Prologue
It was a stormy night in the small town, the rafters shaking and bells clanging with the wind. A lone man with what appeared to be a small object in his hand walked slowly to the door of the smallest house in the town. Looking closely, he could see that it was also the most rundown of all the houses in the small town. The paint was chipping off, the roof was warped in a weird square-esque shape, the windows were covered in rust, and the door looked as if it had seen better days, to say the least. The man looked down at the object in his hand. The object—which was really a baby, no more than a few months old—and smiled a small, sad smile. It giggled in its sleep and rolled over.
"He has my laugh…"The man sobbed.
The man looked back into the open road, contemplating whether or not he should turn back, maybe raise his son on his own, but ultimately decided against it. In his hometown, no one felt safe, due to Team Rocket's close surveillance on everyone and their incredibly strong Pokémon. The man knew if he wanted his son to be raised safely, he needed to be raised here, away from Team Rocket. His son seemed to be having a pleasant dream, probably relishing the warmth of his father. The father choked back a sob; if he was going to do it, he needed to do it now. Suddenly, the lights turned on in the house, and shadows moved across the dingy windows. Rushing behind nearby flora, the man noticed that the woman who stepped outside looked remarkably like his son. Deciding it was best to wait 'till she went back inside, he gave his son a final kiss goodbye and a tightly squeezed hug. Sobbing, he wrapped the baby in his jacket and left his cap—a red and white baseball cap with a green badge on the right side—with a note attached to it on the woman's doorstep before ringing the bell and walking away.
"Be the very best, kiddo." He said softly.
Walking away from the house was probably the worst part for the father. Forcing himself not to look back was even harder. Walking as fast as he could, since he no longer had a jacket to keep him dry he left the town with a brisk pace. Just as he was about to go back on route to his hometown, he looked back and sobbed for his son. Praying he would be safe, he looked at a sign, and nodded. Walking away, he smiled a little.
The sign read Welcome to Pallet Town.