Okay, so, let me explain this. This setting is basically from when I screwed around with Pokemon Emerald and edited the starters, and I wanted to make a Pokemon story, so I thought why not? This setting is going to follow Pokemon Emerald, but I may try to add things from either Omega Ruby or Alpha Sapphire. Don't expect that to happen too often though considering I don't own the game. Anyways, I'm sorry if the first few chapters are a little rough. I also won't be uploading on a schedule; just when I feel like it. Tell me any ideas you have and how you think I can improve. Alright, enjoy.
Littleroot Town is, as the name might give off, a very little town. There is nothing really exciting to note here. There was mostly just trees and more trees. Sometimes wild Pokemon entered the town after getting lost in the forest, but that didn't happen often. Most people in this town only found entertainment in each other, and even then that could get boring as well, depending on who your friends are and who you play with.
In this town there were three teenagers; two boys and one girl. These three had been friends for as long as anyone in the town could remember. Well, that is, if you could call the two boys friends. The boys usually found ways to make the other one angry, and they often had arguments. The girl is the only reason why the two aren't at each other's throats all the time.
One of the boys was named Mason, and he was always a kid who tried to be nice to people, but unfortunately, he has a short temper and is quick to get angry, and when that happens he often says things he regrets later. Mason has studied Pokemon battles for a long time now, and thinks he knows all he needs to know about Pokemon battles.
The other boy was named Leslie, and he was a young man who focused on the important things and seemed to have almost no time for fun. It's a surprise he has attracted the other two to become his friends considering his serious personality. He can also be seen as over confident in his abilities.
The girl was named Sierra, and she was often the peacemaker between the two boys. Whenever the two of them had an argument, she had to step in and make things right. She doesn't mind that her friends argue, and just says that they're boys being boys. She has a caring heart and treats the two boys like family.
Now the three teenagers were walking to Professor Birch's lab, walking in mostly silence until the Sierra had spoken up. "Can you believe we're getting our first Pokemon today?" the blonde asked.
Mason nodded with a small smile. "I know. Pretty crazy, huh? I can't wait to see what he has for us."
"I talked to the Professor a few days ago," Leslie said, not looking at his two other friends. "I think he said something about not being able to give us a Mudkip, Treecko or Torchic."
"What?" Mason asked, glancing over at Leslie as he did. "Why not? I was looking forward to picking a Mudkip. Those things are cool. Have you seen them before?"
Before Mason could continue talking about Mudkips, though, Leslie raised a hand to make him stop talking. "Birch has said that he couldn't find anymore after he had given them to some trainers a year or two back," he responded. "He's been trying to contact them to see if they could donate an egg or two, but they haven't called back."
"Man, that sucks," Mason muttered, obviously rather disappointed. Just his luck; he didn't get a Mudkip! All of the other pokemon probably weren't that good…
"Hey, at least we'll be surprised by what the professor offers us, right?" Sierra asked, noticing that Mason was upset. "We don't know what he'd give us, which leaves a sense of mystery to it."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Mason muttered, but he still didn't seem too happy about it.
The rest of the walk was in silence, but when they reached the front doors of the lab, Sierra wasted no time in opening up the door and stepping inside, Leslie and Mason following shortly after.
The lab was spotless. There were no stains on the walls or on the floor, and everything looked like it had been recently cleaned and organized. The only thing that stood out of place in the lab was a table in the middle of the room. There were three pokeballs on the table, and it didn't take long for the teenagers to figure out those pokeballs were meant for them.
"I'm glad you could make it," a friendly voice said and Professor Birch stepped out from behind a bookshelf, an open book in his hands. He put a bookmark between the pages and closed the book. "Now, gather around the table and I'll tell you what pokemon I have for you."
The professor didn't have to tell them twice, for soon after he said this the three of them were already around the table and waiting for what Professor Birch had to say next.
"So, you're getting your first Pokemon today," the Pokemon Professor said as he walked over to the table. "This is a big step in your life, you know. With a Pokemon you can do so much more. You can go out on adventures, battle gym leaders, become a Pokemon coordinator, become a professional breeder, or, like myself, you can become a professor. I wasn't able to get you three what I'd normally get rookie trainers, but we'll just have to make do with what we have.
The professor then picked up one Pokeball that had a sticker of a leaf on it and an S. "This is a male Seedot. The Acorn Pokemon." He put that one down and then picked up another pokeball, this one having a basic, blue ball sticker as a decoration. "This is a female Azurill, the Polka Dot Pokemon." He then picked up the last Pokeball, this one having a speaker sticker as a decoration. "And this is a female Whismur, the Whisper Pokemon."
