Author's Note- Whoa, I finally am posting this. So yeah, standard rules apply. Kanto Region (but not for long), not that much legendary action, and constructive criticism is always welcome. Flame my fic and I'll create a character with your name who enjoys the buttsmex. Get it? Good.
P.S. I have no clue why I put good in italics.
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Pokemon franchise, including the anime, manga, games, and other merchandise. If I did, Pikachu would have been dumped for the Volt Tackling Fearow of Pwness!!111
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Chapter One: Kevin
The familiar whoosh of sliding doors rang out as three ten year olds walked out of the Oak Pokemon Lab. Each one was holding a red and white pokeball with their careful, excited hands. As soon as they cleared the doors, they immediately pressed the buttons, releasing the pokemon concealed inside. A distance away, a fifteen year old was watching through binoculars. Near his head was a tape recorder with the record button pushed down.
"And here we have the classic trainer trio. A threesome of trainers so cliched, it actually hurts to see them in person."
Lucky for him, the three trainers were too far away to actually hear what he was saying. He was positioned on the top of one of the many hills within Pallet Town. On his side, his faithful squirtle was devouring its third chocolate bar and developing the signs of a sugar rush.
"Of course, we will start with the fearless leader. The spiky hair, cheerful smile, and obvious lack of brain cells only adds to the cookie-cutter cutout of the typical leader. Always the original, he has picked Squirtle, the most balanced starter. But he probably chose it because Blastoise has cannons coming out of its bag."
At the mention of another squirtle, the observer's Squirtle pushed him aside and peered through the binoculars to see his fellow turtle. After a curious glance, he returned to the candy.
"Sorry for that interruption. But lets move on to our next victim. He is obviously the partner in crime. No discernable personality, type advantage over leader, mildly reserved, and has glasses. Probably a nerd who will come out of his shell over time. The geek has chosen Bulbasaur, obviously for the plethora of uses for the pollen, vines, and seeds. In other news, he won't get laid until he's thirty."
The watcher adjusted the lens to focus more clearly and looked at the last member.
"And now we have the final member of the trio, the eye candy. A cute girl. Well, cute for a ten year old. She will obviously feel weak and powerless until she has a change of heart halfway through Kanto. She picked Charmander to make up for her obvious lack of skills. Five bucks says she's going out with the leader by Cinnabar Island."
Finally, the stranger lowered his glasses and sighed. It truly was a disapointing batch this time. Last year had been three girls and the year before, a blind kid had gone along. That one had been particularly good. But you had to take what you could get at this point. He turned to find his Squirtle had devoured eight candy bars, three pixie sticks, and a liter of soda. He was literally vibrating with sugary energy.
"All right, make use of the sugar rush and get us some fish. We need em for dinner."
The shivering Squirtle saluted and dived into the water, while the teenager strolled down to the trio. The trio was grouped in a huddle, oohing and ahhing over their new pokemon. It was child's play for a veteran like the teenager. His face stretched into the plastered smile of a helpful villager and slowed down. The trio turned towards the much larger newcomer.
"Why hello there! I can tell by those clothes and new pokeballs that you must be new trainers!"
The girl turned away in shyness, the nerd adjusted his glasses, but Gogglehead responded at least.
"Yep, we're starting on our journey to become Pokemon Masters!"
Dear lord, its almost too easy... now to lay the bait thought the teenager as his face maintained its composure. He didn't want the shrimps to catch on just yet.
"Well, a few years back, I went on my journey so I can help you with yours. Something that will take some time off your clock and let you get started for the pokemon league earlier than your competition."
The three perked up at that and the observer knew he had them in the palm of his hand.
"Well, on the outskirts of Pewter City, there is a cave, no a tunnel. This tunnel connects Pewter to Vermillion City. By travelling this, you can skip Mount Moon and get to the gyms quicker. Only the people of Pallet truly know about this."
The trio huddled together and began talking quickly in muffled voices. One of their heads periodically peeked up to chance a glance at the Teenager. Finally, they came up with an answer.
"All right. We'll take this shortcut but we still want to give you something for your help. Please accept this potion."
It took all of the teenager's acting class skills to fake himself into a teary-eyed stare.
"T-Thank you. You are simply too kind."
The trio left, cheering over their lucky find as the teenager stared after them. He carefully placed the potion into his backpack as his hyperactive Squirtle returned to his side, carrying five fish in its quivering mouth.
"Such nice children. Too bad they're dumb as shovels."
