"So...are you a boy or are you a girl?"The manly voice echoed once more.
"What sort of questi--" but Oliver was interrupted mid-sentence by a soothing sensation. His eyelids flickered before closing shut gently. His muscles relaxed and his voice became weak and wispy. Oliver had fallen asleep.
The sunlight creeped its way through the curtains, dancing with the wind's gentle push. Nearby Tailow perched on the twisting branches of an Old Oak tree, its leaves swaying to and fro. Oliver slowly opened his eyes, they burned as they saw the glimmering sunlight. He pushed himself up, observing his surroundings. "This isn't my bedroom." he muttered, taken aback. The room was decorated with an odd assortment of Pokemon Dolls, the floors polished wood, the walls covered in a striped wallpaper pattern. Oliver couldn't help but feel an odd sense of deja vu, almost if he'd been here before. Oliver threw of the silk blankets that seemed to keep him warm for what he assumed was a cold night. He decided to further investigate his new surroundings. In the corner of the room he found a rather old desktop computer and a machine that seemed to resemble a Gamecube.
A series of super quick knocks banged against the bedroom door, catching Oliver's immediate attention.
The door opened smoothly.
A relatively tall woman approached Oliver, a proud smile stretched across her face.
"Give your good ol' mother a hug!"
She stretched out her arms and Oliver felt obliged to accept the kind gesture from whom apparently was his mother.
She had long shiny black hair tied into two uniform loops, her fringe held back by a rather elegant headband. She wore sandles of a similar style which highlighted her pure white dress with a very faint triangular pattern scattered across its centre.
"Now darling, the proffessor mentioned something about meeting him at his laboratory and I told him you'd be over there as soon as you woke up. First though, you should really set your clock to the right time! That thing has been puzzling me for ages, I just can't seem to get it to work! Perhaps you'll have more luck. Also, your father said he's sorry he couldn't be here to send you off. He had some work to attend to at the gym." Oliver's mom blurted in what seeemed to be in less than a second.
Oliver looked at her blankly, confronted by such a collection of information. It only really hit him when he heard his father was Norman whom was at the gym working. His heart sank, but at the same time he felt an immense feeling of happiness and excitement. "Is this even possible?" he mumbled to himself. He was living his very own Pokemon Game
"Oohhh I almost forgot sweetie," his mother began again, "I might as well give you these as well as advise you that'd you better visit Martin. He's been looking for you everywhere!"
She smiled and walked quickly out the door. Oliver could hear the flip flop of her sandalds, down what seemed to be a staircase.
"Ah there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" yelled a young boy to Oliver. He looked around about the same age as Oliver, he had light brown hair that was held straight by a rather hideous headband. He had deep green eyes and he seemed to bulge muslce from his even greener t-shirt.
"Martin!" Oliver exclaimed, uneasy; trying to conceal this by smiling.
He then turned sharply back to Oliver, his eyes glistening with energy.
"Have you recevied your partner yet? Well...have you? I have! He's so awesome, come look, loook!" Martin said, raising his voice again.
Oliver's mother shot Oliver a sharp look which Oliver received as "Get him out, pronto."
"Ugh, let's go outside, I've got to find the proffessor anyway to get my Pokemon." Oliver requested.
They both stepped into the crisp morning air. A gentle breeze blew, blowing several oddish across the paddocks adjacent to the opposite line of houses to his home.
"Ooooodish" the little voices screamed in laughter.
"So what's this new Pokemon of yours?" Oliver asked, curious.
He pulled out a pokeball, and clicked the perfectly rounded central button. The ball opened and so released a small green, leafy creature. When it came into full focus, Oliver knew exactly what is was.
"Ah a Treecko!" he exclaimed.
The small Pokemon readied its fists and punched the ground with a decent amount of strength. Martin smiled at Oliver proudly.
Before Oliver could respond, he heard a distant voice. It sounded as though someone needed help!
"Help aaahk, someone help, get of me Zigzagoon!"
The two ran stricly west toward route 101 where the pleading got louder. Surprisingly, Treecko kept up, even out running the teens at some points. A droplet of sweat ran down Oliver's face, yet his eyes remained locked on the location of the cries for help.
When they reached the source of yelling to their shock, they found the professor.
"Argh boys, argh ouch ow, come help me! Owww." the professor yelled.
A pack of Zigzagoon circled him,running on their tiny, spiky legs. The two remained cool.
"Alright,"Martin said, "I'll distract Zigzagoon while you grab the professor!"
Treecko gathered its strength, and charged toward the pack of Zigzagoon. Dispersing in all direcrions, the pack, focusing its attention now on the small leafy Pokemon. Angry they thrusted toward Teecko in a burst of light, leaving a blazing white path behind them.
"Ack, they're too quick!" Martin yelled to Oliver, "Get him now!"
"Martin, let's go!" Oliver called.
Treecko shoot a sharp look at the spiky Pokemon who began to flee.
"Return!" Martin declared. A red beam of light safelty transported the tired Pokemon back to its home.
"I can't thank you enough for helping me back there you two." "I'm Professor Birch, pleased to meet you, even through abnormal circumstances."
Birch ruffled through his desk, opening and closing drawers until he finally came across a small little Pokeball.
Oliver smiled. He couldn't help but keep in his excitement. Martin jumped on the spot. Anyone couldn't help but see his curiosity on the type of Pokemon Oliver received.
"Feeeebasss" it groaned stupidly.
Olivers eyes darted down to the Pokemon, flopping aimlessly on the cold laboratory floor. At first, Oliver was a little disappointed. But then he just smiled.
"Is...that it?" Martin chuckled. "What a weakling!"
Awkwardly, the three made their way out to the laboratory's back paddock. Martin and Oliver took their own ends of the paddock and Proffessor Birch began the usual pre-battle procedures.
"Each side will use only one Pokemon each. A winner is determined when one side has no Pokemon remaining to battle. On the count of three, one, two, three...BEGIN!"
"Feebas let's go!", "Treecko, show them how it's done!" Both yelled, sending out their Pokemon in a flash of red light.
Treecko jumped into the air and focusing its energy. It then struck downwards, landing a direct hit. - But not before Oliver was able to reduce its impact.
"Feebas, splash and absorb some of the impact!"
Without water, Feebas flailed crazily. But Oliver's plan still worked. It had absorbed some of the impact, even if only little. Oliver thought he might try an attack of his own, but wasn't sure if it would hit accurately.
The flopping pokemon launched itself sternly, hurling itself toward Treecko, but the agile Pokemon was easily able to dodge the flopping mess. Feebas crashed into a nearby tree.
"Hah, is that it?" Martin teased
Before Feebas could respond, let alone comprehend what was happening, Treecko hit it with a forceful Pound.
Feebas groaned and fainted.
"Feebas is unable to battle, Treecko is the winner! Therefore, the victory goes to Martin!" Birch's voice echoed.
Weak, the fish Pokemon smiled faintly and rested its head back onto the soft earth beneath it.
"Time for a rest." Oliver said, returning it to its pokeball.
Oliver smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long morning already and Oliver certainly needed a break.