Chapter 1:

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The alarm clock went off.

Three consecutive beeps followed, announcing to the world what time it was.

8am in the morning, the sun shone brightly over Pallet Town.

A boy with rough black hair was lying in bed, comfortably wrapped in blankets and Pokemon plushies.

Beep Beep Beep.

Red's eyes snapped open.

This was the day he waited for. 10 years of his life had he prepared for this and now, finally the

a moment had arrived.

When he came into this world he made himself a promise. That he would become the very best, like no one ever was.

But not just that, no far from it.

Being a Pokemon Champion? That was already done multiple times, he wouldn't be very original if he managed to do that and since every region had their own Champion it wouldn't give him much bragging rights. Nor was there any skill involved. Anyone could become Pokémon Champion.

How about Pokémon Master? What did that even mean? Red didn't know the precise answer, and neither did the world. And with how fast talent was being created in Kanto, it would only be a measly 30 years before some young twink would overtake his position.

But Red was determined to leave a mark on the world. To prove himself to be the very best, like no one ever was.

And there was only one way to do it. To assert his utter dominance over everyone.

To make himself the true one and only best Pokémon trainer.

He would become the world champion faster than anyone had ever done.

Red grinned. 10 years of his life he had dedicated to this. No one in this world would be allowed to even be near his level. He plays a whole different game than all those extras and if anyone even dared to try and match his battlestyle, they'd conform to him.

Red took a deep breath. He'd set a world record pace.

With one dynamic banana pivot, Red swung himself out of bed, using the momentum of his fall to cross the final few meters and grab his running shoes. He stomped his foot down on them and tied his shoelaces using the Ian's Knot method and grabbed his clothes from the floor, all in one swinging motion and then he was off.

Exactly as planned. I laid out my clothes in the optimal position so I could put them on as fast as possible.

"Reddddd." His mom's voice came up the stairs.

No time to answer.

Red raced down the stairs, his eyes locked on the front door.

He froze for a second as his feet touched the final flight of stairs, and he realized what he saw. A closed door.

That door wasn't closed yesterday. It's supposed to be open. He felt a cold chill catch up to him.

"Honey? Today is you—"

Red charged past her, still putting on his clothes and his eyes dancing with furious determination.

Red scanned the room. He had the route planned the night before and he knew that going through the door would result in a 5 second timeloss.

He scanned around, looking for a missing link. Something that would help him put himself ahead of all the other newbies from pallet town that were looking for a brief moment of fame.

He couldn't be one of them, never.

As Red looked at the closed door, the 5 second time loss, he could only see his future falling apart around him. He would be one of the normal champions. A mere child prodigy. His road to mediocrity was forming around him and he could already see the future champions from the other regions following in his footsteps, and then leaving him in the dust.

How? How can this be? I thought I had everything routed.

NEVER!

Red slid across the floor and turned 90 degrees.

If there's no route to victory. Then I'll force my own way!

"Are you okay dear?" his mom asked.

Red smiled. "Thanks mom, for always believing in me, send the bill later."

He took off, his legs exploded into action and every fiber was stretched to its ultimate limit as his brain calculated the perfect strategy for victory.

He had crossed the room in one step, his hand gripped around the side of the table to give himself extra leverage, and he pushed himself forward, towards the window.

Red twisted his body to the side so his shoulder and thighs would absorb the initial blow. The glass cracked and shattered and he felt it fall away under him.

The cold outside air greeted Red as he dropped down onto the grass, glass shards raining around him.

From behind him, he heard his mother's scream.

Red rolled forward to break his fall and spread the impact of hitting the ground across his body. He let out a grunt and got up in one fluid leap. He stepped forward and was on the run, cutting through the garden at a breakneck pace, shaking the shards of glass out of his clothes and hair as he was doing so.

In the distance he could see Professor's Oak's lab. Shining and brimming with opportunities.

That's where they forge champions and heroes. Kids come in, trained soldiers come out.

The people of Pallet town looked up as the red flash dashed past them. Some of them could only yell out undignified as Red almost ran through them.

I am not here to play nice or become friends with you.

As the doors of the lab closed in, Red dared to peek at his watch.

He was 2 seconds ahead of schedule.

The next second Red slammed through the doors of Professor Oak's labs.

Oak stared at the small child that stood in front of him, hung over, hair disheveled and clothes stained and rasping heavy breathes.

Yet, although it looked like he had crawled his way out of hell, the look in Red's eyes was far from lost or defeated. Instead it was almost as if he was possessed. They were almost glowing demonically.

"Squirtle," Red rasped. "I pick Squirtle. Right now."

A/N I do not own Pokémon but I was inspired by some people to write my own Pokémon fanfiction. I mainly want to thank Muffin the King Rat and Fox the Fae for helping me with this!

Please do follow and favorite me and my story so I know whether people like it or not.

Also English is not my first language, so if its wrong please do tell me.

Also if there are some people with speedrun knowledge who could give me some tips that be great. I am mostly running off what I see on youtube.

-CaptainMoonShine-