After the professor put the last Pokeball down, he looked at the three teenagers. "Now, I want you all to pick carefully. These will not just be Pokemon you're picking, but your companions and friends. This is an important choice, and you should choose carefully."
Sierra nods and then looked at her two friends. "Who should pick first?" she asked.
Leslie looked at Mason and grinned slightly. "How about you pick first?" he asked. "I know you will put much...er, thought and consideration into it."
"Be quiet," Mason muttered before shaking his head and walking towards the table. Right, well, which one did he want? He didn't want Azurill as those seemed a bit weak and he wouldn't have the patience to train it. A Seedot would be a nice Pokemon to have, though. A Grass type is usually a good pick. Then again, that Whismur may also be a good choice.
Mason's hand hovered over the Pokeball for the Seedot, and then the one for the Whismur, and then it went back to the Seedot's Pokeball, and then back to the Whismur's Pokeball. It kept going back to one and then back to the other. One...to the other. One...to the other.
"Any day now, Mason," Leslie said as he pretended to yawn. "If you don't pick soon then I will."
"Shut up," Mason said with an edge in his voice as he then grabbed the Pokeball belonging to Whismur. "I choose this one.'
"Good choice," the Pokemon Professor commented. "I'm sure the Whismur will make a good pokemon."
"Hmm, unfortunate," muttered Leslie as he shook his head. "I was going to pick the Whismur as well. Oh well. If no one objects, I'll be picking the next pokemon."
When no one objected, Leslie walked over to the table and, without putting much thought into it, reached for the Pokeball that contained Seedot. With that said and done, he walked back to Sierra and chucked. "This is a very difficult choice for you."
Sierra smiled and nodded. "Well, jokes on you," she said as she walked over to the table and picked up the remaining Pokeball; the one that contained Azurill. "I actually got the one I wanted. That's more than you can say."
Leslie nods. "That is true," he said as he looked at the Pokeball in his hand. Well, Seedot wasn't his first choice, but he was sure he could make this work. With a bit of training and hard work, anything was possible.
"Would you want to give your Pokemon nicknames?" the Pokemon Professor asked as looked at the three trainers. "Giving your Pokemon a special name increases the bond between you, because you two share something special now."
Sierra nods and looked at her Pokeball. "I'm naming mine Azzy," she said before looking at the other two. "Are you guys going to name yours?"
While Leslie shook his head, Mason nodded as he stared at the Pokeball. He barely knew the Pokemon in the Pokeball, though, so he couldn't think of a good nickname. So, instead of deciding on a name now, he just shrugged. "I'll decide later."
Now that the three teenagers had their pokemon, Leslie looked at Mason and grinned. "Hey, Mason, I bet my pokemon is stronger than yours."
"You know, I never expected that coming from you," Mason said as he shook his head. "You don't seem like someone to boast. You're too serious for that."
"Oh, it's not boasting," Leslie said, taking a step closer to Mason. "I'm just telling the truth. I am stronger than you."
"Oh yeah? Want to prove it?" Mason asked, his short temper getting the best of him again. He was prepared to throw his Pokeball right now and prepare for a fight, but Professor Birch stepped in between them.
"Hey, now." the professor said as he looked at the two kids. "I don't want any fighting in my lab; I just had the place cleaned up."
"Alright professor," Mason muttered as he shook his head. And now Leslie had gotten them in trouble. He really hated the guy. Why did he still hang out with the guy? Probably because of Sierra. Yeah, that's probably why.
"Fine, then," Leslie said as he looked around at everyone in the room. "Now, if you excuse me, I must be going to train my Pokemon and get to know it better."
Leslie then walked out of the room, and Mason looked at Sierra. "Well, what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I'm going to go home and show my mother my new Pokemon," she said with a smile as she held the Pokeball close to her. "I'm sure little Azzy would love to be part of our family. What about you?"
"I'm going to get to know my Pokemon better," Mason said as he stared at the Pokeball. He didn't know what the Whismur was going to be like, but hopefully they would get along. "I'll see you later, Sierra."
Once Mason had made it outside, he threw the Pokeball up into the air. "Alright, Whismur, come on out." The Pokeball opened up, a white light shot out of the Pokeball and made contact with the ground. Where the light met the ground, Mason's new Whismur stood.
The Pokemon, who was obviously shaking, looked around nervously. "Whis…?" she muttered before looking at Mason and jumping in surprise and even taking a step back. Oh! A human!