Kevin and Tide turned around to head back to Pallet Town. No doubt that by the end of the week, they're would be a small story in the paper about how three new trainers wandered into Diglett's Cave and had all of their pokemon fainted due to their lack of experience. It happened every year but the police never really caught on that someone could be telling them to go there. Why did Kevin do this? Well, part of it was just for fun and the other part was to teach the newbies a lesson. You're on your own out there, so do like McGruff says and don't talk to strangers.
A psychologist might say that Kevin did this out of jealousy, due to the fact that Kevin had never taken the Pokemon League Challenge. To this, Kevin would burst into hysterics and throw an orange at the fellow. He had lived in Pallet Town his whole life and had seen what happened on these journeys. Three people would leave friends and come back mortal enemies. That's what happened when you spent five months surrounded by the same people. Finally, they reached Kevin's house, a two story shanty with a sky blue roof. Upon entering, a voice tinged with surfer accent floated to them.
"Ditch the shoes and drop the fish."
Kevin simply nodded to Squirtle, who ran to the kitchen to deliver the fish, and he pulled off his shoes. He took a second to peek in the mirror and fix his appearance. His brown hair was neatly combed to make a good impression but now that his deed was done, he pulled a ski cap over it to protect his hair. His brown eyes shined with a mischievious glare and his chin was starting to develop small budding hairs. He was growing up, as a Hallmark card might say.
"Dinner's ready!"
"Coming Gramps."
Kevin's grandfather, more commonly known as Gramps, was nearing his 71st birthday, an age where he would be respected by anyone due to his vast experience and wealth of knowledge. Normally. However, on his birthday, most people would be saying for him to grow up. Standing at six foot two and still retaining his muscles from his youth, Gramps was an intimidating sight. He was never seen without a tropical shirt and swim trunks on, making him a hero to surfer dudes everywhere. His long white hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of his face and the small amount of wrinkles on his face only added to the grandfather appeal. His Slowking was showing the signs of age as well but still beared a striking resemblance to its owner, mimicing him at moments.
"Foods on the table. So, it went just as planned?"
"Of course, they get dumber every year."
Gramps didn't approve of his grandson's behavior but he could at least appreciate it. It was probably just a way of acting out, due to the lack of both parents around the house. His father was teaching year round at the University of Celadon and his mother was probably in the Sevii Islands for something. Both of them and their pokemon spooned white beans and fried fish onto their plates and devoured them endlessly. Fifteen minutes later, the four of them laid back with their bellies full. As they laid back with bloated bellies, Gramps pulled an envelope out from under the table and handed it to Kevin.
"Your late birthday present. It was two weeks ago, right?"
Kevin nodded as he tore open the envelope. He was hoping for money, the standby envelope present but instead, two colorful tickets fell out.
"They're tickets to next year's Pokemon League, held in Sinnoh! They were almost sold out, even now."
Kevin restrained the urge to scream at his grandfather; it was better just to watch it on television. Thankfully, an idea popped into his head. Trainers have brothers and sisters. Those brothers and sisters might want to see their siblings in action. For any price.
"Thanks Gramps! I might forget I have them though."
Gramps shrugged and continued picking his teeth with a toothpick, his Slowking following suit.
"Well, it is a big event, you know. If I was a bit younger, I might try again. The lights, the action, the girls throwing themselves at you. And of course, the glory of knowing you are the best of every trainer in the world."
"Pssh, for a year. The last person to win the title twice was Mark Fairview. And that was ten years ago."
Gramps nodded in understanding, since the chances of winning twice were pretty low. Kevin, on the other hand, silently wished he could take part in it, just for a tiny bit of that glory. That spark was extinguished just as quickly after thinking it over.
"You're right. Besides, you wouldn't last a minute in there. You kinda have to be good to compete there."
Kevin had been taking a sip of Pepsi when Gramps dropped the previous statement and he spit up in shock. Did he just say what I think he said?
"Not that I'm insulting you or anything. Its just that you have no follow-through. No drive. And no talent."
Kevin was turning red quickly and Tide was turning purple with rage. It was slightly amusing to note how similar the two acted together.
"We'll show you. Me and Tide are going to the Pokemon League. But not to watch! We're gonna compete! And win! Well, maybe not win but at least not suck!"
Kevin and Tide charged upstairs to pack their things while Gramps burst into laughter.
"Pay up! I told you that would work!"
Slowking pulled out a weathered wallet and handed over five bucks to Gramps with an angry expression on its face.
