NidoKingdra
Envy The Dead
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- 14
- Years
- Age 30
- They'll never find me. \|.-.|/
- Seen May 14, 2021
So here's a story based loosely on pokemon gold and silver, red and blue, and who knows where it will go from there. It will explore among many other things, a more realistic, grittier approach to the pokemon world and how things change from generation to generation of trainers. Well, I'll shut up and let you get reading!
Chapter One
Could it really be the day? He'd spent so long waiting and now that it was finally time, it didn't even seem real. He was finally going to become a Pokemon trainer. Slipping on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black t-shirt, he stood in front of his mirror patting down some of the wilder portions of his hair. It'd be useless to try to get it to stay down without soaking it, of course. Shrugging, he started his way down the stairs.
He stopped at the bottom, hearing his dad and his grandma talking quietly in the kitchen. "I know, but…"
His father sounded like he was bothered by something. "Now, listen here Ted, Anya was a free spirit. Always was, and will remain so in our hearts. Do you think she would have wanted her son cooped up here forever? It's bad enough that you hung up your belt when she died…" An almost comical snort came from the Blastoise Matt knew would be sitting beside the table.
Blastro, or just Blast for short, was as much a part of their little family as anybody else. It was just the four of them living here. His dad's old team lived with Professor Elm, besides Blast. They were originally from Kanto, but had started living here in Goldenrod after his mom died. He could almost remember her sometimes. "Really now Ted, he's 14 now. Most kids start when they are 10 or 11 years old. He has the spirit, and now is as good a time as any, what with that egg having hatched."
He heard his dad sigh. "You're right, of course. I just really wish you weren't."
Blast snorted again. He made it quite obvious that he thought Matt should be a trainer by now, every chance he got. He had once been a great fighter, possibly champion making material, but his dad had given up just short of making it to the Pokemon League Tournaments. The big pokemon still resented that decision. Matt stood up, made a show of walking down the stairs, and acted like he hadn't heard anything. He sat down, and smiled at his grandma, and she gave him a wink.
After an uneventful breakfast and a shower, Matt headed off to the pokemon center to meet Professor Elm, who was making a special visit to deliver a pokemon. A flock of pidgey flew overhead, startled away by the sound of a houndour barking. It was another typical day in the city. He walked through the pokemon center's automatic doors. He rarely had occasion to actually come in here, usually just to pick up some medicine for Blast if he got sick. He waved at Nurse Joy. Rumor was, one of her relatives ran every pokemon center in the world. Supposedly, the first pokemon center was founded by her ancestor, generations back or something, and that Joy was really her surname.
"Hello Matt. Big day, huh?" He nodded, and she smiled knowingly. "I was actually just talking to the professor. He went upstairs, I think." "Thanks" He said, turning toward the large pair of escalators. He was in such a hurry he didn't notice the dark haired girl coming from the other way, and bumped into her. She gave him a nasty look, and walked away, as if he were a disease.
"Sheesh." He muttered to himself, as he rode up the escalator. By the time he got to the top, he'd nearly forgotten about it anyways, and he looked around. This was the part of the center he was most familiar with. There was a café, and a pharmacy, as well as doors that led to battling rooms. He'd spent many hours watching battles in here on weekends, when he wasn't busy with school. He still wasn't sure how school was going to work once he was always out on adventures, but he didn't really dwell on it much. Who cares, right?
A tap on the shoulder broke him from his thoughts. "Matt, there you are! How are you? Is your father well? How is Blast? Oh, and…" He stopped, realizing he had started to babble again. "Heheh, anyways, come over here, would you." Matt followed along behind him, to one of the nearby tables. "Dad's good, Blast is as lazy as ever, and I'm great. Grandma's good too." He added the last bit in, to answer the question the professor hadn't finished.
He'd known Elm most of his life, since they moved to this region. "Ten years, huh professor?" Elm looked at him, puzzled for a moment. Then he nodded. "Yes, I suppose it has been that long, hasn't it now?" He pulled a pokeball out of the bag sitting on the table. "Certainly long past time you got your own pokemon, too. This one has just hatched, so it should be very easy to make friends. Go ahead, let him out."
