[Author'sNote:] Hello everyone! Happy Fan Fiction Friday! I've been writing this new fan fiction for a while now. Nowadays, you always hear about the prospect of creating the world's strongest Pokemon. But what most people fail to realize is that no matter how strong a Pokemon is on its own, it is the Trainer which helps the Pokemon to grow and become more powerful. So, this is NOT a story about the perfect Pokemon; this is a story about the perfect Pokemon trainer.
Pixel came down the stairs after his mother had called him for the third time.
"Oh, Pixel, there comes a day when every boy must leave his mother. And today is that day," Pixel's mother said with a crocodile tear in her eyes.
"Um, mom…I just want to play more Mario Bros." Pixel was promptly shoved out the door, and heard it slam shut tightly. Pixel looked behind him and shrugged slightly, and shoving his hands into his pockets, he began to walk towards Route 1. Before his foot hit the first blade of grass, however, he heard the voice of an old man call after him.
"Wait up just a minute!"
Professor Oak walked up to Pixel and grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him to Oak's laboratory. When Pixel stepped in, he was instantly met by some aides who promptly took measurements of his height, weight, and various other things which didn't really have any purpose. Pixel was led by Oak into the next room, where a young man with auburn hair and a snarky grin on his face was slouching against a wall.
"Gramps, are we gonna get this show on the road?" the young man said snobbishly.
"Yes yes, Gary, we're getting started right now. Okay, I have brought you two here today because, as you can see, I have grown old. So, I cannot go out and study Pokemon as closely as I want to. Therefore, I am entrusting you two to help me with this. Of course, I will assign each of you your own Pokemon. Pixel, you may choose first." Oak gestured to a table with three pokeballs resting on them, and Gary groaned loudly.
Pixel walked over to the table. He promptly picked up the third ball from the left, a Charmander. Gary quickly walked over and picked up the middle pokeball, a Squirtle. "If you're going to pick that pokemon, I'm going to pick this one!" With that, Pixel turned around and began to walk through the door.
"Hey Pixel, wait up! Let's test out our new Pokemon!" Gary said with enthusiasm.
"Experiment 09 shows promise. Although he quickly lost the first battle, he shows signs of basic battle strategy. It's to be expected that his first battle would go awry. It takes time to develop battling skills. Signs point towards success." Oak put down the notebook as he watched the two new trainers walk out the door.