Ooc: Wow, I thought it would look longer. But its almost 2000 words, which is what matters to me. Any words of encouragement/pain?
P.S. I have no clue why I put good in italics.
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Pokemon franchise, including the anime, manga, games, and other merchandise. If I did, Pikachu would have been dumped for the Volt Tackling Fearow of Pwness!!111
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Chapter One: Kevin
The familiar whoosh of sliding doors rang out as three ten year olds walked out of the Oak Pokemon Lab. Each one was holding a red and white pokeball with their careful, excited hands. As soon as they cleared the doors, they immediately pressed the buttons, releasing the pokemon concealed inside. A distance away, a fifteen year old was watching through binoculars. Near his head was a tape recorder with the record button pushed down.
"And here we have the classic trainer trio. A threesome of trainers so cliched, it actually hurts to see them in person."
Lucky for him, the three trainers were too far away to actually hear what he was saying. He was positioned on the top of one of the many hills within Pallet Town. On his side, his faithful squirtle was devouring its third chocolate bar and developing the signs of a sugar rush.
"Of course, we will start with the fearless leader. The spiky hair, cheerful smile, and obvious lack of brain cells only adds to the cookie-cutter cutout of the typical leader. Always the original, he has picked Squirtle, the most balanced starter. But he probably chose it because Blastoise has cannons coming out of its bag."
At the mention of another squirtle, the observer's Squirtle pushed him aside and peered through the binoculars to see his fellow turtle. After a curious glance, he returned to the candy.
"Sorry for that interruption. But lets move on to our next victim. He is obviously the partner in crime. No discernable personality, type advantage over leader, mildly reserved, and has glasses. Probably a nerd who will come out of his shell over time. The geek has chosen Bulbasaur, obviously for the plethora of uses for the pollen, vines, and seeds. In other news, he won't get laid until he's thirty."
The watcher adjusted the lens to focus more clearly and looked at the last member.
"And now we have the final member of the trio, the eye candy. A cute girl. Well, cute for a ten year old. She will obviously feel weak and powerless until she has a change of heart halfway through Kanto. She picked Charmander to make up for her obvious lack of skills. Five bucks says she's going out with the leader by Cinnabar Island."
Finally, the stranger lowered his glasses and sighed. It truly was a disapointing batch this time. Last year had been three girls and the year before, a blind kid had gone along. That one had been particularly good. But you had to take what you could get at this point. He turned to find his Squirtle had devoured eight candy bars, three pixie sticks, and a liter of soda. He was literally vibrating with sugary energy.
"All right, make use of the sugar rush and get us some fish. We need em for dinner."
The shivering Squirtle saluted and dived into the water, while the teenager strolled down to the trio. The trio was grouped in a huddle, oohing and ahhing over their new pokemon. It was child's play for a veteran like the teenager. His face stretched into the plastered smile of a helpful villager and slowed down. The trio turned towards the much larger newcomer.
"Why hello there! I can tell by those clothes and new pokeballs that you must be new trainers!"
The girl turned away in shyness, the nerd adjusted his glasses, but Gogglehead responded at least.
"Yep, we're starting on our journey to become Pokemon Masters!"
Dear lord, its almost too easy... now to lay the bait thought the teenager as his face maintained its composure. He didn't want the shrimps to catch on just yet.
"Well, a few years back, I went on my journey so I can help you with yours. Something that will take some time off your clock and let you get started for the pokemon league earlier than your competition."
The three perked up at that and the observer knew he had them in the palm of his hand.
"Well, on the outskirts of Pewter City, there is a cave, no a tunnel. This tunnel connects Pewter to Vermillion City. By travelling this, you can skip Mount Moon and get to the gyms quicker. Only the people of Pallet truly know about this."
The trio huddled together and began talking quickly in muffled voices. One of their heads periodically peeked up to chance a glance at the Teenager. Finally, they came up with an answer.
"All right. We'll take this shortcut but we still want to give you something for your help. Please accept this potion."
It took all of the teenager's acting class skills to fake himself into a teary-eyed stare.
"T-Thank you. You are simply too kind."
The trio left, cheering over their lucky find as the teenager stared after them. He carefully placed the potion into his backpack as his hyperactive Squirtle returned to his side, carrying five fish in its quivering mouth.
"Such nice children. Too bad they're dumb as shovels."
