This is my second story about my second OC Charles Roberts and his journey through the world of Pokemon. This is mainly based on the anime as I have never played the games before and the story is inspired by The White Titan's 'The Phantom Trainer' which unfortunately stopped updating. Hope you enjoy. The Pokemon franchise belongs to its respective owners, I only own the OCs.
("Pokespeech")
The Greatest Pokemon Trainer
The world that we live in we be nothing without a certain type of creature. These creatures can be found from the widest fields, to the deepest oceans, to the darkest caves, to the tallest mountains. They are a source of fascination, having great powers and coming in all different shapes and sizes. Many are common and live beside humans, while some are legendary only seen by a handful of people. These creatures, of course, are called Pokemon. Pokemon are used by us in many ways. They assisted us in daily jobs like security, communication, health and emergency services. Some are wild and help maintain the environment we live in. But there is one significant group of Pokemon who are trained by Pokemon Trainers who collect an assortment of Pokemon to battle each other in order to obtain the title of Pokemon master. A dream shared by many children across the globe. However, our story focuses on one particular trainer and his rise to be the ultimate Pokemon Trainer. He, his loyal Pokemon and his traveling partners would meet many friends, power-hungry organisations and rivals as they journey across the many regions. This trainer's genesis starts on one particular night.
Chapter 1: Dark was the night, cold was the ground
Viridian City, Kanto Region
It was clear night in Viridian City as one Pokemon with a pink oval body with a pouch for its egg, stubby arms and wearing a white nurse hat cleaned outside the Viridian City's Pokemon Centre. This was Pokemon known as a chansey, and due to its helpful nature, mainly assisted the Nurse Joys in curing injured Pokemon after battles.
It had been a long day, so the chansey was happy that it was almost over and couldn't wait to close the centre for the night. Chansey's may be happy to help any Pokemon in need, but anybody would be exhausted after dealing with dozens of hurt Pokemon and sometimes careless trainers.
After sweeping the last bit of dust from the centre's entrance; the chansey was about to head inside when she heard something.
("Huh?") inquired the egg Pokemon as she turned to where she thought the noise had come from.
Seeing nothing but an empty street, she assumed it was a pidgey making its way back to its nest. She was about to turn around when she heard it again.
This time much clearer.
Letting out a sigh, the chansey couldn't ignore the noise no matter how tired she was.
("So close,") she reluctantly said out loud and made her way to where the noise had come from.
As she got closer, she could hear the noise much clearly. It was a grunting noise as if a person was in pain. This alarmed the nurse Pokemon and she picked up the pace to get there quicker.
She spotted a lump on the ground and concluded that this was where the grunting was coming from.
As she approached the lump, she gasped upon realising what it was.
It was a young boy his face bruised and twisted in anguish as he laid unconscious on the ground. In the boy's small arms, he was clutching a Pokemon egg.
Viridian City Pokemon Centre
The centre's foyer was almost empty. Most trainers either left to camp in the nearby forest or rented a room for the night upstairs.
Behind the desk, filing the last document before closing for the night, was the ever wonderful, (although looking exhausted) Nurse Joy. Like all her identical sisters, cousins or any other female relative; she was pretty woman in her mid-twenties with a heart-shaped face, pink hair tied up into two large ringlets and wearing and pink and white nurse uniform.
Lying at her feet was her three year old daughter who was an almost identical copy of her mother, although significantly shorter and younger. The young girl was drawing in crayon a few of her favourite Pokemon, waiting for her mother to finish work so they can go home for the night.
Nurse Joy, at long last, finished her paperwork, sighed and turned to her young daughter with a smile.
"Ready to go, Flo?" she asked.
Flo jumped to her feet and nodded.
"Well, pick up your drawings you can finish them after dinner," Nurse Joy ordered in a her usual motherly/nurse tone.
"Yes, Mama," Flo started to put her crayons back into her box and collected her drawings of vulpix, eevee and (for some reason) psyduck.
As Flo packed up, Nurse Joy wandered where the Centre's chansey had gone.
'It usually doesn't take her this long to clean up,' the Nurse wondered.
It was at that moment that both Nurse Joy and Flo heard the chansey cries of panic getting closer and closer.
("I need help!") cried the chansey suddenly bursting through the centre's doors.
The Pokemon was using psychic to carry the unconscious body of the young boy. He was still holding the Pokemon egg firmly subconsciously.
Nurse Joy's tiredness vanished as she took in the sight of the poor boy.
"Bring him into the emergency room, stat," she ordered firmly, opening the emergency room doors as chansey carried him in.
"Mama, is he ok?" Flo asked her mother, temporarily abandoning her cleaning up.
Nurse Joy kneeled down in front of her daughter "I'm sure he is going to be fine," she reassured her, "I just need to care of him, can you please wait here for me,"
Flo nodded in response.
The nurse hugged her daughter briefly before hurrying into the emergency room after the chansey.
Flo watched her mother depart before the doors swung back into their closed position, preventing her from seeing in.
An hour had passed before the emergency room light was switched off, alerting Flo that her mother was done tending to the boy. Nurse Joy exited the emergency room taking off her surgical gloves.
Flo leapt to her feet and ran to her mother.
"Is he ok? Is he ok?" Flo asked urgently.
She may be young, but her mother could already see her caring nature for anybody in need.
The Nurse gave her a tired smile.
"He's going to be fine," she told her "He's resting now, and I doubt he wake up until morning, meanwhile chansey has volunteered to look after him."
"Can I see him, please?" Flo pleaded using her best puppy growlithe eyes.
However, the nurse was not moved by her daughter's pleas "Absolutely not, he is in no position to see visitors, besides we need to get you home. You can see him in the morning when he is awake."
"Fine." Flo reluctantly agreed with a pout causing the nurse to chuckle.
Taking Flo's hand, Nurse Joy led her daughter out of the Centre, locking the doors behind her.
The Centre's Ward
Meanwhile, the chansey looked after the sleeping boy who has now been bandaged up. The Pokemon egg was now in an incubator by his bed. It was difficult for them to remove the egg from his grasp, but they eventually managed to pry it of him without hurting the patient.
He was holding onto it like his life depended on it.
Because it was dark at the time, it was the first time the chansey had taken a good look at the young boy.
He looked to be three years old with pale skin and short brown hair. He was currently in a hospital gown as the clothes he was found in were torn beyond repair. The Pokemon could see how thin he was, as if he hasn't eaten for a while.
Suddenly the boy's eyes snapped open revealing bright green eyes which looked frantically around the room.
"Where is it?" the boy rasped panically "Where's my egg?"
The chansey, recovering from the shock of him suddenly waking up, tried to calm him down.
("It's alright, the egg is right there,") the Pokemon replied calmly using one of her arms to settle him down while pointing towards the egg next to him.
The boy's eyes turned towards the incubator and relaxed when he saw it was safe.
"It's safe…thank you," the boy croaked out.
He started to lie down on the bed, exhaustion making him sleepy.
("Rest now, we can talk in the morning, young one,") the chansey soothed stroking the boy's head.
"Thank you…my name is…Charles…not… young one" he said before falling asleep again.
As he slept, the Pokemon, no longer feeling tired, looked after him. He looked so frail and vulnerable as he lay sleeping on the hospital bed. She was determined to make sure this boy was safe at all cost. Almost like a mother to her ill child.
Although one thing did cross her mind when she stared at his sleeping face.
('Did he understand what I just said?') she asked to herself.