Pre-chapter Conversation

"Welcome to chapter two!" I yelled. "I forgot to mention this before, but some of the chapters will be parodies of episodes of the Pokémon animé."

"How so?" Izzy asked.

"Well for one thing, our stars are going to play the parts of most of the Pokémon cast." I replied.

"So I guess that means Sam is playing as Ash?"

"Yep." I nodded. "By the way, I'm issuing an OOC warning for the rest of the fic. This warning especially applies to three of our main characters. I won't say who for now, but it has to do with the link between this dimension and Pokémon's."

"Come on. You know who. Just say it." Izzy said impatiently.

"No way!" I shook my head. "Anyway, this chapter is the first of our parodies. In fact, it's a slight parody of Pokémon's first episode in which new trainer Ash Ketchum will get his first pokémon from Prof. Oak. For Sam, it'll mean the same thing. Will he be able to survive the oncoming trials and tribulations of being a pokémon trainer? Find out now!"

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Rocketmon Ch. 2: Stuck In a New World

"Sam! Sam! Wake up!" Paula, Sam's mother, yelled. Sam, still in bed, groaned as he opened his eyes. He sat up, put on his glasses, and glanced at his alarm clock. It read "8:00."

"It's the middle of summer. Why does she want me up so early for?" Sam got up and changed into his normal clothes. He left his room to brush his teeth.

"Oh Sam, you're up." Paula said as he walked past her. "You need to hurry up and get ready."

"Ready for what?" Sam asked.

"I thought you were waiting for this day all your life." That comment stopped him as his hand grasped the door handle.

"What do you mean?" He asked, giving his mother a confused look.

"No time. Brush your teeth and get going to Professor Rodriguez's laboratory." Paula replied in an exasperated tone. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"You know, the world famous researcher. You've been going to his lab everyday when you were smaller." Sam's eyebrow rose higher.

"Sure Mom. Whatever you say." He then went inside the bathroom. 'Man. She really needs to lay off the cheesy soap operas.' Sam grabbed his toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste.

'What did she mean by "Professor Rodriguez," anyway?' He thought as he applied the toothpaste to the brush. 'I didn't even know Twister's dad was a researcher, let alone a world famous one. I always thought he was a used car dealer.'

(A/N: His profession was never mentioned, so that's what I made him.)

'Anyway, what am I going there for?' Sam started brushing his teeth. 'And what have I been waiting for?' He shook his head as he spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. He walked back to his room. It was then that he noticed the card from last night lying on the floor. Sam picked it up and got a REALLY perplexed expression when he looked at it.

"It's…blank." He turned the card over. "It's white on both sides. This is just like that error card Otto tried to scam Twister with." With a whole lot to think about, Sam put on his blades.

"Mom, where is Professor Rodriguez's laboratory at?" He asked as he prepared to leave. 'I might as well go with this until I find out what's going on.' He thought.

"You forgot?" Sam's mom asked with a confused expression. "Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes. I just had a hard night last night and I must've forgotten where it was because of all the excitement." Sam lied. His mother put a hand to her chin.

"I guess you would forget that easily." She muttered. "The lab is on the corner of Coral and Shell." Sam remembered those two streets well.

"Alright. Thanks." And with that, he left the house.

"This is too freaky." He said to himself. "Maybe Otto and Reggie will know what's going on." Sam skated over to the Rocket house. He knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" Otto's voice asked.

"It's me." Sam answered. "Can I ask you guys something?"

"Sorry Squid. We're kinda busy right now."

::CRASH!::

"Reggie! Watch it!"

"Can it, Rocket Boy! I'm trying to find those costumes!" Reggie's voice screamed.

"Well don't drop that box on me!" Even more confused, and concerned for his safety, Sam skated away from the house and went to Twister's place.

"The professor's his dad, so Twister might have a better idea." He said as he walked up the stairs to Twister's front door. He knocked on it.

"Yeah?" Twister's voice asked from the other side.

"Did you know your dad's a world famous researcher?" Sam replied.

"He is? Oh, that's right! He is." Twister said. Sam could hear the sounds of a lot of searching going on. "You better get going to that lab, Squid, before you lose out on getting one. Lars is already there." Sam raised an eyebrow, again.

"Uhhh…one what?"

"No time. I'm busy. Mom! Where's my old costume!?"

"It should be in the closet, Maurice!" Twister's mom's voice yelled.

"But I already checked there!" Twister replied. Sam turned from the house with a shrug.

"Guess I'm going to that lab." He skated down the hill.

