This is a story with a rather cliched premise: The Pokemon world and our World are being merged. The real world wakes up one day to find wild Pokemon all over. Some people find a pokeball in their pocket and discover they've been made trainers. I am hoping to not be the only person that feels I've put a unique spin to it. This story is being done not only as a form of entertainment for the reader, but also for myself. I am treating this story as a journey of self-exploration, how would I act in these situations, honestly, if I actually CAN be honest with myself. I've done my best to stick to realism, and that includes with myself. It may be rambley at times, but I think it gets pretty good.
So here's a story of a man who hates his job and wants to make his family proud, a pokemon in a new world who's goals are heretofor unknown, and a bumbling man that can't get a break.
I think the Teen rating fits, but i'm not 100% sure. There's fighting in chapter 2, but cigarette smoking in this chapter (and probably later ones as well). So I'm not entirely sure. I figure cigarettes count in the mild drug usage listed in the guidebook for teen, so it should be good.
If you want to read Chapter 2, it's in my blog, along with this chapter. I need to review it all a bit, but I'd like to see what you all think so far. I may have a few spelling errors, as this computer doesn't seem to have a working spellcheck, but I am pretty good about catching most of my errors.
So here we go: With rambles, too many commas, and not nearly enough description; I present:
Dark Moon Rising - A Title I just made up a few seconds ago.
Chapter 1: A Merging of Worlds.
I'm 25, kind of unofficially engaged, with 2 kind-of-my kids. A 4 year old and an 11 month old. The eleven month old said her first worst word the other day, the kid's name for me, Guy. I could not have been prouder or happier. The 4 year old is not my biggest fan, mainly because I can be a bit stricter than his mom. I'm working on lightening up, but it's definitely taking some time, sometime I should get there. I work a part time job, it isn't enough to get by, but somehow I've managed. Luck and Mooching, mostly, and I am definitely not proud of it.
That's who I am. I live in the real world. I fart around playing video games at work, I get my kid to watch old episodes of Pokemon, I never get enough sleep. I'm not a great person, I've done some bad things in the past, I've had bad things happen to me. I do believe I have a pretty good set of ethics, or at least strong opinions. I believe I have a good sense of right and wrong, even if I don't always follow it. Maybe that's why I was one of the first. Maybe. I have no idea what other reason it could've been.
My story starts with a cigarette, burning under the hot Florida sun.
Sitting on the bench outside work, leaning my head back against the wall, I take another drag, holding it. As I exhale, I look out across the parking lot to the woods that border the mangrove swamp on the Gulf. I'm exhausted. It's been weeks since I've had more 5 hours of sleep in a night. It's been worse the past few. I stretch, and inhale another puff of smoke. My hands settle on my legs, and I feel something unfamiliar in my left pocket. All I had in there was my wallet, but now I feel a small ball in it. I reach in and slowly pull out a little red and white ball. I stare at it. Where did it come from. Obviously it's a Pokeball. But I didn't put it there. It doesn't feel like a toy either, it's heavy, probably made of steel, and it's tiny, like the miniaturized versions from the show. I press my thumb to the button in the center, and it expands to fill the palm of my hand. I nearly need new pants. I look around, a gigantic grin on my face. This is impossible. This is the best dream ever. I'm gonna push it to the limit.
I toss the pokeball in front of me, and it opens. A bright flash of light. And there.... Wait what? I'm standing in front of myself.
I sit there, confused. Then it dawns on me. This is a dream. My grin falls off my face. My doppelganger looks at me, confused. Then smiles and begins to glow a light blue. It's image is lost in my mind to this dull glow as it begins to shrink. The glow fades, and my grin returns. A Zorua stands before, with a little tuft of blue hair atop his head. He pants a little, and bares his tiny fangs, then gives me what is unmistakably a smile, a little sheepish, but a smile nonetheless.
I stand up and walk towards him. He looks nervous for a moment, then hops towards me.
