A/N: I own nothing. But before we start with chapter 2, I want to say thanks to two people: The_Sasuke_Kid and a guest by the name of Grim Reaper for reviewing! The first review made me start this chapter but stop in the middle of it, and the second one was what made me finish it. So you can thank them for this chapter. Without further ado, let the story begin!

Chapter 2
The Adventure Begins

I walked away from my unnamed rival and started to head toward Route Whatever when I was stopped by Professer Elm.

"Hey kid, wait up! I forgot to tell you something!"

I was kind of surprised to hear him. I thought he was with the rest of New Bark Town, partying, celebrating my not being in their town. "What is it?"

"I forgot to teach you how to catch Pokemon! Firstly, you blah blah blah, do stuff then you go into your"-He took a deep breath in-"BAG" He shouted, "Then you select a Poke Ball and touch the word USE on the Touch Screen."

"What the heck are you talking about!?"

"I don't know, to be honest. Well, now you know the gist of it so I'm leaving." He said before he turned around and left.

"Well, that was wierd." I said to myself. I took a few steps forward before realizing that the grass I was in was WAY higher than the grass right next to it. A few steps in the tall grass, and I saw something move. I sent out Chickorita just in case and catiously stepped forward before realizing that it was a Caterpie.

"Holy shit! That's a Caterpie." I said, smiling to myself. Then, out loud, "Chickorita, use Tackle!"

Chickorita (somehow) pulled out a football helmet out of it's hammerspace, put it on, then rammed into Caterpie.

"CATER!" it yelled before fainting. I utilized this opening to throw a Poke Ball that Prof. Elm dropped at the unconsious Caterpie. The ball rolled 3 times then made a *click* noise. I walked over to it, grabbed the ball and jumped while saying "I caught...a Caterpie!"

A random Trainer walked by, saying "So?"

"Good point." I said before getting an idea. "Hey, wanna battle?"

"Sure."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a text box appears saying "PKMN Trainer Bob wants to fight!"

"What does that say?" Bob asked. "It looks like '!thgif ot stnaw boB reniarT NMKP' (How he pronouced that is beyond me.) Anyway, Voltorb, I choose you!" He yelled, sending out a Pokemon that resembeled a Poke Ball.

"Go, Chickorita!" I yelled, although Chickorita was ready to fight some more by that point. "Use Tackle!"

Chickorita charged at Voltorb, but Voltorb rolled out of the way, letting Chickorita faceplant into the ground.

"Your Pokemon's power level...It's *he then takes off his scouter* OVER NINE THOUSAND! There's only one way to beat you: Voltorb, use Self-Destruct!"

Voltorb began charging energy, and a single tear rolled down it's body-It knew it's fate. Meanwhile, a bored-looking Chickorita took two steps back. When Voltorb finally finished, the text box said:

"Voltorb used
Self-Destruct!"

"But it missed!"

"Voltorb fainted!"

"Wha-but-how-whatthe-but-how-who-wha-huh-WHAT?" Bob said, dumbfound. The text box then said "Bob blacked out!" A few seconds later, Bob fell to the ground, knocked out cold. I didn't really know what to do, so I just tried gently kicking him, trying to get him to wake up. Then the box said "Stryker stole $8000 from Bob!" I did so, with the excuse of 'An older text box told me to do it.' As I entered Cherrygrove City, an old man approached me. I didn't realize since my Caterpie was still fainted and I was too busy looking for a Poke Center for it. I learned of his presence when he grabbed my arm and (forcibly) gave me the grand tour.

"That's the Poke Mart. They sell toys and magazines. This is the Poke Center. They have beds. This is the ocean. You can try to fish for a Gyarados, but always get a Magikarp. And this, this is my home." He let go of my arm and said "Oh yeah, before I forget, here are my shoes. Take them or else."

You got the Old Man's Shoes! Run fast by putting them on or by holding B!

"What does 'hold down B' mean?" I asked the creepy old man.

"How should I know? I'm just a creeeeeeeeepy old man." He responded. "Come back anytime, love muffin."

I was offically creeped out by this, so I just turned around and ran into the Poke Center. There was a guy in front of me, talking to Nurse Joy, and he sounded like he was talking between sobs.

"P-please Nurse Joy, you gotta save my Metapod. He's *sniff* he's gonna die..."

I was getting sick of waiting, so I punched him in the face, KOing him while saying, "Out of the way kid! Some people have real problems!" Then, I turned to Nurse Joy and said "Hi, how are you?"

My answer was "Welcome to the Pokemon Center, do you need your Pokemon healed?" Then she held up a cardboard sign with Yes? and No? and, if you looked REALLY close, THE ORANGE.

Once again, I was clueless as to what to do, so I said "Um, yeah?"

No response, just her holding the sign and having a stupid grin on her face.

"Noooo? Yes?" Nothing. I decided to touch the Yes? part of the sign.

Nurse Joy reacted instantly, grabbing my Chickorita and my Poke Ball with Caterpie in it while yelling "KA-PEEK!". She then threw them into a device that looked like a cradle, put the lid on then pressed a few buttons on a machine next to the cradle where the Pokemon were being held against their will. It then produced it's own little fanfare as Nurse Joy took out them and shoved them at my chest while saying "Your Pokemon are done, their fine, now get out."

I took my Pokemons (Pokemen?) and said "Thanks, so, how much do I owe you?"

Joy's response: "Welcome to the Pokemon Center, do you need your Pokemon healed?"

"I just healed them, why would I..." I started, but I wondered what would happen if I pressed No? So I did.

The next thing I knew, I was literally kicked out of the Poke Center by Nurse Joy while she was yelling "And stay out!"

"OW! That hurt, dammit!" I said to myself. I looked up. Damn, nighttime already? I had nowhere to sleep, so I had 2 choices:

A. Go back to the old man's house and ask to sleep there, and he would let me like the nice, kind, not-crazy old man he was.

Or

2. Set up a bed out here in the cold, dark outside where I be defenseless against an attack, suffer from cold temperatures at night and be shunned by this town's residents since they would think I was lower class.

I thought about it for a minute, then I made up my mind. I started to head towards...some soft grass to lay on. What, you thought I would ask the old man? No way, he's wierd. Anyway, as I tried to fall asleep, I realized that I had finished today. I had completed my first day on my road to become the champion. And I knew that when I was the Champion, I'd remember all the memorable times I've had: meeting my rival, winning my first Pokemon battle, my first trip to the Poke Center, and I would definately remember my very first day of my adventure.

Although, I kind of wished I wouldn't remember today.

A/N: Hey! So, while Stryker is sleeping, I want to tell you a few things:

1. Remember to review! Always! R&R!

2. I'm (most likely) going to continue this whether or not anyone tells me to. No promises though, so I might inexplicably end if someone writes "This fanfic is stupid and dumb and has many errors and the author should stick to reading fanfics instead of writing them." (Well, excuse me, princess!) Joking aside, I'm most likely definatly going on with this fic, but no promises.

3. Critism is allowed, but only constructive critism. If it's THAT bad, I might ask you to help me by co-writing a chapter or two, or maybe coming up with ideas for a chapter. Whichever works. If you want.

Warmpie56 out!