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"This…must be it…" Sam said in awe. In front of him was a white building with a windmill sticking out of part of it. The building stood on top of a hill surrounded by a brick wall. He skated forward, still staring at the building.

"But I don't remember this being here. Wasn't the library here?" He then bumped into someone and landed on the ground.

"Huh? Watch it, you—well, look who finally decided to show up!" Sam looked up at the source of the voice. In front of him was Lars. "Well, you know the old saying: 'Ya snooze, ya lose!' I got one and you don't." Lars took out a red and white ball and spun it on his finger.

"…It's a ball." Sam said dryly. Lars pocketed the ball.

"It's inside the ball, idiot."

"Inside?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow.

"Is there an echo in here? Yes, inside the ball!"

"What's in the ball?"

"None of your business. I'm off to victory! Let's go, boys." Lars started walking away from Sam. "Later much, lame-o!" He was followed by Pi, Sputz, and Animal, who, for the weirdest reason, were carrying pom-poms. Sam got up and growled.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on here!?"

"You don't need to yell. I'm right here." A voice said. Sam turned and saw Twister's dad, Raoul, standing by the gate to the lab. Instead of his normal green suit, he was wearing a white lab coat. "I'll explain everything. Follow me."

In the lab…

"Woah." Sam said in awe. Computers littered the entire room. The floor was tiled and clean. In other words, this was his kind of place.

"You wanted to know what's going on and what was it Lars was teasing you about?" Raoul asked.

"Yeah. My mom said I was waiting for this day all my life, but I don't remember thinking that." Sam replied. Raoul gave him a confused look.

"Well, I can't explain your amnesia, but I can show you this." He walked to a computer and typed in a few commands. The screen then showed a video of a battle between two monsters. A giant snake made entirely from rocks and a black ghost. The snake charged at the ghost, but the ghost jumped back, avoiding the attack.

"These are pokémon." Raoul started. "There are over three hundred of these creatures. Trainers capture and train pokémon for battles against each other."

"But why?" Sam asked, trying very hard to avoid screaming at the new bit of information.

"It's a sport. Pokémon are also kept as pets or guardians for little children." Raoul walked to a display case in the middle of the room. It contained three balls like the one Lars had. "You, Sam, are here today to pick your first pokémon. With it, you'll train and capture more so that you can enter the Pacific League."

"Pacific League? What's that?"

"It's a tournament where you compete against other trainers for the title of Pokémon Master. Each year, over two hundred trainers come from all over the world to compete. Many fail though."

"Ok. So, I'm supposed to be training these monsters so that I can enter the Pacific League? How do I enter the league?"

"I don't really know that much about the league. When you're done here, you should go to the pokémon center. The people there will explain everything."

"Ok. Now what's that?" Sam asked, trying hard to take everything in.

"It's a hospital to heal pokémon." Raoul answered. "It's best to get acquainted with it. You'll be depending on it a lot."

"And where is it at?"

"The pier."

"Ok. Now, I'll just pick one of these balls, right?"

"Not really. Three trainers, including Lars, already picked out these pokémon." Raoul said. Sam slapped his forehead.

"So I can't get one then?"

"Well, I do have one more, but—"

"I'll take it!" Sam interrupted.

"Ok… But don't say I didn't warn you." Raoul pressed a button on the case and it opened. The middle of the display opened and rose up, revealing a ball with a lightning bolt on it. Sam picked up the ball and it opened, creating a flash of electricity. He covered his eyes. The flash landed on the table and took the form of a creature. The flash soon ended, revealing a yellow mouse with a lightning bolt-shaped tail and red cheeks. The creature opened its eyes.

"Pikachu!" The mouse squealed.

"As you can tell, its name is Pikachu." Raoul said. "It's known as the electric mouse. It looks cute, but it has an electrifying personality."

"Looks like a rat that got spray painted to me." Sam replied. He picked up the mouse by the tail.

"Wait! Don't do that!" Raoul yelled. Too late. Pikachu's body crackled with electricity.

::ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!::

"AHHHHH!!!!!" The two humans yelled as they got shocked. Pikachu's attack ended and their bodies were smoking.

"Ouch…" Sam groaned.

"See what I mean?" Raoul asked.

"Yeah…" Sam replied. Raoul then took out a red minicomputer and five balls.

"Take these. This is your pokédex." He held up the computer. "It can tell you about any pokémon you come across. And these…" He held up the balls. "Are your poké balls. Use these to capture other pokémon. Remember, to capture a pokémon, you must weaken it first."

"Th-thank you…" Sam said, taking the items. Pikachu's body crackled again. It was still being held by the tail.

