This story will be different from my other stories because it is more of a thought exercise and will consist of small snippets or snapshots across the lengths of the characters journey. These will probably be in order but I may have an idea and slot it between existing chapters.

The following story will point out some of the recurring traits of Mary Sue type characters. For those of you that do not know: A Mary Sue is an OC (Original Character) that is disproportionately perfect and overpowered in comparison to the world and characters around them. Please note that this story is in no way meant to offend anyone or reference any specific character. I just like what if scenarios and this one is 'how would I deal with a rival that cannot be overpowered'.

The following is me rambling about plot points and trends I would like to cover in the story. FEEL FREE TO SKIP AHEAD

In this story I will have three recurring characters in addition to gym leaders, officer Jennys etc. They are Grey (The 'not' protagonist), Latinum Solarblaster Omega III (The 'protagonist' and our resident Mary Sue) and Violet (the complimentary female in the pokémon hero, heroine, rival trinity). This story is set in Sinnoh game verse with a touch of anime elements when it is convenient.

I will be attempting to cover many of the downfalls of a Mary Sue in a sarcastically comedic manner but I'm sure many of you have been in the pokémon fandom much longer then I have so if you would like to suggest anything I will (probably) take your idea on board for a chapter. That includes both annoying Mary Sue topics/flaws and clever ways to out manoeuvre a Mary Sue.

This story will make several assumptions on Mary Sue behaviour. As Mary Sues tend to be the result of poor writing, a lack of understanding and respect for different characters and a desire to stroke the authors own ego, the Mary Sue will not be very bright (not stupid but unaware of some of the finer game mechanics and rarer abilities), disrespectful of 'NPC' type characters and very, very egotistically proud. Please note that not all Mary Sue characters are like this and these traits are often the result of a lack of experience in world balancing since everyone needs to start somewhere. I am merely creating a caricature that represents the less desirable and annoying aspects of what has been classified as a Mary Sue for the sake of humour and to think outside the box on how one would defeat a Mary Sue while playing by their rules.

I already have two other stories that take priority over this one so expect updates to be irregular. Chapters will usually be short and the content is not meant to be taken 100% seriously. Please be civil while reviewing and if you want to verbally attack me: Don't bother. You do not need to read a story you do not like and I do not care about the opinion of a stranger who does not want to contribute anything of value. I am not merciful enough to humour you and will simply report and block your messages and/or account. Constructive criticism is more then welcome. It's just that I've already read a few stories like this and know that some of you out there give these kinds of stories a lot of flak.

Now that we've reached the END OF THE MONOLOGUE, please enjoy the story.

I do not own pokémon as it belongs to The Pokémon Company, Game Freak and Nintendo. Long may they reign!

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Chapter 1: The first day of the rest of your life

Hello, I'm Grey. I'm what you would consider an NPC. I'm a boring person. My hair is boring grey, my eyes are boring grey, my clothes are boring grey and everything about my past, including my name, is boring grey. Everything about me screams NPC. I have two hardworking parents (shock horror, I'm not an orphan), slightly above average grades, average height and an average fourteen year old male build.

Today is the day I'm going to get my first pokémon. Now I don't know about your world but in this world we have three trainer starting ages: 10, 14 and 16. Technically everyone is allowed to start their journey at 10 but some parents (A.K.A. those that actually love their children) decided that sending a ten year old out into the wide world was absolutely stupid and campaigned to have the age elevated. Then the other parents and kids that were impatient campaigned to have the legal training age set back and on it went until the government found the compromise of the current system.

Now don't get me wrong, from the governments point of view the ten year old system had a lot of merits. The younger the child, the more likely they are to trip, scrape their knee, cry and decide that being a pokémon trainer is way to hard and they would rather go back home with a bed and three square meals a day. This got the cultural 'I want to be a pokémon master' thing out of their system within a week so they could go back to being productive future citizen that lack a rebellious spirit. Bonus number two: ten year olds are very trusting and don't bother reading fine print before signing things, something that the government loves with a burning passion. Third in Japan is unofficial population control. Last is the lack of complaints regarding teenage pregnancy. If most of the trainers quit before reaching puberty then only the more capable, responsible ones would be around to reach that age.

Anyway, with the current system the most reckless and irresponsible children go off at ten and of those that come back, only half of them try again with the rest at the age of fourteen. Sixteen is the age that trainers are legally considered adults for everything except drinking and driving. Those who have excessively over protective parents are entitled at this age to leave on their journeys and their parents can no longer do anything about it.

Anyway, long boring history lesson aside, today is the day I'm going to get my first pokémon. Had I known better, I would have called in sick and picked up my pokémon tomorrow. But sadly I didn't and so the story begins.

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Sandgem Town

"Good morning children. Are you the ten o'clock batch," asked Professor Rowan as he stepped outside his lab.

I and the purple haired girl next to me showed the professor our ID tickets stipulating our names and the time and date we were meant to show up. Based on some stupid tradition, children were meant to show up in groups of three. Something about not over crowding the starter pokémon but I personally think it would have been more efficient to have them express posted to our houses. It would waste less of the regional professor's time too.