"Hi there, little buddy." I whisper, my voice cracking from excitement, as I kneel down and scratch behind his ear. He smiles and puts his front paws on my knee. pushing his head against my fingers. "Zorua. You, my boy, are amazing. And your hair matches my tattoo. I hold out my arm and show him the cyan rose on my forearm, he sniffs it, paws at the thorns, then growls a little. Suddenly the rose is moving, wrapping around my arm and growing larger. "Woah... Buddy, that is pretty cool." He yips proudly and the rose illusion vanishes. His face droops, seemingly sad that he dropped the glamour. "Don't worry, Zor, you'll get better with time." I stand and look back at the store I work at, let out a short laugh. "Screw this place, let's go have some fun, buddy."
We walk to the parking lot and I stop to look down at Zorua. Here's the first test, Zor. You're a pokemon. Pokemon aren't real, at least they weren't before you showed up. Do you have any idea how you got here?"
The word 'No' appears in bright red letters above his head.
"Well, that's a nifty way to communicate. You can only really say your name, right, just like in the anime?"
He tilts his head, says "Zorzoru" and a green 'Yes' appears above him.
"Probably no idea if there are more like you, huh?"
A red 'No' appears above him, morphs into a green 'Yes', he frowns, and switches between them again, then it becomes 'Yes More' in red and green. I can feel the excitement building in me.
"Did this world.... Are there.... Zorua, if I were to walk into that forest over there with you.... would we find some more pokemon?"
'YES!' appears above him in flashing green letters.
I let out a slow exhale. "Well then, let's go get em, buddy."
I take off at a run for the woods. Suddenly, I'm flying through the air. I land on the pavement and skid forward.
"Ow..." Zorua comes running up to me, yipping and facing behind me, growling at something. I turn my head and see a black bag. "That...wasn't there a moment ago..."I push myself up and slowly walk up to it. Zorua is behind my legs, growling at it. "Buddy, your pokeball magically appeared in my pocket not 20 minutes ago. I'm not too nervous about a bag appearing now." Zorua stops growling, but still peers suspiciously around my legs. I bend over, pick up the bag and open it. "HA!" Inside, I find what I can only describe as a trainers starter kit. 10 pokeballs, a couple bottles of potion, right out of the show, a rope, and some bandages. Then I notice the hidden pocket. Slowly, I unzip it. A small steel case sits inside. I take it out, and set the bag on the ground, gently unclasping the case. Two cards sit inside, with a letter between them. The first card looks like an ATM card. I raise my eyebrows. 'Mauville Bank and Trust' is written in stylized lettering on the front. Beneath that, in small letters are an account number, beneath that, my name followed by a 5 digit number. The other card has a picture of me, the same one from my Drivers License by the looks of it, my name, and that same 5 digit number. 'Trainers License' is written across the top in block letters.
My hands are shaking as I unfold the letter.
'Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokemon Prof!
Well, no, it isn't and they don't, but that's what you were expecting to read, isn't it?
In truth, my name is none of your business. Suffice it to say that this world is now inhabited by creatures called Pokemon. I have brought these creatures to your world as an experiment. My world has always had pokemon, supposedly Pokemon created my world. But in your world, people created Pokemon as a form of entertainment. It's eerie how much of my world your people managed to describe while thinking they were creating fiction.
I have brought pokemon to your world in order to see the true nature of both people and pokemon. In a world where one is foreign to the other, who will rule the day. Will the pokemon break free and take over, will the humans view them as a threat and eradicate the pokemon? Will they learn to coexist as they have done in my world? I want to see what happens. I will be watching.
Good luck. Enjoy the supplies. You will find the Mauville Bank card to contain 10,000 in funds. If you battle another trainer, you can win more, or lose some. Soon you will find places to use the card to purchase more supplies. As my experiment progresses, your world will expand. More from my world will appear there.
This should be fun. '
At that moment across the globe, pokeballs appeared to a large number of people. Few of them had anything in common. A good portion of them weren't even fans of the series. Each one received a single pokemon, and each one soon found wild Pokemon all around their home towns, as well a similar bag, with similar contents, including the cards and a copy of that letter. They are the first Pokemon Trainers in this world.
