Here is my first foray into the world of Pokemon FanFiction. I am more of a Halo FanFiction writer personally, but I have an interest at making a story about the world of Pokemon. So, give me a chance and follow along.
This story follows Scott McHale, a sixteen year-old boy who is barley starting his Pokemon journey due to means beyond his control. Throughout his journey he will encounter numerous types of Pokemon, participate in grand adventures, and learn valuable lessons on the road of life. He will also encounter many changes in the Johto region no doubt due to his isolation back at his home farm. However, he is determined to make the best of every obstacle he encounters. Perhaps not the most original plot in the world, but I aim to flesh this out as I go on.
Changes
Prologue
The annoying buzz of Scott's alarm clock rattled his suddenly awoken mind. Clumsily flailing his arm around violently in search of the snooze button, he found his mark. Rising from his lumber, he yawned and stepped onto the cool, wooden floor of his room. He put on his slippers and descended down the stairs of his home and into the kitchen. Inside, he mother was waiting for him with her trademark smile plastered on her face.
"There's my Pokemon-trainer to be!" Scott's mom exclaimed as she saw her half-asleep son stroll into the kitchen. She grabbed a plate from the cabinet, scooped up a spoonful of eggs, flipped two pancakes, and poured a glass full of Moo Moo Milk in a blink of an eye. Scott simply dragged his heels to the table and sat down. His mother placed his plate and drink in front of him and joyfully fetched a meal for herself. She sat down across from him and started a little chat.
"Are you excited honey?", she asked her drowsy son, "Today is a big day."
"Yeah ma," Scott mumbled while he spooned some eggs into his mouth.
"Well, I'm just glad you can finally start your journey and on your sixteenth birthday no less!" Scott's mother replied after a small sip of coffee.
"It's going to be so embarrassing being the only teenager at the Professor Elm's lab," Scott groaned, "It's just going to be me and over a dozen ten year-old kids."
"I'm sorry dear," Scott's mom said with a hint of sympathy in her voice,"But I needed you here to help keep the farm running after your father passed away. Those six years must have been rough, but we have some hired hands now and you can begin your journey."
"You're right mom," Scott said with a smile, "Thanks."
They both continued on eating their breakfast until it was time for Scott to leave. He made sure he packed enough clothing, had enough money for food and other expenses, and made sure to grab his Pokegear. With a kiss anf hug for his mother, he set off towards Professor Elms ;ab back in New Bark Town.
New Bark Town had underwent some changes over the years. Before it included some modest homes, a small general store, and Professor Elm's lab. Now, it boasted neighborhoods, big name department stores, and even it's own Pokemon Center. Still, Elm's lab was still the place where every trainer in this Johto community got their first Pokemon. Scott had a good idea which one he wanted.
As he came to the lab, his previous concern was confirmed, nothing but ten year-olds swarmed the lab so they could get their own Pokemon and start their journeys. Even still, Scott marched up to the lab, got in line, and waited his turn. Within minutes, he was chosen.
"Scott McHale?" one of Elm's assistants called out.
"That's me!" Scott replied while making his way amidst the crown of adolescent children below him. As he made his way towards the table housing the three Pokeballs holding the Pokemon Chikorita, Cyndaquil and Totodile, he saw Professor Elm.
Professor Elm was a man of plain description, somewhat tall, skinny, and possessing brown, balding hair. He patiently waited for Scott to come foreward and smiled as he arrived.
"Morning Scott," Elm greeted, "Which Pokemon do you want?"
Scott gazed at the Pokeballs before him and grabbed the ball at the far left of the table. He handed it to Elm, who promptly coded the ball to designate it belonged to Scott, and handed it back to him. Clutching the sphere in hid hands, he tossed it in the air and caused the ball to open. From the resulting flash of white light came a Cyndaquill.
"Cyndaquill!" the long snorted, fire backed creature said.
He had done it, Scott had finally gotten his first Pokemon. Scott crouched down by Cyndaquill and put out his hand. Cyndaquill inched closer and sniffed his master's hand. The little Pokemon jumped up and embraced Scott with a meek squeal. Examining the scene, Elm grinned.
"Those two are off to a good start," Elm thought to himself.
