POKEMON CROSSOVER. I DO NOT OWN POKEMON.
Chapter 1
My mother came bursting into my room. Well, she wasn't exactly my mother, but my guardian. My birth mother had been killed during child birth, and my father had been murdered by a Pokémon. "Chase, are you okay?" she gasped, having her glasses on crooked as if she put them on in a rush.
"I'm fine mom, just the same dream." She got the same sympathetic look on her face she always did.
"Oh." She sat down next to me on my bed and put her arm around me. She never did know how to handle these things, coming from a very big family. We sat there like that for a couple minutes until her face brightened up and she got a big grin on her face "It's your sixteenth birthday today!" she exclaimed, as she straightened out her glasses and pulled her hair back into a tight bun.
"Yeah..." I murmured, just remembering myself. My mother loved Pokémon. So much that she decided to pursue a career in it. Her name was Auria Juniper, and she was this towns Pokémon professor. I always tried to put on a nice face whenever she brought it up, even though I now despised Pokémon, because of the incident with my father. Still smiling, she came back and sat on my bed, dabbing my face with a washcloth.
"Do you have any idea what Pokémon you are going to choose?" she said. I muttered no, but before I could even get through it, she started in to the usual speech, explaining what the three different Unova starter Pokémon were. First was Tepig, the flame pig Pokémon, he was a fire type. Second was Oshawott, the otter Pokémon, this is the one mom had chosen. She still has her Samurott (nicknamed Sam) but he lives at the lab, with the rest of her Pokémon. And last was Snivy, the grass lizard Pokémon. I was definitely not going to get that one, it just seemed so useless. I said I would think about it. "Well, you should hurry up, because being my son has its perks." She was still beaming at me and then she confessed that I get to pick now.
I put on a suspicious look "Mom, it's 3 o' clock in the morning" She then laughed as she grabbed my hand and told me to live a little, as she bolted us out the door and to her lab, which was only down the street. The usual sterile smell of the lab drifted into my nose. I looked around.
This is where I spent most of my afternoons, not because of the Pokémon, but because I had nowhere else to go. The other two people in my town were Cheren and Bianca, who I avoided for multiple reasons. One, because they've been a couple since 7th grade, and are gross. Two, because I've avoided confrontation of many people except my mom since the incident. I was secretly glad I got to do it now, instead of at 10 A.M, with Cheren and Bianca.
Mom skipped over to the table and waved me over with her hand. I looked down at the three poke balls, each with their own insignia of fire, water, or grass on it, which disappears when they are claimed. My mother snapped her fingers and all three of them opened up to reveal the three different Pokémon. The first one I saw was Tepig. He was probably my most practical choice, as of not to follow in the steps of my mom with an Oshawott, and also to avoid a Snivy in general. Next in the line was the Oshawott. I automatically looked away, as of not to be tempted of even wanting to pick that one. And finally my eyes fell on the Snivy. She looked up at me with her big eyes and had her arms crossed across her chest. I had never seen a Pokémon act like this before, as if it wants to be chosen, but is going to be cool about it. The two other ones were literally trying to jump into my arms wanting to be mine. I automatically noticed a lot of things about Snivy. First off, its outer skin was blue instead of green.
"Hey mom, what's up with the Snivy?" She looked down at the Snivy and her eyes widened "Oh my god. That's a shiny Pokémon! I've never in all my life seen one!" She went on to explain how some Pokémon are born with unnatural skin colors, and are very rare. I wasn't listening though. I was paying attention to something else. The Snivy's eyes. Inside the Snivy's eyes, I saw my fathers. Without thinking I pointed to the Snivy and said "I want that one."
My mother looked shocked. She of all people knew my dislike of Pokémon, especially of Snivy. "O..Okay" she said, confused. She put Snivy back in her poke ball and handed her to me. She asked if I'd like to nickname my Snivy. I thought about it. But then I knew it.
"Samantha, like Sam. So I'll have something to remember you by when I go on my journey" Her eyes welled up in tears as she gave me a big hug. As soon as we were done hugging, Samantha popped out of her poke ball. "Huh?" I thought. But then she coiled herself around my neck, and fell asleep. My mother smiled and I realized that this might not be so bad.