(Gible, Ambipom)
"Gible, gib!" A male, happy Gible was being hand fed by his trainer, Chris.
Chris smiled, "Aw Gible, you sure like these new Poke'chips I got you, don't you?"
Gible eagerly nodded his head. They were delicious to pokemon, but not to humans, of course. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon for Chris and his pokemon. Chris just started his journey about a couple of weeks ago. He originally wanted to start of in the Sinnoh region since that's what his father did when he was his age, but Chris really wants to go to the Kanto region. He heard it was great there. But for the weekend, he decided that he wanted to visit his parents. His father was so proud that he started his journey, but as for his mother...not so much. She didn't like the thought of her "little boy" wandering off into a dangerous world. But she allowed her son to explore. Chris' mother isn't really all that fond of pokemon either. She claims that they'll just make a mess or harm her special, little boy.
"See guys...this is my room." Chris smiled and lead his pokemon into his room. "We'll be staying here for a couple of nights and then we're going to go to the Kanto region first thing on Monday morning, okay?"
"Gible, gib!" The little dragon pokemon jumped onto Chris' blue bed and snuggled up onto one of his pillows.
"Snuggly, isn't it Gible?"
"Gib!" He nodded and dozed off.
Chris looked around his room. It's hard to believe he'll be making less frequent visits here. For ten years, he lived in the same house, in the same town, that's in the Sinnoh region, and in the same room.
"Heh...well don't get used to this Gible. When the weekend is over, back to sleeping bags and the great outdoors," Chris chuckled.
Gible ignored Chris and kept on snoozing. Once Gible was settled in, Chris shut the door to his room and pulled out his other pokeball. He then threw the pokeball on the floor. An Ambipom emerged from it.
"Ambi!" The male monkey cheered.
"Sh! My mother will freak if she knew I got a pokemon that's a monkey...so we gotta keep you a secret." Chris ordered.
Ambipom frowned; he didn't like that he had to lay on the down low for the weekend. Chris' mother hates monkeys. She had a bad experience with a Primeape as a child. So now she assumes all monkey pokemon are bad. So if his mother found out that he had an Ambipom, she would freak out. Chris wishes his mother would be like other moms. Not judgemental and be supportive, but he knows that's not going to ever change. Chris sighed and sat on his bed, Ambipom followed and snuggled up to his trainer. Chris smiled and lightly scratched Ambipom's head; he practically melted in his hands. A strong smell of meatloaf filled the house.
"Mmm," Chris purred, "my favorite...I hope she makes mashed potatos, too."
"Dinner time!" His mother chimed from downstairs.
Chris smiled and jumped out of the bed, starving now.
"Okay...Gible and Ambipom, you two wait here until I come back, okay?"
Gible and Ambipom both nodded their heads.
"Got any gym badges yet, son?" A bearded man boomed from across the dinner table, chuckling as doing so. It was obvious that he was very proud of his son.
"Um, not yet dad," Chris mumbled, shoving mashed potatos in his mouth.
"Good!" The mother chirped.
The large built, bearded man rolled his eyes at his wife. She just smiled back at him and gently began eating her meal. She used her fork and knife to cut her meatloaf, while the man across just gobbled it all up.
"How about any battles?" His father practically yelled across the table, "You win any yet?"
Chris paused, "Well, actually I di-"
"That's enough!" The mother shouted, "It's bad enough you left home, but now you're involved with...pokemon!" She shuddered at the word 'pokemon'.
She paused, fixed her curley blonde hair and smiled; she gently cooed, "Honey, my little boy, why don't you just forget about this pokemon nonsence and just come back home with mommy?"
The father growled and slammed his fist on the table, making a loud noise.
"Martha, leave the boy alone already!" He glared at his wife, "Let the boy live for once! You're smothering him!"
Martha bit her lip and quietly went back to eating. Now that was over with the father turned to Chris and beamed at him.
"Now son, when I was your age, I had at least four gym badges in one day!" The father chuckled, "I started out in the Sinnoh region, of course and the battles seemed so easy! I had a lot of pokemon too!"
"Like what?" Chris chewed on the meatloaf.
"Ah, son, I had a lot. Mostly monkey type pokemon...like a Primeape, Mankeys, some Pansages and even an Ambipom or two. Son, I just love monkey pokemon."
Martha was cringing and shuddering. She hated this conversation.
"Why did you like monkey pokemon?" Chris pondered.
"Well, son, I think monkeys are very unpredictable, good for battles! You always want an element of surprise on your opponents!" The father chuckled, "Very powerful too, but I didn't just have monkey pokemon. I had all sorts of pokemon, you name it."
The mother was obviously suffering from hearing all of this. She wanted them to stop, but didn't want her husband to yell at her again.
"Son, what pokemon do you have?" The bearded man eagerly asked.
Chris was now put on the spot again. He didn't want to reveal his pokemon to his mother because she would either faint or lecture him about how pokemon are strictly forbidden to her.
"Well...I don't really have much yet..."
"Don't worry about it," the father chuckled, "why don't you show me them right now? Right here!"
"Um..." Chris paused, his eyes darted to his mother. She was not happy about this at all.
"Go on boy...go!" The father demanded, smiling from ear to ear.
Pressured by his father, Chris excused himself from the table and reluctantly fetched his pokemon.
"Larry, how could you do this to me?" Chris heard his mother scream from the top of the stairs. "You know I hate those...creatures!"
"Martha, get over it! The boy has already started his journey and I bet he has wonderful pokemon!" He yelled across the table. "You need to let him be a kid...for crying out loud!"
"I can't allow this!"
Chris heard every word of their fight and so did his pokemon.
"Gible?" Gible and Ambipom felt uncomfortable.
"Come on guys...return." Chris withdraw his pokemon back in their pokeballs. Then he decided if he should go back downstairs or not.
"Beautiful!" The father boomed, squating down to the pokemon's height. He was checking out the pokemon's well being: the height, weight, bold color and even feeling his muscles. "Wow, you caught yourself a strong one here!"
Gible smiled and proudly posed for the father. "Gible!"
"Thanks dad."
The mother was nowhere in sight. She ran out of the room and most likely went into the bedroom with the door locked, just incase.
"Ambipom!" The purple monkey climbed up on the dad's broad shoulders.
"I knew you got yourself a monkey pokemon," the father beamed, petting the cheerful monkey on his head.
"I met Ambipom in a forest, he followed me," Chris began, "and he just wouldn't leave me alone after that." He chuckled, petting his pokemon.
"Chris...you know your mother means well. I hope she doesn't discourage you. I want you to keep going with this journey and I'm proud of you son!" The father hugged his son.
"I know...but why does she do this to me? Doesn't she want me to be happy?" Chris sighed.
"Of course...she just doesn't understand. But don't let her get you down, okay?"
And with that Chris smiled and vowed he would continue his journey until it ends...with the help of his pokemon.