***Hello! I hope that you enjoyed the eerie prologue! This story will be generally upbeat until the middle, when we hit Nimbasa. Then it gets a little serious. So! Sit back, and enjoy this crazy retelling of Pokemon white! If you like it, shoot me a comment to let me know!

One time disclaimer: pokemon and all of its characters is owned by Gamefreak and not archnemesisnae***

"White gets to pick first. It was delivered to her house, after all," Cheren said simply, leaning on the computer desk in White's small girlish room.

"Good idea!" Bianca said in between deep huffs of breath. She was still out of breath after being late and running to White's house.

White fluffed her bushy ponytail a little, and took one of the fallen curls by her collarbone into her fingers. She spun it around her fingers nervously.

"Are you two sure?" she had no idea which one she wanted, and yet Cheren and Bianca had both hinted to her on multiple occasions that they were really wanting certain pokemon from this group.

"Of course!" Bianca lightly pushed White towards the opened green package on her bookshelf, "Go for it!"

White inhaled deeply and placed her hand over one of the pokeballs. Heat was radiating from the container as if the creature inside was fired up for battle. White closed her eyes as her fingers hovered above the ball. In a way, it spoke to her.

If you choose me, I promise that I'll fight for you with all of my firepower! We'll become the strongest team ever!

White's eyes opened and she moved on to the next ball. The pokemon she just looked over seemed to have a firey will. She couldn't explain it, but White felt that his idea of an adventure was not aligned with hers.

Her hand floated over another pokeball, and she couldn't help but smile. Happiness seemed to flow forth from it, and all of her nervousness was washed away as she could almost feel the palm of her hand tickle. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

If you choose me, I promise that we will always be laughing! We can blow bubbles, hang out on the beach, splash in puddles, anything as long as it's fun!

While the idea of fun was very tempting to White, she shifted her hand to the next ball. She was very indecisive about why she even wanted to go on this journey. Cheren wanted to become the best and strongest trainer in the entire Unova region by challenging each one of the gyms and the elite four. Bianca wanted to go and become free from her overprotective family. She wanted the opportunity to live and have fun on her own. White just wasn't sure why she wanted to go. She didn't really have any desire to become the best trainer, and she was a little nervous about leaving her mother at home alone. The experience itself would be enough to satisfy her, but she still could not answer her own question.

What do I want out of this adventure? White thought as her hand extended to the last pokemon, and it echoed in her thoughts very comforting words.

If you choose me, I promise to give you my undying loyalty. If you take care of me, I will in turn take care of you. Our partnership will grow and flourish if you're willing to take the time to nurture it.

She lifted the small red and white pokeball. It was heavier than she anticipated, and she looked at it with wonder. She wanted to meet her new friend that spoke to her, and so, with just her willing it, the pokeball popped open. A flash of light flew from the ball, and began to materialize on the floor. In an instant, a small green pokemon was standing in the center of her bedroom with its leafy arms folded. Its large mahogany eyes met hers and it smirked.

"Snivy," it said, quickly introducing itself.

Cheren's jaw loosened and Bianca breathed a sigh of relief.

"What made you pick Snivy?" Cheren said quietly, trying to hide a smirk of his own. He seemed pretty happy that it wasn't another pokemon.

"I felt like he could be a good partner," White said. She got down on her knees on the old pink rug that covered her wood floor in her room. She extended her hand to the small lizard-like pokemon and it put its tiny hand into hers.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm White," she said as sweetly as she could. Snivy gave her a small nod. He seemed to have an air of arrogance, but she could also tell that he was already very caring towards her.

"I'll take this one!" Bianca said while absentmindedly snatching a pokeball and nearly knocking the big green package off the bookshelf.

"Wait a second!" Cheren exclaimed, but not before Bianca pressed the center button of the sphere. Out popped a tiny blue and white pokemon with a shell on its belly.

"Oshawatt!" It exclaimed with vigor as Bianca squealed with equal excitement. Cheren sighed from complete relief and quickly grabbed the final pokeball from the package. Snivy inched its way towards White's legs in an effort to get away from Bianca and Oshawatt's obnoxious banter. With another flash of light, a little black and orange pokemon emerged from Cheren's pokeball. It let out a snort of smoke and looked at his new trainer with determination and a big grin.

"Tepig." It introduced itself without expending much energy. Cheren kneeled down and ruffled Tepig's big, velvety black ears. He then straightened his glasses on the bridge of his nose and shot a glare at Bianca, who was now spinning around in circles with Oshawatt in her arms.

"I wanted Tepig anyway," Cheren said stiffly. Bianca didn't even notice but White let out a giggle from Cheren's snide remark. She looked down at Snivy who seemed to be eyeing the other pokemon with contempt. Clearly he wasn't the type to play nice with others and the thought made White bite her lip. This would not be an easy trip if Snivy wasn't willing to be a team player.

"Hey Snivy," White called her tiny green pokemon's attention to her. He looked a little relieved when she began to try speaking to him. He seemed to understand the human language well enough, so she continued.

"How would you like to go on an adventure with me? We'll meet lots of friends and challenge all of the gyms. I think we might be able to get pretty far. What do you think?" She asked him while nervously twirling some of her hair between her fingers.

