew his father too well to predict that.
He began by packing his clothes. They were mainly easy because he didn't have much anyway. He then packed his secret stash of food. He sometimes would lie and steal food from the pantry and store them away. It was a good thing he did it now. And now, he packs his personal stuff last.
He walks towards his bed and pulls out an old box from underneath. There were only four things he ever stored in it. There was only a casette tape labeled, "From Mom," a piece of paper labeled P, 500 #& &!#% %$ #, and his journal. His journal he gotten from a friend that moved to the Alola Region. His old friend claimed that the cover was made of sapphire. He didn't believe it at first, but when an apprentice looked at it, he confirmed his friend's claims. He had written in it almost every day into the 5,000 pages that it contained somehow. The 5000 of whatever was the currency used everywhere in the world, yet even it was censored for him. The piece of paper with P was the closest Tim had come to deciphering the strange words that were censored. He knows the next letter is O, but when he said it, it was censored. And finally, his casette tape was the only piece he had from his mother. She said to played it when you felt your lowest ever. He looked at it for a last time before putting it into his backpack along with a casette player. The boy took one final look at his dusty room before he began walking down the stairs.
He saw that the agent was still waiting for him downstairs. When he reached back downstairs, the giant began directing him to leave.
"Alright then. I am sorry little boy, but it is now time for you to leave."
The initial shock from when the agent first showed up lost its flavor at this point. Tim now believed that his father had abandoned him. It was obvious that his father was planning this for a long time now, since his father was sweet talking him for the past two weeks. When he received the notice that he was evicted from the house, he grabbed his sister and drove off. Tim said nothing as he slowly walked out of the door. He took one last look at the house as the agent shut the door behind him. Great. How am I going to survive now?
When he left the neighborhood of his house, it was 5:30PM now. Tim was only beginning to plan how he was going to survive this madness now. His father had abandoned him, he barely had anything to get him by, and he had no shelter to sleep in. Tim would have to figure out how to deal with his three issues. The main issue is that what he was going to eat tonight. Tim looked into his backpack to grab food, but he made a grave error. He had only packed enough food and water to survive for 3 days, and that included rationing. Whatever he could get away from his father wasn't enough. Next was the issue of the shelter. There were homeless shelters, although it would be difficult to explain why there was teenager walking down without any parents.
Honestly, he should just give up at this point. He no longer has anyone he could trust. His friends left him to pursue a career of whatever they said, his father abandoned him, he hasn't heard from mother, and he has no idea what is going on. He should just succumb to the elements. He sat down on the sidewalk and put the hood of his jacket on his head, trying to see what to do now. His emotions are beginning to pour out of him. He was about to begin pouting.
"I hope you will reconsider tomorrow," Drew's voice ranged into his ears. That was his final option. It would've been an easy option, if only he could understand what it even was. He grumbled over the fact that it was no longer an option. He rubbed his eye contacts to rid of any tears. Wait, I have contacts?! I never had any vision problems in my life. It was a grand discovery in his life. He knew what eye contacts could do, but what if someone could blur stuff out intentionally? He began trying to recall his memories. Eventually, he got a memory. Just only a few days after his mother left him. He can recall the memory perfectly.
MEMORY
"Son. I have a gift for you," he heard his father say to him. He was walking with a small box. Him, being the 4-year-old self, he is, got excited when he heard the word "gift."
"Ooooooo! Wonder what's in it!" he immediately spoke. He snatched the black box out of his father's hands and immediately opened it. Suddenly, his excited smile turned into the frown as two eye contacts were within the box. "What is it?" he asked his father.
"Well then. Those are eye contacts that you can wear. They should help with your vision," his father answered. Tim looked at the eye contacts carefully, trying to see anything shiny. He understood his father and what he said, but he could see perfectly fine at the moment. It was the first time he had doubted his father.
"But, my eyes are fine right now," Tim spoke in retaliation. His father immediately realized that he was testing him, so he came up with a lie.
"If your eyes are fine at the moment, then these contacts will make it stay that way. You just had to wear them forever," his father lied. Since his brain was still being developed at the moment, Tim believed anything that anyone said, even if it was a stupid cereal commercial.
"Okay!" he gladly said. His father smiled gladly at him. He then grabbed the contacts and carefully placed them on his eyes. He then ran away in excitement, likely to see his newborn sister. It would be one of his few happy memories with his father.
A few days later, he was taken for ear surgery when his father said he had a tumor. It was after those two occurrences when he started having issues with his ears and eyes.
END OF MEMORY
Tim finally put two and two together after almost a decade. He realized that his father was even more terrible than he previously thought. His father had been hiding something from his life the entire time. It all made sense now. The two most important senses are to hear and to see. It was easy to hide something by weakening those two senses, to which his father did by implanting something in his ears and giving him those eye contacts. Tim now realized that his father didn't act like a proper father at all. To destroy his last connection to him, he grabbed those eye contacts from his eyes and chuck them into the drain! He then also felt something on his ear. He chucked that out also! He was fury in rage from the lies he was told. He just wants to punch him right now! From just everything that his father did wrong. But, he can't do it now. He sank down again, crying with his tears. No one to hear, no one to listen, and no one to come to him now.
Tim now needs the support of his friends now, the only reliable source of support that he has now. Even though they are gone, he can still find them. And he knows how. Tim fought the urge to not get up and began looking for billboards. He knows he can see properly now, so he should be able to find some words. He rushes to where he and his friends separated. As soon as he arrived at the garden, he looks around for any billboards. Bingo! His heart flushed as he ran over to see the billboard. As soon as he arrived, he read it.
"Want to become a Pokémon Trainer? Go see Professor Juniper at Nuvema Town today!"