Mason looked at the Pokemon and noticed how nervous she seemed. Oh, well, that's not good. Maybe it's just because it didn't interact with many humans? Mason would slowly crouch down to get closer to the Whismur and give her a smile. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you."
The Whismur, though, covered her ears when her trainer began to speak. Ah, humans were noisy. They needed to be quiet! Loud noises were always so scary!
Mason frowned at this and shook his head. "Come on, I won't hurt you," he said as he stuck out his hand, most likely for a handshake if the Pokemon was willing to give it one.
Though the Whismur didn't react in the way Mason thought it would. Instead, as soon as Mason moved his hand over towards the Pokemon, the Whismur freaked out and ran away from her trainer, going towards route 101.
"Hey! Wait up!" Mason exclaimed as he ran after the Pokemon, but the Whisper Pokemon was apparently very fast, as she was able to easily outrun the trainer, running straight into the tall grass where she disappeared.
Mason stopped soon after he entered the route and looked around. "Oh, great, where did it go?" he muttered. Professor Birch would be very disappointed if he lost his Pokemon already, or if something bad were to happen to it. Mason needed to find that thing, and fast.
While Mason couldn't see his new Pokemon, he could definitely hear it after a few seconds of looking around. Suddenly he heard his Pokemon scream and he wasted no time in going towards the source of the noise.
Mason ran into the tall grass and past a few trees to find his Pokemon...running around in circles. Chasing after a Pokemon was a Zigzagoon, who did not look happy about the Whismur being there, and Mason doubted they were playing a game of tag.
Mason was rather upset about the situation, to be honest. This Zigzagoon was terrifying his Pokemon, and he was not going to take that standing down. So, Mason ran over towards the Zigzagoon. "You get away from her!" he shouted.
The Zigzagoon had stopped in it's tracks and looked at Mason. The overly aggressive Pokemon wasted no time in charging at Mason. Mason wasn't exactly the most agile person in the world, unfortunately, and the Zigzagoon tackled him, hitting him straight in the gut. This caused Mason to stumble back. Ow, okay, that hurt.
The Zigzagoon only glared at the trainer before preparing to tackle the human once more. Well, the Zigzagoon would have attacked the trainer, if he wasn't hit in the side from the Whismur he was chasing only a few seconds earlier. The Zigzagoon was hit so hard that his feet left the ground and he fler off to the right.
The Whismur stood there, staring at the Zigzagoon she just hit and was very surprised by what she did. She...she just hit it? Wow, she didn't think she had it in her. Whismur shook her head and focused on the Zigzagoon, who was starting to get up once more. Whismur knew she had to get rid of this thing, to protect her trainer.
The Zigzagoon charged at the Pokemon once more and Whismur resisted the urge to run. Instead, she moved her ear covers back to prepare for another pound. "Whis!" she muttered as she swung at the Zigzagoon as soon as it got close enough. The ear cover made contact with the Tiny Raccoon Pokemon's head, and once more it was sent flying, this time going backwards. The Zigzagoon hit a nearby tree and fell to the ground as it stopped moving. It fainted.
Whismur stared at the now unconscious Pokemon and could barely believe she did it. She...actually won a Pokemon battle...wow. Still shocked by what she did, she turned to face her trainer, who was holding his gut like he had a stomach ache, though it was probably because the Zigzagoon had tackled him.
:"You...you did good," Mason said with a smile as he gave his Pokemon a thumbs up. He slowly walked over to the Pokemon and crouched down to get closer to the Pokemon's eye level. "Hey, I think I have a nickname for you. You want to hear it?"
Hmm? A nickname? She was going to get a nickname? Curious, the Whismur gave a nod, followed by a quiet, "Mur, Whismur."
Mason nodded, a smile still on his face. "I'm thinking about naming you Bailey," he said. There was nothing much behind the nickname. It was just a spur of the moment thing. He wanted to give his Pokemon a realistic name, and Bailey just seemed to fit. "What do you think? Is it a good name?"
The Whismur stared at her trainer for a few seconds before slowly nodding. Bailey...Bailey...it seemed like a nice name. She could go with being called that.
Mason nods. "Right, well," he reached for the Pokeball for Bailey, which he had shoved into his pocket before running after the Pokemon. "Let's go home then, huh?" he asked.
Bailey nodded and returned to her Pokeball without hesitation. Now, with the newly nicknamed Pokemon back in her Pokeball, Mason began to make his way back towards Littleroot Town, a smile still on his face as he put the Pokemon in his pocket. He knew that if he could get Whismur to be a bit braver, they could make a wonderful team.
