Disclaimer: The series of Pokemon is not mine in any way, shape or form.
Author's notes: Here is a short story about an original trainer. Now was written in an "antagonistic" point of view. He is not supposed to be the average, happy go lucky,"Oh I love Pokemon and my dream is to love 'em and be friends and totally be a pokemon master" trainer. This character is not really meant to be liked even. This is just a glimpse into the thoughts of an egotistical, selfish, power hungry trainer. If this bothers you, stop now and read any of the other hundreds of original trainer fanfics in this section. Do not review telling me to change this character and his actions, because I won't.
To many, Pokemon are their hopes, their dreams, their lives. However, I don't think of them to be that significant. To me, they are an excuse to get out of school, a way to make lots of money, a way to become famous.
On the day of my tenth birthday, I had gone to my hometown's pokemon professor to choose my starter, feeling excited. I wanted something that would evolve into a fierce and threatening monster such as Totodile or Cyndaquil. To my disappointment, my rivals had taken both of those, leaving me with Chikorita. I had felt disgusted being stuck with something so 'cutesy', I even considered waiting until next year so I could recieve a pokemon that I felt was worthy of being mine. Realizing that staying meant having to go back to my damn school and the utterly boring life I lead in the goddamn town, I took the stupid little thing.
My parents awaited me outside after I had chosen my pokemon. They wished me luck and lectured me on all sort of trivial things. Ofcourse, they also wanted to see my starter. I refused, telling them I had to leave quickly in order to catch up to my competitors.
As soon as I went a decent distance away from the town, I took my pokeball out of its belt and released my new pokemon. Chikorita looked up at me; an expression of sheer happiness was obviously present on its face. It walked up to me, then rubbed its head in an affectionate matter against my leg.
"Get away from me!" I shouted, taking a step backwards.
The Chikorita's expression went from happy to shocked, then settled into sorrow. I couldn't stand to see that pitiful look on its face so I recalled it.
In order to accomplish my goal of fame and fortune, I musn't treat the pokemon I capture as "friends" but train them to be followers of anything I dictate them to do. I think of them as tools used to fight for the trainer's victory.
Now, a week after I began this journey, I've caught a Rattatta and a HootHoot. The Chikorita even proved to be quite useful for battling though I need to force it to stop attempting to form some sort of "bond" with me. I have no interest in becoming attached to any of my pokemon, it's just pointless.
If I can train these monsters well enough and beat all of the opponents that stand in my way, my name will be known around Johto and every other region.... With hard work and determination, I can even rule the world of pokemon.
End.
Author's notes: Here is a short story about an original trainer. Now was written in an "antagonistic" point of view. He is not supposed to be the average, happy go lucky,"Oh I love Pokemon and my dream is to love 'em and be friends and totally be a pokemon master" trainer. This character is not really meant to be liked even. This is just a glimpse into the thoughts of an egotistical, selfish, power hungry trainer. If this bothers you, stop now and read any of the other hundreds of original trainer fanfics in this section. Do not review telling me to change this character and his actions, because I won't.
To many, Pokemon are their hopes, their dreams, their lives. However, I don't think of them to be that significant. To me, they are an excuse to get out of school, a way to make lots of money, a way to become famous.
On the day of my tenth birthday, I had gone to my hometown's pokemon professor to choose my starter, feeling excited. I wanted something that would evolve into a fierce and threatening monster such as Totodile or Cyndaquil. To my disappointment, my rivals had taken both of those, leaving me with Chikorita. I had felt disgusted being stuck with something so 'cutesy', I even considered waiting until next year so I could recieve a pokemon that I felt was worthy of being mine. Realizing that staying meant having to go back to my damn school and the utterly boring life I lead in the goddamn town, I took the stupid little thing.
My parents awaited me outside after I had chosen my pokemon. They wished me luck and lectured me on all sort of trivial things. Ofcourse, they also wanted to see my starter. I refused, telling them I had to leave quickly in order to catch up to my competitors.
As soon as I went a decent distance away from the town, I took my pokeball out of its belt and released my new pokemon. Chikorita looked up at me; an expression of sheer happiness was obviously present on its face. It walked up to me, then rubbed its head in an affectionate matter against my leg.
"Get away from me!" I shouted, taking a step backwards.
The Chikorita's expression went from happy to shocked, then settled into sorrow. I couldn't stand to see that pitiful look on its face so I recalled it.
In order to accomplish my goal of fame and fortune, I musn't treat the pokemon I capture as "friends" but train them to be followers of anything I dictate them to do. I think of them as tools used to fight for the trainer's victory.
Now, a week after I began this journey, I've caught a Rattatta and a HootHoot. The Chikorita even proved to be quite useful for battling though I need to force it to stop attempting to form some sort of "bond" with me. I have no interest in becoming attached to any of my pokemon, it's just pointless.
If I can train these monsters well enough and beat all of the opponents that stand in my way, my name will be known around Johto and every other region.... With hard work and determination, I can even rule the world of pokemon.
End.