~~Author's Minor Introduction~~

Hey everyone! Once you read the first chapter, you'll probably be under the impression that it's not a fanfic, because the main character is an OC. Or you'll just think that it's bad writing.

Either way, if you continue reading on, you'll find a wonderful story set in the Pokemon universe; so, just give it a shot if you'd like? It's up to you.

That's all I'm saying. Unless I stop writing for a while or something important comes up, you won't hear from me again. Have a wonderful day everybody!

*~*THEGATEKEEPER214*~*

Billy was the typical ten-year-old kid, only, with a mild obsession: Pokemon. He couldn't get enough of the series, which almost took over his life. He still managed to hang out with friends, and even played in a soccer league with his town. But Pokemon was his true love; he owned all of the games, all of the movies, and only had to get the three most recent seasons of the anime on DVD. He had read as much of the mangas as he could find online, and currently was in a bidding war for a copy of The Electric Tale of Pikachu. Even though it wouldn't go off until midnight, and it was a school night, Billy was planning on staying up for it; that's how much Pokemon meant to him.

It was just past ten; he was in the middle of playing his Diamond version of the game, EV training his latest team, when his mother stormed into the room. "Billy, please! You need to get some sleep tonight! And ugh, do something about this room tomorrow, would you?" She looked even more disgusted as she saw all the dirty clothes lying around his room, strewn about without any sense of order.

"Yeah, sure thing ma," Billy replied absentmindedly, not really hearing anything she said. He just kept on playing.

"So, when will you know if you won that comic book?"

"Around midnight, maybe sometime after; depends how many people are still bidding for it then," Billy didn't even notice her gasp in shock at his response.

"Oh no, you can't stay up that late! You won't get up for school tomorrow!" She sounded almost worried, that missing a day of school was the worst thing in the world.

"Oh mom, please! Relax. I already did my homework, and if I miss tomorrow, I can ask someone to tell me what the homework is, and I do it tomorrow afternoon. I've already got it all figured out, I won't be behind. Besides, I'm only in the third grade!" Billy was an intelligent kid for his age, fully grasping everything the first time it was taught. He only did the homework and practice so his grade didn't suffer.

"Well, I don't know… I suppose that's all right. I just don't want you getting sick! Lack of sleep—"

"—can make me too exhausted for me to fight off germs, yeah, I know. You've told me…" Billy sighed in exasperation. He didn't like hearing the same thing over and over again. He never understood why she did it.

"All right, as long as you know how I feel," she said, turning to leave. "Oh, honey, before you keep getting into that, could you take the trash down to the end of the drive for me? I put it all in the cans outside so you could just drag them."

Billy groaned, incredibly unhappy about having to do chores so late. "Fine," he said, getting up.

Once outside, he found the usual two garbage cans and several bags of recycling sitting on top. He grabbed both trashcans by their handles and started dragging. He didn't struggle much, except when the bottom of the can knocked against his foot. He was about average height for his age, and was built fairly skinny, but he had decent leg strength thanks to all his soccer playing.

When he reached the end of the driveway, he heard a familiar cackle and looked up and saw George, one of the meanest kids on the block. He was almost six years older than Billy, but he and all the other boys on their street usually played games together, just because there was nothing better to do most days. That, and George was also one of the dumbest kids around, being held back three times in the past five years, so he could relate better to the little kids. He rode up on his black BMX bike, and stopped right in front of Billy's face, and gave an evil grin.

"So, what's the pipsqueak doing out of the house so late? Doesn't he know the cats come out to play at night?" He laughed at his own humor, which Billy didn't really find humorous.

"My mom asked me to take out the trash, so I did…" Billy said quietly, not looking to pick any kind of fight; George had always had a problem with Billy, and only for one reason.

"How are your Pokemon doing? Got to level 10,000 yet? You play the game so damn much."

"Hey! I don't like hearing those words! And no, they can only go up to 100…"

"What words? Like, 'damn?'" George laughed down at Billy, and laughed hard. "How about I just call your mother a bitch and leave it at that?"

Billy lunged forward toward George, who put his much more muscular arm in front of him and pressed it against Billy's head. Billy swung his arms at George, but they were too short to reach. George cackled again, before pushing Billy back and causing him to trip and fall down. Billy's eyes started to water up.