The moment of truth, he thought to himself. He knew he would love whatever pokemon was in here, but that didn't stop him from being nervous nonetheless. So many what if's. Slowly, he pressed the button on the pokeball, causing it to expand, and again, to release the pokemon inside. A glow of red light escaped the pokeball, just like it always did, and there stood a little blue and tan pokemon he didn't recognize. "This is an extremely rare species of pokemon called Cyndaquil. I was lucky enough to acquire an egg a few months ago, and thought it would be fitting for you to have it. Matt smiled down at the pokemon, and it looked at him, not quite comprehending. It sat down on the table, and he knelt down in front of it. "Hello. My name's Matt." He wasn't altogether sure it would understand him, but he knew Blast understood people, and figured pokemon would have to understand them to battle, right?
The little pokemon poked him with his snout, and gave him a look that seemed to speak. Elm sat there, smiling happily. "Are you going to name him?" It was less a question, and more a reminder. Matt nodded. "I think I'll ask for some help from grandma though. It's kinda hard to name a pokemon when you don't know anything about it." Elm nodded, obviously in agreement. He'd had his fair share of naming unknown species of pokemon, so he understood the feeling. "I think I will stop by for a visit before I go back to New Bark Town anyways."
Walking down the street, his new pokemon perched on his shoulder, he and Professor Elm wove their way through the now crowded streets of Goldenrod. When they got back, Blast was laying on his belly in the sunlight from the window, right in the middle of the living room. "Blast, old pal!" Elm knelt down, and gave him a pat on the head, to which the pokemon responded with a "Blaaaaas." Which presumably meant, "I was sleeping." But the pokemon got up nonetheless, and grabbed the professor in a big, but gentle hug. Then the big pokemon noticed the baby Cyndaquil on Matt's shoulder, and seemed to grin.
Blastro bent down, looking at the little pokemon. It hopped up on his head, and he sat down on the floor. The Cyndaquil slid down his shell, and sat down beside him. Matt's dad and grandmother walked into the room, and Elm and his father started talking quietly in a corner. Grandma knelt down beside the pokemon, and said "Tai. That's this one's name." Grandma had a way with names. The pokemon's ears perked up, and he looked right at her. Matt let the word roll off his tongue. "Tai…" He liked it.
Chapter One
Could it really be the day? He'd spent so long waiting and now that it was finally time, it didn't even seem real. He was finally going to become a Pokemon trainer. Slipping on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black t-shirt, he stood in front of his mirror patting down some of the wilder portions of his hair. It'd be useless to try to get it to stay down without soaking it, of course. Shrugging, he started his way down the stairs.
He stopped at the bottom, hearing his dad and his grandma talking quietly in the kitchen. "I know, but…"
His father sounded like he was bothered by something. "Now, listen here Ted, Anya was a free spirit. Always was, and will remain so in our hearts. Do you think she would have wanted her son cooped up here forever? It's bad enough that you hung up your belt when she died…" An almost comical snort came from the Blastoise Matt knew would be sitting beside the table.
Blastro, or just Blast for short, was as much a part of their little family as anybody else. It was just the four of them living here. His dad's old team lived with Professor Elm, besides Blast. They were originally from Kanto, but had started living here in Goldenrod after his mom died. He could almost remember her sometimes. "Really now Ted, he's 14 now. Most kids start when they are 10 or 11 years old. He has the spirit, and now is as good a time as any, what with that egg having hatched."
He heard his dad sigh. "You're right, of course. I just really wish you weren't."
Blast snorted again. He made it quite obvious that he thought Matt should be a trainer by now, every chance he got. He had once been a great fighter, possibly champion making material, but his dad had given up just short of making it to the Pokemon League Tournaments. The big pokemon still resented that decision. Matt stood up, made a show of walking down the stairs, and acted like he hadn't heard anything. He sat down, and smiled at his grandma, and she gave him a wink.