Kevin and Tide turned around to head back to Pallet Town. No doubt that by the end of the week, they're would be a small story in the paper about how three new trainers wandered into Diglett's Cave and had all of their pokemon fainted due to their lack of experience. It happened every year but the police never really caught on that someone could be telling them to go there. Why did Kevin do this? Well, part of it was just for fun and the other part was to teach the newbies a lesson. You're on your own out there, so do like McGruff says and don't talk to strangers.
A psychologist might say that Kevin did this out of jealousy, due to the fact that Kevin had never taken the Pokemon League Challenge. To this, Kevin would burst into hysterics and throw an orange at the fellow. He had lived in Pallet Town his whole life and had seen what happened on these journeys. Three people would leave friends and come back mortal enemies. That's what happened when you spent five months surrounded by the same people. Finally, they reached Kevin's house, a two story shanty with a sky blue roof. Upon entering, a voice tinged with surfer accent floated to them.
"Ditch the shoes and drop the fish."
Kevin simply nodded to Squirtle, who ran to the kitchen to deliver the fish, and he pulled off his shoes. He took a second to peek in the mirror and fix his appearance. His brown hair was neatly combed to make a good impression but now that his deed was done, he pulled a ski cap over it to protect his hair. His brown eyes shined with a mischievious glare and his chin was starting to develop small budding hairs. He was growing up, as a Hallmark card might say.
"Dinner's ready!"
"Coming Gramps."
Kevin's grandfather, more commonly known as Gramps, was nearing his 71st birthday, an age where he would be respected by anyone due to his vast experience and wealth of knowledge. Normally. However, on his birthday, most people would be saying for him to grow up. Standing at six foot two and still retaining his muscles from his youth, Gramps was an intimidating sight. He was never seen without a tropical shirt and swim trunks on, making him a hero to surfer dudes everywhere. His long white hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of his face and the small amount of wrinkles on his face only added to the grandfather appeal. His Slowking was showing the signs of age as well but still beared a striking resemblance to its owner, mimicing him at moments.
"Foods on the table. So, it went just as planned?"
"Of course, they get dumber every year."
Gramps didn't approve of his grandson's behavior but he could at least appreciate it. It was probably just a way of acting out, due to the lack of both parents around the house. His father was teaching year round at the University of Celadon and his mother was probably in the Sevii Islands for something. Both of them and their pokemon spooned white beans and fried fish onto their plates and devoured them endlessly. Fifteen minutes later, the four of them laid back with their bellies full. As they laid back with bloated bellies, Gramps pulled an envelope out from under the table and handed it to Kevin.
"Your late birthday present. It was two weeks ago, right?"
Kevin nodded as he tore open the envelope. He was hoping for money, the standby envelope present but instead, two colorful tickets fell out.
"They're tickets to next year's Pokemon League, held in Sinnoh! They were almost sold out, even now."
Kevin restrained the urge to scream at his grandfather; it was better just to watch it on television. Thankfully, an idea popped into his head. Trainers have brothers and sisters. Those brothers and sisters might want to see their siblings in action. For any price.
"Thanks Gramps! I might forget I have them though."
Gramps shrugged and continued picking his teeth with a toothpick, his Slowking following suit.
"Well, it is a big event, you know. If I was a bit younger, I might try again. The lights, the action, the girls throwing themselves at you. And of course, the glory of knowing you are the best of every trainer in the world."
"Pssh, for a year. The last person to win the title twice was Mark Fairview. And that was ten years ago."
Gramps nodded in understanding, since the chances of winning twice were pretty low. Kevin, on the other hand, silently wished he could take part in it, just for a tiny bit of that glory. That spark was extinguished just as quickly after thinking it over.
"You're right. Besides, you wouldn't last a minute in there. You kinda have to be good to compete there."
Kevin had been taking a sip of Pepsi when Gramps dropped the previous statement and he spit up in shock. Did he just say what I think he said?
"Not that I'm insulting you or anything. Its just that you have no follow-through. No drive. And no talent."
Kevin was turning red quickly and Tide was turning purple with rage. It was slightly amusing to note how similar the two acted together.
"We'll show you. Me and Tide are going to the Pokemon League. But not to watch! We're gonna compete! And win! Well, maybe not win but at least not suck!"
Kevin and Tide charged upstairs to pack their things while Gramps burst into laughter.
"Pay up! I told you that would work!"
Slowking pulled out a weathered wallet and handed over five bucks to Gramps with an angry expression on its face.
Ooc: Wow, I thought it would look longer. But its almost 2000 words, which is what matters to me. Any words of encouragement/pain?