Ethan was exited. Today was the day that he would get his first Pokémon from Professor Oak! He knew which one he was going to pick, too. He had put a lot of thought into it, and he decided that he would be choosing Bulbasaur. While it isn't a very common starter, it was a well-rounded one, and it could do good against the first two gyms. He looked at the clock, counting down the seconds until he had to leave; 5...4...3...2...1... HE then ran out the door after shouting bye to his mom. He ran all the way from his house to Professor Oak's lab, and practically knocked down the door as he burst in. He ran up to where Professor Oak was talking to two people: his grandson, Jake Oak and a girl he only saw briefly around Pallet Town, Leaf.
"Ah, there you are!" said Oak as Ethan ran up next to Leaf. "Well, now that everyone is here, let's get on with the picks!" said Oak. "Leaf, since you were here first, you get first pick." He said, gesturing towards the table that had the poke balls on it. Leaf walked up and grabbed a pokeball.
"Go, Squirtle!" called Leaf as the little blue turtle appeared out of his pokeball.
"Squir, squir!" it called, flexing its muscles. Leaf and Oak laughed.
"Alright, your turn, Jake." said the professor as Jake walked up to the table and grabbed a pokeball.
"Go, Charmander!" called Ethan's rival, and the orange lizard appeared out of his pokeball, and instantly ran around behind Jake's legs.
"Welp, looks like I get Bulbasaur!" called Ethan cheerily as he walked up to the table. He opened the pokeball... and found it empty. "What?" Ethan asked, staring at the pokeball quizzically. Oak sighed.
"Before any of you got here, another kid arrived named Lucas. He chose Bulbasaur as his starter Pokémon and left with it. I'm sorry Ethan, you arrived too late, and I have no more starters with me right now." said Oak sadly as he shook his head. Ethan sat there in shock as the words settled in. There were no more starters, he wouldn't be able to get a starter for another year...
He ran outside and into the forest beside the town. He ran until he found a boulder, and he sat on it and cried for a few minutes before he stopped and wiped his eyes. He then stood up and starting walking back the way, he came. At least, he thought he was, until he realized he was lost. He then looked around, trying to remember where he came from, when suddenly a Pidgeotto jumped out of some tall grass and glared at Ethan menacingly. Ethan stood still and looked down. He realized he stepped into the Pidgeotto's nest. He then took a step back, turned around and started running as the Pidgeotto chased after him.
"Bulb use Tackle!" shouted a voice to Ethan's left. He turned and watched as a Bulbasaur lunged out of a bush and slammed into the Pidgeotto. Then somebody walked out of the bushes that the Bulbasaur had just come from. "Now, use Vine Whip!" he shouted, and the Bulbasaur lashed out with its vines and smacking the Pidgeotto into the ground. "Go, pokeball!" he cried as he threw a pokeball. It shook a few times, until it stopped with a soft ding. "Nice! Hey, you okay?" asked the trainer, walking up and picking up the pokeball that now contained the Pidgeotto off the ground.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ethan grumbled. "Just a little lost. Can you help me find my way back to Pallet Town?"
"Sure, follow me!" He said as we both started walking. "Hey, I noticed that you seem to be 11, and today is the day that Oak is handing out starters, and you have a trainer's backpack and outfit, along with a thin, rectangular bulge in your pocket that looks like a trainer card, so why do you not have a starter?" he asked me as we walked along.
Ethan looked at the ground. "There were only three today, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. I arrived last so I didn't get one, as Bulbasaur, the one I wanted, was gone before we even got there." Ethan told the trainer.
"Ah, well, that would probably be my fault, as... DUCK" he suddenly shouted. I did, and a Nidoran M jumped out of some tall grass, aiming a Peck at me. Suddenly I got an idea. If this trainer will lend me a Pokémon, then maybe... I thought.
"Hey!" I yelled to the trainer as he turned to look at me. "Would you mind letting me borrow a Pokémon and a pokeball to catch this Pokémon as my starter?" I asked him. He grabbed a pokeball from hi belt.
"Sure thing!" he called, tossing two pokeballs to me, one heavier than the other, and I assumed that was the one with the Pokémon in it.
"Go, Pokémon!" I called, tossing the Pokeball onto the field, and out came... "An Eevee?!" I cried, looking to the trainer, which I assume is Lucas, in awe and shock. I looked back to the Nidoran and opened my BatlNav, which tells me what moves my Pokémon knows, how much health they have remaining, and how much experience they have into their level, along with their level. I looked at in and saw that Eevee was level 8 and knew Helping Hand, Tackle, Tail Whip, and Sand Attack. "Eevee, use Tail Whip!" The Eevee whipped its tail back and forth in front of the Nidoran, lowering its defense. The Nidoran lunged at Eevee with its horn glowing, using Peck, and slammed into Eevee.
"Eevee, use Tail Whip!" I called again, and the Nidoran's defense fell once more, as it used Leer on Eevee, lowering its defense. "Now Eevee, hit em' with Tackle!" Eevee slammed into the Nidoran, knocking it into low health. "Now, go, pokeball!" I shouted, throwing the pokeball at the Nidoran.
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"Yeah, I have my first Pokemon! Thanks for letting me borrow this Eevee." I said, giving Lucas the pokeball.
"Keep it." Lucas told me. I looked at him in shock.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, still not believing my ears.
"Yeah, my family has an Eevee breeding center. Recently, Team Rocket has been going after them and, er, profiting from them, making them become endangered. My family decided to make an Eevee Breeding Center. The hope that one day, they can have a giant Breeding Center for every Pokemon in the world." Lucas told me, pushing my hand towards me and away from him.
"Hey, thanks man!" I told Lucas as we both walked into Pallet Town. We both walked our separate ways. I walked home with two pokeballs on my belt. "I'm home!" I called into the house as I walked in.
"What took you so long? Which starter did you pick?" My mom asked from the couch.
"Long story." I told her. "I'll tell everyone over dinner." After my mom, dad, and my 16-year-old sister Chloe (whose starter pokemon was Squirtle because it was "the cutest of them all") sat down for dinner, I told them all what happened. After dinner, I went upstairs to bed.