After an uneventful breakfast and a shower, Matt headed off to the pokemon center to meet Professor Elm, who was making a special visit to deliver a pokemon. A flock of pidgey flew overhead, startled away by the sound of a houndour barking. It was another typical day in the city. He walked through the pokemon center's automatic doors. He rarely had occasion to actually come in here, usually just to pick up some medicine for Blast if he got sick. He waved at Nurse Joy. Rumor was, one of her relatives ran every pokemon center in the world. Supposedly, the first pokemon center was founded by her ancestor, generations back or something, and that Joy was really her surname.
"Hello Matt. Big day, huh?" He nodded, and she smiled knowingly. "I was actually just talking to the professor. He went upstairs, I think." "Thanks" He said, turning toward the large pair of escalators. He was in such a hurry he didn't notice the dark haired girl coming from the other way, and bumped into her. She gave him a nasty look, and walked away, as if he were a disease.
"Sheesh." He muttered to himself, as he rode up the escalator. By the time he got to the top, he'd nearly forgotten about it anyways, and he looked around. This was the part of the center he was most familiar with. There was a café, and a pharmacy, as well as doors that led to battling rooms. He'd spent many hours watching battles in here on weekends, when he wasn't busy with school. He still wasn't sure how school was going to work once he was always out on adventures, but he didn't really dwell on it much. Who cares, right?
A tap on the shoulder broke him from his thoughts. "Matt, there you are! How are you? Is your father well? How is Blast? Oh, and…" He stopped, realizing he had started to babble again. "Heheh, anyways, come over here, would you." Matt followed along behind him, to one of the nearby tables. "Dad's good, Blast is as lazy as ever, and I'm great. Grandma's good too." He added the last bit in, to answer the question the professor hadn't finished.
He'd known Elm most of his life, since they moved to this region. "Ten years, huh professor?" Elm looked at him, puzzled for a moment. Then he nodded. "Yes, I suppose it has been that long, hasn't it now?" He pulled a pokeball out of the bag sitting on the table. "Certainly long past time you got your own pokemon, too. This one has just hatched, so it should be very easy to make friends. Go ahead, let him out."
The moment of truth, he thought to himself. He knew he would love whatever pokemon was in here, but that didn't stop him from being nervous nonetheless. So many what if's. Slowly, he pressed the button on the pokeball, causing it to expand, and again, to release the pokemon inside. A glow of red light escaped the pokeball, just like it always did, and there stood a little blue and tan pokemon he didn't recognize. "This is an extremely rare species of pokemon called Cyndaquil. I was lucky enough to acquire an egg a few months ago, and thought it would be fitting for you to have it. Matt smiled down at the pokemon, and it looked at him, not quite comprehending. It sat down on the table, and he knelt down in front of it. "Hello. My name's Matt." He wasn't altogether sure it would understand him, but he knew Blast understood people, and figured pokemon would have to understand them to battle, right?
The little pokemon poked him with his snout, and gave him a look that seemed to speak. Elm sat there, smiling happily. "Are you going to name him?" It was less a question, and more a reminder. Matt nodded. "I think I'll ask for some help from grandma though. It's kinda hard to name a pokemon when you don't know anything about it." Elm nodded, obviously in agreement. He'd had his fair share of naming unknown species of pokemon, so he understood the feeling. "I think I will stop by for a visit before I go back to New Bark Town anyways."
Walking down the street, his new pokemon perched on his shoulder, he and Professor Elm wove their way through the now crowded streets of Goldenrod. When they got back, Blast was laying on his belly in the sunlight from the window, right in the middle of the living room. "Blast, old pal!" Elm knelt down, and gave him a pat on the head, to which the pokemon responded with a "Blaaaaas." Which presumably meant, "I was sleeping." But the pokemon got up nonetheless, and grabbed the professor in a big, but gentle hug. Then the big pokemon noticed the baby Cyndaquil on Matt's shoulder, and seemed to grin.
Blastro bent down, looking at the little pokemon. It hopped up on his head, and he sat down on the floor. The Cyndaquil slid down his shell, and sat down beside him. Matt's dad and grandmother walked into the room, and Elm and his father started talking quietly in a corner. Grandma knelt down beside the pokemon, and said "Tai. That's this one's name." Grandma had a way with names. The pokemon's ears perked up, and he looked right at her. Matt let the word roll off his tongue. "Tai…" He liked it.