What? The words I have been looking for in a decade is Pokémon? I don't even understand what it even is. Even though he didn't know what even a Pokémon is, just by what his friends have been saying, he guessed that Pokémon were some sort of animal. And if you can walk around freely as a Pokémon Trainer, then that is the life for Tim then. He just now had to figure out how to get there. Good thing he had traveled on a train multiple times with his father. He could take a train to a city nearby Nuvema Town and take a bus there. He could catch his friends and they could travel together. Perfect.
He immediately ran over to the train station. There was only a simple ticket station and the railway itself. He didn't know whatever the trains stopped operating already or not. He will have to see. He ran over to the ticket seller.
"One ticket to the closest place to Nuvema Town," he then paid up the cash. It took all of his Poke-dollars, but it will have to do. The ticket seller didn't look amused.
"So, planning to be a Pokémon Trainer?" the ticket seller asked him. Tim decided to play along a bit.
"Yes. I will become a Pokémon Trainer," Tim answered.
"Which type of Pokémon?" the ticket seller continued. Oh my god, no. Tim never even heard what even a type of Pokémon is, since he just even figured how to even pronounce Pokémon. He stuttered for a little while, but then came a holy grail.
"Yeah, grass-type sucks kid. You're better with a fire-type, or Tepig in this instance," said a passerby waiting for a train. Tim just stared at the man who insulted all of grass-type Pokémon. Tim didn't even understand what the man said, but he knew working with a farm was very hard work. You had to pull up weeds, water all plants, fertilize them, and ward off invisible things for him. If people say that grass-type sucks, then they effectively say agriculture sucks.
"I will select grass-type to prove this man wrong," he finally answered. The ticket seller looked a bit amused. The passer-by looked disgusted.
"Very well then. You will ride on the last train that will come in half an hour. Enjoy your ride," the ticket seller answered for the last time as he handed out Tim's ticket.
"Thank you, sir!" Tim thanked as he walked to the platform. He looked at where the ticket will take him. Alright then, I just have to walk a few miles to Nuvema Town and I will finally understand what's so popular about Pokémon. He took a seat on a lonely, concrete bench. Everything was coming to full circle. He will be dedicated to Pokémon, but then, what about everything else? His father was nowhere to be seen now, and his friends are waiting for tomorrow to start their journey also. What will become of me? He thought. To answer that question, he felt it was a perfect time to put in his casette tape into the casette player. He reached for both items and placed "From Mom" into the casette player. He listened for the two paragraphs that his mother will say.
"My son. Whoever you are and what you become, you will still remember the memories from me, your mother. I am currently standing as a Pokémon Trainer who has won two championships and is deciding to settle down, to raise you. But, I can't comprehend with it now. I am not used to a settled life. I am more suited for a nomadic style of life. I am sorry I left the burden on your father, even though he was not a great husband in the first place.
Likely though, you will eventually learn about the legacy of the Prometheus family. The tale of how the Greek Gods took fire from the humans to where Prometheus suffered to restore the light within humanity. I know that the light of your life will be taken away from someone, but someone or something will restore that light. And when the time comes, you will be the one restoring the lights of our lives. Please remember that you are a Prometheus, a ferocious Titan that spared humanity in the expense of himself. End of message."
Timotheus cried when he heard his mother's voice. How long he wanted that voice to be heard on his life again. But his father's words were true. His mother abandoned him for a Pokémon life, yet his father abandoned him also. But the explanation about his last name, Prometheus finally made sense. He was known at his school to prevent three suicides from happening because of him. But now, he needed someone to restore the light of his life. He wanted his friends to do it, since he restored them so many times, but now he wasn't so sure. Was these timing of events all in perfect sync? Will Pokémon restore the light of his life?
Tim never answered the question, for the train had finally arrived to take him and hundreds of others away. It was a small train, but it could hold everyone that was waiting at the station. He walked towards the train, gave his ticket to the conductor, and took his seat. He looked around the train to make sure no one was watching before playing the tape over and over many times as he waited for the train to start moving.
He tried to concentrate on the tape, but there were so many new things to look around now. Despite the fact that he took off his eye contacts an hour earlier, he hadn't recognized anything interesting until now. Some people were grabbing strange, red balls and creatures were coming out of it. Even though Tim was a nice person, he was beginning to freak out and hyperventilate. Even though he couldn't recognize the Pokémon at all, the Pokémon that were in the room were evolved starter Pokémon, Eevees, and other cute Pokémon (I am not sorry). He didn't understand why they were saying names and stuff, so he decided that they were the Pokémon's names.
And then, the train started moving. As the conductor yelled outside, the passengers and their Pokémon settled down. An old man decided to sit down with his Eevee next to Tim. As the man played with its Eevee, Tim tried to pretend that everything was fine. He was going insane over the amount of Pokémon he was being introduced to. Know what? I am just going to sleep now. As he attempted to drift to sleep, he began thinking about what this Pokémon journey would lead him. He felt that it was going to be a great way to escape from his previous life, but then again, he didn't even know a single thing about Pokémon. I think I am going to regret this. It was his final thought as he fell asleep. The train roared on in the night, interrupting people's and Pokémon's dreams and signalling the start of Timotheus Prometheus. He only heard one voice in his head, "I hope you will reconsider tomorrow."
O_O I think I typed way too much for a first chapter. Anyway, thank you all for deciding to follow Timotheus's journey to understand the world of Pokémon. Since it has been foreshadowed that he will get a grass-type Pokémon, does anyone have a guide to raise a Snivy? Post it in your review. I want some sweet, sweet reviews people. Anyway, now it is time to rest. Goodbye.
"Please remember that you are a Prometheus, a ferocious Titan that spared humanity in the expense of himself."