*Note: "Normal Talking" Thinking "Pokémon Talking" Pokémon Thinking
~One Night Ago~
Professor Lyra set three pokéballs on a table. In front of one she placed a blue trainer card. She sighed as she looked at the pokéball on the far left. Once again, Chikorita put up a fight when she was supposed to go into her pokéball. "If you keep acting like that you won't be chosen by anyone, Chikorita," Lyra said sadly. She shook her head and left after turning the lights off.
Chikorita's pokéball shook once. Then a second time before it began rolling off the table. It landed face down and opened up. Chikorita shook it's head and peered into the darkness. "Looks like I have perfect timeing," Chikorita said as a sly smile made it's way onto her face. "Now, no one will be around to stop my escape."
Chikorita scuttled behind bookshelves and tables for no apparent reason. However, she thought that if Lyra or one of the workers happened to walk in before she could get out she could just hide until they were gone and continue with her escape. She safely made it to the door, but now she had a problem. How was she going to get the door open?
Chikorita growled as she glared at the door. She turned away and looked around for something to climb on. Immediately to her left was a desk that had a wheelie chair. "Perfect!" Chikorita trotted over to the chair and nudged it toward the door. You'd think a pokémon research lab would have better security, Chikorita thought.
The chair was in place facing sideways so the Chikorita could easily open the door and jump out in one fluid motion. She hopped up and pushed on the door. It barely moved. "This looks like a job for, Tackle!" Chikorita braced herself and used tackle on the door. It burst open and she toppled down the stairs.
It took a moment for Chikorita to gain her bearings back, but once she did, she was off and running. She left town the only way she possibly could, heading towards Cherrygrove. On the way Chikorita saw Hoothoot in the trees and Spinaraks hanging in the middle of fields as if they were floating in mid air.
Chikorita knew better than to walk towards a floating one. They were usually sitting on some sort of sticky net thing and those were so disgusting. A few Ratata scurried under a tree seeking shelter for the night. Chikorita smiled. She wasn't a weak Ratata after all. She was a great and powerful Chikorita! She wasn't afraid of anything.
A Spinarak dropped down in front of her, scaring her with the face on it's back. "OhMyGod," Chikorita screamed as she instictively used Tackle. The Spiniarak rolled back a few feet and scurried up a tree. Bugs are so creepy and disgusting, Chikorita thought.
Cherrygrove wasn't much farther ahead so she decided to take a break. She walked into a bush and decided this would be a good place to sleep. She would be able to walk into Cherrygrove the next morning well rested and ready for anything that was thrown at her.
Elle Fog stood in a clearing, glaring at Erika, her grandmother. "I can so be a good trainer!" She tried to cross her arms, but couldn't do it well with the kimono she was wearing.
Erika sighed and shook her head. "You are not responsible enough to be a trainer. You belong in a mental institution," she added quietly.
"I heard that," Elle shouted as she pointed at the old lady. "And I resemble that remark!"
"Which is my point," Erika said with a raised voice. She took a deep breath to calm down. "If you can catch a grass pokémon on your own then I will let you become a trainer."
"Fine." Elle looked around for something she could use as a weapon and saw a large leaf. "I'll just grab a stick and use that big leaf as a disguise and sneak up on a pokémon to catch it," she told her self outloud.
Elle stomped over to the bush the leaf was sitting on and pulled lightly. When it didn't come loose she pulled harder. A Chikorita popped out with the leaf which made Elle pause for a moment.
"Chika," the Chikorita growled out angrily. I am not pleased.
Elle glared at the pokémon. "Give me your leaf, I need it to catch a grass type pokémon," Elle said as she shook the Chikorita back and forth.
Erika put her face in the palm of her hand.
"Why are you face palming old bag?"
"I'm not an old bag," Erika muttered. "Elle," she said sweetly. "That is a grass pokémon called Chikorita."
"Oh," Elle said as she stopped shaking Chikorita. She let go of Chikorita's leaf and it fell to the ground.
"Chikorita, Chika, Chiko," the pokémon screeched.
Elle glowered down at the bratty leaf thing. "Shut up! You're so annoying. See granny? This is why I don't like grass pokémon."
"Too bad," Erika said. "It's yours now and you are stuck with it."
"Wha? But I didn't even catch it with a pokéball?"
Erika pointed at the Chikorita. "But it is clearly plotting it's revenge on you."
The Chikorita in question looked like it was drawing up some kind of plan in the dirt. It looked like Elle was caught in a web and a Spinarak was about to eat her. Chikorita then made a noise that resembled laughter and Elle smiled.
"We might just get along better than I thought." She bent down with an evil smirk and whispered. "You know, this plan would be better if used on someone else," Elle said as she and the pokémon turned to looked at Erika.
"Well," Erika coughed. "You can take care of yourself now that you have your own pokémon so I'll just be going." With that said Erika was gone in an instant.
Elle didn't even get a chance to hurl a pinecone or rock at her. "That old witch..." She looked down at Chikorita. "Wanna go get something to eat?"
"Chika," Chikorita chirped.