::ZAAAAAAAAAP!!!!::

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"You are a major pain." Sam said as he skated down the hill, followed by Pikachu. He was black all over. Pikachu was running just to keep up with the boy.

"Pika!" The pokémon yelled. Sam stopped.

"You're supposed to be inside the poké ball." He said, taking it out of his pocket. He tossed it at Pikachu, who bounced it back with its tail. "What the—" He tossed the ball again. Pikachu bounced it back with its head. Sam kept tossing the poké ball, but Pikachu kept bouncing it back. This continued for a few minutes before Sam gave up. Pikachu laughed at its trainer's misfortune.

"Why won't you go in the ball? That's where all pokémon go." Sam said, taking out the pokédex. He opened the computer and its screen displayed a poké ball.

"While training, pokémon normally stay inside their poké ball." The machine droned. Pikachu jumped up and hit a button. "However, there are exceptions. Some pokémon hate being confined." Sam sighed as he put the pokédex away.

"Fine. I guess you can stay out. As long as you don't get into any trouble." He then skated the rest of the way to the pier. When he got there, he noticed one very big, shocking, and somewhat scary change.

"WHERE'S THE SHACK!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

In front of Sam, where the Shack normally stands, was a completely unfamiliar building. It was at least three stories tall, white, and had a red P above the entrance, which were automated doors.

"Chu?" Pikachu gave Sam a confused look. The boy was spilling tears.

"I don't know anything anymore." Sam said as he and his pokémon entered the building. The interior consisted of a few pay phones, potted palm trees, pictures of surfers & pokémon lining the walls, and a reference desk. Behind the desk stood a familiar face.

"Hi. Welcome to the Ocean Shores pokémon center. Oh hey, Sam. It looks like you got your first pokémon."

"Yeah. Thanks for noticing, Mr. Rocket." Sam replied unenthusiastically. Ray was wearing a white coat and a nurse's cap. The younger blond raised an eyebrow. "Uhhh…what's with the get up?"

"What do you mean? I've always been in charge of the pokémon center." Ray replied. Sam's eyebrow went higher.

"What about the Shore Shack?"

"The what?" Ray asked confusedly. Sam looked like he was about to scream. "Oh! It looks like your pikachu is in bad shape." Sam looked at Pikachu. The mouse looked pretty tired. It was panting. "Did it run all the way here?"

"Yeah." Sam replied. "It wouldn't go back inside its poké ball, so I let it stay out. It followed me here." Ray walked over and picked up Pikachu.

"You can't just let your pikachu run around like that. It'll get too tired to battle. We'll heal it." He walked back to the desk. "I need a healing machine for a pokémon that's out of its ball." He said into a microphone. A few minutes later, a stretcher came into the room. It was being pushed by—

"Chansey…" Tito said dully. He was wearing a pink costume that had a pouch containing a fake egg in the front. He was also wearing a nurse's cap like Ray. Sam struggled to hold his laughter.

"Hey Tito… Nice costume… PFFFTTT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Sam was rolling at the sight. Tito glared at him.

"Anyway…" He turned to Ray. "Where's the patient?"

"Right here." Ray replied, holding up Pikachu, who was looking at its trainer like he was a complete nutcase. Tito walked over and Ray handed it to him. He put Pikachu on the stretcher and took it to the back. Sam finally managed to calm down.

"Oh man. I needed that." He said, stifling small giggles as he stood up. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Stop it!" Ray yelled. Sam laughed a bit more before taking a deep breath.

"Whew… Do you know what's up with Otto and Reggie? They wouldn't come out when I visited their house."

"I don't know. I don't think they're sick…" Ray replied, putting on a thinking look.

"Did they get pokémon too?" Sam asked.

"Nope. I don't think Otto would be into that."

"Yeah. He's too into extreme sports. And Reggie?"

"Nah. She's getting mature a tad too fast, if ya ask me." Ray replied before his eyes widened. "Don't tell her I said that!" Sam gave him a weirded out look.

"Don't worry. I won't." He said. "Could you possibly tell me about the Pacific League?"

"The Pacific League?" Ray asked. Sam nodded. "Alright. In Ocean Shores, there are four pokémon gyms where you battle gym leaders to get their badges. Once you get all four badges, you come here to get verified to enter the league. Then, you have to buy a ticket to ride a cruise to Hawaii."

"Hawaii? Sweet! Vacation!" Sam cheered. Ray rolled his eyes.

"Yah. Anyway… In Hawaii, you have to battle one last gym leader before you can participate in the Pacific League competition."

"Ok. That doesn't sound so bad. Where are the gyms at?"