Snivy studied White's face for a moment. Her eyes were large with anticipation. Snivy shrugged and gave one firm nod of his head. White let out a sigh of relief and stretched out her arms. Snivy walked up to her cautiously and she picked him up. He went slightly stiff and tried to look indifferent about his predicament. The corner of his mouth, however, couldn't help but twitch into a little smile. He was happy that White seemed to be a caring trainer.

"We are going to leave immediately after thanking Professor Juniper," White said while turning to face her friends with her little green friend in her arms.

"Wait! I have an idea! Let's have a battle!" Bianca said while setting Oshawatt down. Oshawatt looked ready to go, and Snivy looked up at White expectantly. She shrugged.

"You want to?" she asked him. Again her big blue eyes looked down at him hopefully. Already he couldn't say no to her, and he leapt from her arms and landed gracefully on the floor. He lazily folded his arms and sized up his opponent through his half lidded eyes. He let out a carefree yawn, which sent Oshawatt over the edge with anger. Tepig snorted with laughter.

"This is a terrible idea. What if we mess White's room up?" Cheren said scolding Bianca as he always did.

"Oh Cheren! They are so small and so cute! What's the worst they can do?" Bianca pointed to Snivy and called for Oshawatt to charge. White and Snivy got caught slightly off guard when Oshawatt slammed into Snivy' side. Snivy went skidding towards White. Something inside of White stirred. The normally indecisive girl glanced down at her pokemon. She judged how much the hit hurt Snivy and decided to see if her calculations had been correct.

"You ok?" she asked him. He leapt up at the sound of her voice. He nodded his head and quietly folded his arms again, waiting on her instruction. It reaffirmed what White saw. Oshawatt wasn't very strong in the physical department, well, not yet at least. Now it was time to test Snivy's power out a little bit.

"Tackle it!"

Snivy took off with a dash and traded the hit with Oshawatt. Before Snivy landed the hit, White noticed how nervous Oshawatt seemed when Snivy glared at him. It almost caused him to flinch and brace for the impact rather than skip out of the way of the forward charge that Snivy had taken. This gave White a really great idea as Bianca commanded Oshawatt to get up and tackle their opponent with all of his might.

Snivy glanced to White for instruction once Oshawatt got up.

"Glare at it, Snivy. Use leer," Snivy turned to the charging pokemon and gave it its best glare. Oshawatt fell for it completely. The tiny blue otter got nervous and tried to stop his charge immediately. Velocity was not on his side as he tripped and fell on its back, leaving its belly weak and unprotected.

"Tackle to finish it!" White snapped her fingers and pointed to the fallen Oshawatt. Snivy followed her orders quickly and efficiently. After the hit, Oshawatt's eyes were spiraling, and he passed out.

Bianca called back Oshawatt into his pokeball, and she and Cheren looked at White with amazement. White was giving Snivy a little high five when they shuffled up to her. She called Snivy back to his pokeball and looked at her friends happily.

"Thanks for the battle, Bianca! I think Snivy got a lot stronger because of it."

"How did you do all of that?" Bianca said with wonder.

"Do what, exactly?" White asked curiously.

"You knew Oshawatt's weakness and exploited it after only observing it in battle for mere minutes," Cheren straightened his glasses and put his hands thoughtfully to his chin, "I have a long way to go to catch up to your deductive skills, White."

"You looked so cool and natural during the whole thing too! I would have thought you were a pokemon master already," Bianca said giving White a pat on the back.

"Oh come on. You must have seen the way Oshawatt looked at Snivy. He looked completely intimidated. And of course his belly was his weakness! His little arms are always trying to cover it up," White explained, assuming her friends noticed everything that she saw like a bright neon signal. She felt stupid even explaining it to them.

The three agreed to meet at Professor Juniper's lab within a half an hour. It was already noon and they were running a little late on their schedule. The three of them looked between one another as they eyed White's now messy room, but the urge to leave outweighed the guilt to clean. White walked her friends downstairs, and they left quickly to say farewell to their parents. White looked at her own mother who stood in front of the entrance to their kitchen downstairs in the main hallway of their house. She held out her arms and White went crashing into her embrace.

"It's going to be hard for me for a little while, so don't complain if I call you multiple times a day," her mother said.

"Ok, mom," White said snuggling into her mom's shoulder, "I won't."

"Good."

Her mother pulled away to look at her and began to tear up.

"Have fun on your journey. I just, well, don't leave me the way your Dad did, ok?"

Every time her mother spoke about her father it devastated White. She had never even met the man, nor did she care to meet him. All she knew is that he left her mom a very long time ago, almost right after White was born.

"I would never. Ever." White said very seriously. Her mother hugged her tenderly again.

"Don't fall for the first boy you meet either!" he mother said squeezing her closely.

White rolled her eyes.

"Geez, mother," she snorted and backed away from the hug to look at her mom. White raised an eyebrow and looked at her mother skeptically.

"Allright! I know! You're a big girl now! 17 and all grown up! Just don't put out on the first date otherwise mistakes happen…"

"REALLY mother!" White shrieked and put her fingers in her ears. White was blushing profusely and her mother laughed at her daughter's childish reaction.

"I'll miss you. Please stop by if you get the chance, all right?"

"All right," White said, trying to put on her most brave and confident smile for her mom. She twisted the door handle to their old wooden front door.

"I love you! Oh and my room is kind of messed up…" White began meekly. Her mother shook her head.

"Love you too. Oh, and here's your map! Don't forget that!"