Hello everyone, I'm back again, with a fresh idea for a story. Since my idea for a Pokemon Game didn't even get allowed on the Drawing Board thread, I thought I'd interpret it as a story.
I'm also a big fan of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series, so I made this story in the pages of a diary type thing, but flashbacks without the main character may appear.
Chapter 1
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April 2nd:
I awoke today, earlier than usual. It was time for me to get my first Pokemon! My mum was an old colleague of the professor of our town, so I hope that gives me a little hope in landing an awesome Pokemon. I've been making mum call the professor lately, just for friendly chats, so when the professor notices I'm her son she'll give me any Pokemon of my choice. Well, that was what I hoped, until I actually heard what they were talking about. I was listening in on their conversation, just to know if mum is helping my goal, but I hadn't suspected her to talk about me. The professor was talking about how so many children were receiving their Pokemon and not knowing how to take care of them.
"This one child, dear me, she tried to feed her mothers Stuntank, but she couldn't decipher which end was it's mouth. She was sprayed with a terrible gas, poor little thing."
"Oh my! Something like that happened to my little Mardicus. He was a little boy, and he mistook a Voltorb for a Pokeball. His hair was so electrified when he came home, I thought he went to a rock concert. Now he just pretends to have allergies whenever a Pokemon comes near."
Oh well, maybe the Professor will be sympathetic? At least now I know something more embarrassing that someone else done. I don't think a Volto-shock is as bad as trying to feed a Pokemon through it's 'out' hole. And damn, I thought no-one knew about my false allergen.
Despite listening to the revealing phone conversation, I walked to the Professor's lab and entered as usual. The Professor was a female, and rather charitable. She would always help children with their Pokemon problems and give them Pokemon to begin their journey as trainers. People say it's because she believes children need to be given Pokemon that will help them mature, but I just think she has too much.
Upon entering she greeted me with a smile.
"Welcome, my name is Professor Fructus. You're Suzy's son, aren't you?"
I nodded, glad she made the connection. My hopes for striking gold should be pretty high now.
"Wonderful, she's a good friend of mine."
Yes! Maybe I'll even get two Pokemon!
"She's told me an awful lot about you." She said this gleefully, rummaging through her various piles of Pokeballs. Judging by her happy tone, I don't think mum revealed any more of my embarrassing situations. Thank God.
Professor Fructus emerged from the mountainous pile to return with a grey Pokeball.
"This, is a Soil Ball."
She pressed the button in the center and an unfamiliar Pokemon emerged.
"This Pokemon is an incredibly new species, and is possibly the key to a breakthrough in Pokemon research."
I stared blankly. She's lost her nut.
"That's a pineapple. It reminds me of my pajamas."
Oops. I told her the last piece of information accidentally. She muffled a giggle and replied.
"That's what is seems like," she twisted the pineapple, and I was shocked to see it had a face. "It is actually a Pokemon. This came to my possession not long ago, and i realized it isn't recorded in the Pokedex. I'm uncertain how this Pokemon came to be, and I need someone to see how it differs in the normal life of a Pokemon."
"So...." I could have guessed what that, but let her tell me anyway.
"So, I need someone to substitute this as their partner Pokemon, from the beginning of their journey to the end."
"Ummm... Okay, is that me?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Sure." Judging by her tone, even if I said no I would have gotten that fruit. So I guess saying yes would make her happy.
She gave me some Pokeballs and Potions, so I guess maybe the phone calls with mum did add to her generosity. She also gave me her phone number, which scared me a little. Until I realized it was to check up on the Pineapple, whose species name turned out to be Komana. I've nicknamed it Piney. Professor Fructus says that to ensure Piney grows with the proper upbringing, I should train it and challenge gyms.
I've always wanted an excuse to become a Pokemon trainer, and I've always loved Pineapples. Lets just pray I don't eat it.
I'm also a big fan of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series, so I made this story in the pages of a diary type thing, but flashbacks without the main character may appear.
Chapter 1
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April 2nd:
I awoke today, earlier than usual. It was time for me to get my first Pokemon! My mum was an old colleague of the professor of our town, so I hope that gives me a little hope in landing an awesome Pokemon. I've been making mum call the professor lately, just for friendly chats, so when the professor notices I'm her son she'll give me any Pokemon of my choice. Well, that was what I hoped, until I actually heard what they were talking about. I was listening in on their conversation, just to know if mum is helping my goal, but I hadn't suspected her to talk about me. The professor was talking about how so many children were receiving their Pokemon and not knowing how to take care of them.
"This one child, dear me, she tried to feed her mothers Stuntank, but she couldn't decipher which end was it's mouth. She was sprayed with a terrible gas, poor little thing."
"Oh my! Something like that happened to my little Mardicus. He was a little boy, and he mistook a Voltorb for a Pokeball. His hair was so electrified when he came home, I thought he went to a rock concert. Now he just pretends to have allergies whenever a Pokemon comes near."
Oh well, maybe the Professor will be sympathetic? At least now I know something more embarrassing that someone else done. I don't think a Volto-shock is as bad as trying to feed a Pokemon through it's 'out' hole. And damn, I thought no-one knew about my false allergen.
Despite listening to the revealing phone conversation, I walked to the Professor's lab and entered as usual. The Professor was a female, and rather charitable. She would always help children with their Pokemon problems and give them Pokemon to begin their journey as trainers. People say it's because she believes children need to be given Pokemon that will help them mature, but I just think she has too much.
Upon entering she greeted me with a smile.
"Welcome, my name is Professor Fructus. You're Suzy's son, aren't you?"
I nodded, glad she made the connection. My hopes for striking gold should be pretty high now.
"Wonderful, she's a good friend of mine."
Yes! Maybe I'll even get two Pokemon!
"She's told me an awful lot about you." She said this gleefully, rummaging through her various piles of Pokeballs. Judging by her happy tone, I don't think mum revealed any more of my embarrassing situations. Thank God.
Professor Fructus emerged from the mountainous pile to return with a grey Pokeball.
"This, is a Soil Ball."
She pressed the button in the center and an unfamiliar Pokemon emerged.
"This Pokemon is an incredibly new species, and is possibly the key to a breakthrough in Pokemon research."
I stared blankly. She's lost her nut.
"That's a pineapple. It reminds me of my pajamas."
Oops. I told her the last piece of information accidentally. She muffled a giggle and replied.
"That's what is seems like," she twisted the pineapple, and I was shocked to see it had a face. "It is actually a Pokemon. This came to my possession not long ago, and i realized it isn't recorded in the Pokedex. I'm uncertain how this Pokemon came to be, and I need someone to see how it differs in the normal life of a Pokemon."
"So...." I could have guessed what that, but let her tell me anyway.
"So, I need someone to substitute this as their partner Pokemon, from the beginning of their journey to the end."
"Ummm... Okay, is that me?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Sure." Judging by her tone, even if I said no I would have gotten that fruit. So I guess saying yes would make her happy.
She gave me some Pokeballs and Potions, so I guess maybe the phone calls with mum did add to her generosity. She also gave me her phone number, which scared me a little. Until I realized it was to check up on the Pineapple, whose species name turned out to be Komana. I've nicknamed it Piney. Professor Fructus says that to ensure Piney grows with the proper upbringing, I should train it and challenge gyms.
I've always wanted an excuse to become a Pokemon trainer, and I've always loved Pineapples. Lets just pray I don't eat it.