"Good, good. Having only two children will cause less arguments over starter pokémon. Right this way please," instructed the professor in a bored tone.

We were told to introduce ourselves and go over the last of the registration paperwork. Apparently the girls name is Violet but it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm going to run into her ever again. Right before the Professor handed us our trainer cards and pokédexs, the door burst open.

"I'm sorry I'm late professor. I over slept and then there were these bullies harassing this kid and-" announced a tall colourfully dressed guy with wavy gold locks, a blue and a green eye and . . . well a lot of other fancy details that I couldn't care less about.

"Wetherby, we've got another one, would you show him the door," called Prof. Rowan to one of his assistants without even looking up.

"But Professor, I'm here for my pokémon," the guy called out in disbelief.

"Sorry boy, the application form clearly states that late children will not be allowed on the premises," said Prof. Rowan, "One minute is excusable, 40 minutes is not. I am a very busy man."

"I'm Latinum Solarblaster Omega III. My uncle promised me that I would be able to get my pokémon on my fourteenth birthday if I completed my ultra special super secret training. I've been training my whole life for this moment," exclaimed Latinum Solarblaster Omega III.

"Damn, your that brat," muttered Prof. Rowan before letting out a sigh of defeat, "Fine, fine, come in, let's get this over with."

"Professor? You just spent ten minutes telling us not to argue with government officials," I queried.

"Yes, well, the kids uncle funds 40% of my research so I can hardly say no now can I," Prof. Rowan sighed as he handed the pokédexs and Trainer cards to Violet and myself.

"Yo, my name's Latinum," said self proclaimed person as he sauntered up to us.

"How could you sleep in on a day like this," Violet said in a harsh whisper as Rowan went off to fetch some things.

"Sweet cheeks, everybody knows that the protagonist sleeps in on the first day of their journey," replied Latinum smugly.

"What did you just call me?" snapped Violet indignantly, "My NAME is Violet."

"You know, you're not quite attractive enough for the role of main heroine," Latinum continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, "But I guess you will fill out nicely in a few years."

"Hey Grey, do you think the Professor would mind if I hit this prick," Violet seethed.

"I don't think so but you should wait till we're outside so it doesn't go on your behaviour record," I replied with disinterest.

"Grey huh. Gonna sling any insults about my parents as my new rival," grinned Latinum, "I've come up with some great come backs so come at me!"

I blinked at him, "Why would I want to make enemies on my first day?"

"But the MCs rival always has to be an egotist who is obsessed with defeating the hero of the story."

I decided to go back to checking my details on my new trainer card. After all, there was nothing to be gained from interacting with either of them.

"Alright Mr Omega, I have your special black pokédex with extra functions and classified information about legendary pokémon," said Prof. Rowan as he returned, "Now before the three of you on the table are the three Sinnoh starter pokémon. If you would calmly talk amongst yourselves to decide which person gets whi-"

"Then I choose my partner of destiny: CHIMCHAR!" Latinum cried out as he rushed forward and grabbed the fire marked poké ball.

Rowan face palmed, "And so it begins."

I stepped forward, "In that case I think I'll choose Turtwig."

"Dude, you're supposed to choose the starter with the type advantage. Everybody knows that's what the rival does," exclaimed Latinum.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO!" yelled Violet, "DID IT EVEN OCCUR TO YOU THAT SOMEONE ELSE MIGHT WANT THAT POKÉMON!"

I looked at her, then down at the poké ball, then back at her. Then I held the poké ball out at arms length, "You're right, I'm really sorry. Do you want Turtwig then?"

Violet blanched, "I, uh, well, um, actually I really wanted Piplup anyway so I guess it doesn't matter"

"Smooth move but don't try smooching up to my girl ok," said Latinum, "Now that we all have our starter pokémon, Grey I challenge you to a battle!"

"What?" I deadpanned.

"The heroes first battle has to be against someone historically significant so let's have a battle," Latinum explained.

"No, we only just got these pokémon," I replied in exasperation.

"What, you chicken," he teased.

"I have more important stuff to do first like, you know, bonding with my starter to build up a repertoire of trust before I send it into battle," I lectured back.

Violet hummed thoughtfully, "He has a point, even if starter pokémon are domesticated and trained to be obedient and easy to handle, they're still not going to do everything we ask right off the bat."

"Huh, then how about first thing tomorrow after we've had a good day to train and bond with our pokémon," exclaimed Latinum eagerly.

I shrugged, "I'm going to be going home for the first week so my parents can give me a hand with handling Turtwig. I don't really want to give you my home address. Can't you pick someone else to be your rival since I'm not really into the whole competitive thing?"

"Nope. It is your fate to be my rival," Latinum grinned, "So how about that battle?"

"I'm going to ask the professor's assistant if my Turtwig has any specific dietary requirements or personality quirks that I should be aware of," I replied before turning to leave, "Have a nice day and since I don't think I'll be seeing either of you again, enjoy the rest of your life."

Oh if only that was the last time I ran into him. If only.