"What kind of loser are you, huh? Shit, don't cry. Don't be such a baby! You're never gonna lead any kind life, if you spend all your time playing Pokemon. Why don't you just grow up already?" George hopped back on his bike and rode off down the street in the dark, his black shirt making him almost invisible except under the street lights.

Billy just sat on the ground for a minute, and let a few tears run down his cheek. He couldn't stand George always bullying him just because he liked a certain fantasy. That, and his size made fighting back pretty much impossible. If only Pokemon was real, then he'd show him…

He went back inside after wiping his eyes, and took a look at the clock. It was only quarter to eleven; there was still plenty of time to bid. His mom was in front of the T.V., just watching some sort of cooking show. She didn't seem to hear the door close behind Billy, so Billy just went upstairs; he didn't want his mother asking any questions, since his eyes were still red.

He sat back down at his computer, and saw the bid had gone up: by twenty cents. He didn't mind, because he was planning on just waiting til the end anyways and have a final bidding war with whoever was left. He sat back down on his bed, picking up his DS and began playing again. He had been playing for about ten minutes when his screen did something funny. It started getting the "white snow" effect, with lines streaking across both screens. The lines were moving up, and continued moving up faster and faster, with the lines becoming closer together with each passing moment. He tried hitting the side of his DS, but that didn't help at all. Soon, both screens were completely covered by the static.

Then, slowly, it began to fade. The screen was black behind the snow, with a small white circle in the center of the screen. Billy was about to go off on the game, because it looked like it had turned off, and he hadn't saved. As the picture came into focus, the white circle became bigger, and Billy noticed there was something in the center of that circle; it looked like a tiny man. And sure enough, when it became larger, he could see it was a man, wearing a white lab-coat. He had gray hair, and a square face. Billy recognized him at once as Professor Oak, the leading expert on Pokemon. Billy was pissed now, because Oak only appeared when a new game was being started, and since starting a new game erased the old data…

"WHAT THE HECK!" Billy half screamed, slamming his DS down onto his bed. Before Oak could start talking, he turned his DS off. He felt like crying, he couldn't believe he would have to start over, after putting in so much time. He sat on his bed, crying for a few minutes. Then he decided that maybe it wasn't so bad. He could choose a different starter, and now he knew everything about the game anyways, so he could beat it fairly quickly and raise strong Pokemon from the beginning. He slowly calmed himself down, and then he decided to watch some of the anime to help make him feel better.

He wanted to start from the beginning, so he put in the first disc of the series. Once he turned on the T.V., he knew something was seriously wrong, because as it warmed up, he could see the same picture that was on his DS before: Oak standing there, talking away like he always did. Billy looked at the box he had picked up; he knew the first episode had a little introductory part where two Pokemon battled it out in the Pokemon League championship. But this wasn't it.

Billy scratched his head as he looked at the computer screen. The bidding hadn't increased at all. Then an odd feeling hit him.

Normally, when Oak spoke to the trainers at the start of each game, he had a little speech bubble run underneath him, and only music would play. This time, Oak was actually speaking, and there was no speech bubble. Billy hadn't been paying any attention until now. He listened intently to Oak's words.

"… the world is full of so many Pokemon, and it's your job to find and catch as many of them as you can! A new world awaits you, Billy."

Billy jumped up in shock; the Oak on T.V. actually used his name, before he had ever said it to him. He had never put in a name into the game, because he quit before he had gotten to it. Even though the game normally repeated the chosen player name during Oak's speech, Billy didn't understand how it already knew his. He was slightly afraid now of what Oak would say next.

"You're about to embark on an adventure, and you are going to experience things you've never even dreamed of. Are you ready to enter the world of Pokemon?"

Billy didn't reply at first, but when the Oak continued to stand there, not talking at all, he didn't know what to do. He decided to take a chance, and replied, very unsure of himself, "Yes?"

"Excellent! You're going start your journey right outside my lab," Oak continued, "so just come on in, and I'll set you up with whatever Pokemon you want. Now, this is going to feel a tad uncomfortable, but don't worry. It'll be over in the blink of an eye."

Oak disappeared from the screen, as the white circle got larger and larger, and brighter. Billy had to shield his eyes from the light, and as he did so, he also felt like he was being pulled forward, headfirst into the T.V. He tried to fight it, so he didn't break his T.V. screen, but he couldn't resist, and soon he felt his feet leave the floor. He yelled out in fright, as he went soaring into apparently nothingness.