Before long, Scott and Cyndaquill departed from New Bark Town and into the morning sun eagerly awaiting the adventure ahead. It would be long and hard, but they knew they could do it.
This story follows Scott McHale, a sixteen year-old boy who is barley starting his Pokemon journey due to means beyond his control. Throughout his journey he will encounter numerous types of Pokemon, participate in grand adventures, and learn valuable lessons on the road of life. He will also encounter many changes in the Johto region no doubt due to his isolation back at his home farm. However, he is determined to make the best of every obstacle he encounters. Perhaps not the most original plot in the world, but I aim to flesh this out as I go on.
Changes
Prologue
The annoying buzz of Scott's alarm clock rattled his suddenly awoken mind. Clumsily flailing his arm around violently in search of the snooze button, he found his mark. Rising from his lumber, he yawned and stepped onto the cool, wooden floor of his room. He put on his slippers and descended down the stairs of his home and into the kitchen. Inside, he mother was waiting for him with her trademark smile plastered on her face.
"There's my Pokemon-trainer to be!" Scott's mom exclaimed as she saw her half-asleep son stroll into the kitchen. She grabbed a plate from the cabinet, scooped up a spoonful of eggs, flipped two pancakes, and poured a glass full of Moo Moo Milk in a blink of an eye. Scott simply dragged his heels to the table and sat down. His mother placed his plate and drink in front of him and joyfully fetched a meal for herself. She sat down across from him and started a little chat.
"Are you excited honey?", she asked her drowsy son, "Today is a big day."
"Yeah ma," Scott mumbled while he spooned some eggs into his mouth.
"Well, I'm just glad you can finally start your journey and on your sixteenth birthday no less!" Scott's mother replied after a small sip of coffee.
"It's going to be so embarrassing being the only teenager at the Professor Elm's lab," Scott groaned, "It's just going to be me and over a dozen ten year-old kids."
"I'm sorry dear," Scott's mom said with a hint of sympathy in her voice,"But I needed you here to help keep the farm running after your father passed away. Those six years must have been rough, but we have some hired hands now and you can begin your journey."
"You're right mom," Scott said with a smile, "Thanks."
They both continued on eating their breakfast until it was time for Scott to leave. He made sure he packed enough clothing, had enough money for food and other expenses, and made sure to grab his Pokegear. With a kiss anf hug for his mother, he set off towards Professor Elms ;ab back in New Bark Town.
New Bark Town had underwent some changes over the years. Before it included some modest homes, a small general store, and Professor Elm's lab. Now, it boasted neighborhoods, big name department stores, and even it's own Pokemon Center. Still, Elm's lab was still the place where every trainer in this Johto community got their first Pokemon. Scott had a good idea which one he wanted.
As he came to the lab, his previous concern was confirmed, nothing but ten year-olds swarmed the lab so they could get their own Pokemon and start their journeys. Even still, Scott marched up to the lab, got in line, and waited his turn. Within minutes, he was chosen.
"Scott McHale?" one of Elm's assistants called out.
"That's me!" Scott replied while making his way amidst the crown of adolescent children below him. As he made his way towards the table housing the three Pokeballs holding the Pokemon Chikorita, Cyndaquil and Totodile, he saw Professor Elm.
Professor Elm was a man of plain description, somewhat tall, skinny, and possessing brown, balding hair. He patiently waited for Scott to come foreward and smiled as he arrived.
"Morning Scott," Elm greeted, "Which Pokemon do you want?"
Scott gazed at the Pokeballs before him and grabbed the ball at the far left of the table. He handed it to Elm, who promptly coded the ball to designate it belonged to Scott, and handed it back to him. Clutching the sphere in hid hands, he tossed it in the air and caused the ball to open. From the resulting flash of white light came a Cyndaquill.
"Cyndaquill!" the long snorted, fire backed creature said.
He had done it, Scott had finally gotten his first Pokemon. Scott crouched down by Cyndaquill and put out his hand. Cyndaquill inched closer and sniffed his master's hand. The little Pokemon jumped up and embraced Scott with a meek squeal. Examining the scene, Elm grinned.
"Those two are off to a good start," Elm thought to himself.
Before long, Scott and Cyndaquill departed from New Bark Town and into the morning sun eagerly awaiting the adventure ahead. It would be long and hard, but they knew they could do it.
