New Beginnings
A young boy slowly got up from his bed. He dressed himself in yellow and black shorts, a red sweater, and put on his favorite black and yellow cap that matched his shorts. He swung it backward and walked down the stairs to the kitchen, where his mom was waiting.
"Oh Silver, you're finally awake!" Silver yawned as his mother grabbed something from the counter and handed it to him.
"This is your Pokegear! It's back from the repair shop!"
Oh yeah, last week I accidentally dropped it in the lake… "Remember, last week you tried throwing it at a Pidgey?" Silver sighed.
"Now Silver, this acts as a phone. You don't need to know the phone numbers because it automatically stores it for you! It also has the function of a clock! Wow, isn't that convenient?"
"Uh… Mom, I know how it works already…"
Silver hooked the Pokegear to his wrist and sat down for breakfast.
"Silver, Professor Elm said he wanted to see you. Go to his lab after breakfast, okay?" "Sure…"
Silver walked out the door and looked at the lab. It was bigger than his house, obviously. It had two circular windows at the front.
But the thing that stood out to Silver was the red haired boy peering into one of the windows at the side.
Silver walked to the boy, who turned around when he heard Silver.
"What are you staring at?" The boy shoved Silver onto the ground.
What was that for? I don't have time for a fight. I need to go to the professor's lab.
Silver pushed the incident out of his mind and walked in the lab. He saw Professor Elm talking to one of his assistants.
"Hey Professor!" "Silver! Good to see you!" He said a couple more things to his assistant, then motioned for Silver to come closer.
"I want you to run an errand for me. Mr. Pokemon, who lives a bit north of Cherrygrove City, picks up odd things. They usually aren't important, but this time he swears it's something good. I don't have enough time to go myself. So can you go?"
"Aren't there wild Pokemon along the way that are supposedly dangerous?"
Professor Elm pointed to the table beside Silver. "Don't you think I've already thought of that? Here, you can have one of the Pokemon as your partner."
"A Pokemon? Wow, thanks!"
"Go on, pick one!" Silver stared at the three Pokeballs sitting next to each other on the lab table.
"I think I'll have the Totodile." Professor Elm took the Pokeball that had a sticker of a water drop on it. He then handed it to Silver.
Silver opened the Pokeball, and a blue crocodile Pokemon materialized.
"Totodile!" It happily said.
Professor Elm knelt down to Totodile's height. "Silver here is going to be your trainer. Protect him from the wild Pokemon, okay?"
The Totodile responded by jumping up and down with a toothy smile.
"So Silver, I guess you should g-" Before the professor could finish, a girl burst through the doors.
"Hi Professor Elm!" "Oh hello Kris!" "Well, Kris, what are you doing here?" His next-door neighbor turned her gaze to Silver. She had on a white, long-sleeved sweater over her red shirt. She also wore tight black and yellow shorts.
"Hey Sil! Looks like you got your first Pokemon! I'm here to get mine too!"
Silver looked at her. "YOU are going to get a Pokemon? Don't make me laugh."
Kris returned his look. "Well, let's just see who owns who in a Pokemon match!" "Heh, says someone who didn't even get her Pokemon yet."
"Now, now you two. There will be time for battling later. Mr. Pokemon is expecting Silver, so you go on ahead."
"Okay, see ya Professor Elm!"
"Finish it with Scratch!" Totodile swept his claws at the wild Sentret, leaving a gash on the now knocked out Pokemon.
"Good job Totodile!" The blue crocodile jumped up and down. "You sure are a hyper Pokemon. You've already beaten 5 wild Pokemon without taking a rest!" Totodile simply smiled, flashing his sharp teeth, and continued jumping up and down.
"Okay, come on! We need to get to Mr. Pokemon's house!" Silver returned his Totodile and continued walking along Route 29 toward Cherrygrove City.
When Silver reached Cherrygrove City, he realized it was quite small. It was made up of small houses, a Pokemon Center, and a Mart. There was an old man standing next to the entrance to the city.
"Well hello sonny boy!" "Uh… hi… uh… mister old dude!" "Would you like a tour of the city?" "No, since I could probably walk around it in ten minutes." "Come on sonny boy! Just keep me company!" "Fine, but stop calling me sonny boy!" "Alright, sonny boy!" And with that, the old man dragged Silver to the Pokemon Center.
"This is a Pokemon Center! You can heal your Pokemon here for free!" The old man then dragged Silver to a building that had a sign with "Mart" on it.
"Here's the Pokemart! You can buy stuff here like Potions and Pokeballs, but I hear they ran out of Pokeballs yesterday." Silver was pulled to the edge of the city where there was a lake.
For an old guy, he's pretty strong…
"This is water!"
He's also not too bright…
Silver was finally dragged to a small house.
"Here's my house! And for staying with me, I'll give you this map card that turns your Pokegear into a map of the whole Johto region!" The old man reached into his pocket, took out a thin card, and jammed it into the device on Silver's wrist. He then walked inside his house, leaving Silver outside.
"Uh… thanks!"
After healing his Totodile, Silver continued onto Route 30.