Somewhere far above the planet, a small pokemon, with a little silver collar around it's throat, spins a golden hoop around it's wrist, tosses it up and passes through it, disappearing.
So here's a story of a man who hates his job and wants to make his family proud, a pokemon in a new world who's goals are heretofor unknown, and a bumbling man that can't get a break.
I think the Teen rating fits, but i'm not 100% sure. There's fighting in chapter 2, but cigarette smoking in this chapter (and probably later ones as well). So I'm not entirely sure. I figure cigarettes count in the mild drug usage listed in the guidebook for teen, so it should be good.
If you want to read Chapter 2, it's in my blog, along with this chapter. I need to review it all a bit, but I'd like to see what you all think so far. I may have a few spelling errors, as this computer doesn't seem to have a working spellcheck, but I am pretty good about catching most of my errors.
So here we go: With rambles, too many commas, and not nearly enough description; I present:
Dark Moon Rising - A Title I just made up a few seconds ago.
Chapter 1: A Merging of Worlds.
I'm 25, kind of unofficially engaged, with 2 kind-of-my kids. A 4 year old and an 11 month old. The eleven month old said her first worst word the other day, the kid's name for me, Guy. I could not have been prouder or happier. The 4 year old is not my biggest fan, mainly because I can be a bit stricter than his mom. I'm working on lightening up, but it's definitely taking some time, sometime I should get there. I work a part time job, it isn't enough to get by, but somehow I've managed. Luck and Mooching, mostly, and I am definitely not proud of it.
That's who I am. I live in the real world. I fart around playing video games at work, I get my kid to watch old episodes of Pokemon, I never get enough sleep. I'm not a great person, I've done some bad things in the past, I've had bad things happen to me. I do believe I have a pretty good set of ethics, or at least strong opinions. I believe I have a good sense of right and wrong, even if I don't always follow it. Maybe that's why I was one of the first. Maybe. I have no idea what other reason it could've been.
My story starts with a cigarette, burning under the hot Florida sun.
Sitting on the bench outside work, leaning my head back against the wall, I take another drag, holding it. As I exhale, I look out across the parking lot to the woods that border the mangrove swamp on the Gulf. I'm exhausted. It's been weeks since I've had more 5 hours of sleep in a night. It's been worse the past few. I stretch, and inhale another puff of smoke. My hands settle on my legs, and I feel something unfamiliar in my left pocket. All I had in there was my wallet, but now I feel a small ball in it. I reach in and slowly pull out a little red and white ball. I stare at it. Where did it come from. Obviously it's a Pokeball. But I didn't put it there. It doesn't feel like a toy either, it's heavy, probably made of steel, and it's tiny, like the miniaturized versions from the show. I press my thumb to the button in the center, and it expands to fill the palm of my hand. I nearly need new pants. I look around, a gigantic grin on my face. This is impossible. This is the best dream ever. I'm gonna push it to the limit.
I toss the pokeball in front of me, and it opens. A bright flash of light. And there.... Wait what? I'm standing in front of myself.
I sit there, confused. Then it dawns on me. This is a dream. My grin falls off my face. My doppelganger looks at me, confused. Then smiles and begins to glow a light blue. It's image is lost in my mind to this dull glow as it begins to shrink. The glow fades, and my grin returns. A Zorua stands before, with a little tuft of blue hair atop his head. He pants a little, and bares his tiny fangs, then gives me what is unmistakably a smile, a little sheepish, but a smile nonetheless.
I stand up and walk towards him. He looks nervous for a moment, then hops towards me.