"Let's see…" Ray said, turning to a map of the city. "At Mad Town, the beach, the park, and Bruised Man's Curve."

(A/N: A cookie to whoever can successfully guess the gym leaders or at least what type of pokémon they'll use!)

"Mad Town?" Sam asked. He walked to a nearby window and looked at the skate park. The half pipe was gone and the bowls in the first half of the park were filled with cement. In their place was a battlefield. It was rectangular, had a chalk drawing of a poké ball in the middle, and had two places for the trainers to stand at each end. Sam gave a grimace.

"Ooooohhh… I wonder how Otto would take seeing Mad Town like this." From far away, a low scream was heard. Ray and Sam paid no attention. Sam turned back to Ray. "So which gym is the easiest to battle in?"

"Considering that you got a pikachu as your first pokémon, I'd say it's best to go to the Mad Town and beach gyms first, but you should try to capture some other pokémon before you go to either one." Ray explained.

"That makes sense. Thanks." Just then, Tito came back into the main room with Pikachu. After another period of laughter, Sam left the center with his healed pokémon, who rode on his shoulders.

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"Ok. We gotta find some pokémon to train before we go to our first gym." Sam said. He was going up the hill to his house. Just then, a bird that resembled a sparrow flew by and landed a few feet away. Sam skidded to a stop.

"What's that?" He pointed the pokédex at the bird.

"Spearow, the sharp beak pokémon. This pokémon is extremely protective of its nest and will attack anyone who comes close by. Trainers beware: this pokémon is really tough."

"A spearow, huh? Well, it may be tough, but I need to catch pokémon anyway. Go get it, Pikachu!" Sam ordered. The mouse scoffed.

"Pi ka chu." The pokémon jumped off Sam and crossed its arms.

"Aw come on! I said I was sorry about your tail!"

"Pika." It still refused to battle.

"Fine! I'll catch it all on my own!" Sam picked up a nearby rock and tossed it at the spearow.

::BONK!::

It hit Spearow upside the head. A huge lump came out of its head. Spearow faced the trainer with a hard look. It then turned towards Pikachu.

"Think I might've made a mistake?" Sam asked, backing up a bit.

"P-p-pika…" Pikachu nodded while shuddering. Spearow charged at it.

"Pika!" It yelled as it ran from Spearow's Peck attack.

"Come on! Do something!" Sam yelled. Pikachu ran around a bit before it was cornered against a tree. Spearow flew into the air and dove down to make the final strike. Sam's eyes widened as he thought of a solution.

"Try that thing you did at the lab!" Pikachu's body crackled with electricity and shot an impressive Thunder Shock attack at Spearow, knocking it down. With its body as black as Sam's still was, the bird stood up and made a loud screech. At a nearby tree, an entire flock of spearows flew out. They made their way towards Sam.

"Wait! Don't peck me!" He picked up Pikachu. "Here's the one who shocked your boss!"

"Pika!?" The pokémon looked appalled at its trainer.

"Later!" Sam yelled as he skated, leaving Pikachu behind. Pikachu immediately ran after Sammy. The flock was on its tail.

A few minutes later…

"Woah! You're fast!" Sam yelled to Pikachu, who caught up. He was skating along the beach. "Did we lose them?"

"SPEAR!!!!!!"

"-.- Guess not. AHHHHH!!!" Sam yelled as he increased his speed. Pikachu ran faster and got ahead of him. Pikachu soon ran to the beach, where many spearows swooped down and started pecking it to death.

"Hey! Get away!" Sam yelled as he caught up. He started pulling the birds off Pikachu, not caring about the cuts he was getting from their sharp beaks. The birds wouldn't give up their attack. The beating continued until…

"ATTENTION!!!" A voice roared. The spearows quickly got off of Pikachu and flew into the sky. Sam turned to face his pokémon's savior, Assistant LT. Tice.

"Private Dullard! Is your pikachu ok!?" Sam looked at Pikachu. It was knocked unconscious and seemed to be cut in many areas.

"Uhhh… It looks pretty banged up sir!" The boy replied. Tice nodded.

"Take your pokémon to the pokémon center ASAP! Dismissed!" Sam quickly scooped Pikachu in his arms and skated off for a return visit to the pokémon center.

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Post-chapter Conversation

"And there you have it, folks!" I said. "Will Sam ever figure out what happened to everybody? Will Pikachu recover? Will Tito stop wearing that ridiculous costume?"

"HEY!" Tito's voice was heard yelling. I raised an eyebrow.

"Uhh… Will Otto, Reggie, and Twister get a bigger part in the story?"

"We better!" The trio yelled from afar.

"Find out next time on Rocketmon!"