Silver took out Totodile's Pokeball and flung it at the ground, releasing his Pokemon.
"Since you are always so hyper, I think it would be better if you walked with me outside your Pokeball." "Totodile!"
Silver tried starting a conversation.
"Do you like the way your name is now?" "To?" "What I'm trying to say is, do you want a nickname?" "Dile!" "Let's see… Fang? Nah… Typhoon? Too destructive-sounding… Kroc? Too plain… (and already taken in Castle of the Howling Moon)…How about Gator? Hm…but…sigh… this is too hard!"
Totodile just jumped up and down, as if he really didn't care.
Silver was still deciding on a nickname when a kid yelled, "Hey, you wanna battle?" Silver looked up.
"Huh?" Silver scanned the little boy. He had a cap on, like him, white shirt, and white pants. "Oh okay. I choose Totodile!" "Go Rattata!"
Totodile opened his mouth wide and showed off all his teeth, scaring the rat.
"Bite it!" "Rattata, dodge, then Quick Attack!"
The blue crocodile rushed toward the Rattata with his jaws chomping up and down. The rat nimbly dodged, then slammed itself at Totodile.
"Ahh! Counter with Water Gun!" A stream of water squirted out of Totodile's mouth, which connected with Rattata.
"Wow, you're pretty good! Use Quick Attack again!" The Rattata burst forward in a white flash. However, it was met by a barrage of hi-powered bubbles which were fired by Totodile. The rat tried Quick Attack again, but this time it couldn't move as fast, which resulted in it getting blasted by Water Gun.
"Well, I figured your Rattata was fast, so I decided to slow it down with Bubble! Now finish it with Tackle!" Totodile lowered his shoulder and rammed Rattata into a tree, knocking it out.
The kid returned his defeated Pokemon. "Your Totodile is amazing. Here's some cash for winning." Silver took the money and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Thanks a lot!" "Well, seeya!" Then the kid ran off.
Silver went to his Totodile and said, "Congrats, little buddy! We just won our first trainer battle!"
The same old reaction of jumping up and down came from the overly hyper Totodile. But this time, it was jumping up and down on a cluster of flowers, trampling them.
"Hm… the little guy is destructive… Maybe Typhoon will work as his nickname. Totodile, come here!" The crocodile stopped killing the plants and walked to Silver.
"I've decided on a nickname. You will be known as Typhoon!" The Totodile looked at Silver for a moment, then nodded. But he soon forgot as he went back to jumping on the flowers.
"Sigh…"
Mr. Pokemon's house wasn't too interesting. It was a one-roomed house that was pink and white on the outside.
Silver went to the door, which opened when he knocked. He walked in to find two men talking, one had on a lab coat and the other dressed in black. The one in black turned at Silver.
"Why you must be Silver!" "Yeah…" "You're here for Professor Elm, correct?" "Yeah…" "So you'll be taking the thing I have for Elm, right?" "Yeah…" "Okay, here it is!"
Silver looked at the oval object that had markings all around it.
"It looks like a poorly done art project…" "It's a Pokemon Egg. Elm will no doubt get some interesting research off of this!"
Silver took out a cloth from his pack and carefully wrapped it around the egg. He then put it inside his pack, all safe and snug.
"Ok, I'm leaving, Mr. Pokemon!" "Bye!"
He was going for the door when the other man stopped him.
"Silver!" "Huh?" "I'm Oak, a Pokemon researcher. I know you'll be a great trainer someday, so I want you to have this!"
Oak handed a red device to Silver. Silver looked at it, and clicked it open. The top part opened back, while the middle switched off to the side. Inside resembled a Game Boy, with the screen, buttons, and control pad.
"It helps you keep track off all the Pokemon you've caught and seen. Now, try to catch as many Pokemon as you can!"
"Thanks Professor Oak!" "I gotta get back to Goldenrod for my radio station." Oak ran out the door and got on a bike that was hidden behind a bush.
Silver walked out with Typhoon trailing behind him. Suddenly, his Pokegear rang. He raised his wrist and looked at the device. He took it off his wrist, jabbed the "receive message" icon, and held it to his ear.
"H-hello? Silver? It's a disaster!" "Professor Elm? What's a disa—Wait a minute. How'd you get my number?" "Your mom. She was kind enough to walk to my lab and—AH! This isn't the time! Come back to the lab immediately!" Then Professor Elm hung up.
Silver was puzzled by the call. But he returned to Cherrygrove, healed Typhoon, then was just about to continue down Route 29 when someone approached him.
"I challenge you to a battle!"
A/N:I forgot to mention that the dialogue in the fic will be different from the game's. Yay! I got some reviews!
Digital Skitty: I didn't expect to get any reviews so soon. It took a week for my first fic to get a single review.
Blue Eyes White Knight: Just between you and me, I think I might add the Pokemon Snagger from Orre into this fic somewhere.
Voidmoon: I'm not a government agent! tries hiding shotgun behind back. I'm…uh… the ice cream man! Yeah! And this isn't a shotgun! This is a …uh…black…weirdly shaped…ice cre—oh forget it! pulls the trigger.