"Hi there, little buddy." I whisper, my voice cracking from excitement, as I kneel down and scratch behind his ear. He smiles and puts his front paws on my knee. pushing his head against my fingers. "Zorua. You, my boy, are amazing. And your hair matches my tattoo. I hold out my arm and show him the cyan rose on my forearm, he sniffs it, paws at the thorns, then growls a little. Suddenly the rose is moving, wrapping around my arm and growing larger. "Woah... Buddy, that is pretty cool." He yips proudly and the rose illusion vanishes. His face droops, seemingly sad that he dropped the glamour. "Don't worry, Zor, you'll get better with time." I stand and look back at the store I work at, let out a short laugh. "Screw this place, let's go have some fun, buddy."
We walk to the parking lot and I stop to look down at Zorua. Here's the first test, Zor. You're a pokemon. Pokemon aren't real, at least they weren't before you showed up. Do you have any idea how you got here?"
The word 'No' appears in bright red letters above his head.
"Well, that's a nifty way to communicate. You can only really say your name, right, just like in the anime?"
He tilts his head, says "Zorzoru" and a green 'Yes' appears above him.
"Probably no idea if there are more like you, huh?"
A red 'No' appears above him, morphs into a green 'Yes', he frowns, and switches between them again, then it becomes 'Yes More' in red and green. I can feel the excitement building in me.
"Did this world.... Are there.... Zorua, if I were to walk into that forest over there with you.... would we find some more pokemon?"
'YES!' appears above him in flashing green letters.
I let out a slow exhale. "Well then, let's go get em, buddy."
I take off at a run for the woods. Suddenly, I'm flying through the air. I land on the pavement and skid forward.
"Ow..." Zorua comes running up to me, yipping and facing behind me, growling at something. I turn my head and see a black bag. "That...wasn't there a moment ago..."I push myself up and slowly walk up to it. Zorua is behind my legs, growling at it. "Buddy, your pokeball magically appeared in my pocket not 20 minutes ago. I'm not too nervous about a bag appearing now." Zorua stops growling, but still peers suspiciously around my legs. I bend over, pick up the bag and open it. "HA!" Inside, I find what I can only describe as a trainers starter kit. 10 pokeballs, a couple bottles of potion, right out of the show, a rope, and some bandages. Then I notice the hidden pocket. Slowly, I unzip it. A small steel case sits inside. I take it out, and set the bag on the ground, gently unclasping the case. Two cards sit inside, with a letter between them. The first card looks like an ATM card. I raise my eyebrows. 'Mauville Bank and Trust' is written in stylized lettering on the front. Beneath that, in small letters are an account number, beneath that, my name followed by a 5 digit number. The other card has a picture of me, the same one from my Drivers License by the looks of it, my name, and that same 5 digit number. 'Trainers License' is written across the top in block letters.
My hands are shaking as I unfold the letter.
'Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokemon Prof!
Well, no, it isn't and they don't, but that's what you were expecting to read, isn't it?
In truth, my name is none of your business. Suffice it to say that this world is now inhabited by creatures called Pokemon. I have brought these creatures to your world as an experiment. My world has always had pokemon, supposedly Pokemon created my world. But in your world, people created Pokemon as a form of entertainment. It's eerie how much of my world your people managed to describe while thinking they were creating fiction.
I have brought pokemon to your world in order to see the true nature of both people and pokemon. In a world where one is foreign to the other, who will rule the day. Will the pokemon break free and take over, will the humans view them as a threat and eradicate the pokemon? Will they learn to coexist as they have done in my world? I want to see what happens. I will be watching.
Good luck. Enjoy the supplies. You will find the Mauville Bank card to contain 10,000 in funds. If you battle another trainer, you can win more, or lose some. Soon you will find places to use the card to purchase more supplies. As my experiment progresses, your world will expand. More from my world will appear there.
This should be fun. '
At that moment across the globe, pokeballs appeared to a large number of people. Few of them had anything in common. A good portion of them weren't even fans of the series. Each one received a single pokemon, and each one soon found wild Pokemon all around their home towns, as well a similar bag, with similar contents, including the cards and a copy of that letter. They are the first Pokemon Trainers in this world.
Somewhere far above the planet, a small pokemon, with a little silver collar around it's throat, spins a golden hoop around it's wrist, tosses it up and passes through it, disappearing.
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