Pikachukid
Conquest needs a sequel
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- Yellow Forest
- Seen Jan 13, 2020
1
I head downstairs from our bedroom. Mother is sick. Poor mother. She bruises coughs, she mutters pixel plots. We breakfast and she comments about Professor Oak needing to talk to me. I oblige mother, but only because he has been ever so kind since mother was struck by this ill gotten illness. I head over right after eating my eggs and toast. We can't afford much since we've been using the money for Mother's medicines so it's all we've had the past couple of weeks. The lab isn't far away. I notice my neighbor, Randal, the one that caused a scandal chasing after Meryll the Marill. He received it from Cheryll. She thought it to be too feral after it became sterile when it wound up at the bottom of a waterfall in a barrel.
It's a two story building, but I'm telling only one story right now so ignore the first half of the sentence. Inside, the professor waits impatiently. He beckons to me, "Hey you, Lyra," He doesn't even know my name is Cynthia but I don't correct him either. "C'mere. I've got something for you." My eyes don't leave his and my mouth doesn't move. It's still there but I'll check to make sure it doesn't leave my face after I finish talking with the professor. The agitated professor continues, "Erm, yes well I don't think le strong quiet type really applies to you but I may be mistaken. You may grow to be quite the trainer yet. I'm here to give you your first Pokémon!" He says that last bit with a grin and a silver tongue. Seeing no reaction from me he finally gets to the point. Finally, "Look your mom is sick. I've been helping the best I can by buying medicine for her at my discounted price. Lately though, we've been getting closer to a major breakthrough in the Pokémon field. I don't have the time to get the medicine this month from my guy. I also have a lot of work to do now and, honestly, I need to play catch up. So I need something from you, I have a colleague named Mr. Pokémon who lives not to far from here. He has the next subject of our research. You will receive a Pokémon in exchange for these services, they're to my right over here."
Big man talks a lot. That's rather annoying. He must not realize being a trainer costs a lot of money. Tending to the injured, buying pokeballs, lodging and food. Big man talks a lot. He notices my skepticism. I wonder if his mouth ever wants to leave his face through all that Tauros dung he spews out.
"Look Lyra, it's not that bad an idea. Along the way battle trainers and they will give you prize money. I've pulled some strings and Pokécenters to you will be free of charge. All you have to do is show them your Trainer ID. They have poffins there for the Pokémon. Mr. Pokémon isn't even that far from here, you may not need to use their services!" He reeks of desperation by now. Common sense evades him. He doesn't realize that no other alternative exists for me. He said it earlier, he can no longer help get the medicine for Mother. This will also be a source of income which will help us immensely. It all depends on how well I can train my Pokémon. I reach for the center pokeball and head to talk to Mother. The professor screams his gratitude in my direction but he's already being swamped by his Aids with reports, analysis, and folders.
2
Mother doesn't take it very well. I completely understand. I will be leaving her alone, and in her mind, to leave for the adventurous and glanderous lifestyle of a Pokémon trainer. It is the lifestyle of the man who left his newborn daughter. After much debate she grudgingly gives me her blessing via the Pokégear call set. She expects me to stay in touch but the road ahead doesn't seem very nice. I can't have Mother worrying. I can lie, of course, but I can't have that on my conscience either. Why didn't my mouth just fly off my face earlier?
I am outside now. One of the professor's aids comes running out as I head out towards the nearest town. I shall find clearer directions to find the man I'm looking for there. "Are you paying attention?" The aid seems to have been trying to get my attention. But what for I wonder? I have my orders. I know my objective. "Sorry, I work around the professor quite a lot and I know your situation." He pauses, seeking conversation. Funny how much flapping human mouths do. What is it about them that humans find so fascinating? "Anyways," he continues, "I know you aren't fully prepped for a journey, even one so small as this. So I got you some potions. Take them. Keep your Pokémon safe so you can help take care of your mother."
My hands move slowly to accept this generous gift. Keep your Pokémon safe. Take care of your mother. Are all people really this generous? I don't do much socializing. The other kids make fun of me for having only one parent and using the same clothes year after year or at least until it no longer fits or are reduced to rags. I can't even utter a thank you or force a smile. "You'll be alright kid. That Pokémon you chose is called Bulbasaur. It's not a very popular Pokémon. Most usually choose Squirtle or Charmander because their evolutions, Blastoise and Charizard, get cannons and the other turns into a Dragon. Kind of. They're pretty cool but Bulbasaur, that Pokémon you have. It'll be hard to take down if you train him right. Anyways I have to get back to work, the Professor is expecting a detailed analysis report of – well you're not interested in this. I find it exciting but not everyone else does. Good luck kiddo." And he leaves with that.
I release the Pokémon from his ball. It's quite adorable really. He moves forward to me and nibbles on my shoelace. I giggle and decide that Nibbles fits this creature quite well. I let him walk with me instead of forcing him into his pokeball. In the distance I see a one eyed ghost. I avoid him, Nibbles can only tackle his opponents at this stage and would be highly vulnerable to attacks. I face an opponent who is big, black and yellow. He paralyzes Nibbles but ultimately has no moves that can harm Nibbles. After he goes down I can see that Nibbles has gained plenty of battle experience. I battle several creatures and Nibbles learns he can leech enemies to regain his health by sprouting seeds on them. I arrive at the town and find out Mr. Pokémon lives just north of here in a secluded cabin from an old man. He spots my shoes. I've worn them since last year. He gifts me some new ones to help along my journey. I dump the old shoes that even a hobo would leave in the trash and I head north. As I go further on my way my feelings towards humanity changes. How can people like the other school children exist and people like the professor's aid and this old man share the same earth?
In the grass, I find a purple and pink pokeball. This may come in handy. Nibbles doesn't bother with the wild Pokémon in the area. We wade through the grass quickly. I reach the cabin and find the man already has company. Regardless I am ushered inside.
"So you're Linda, the professor tells me. I have a package that I need you to deliver to him. Here take it, I have work to do." At least he's blunt. No need for niceties or small talk. The visitor looks astonished. Clearly he has more experience speaking with children and treating them with respect. "Forgive my colleague, he doesn't spend much time around other people. You can imagine though. He does live in a secluded cabin after all! Hi, my name is Samuel. What's yours?" He says that last piece with a mischievous smile.
"Cynthia, sir." I speak. ""No need for formalities, Cynthia. I see you have a Bulbasaur, does he have a name?" I can't help myself but reply to him. I can tell that this man can win even the heart of the coldest person. "Nibbles, sir, I mean Sam." He chuckles. I can tell he's laughing at my embarrassment, but his laughter is not being directed at me somehow. He doesn't laugh at me like the school children do. "You seem to be new at being a trainer correct? Nibbles here, though already looking like he has some battling experience is very low leveled. Isn't it?"
"Yes, sir." I stammer at my mistake, but Sam doesn't give any indication that he's bothered by it. He isn't treating me like I'm beneath him, but he wears the attitude of a man who receives respect and recognition on a regular basis. "I am here on request by Elm. I'm here to deliver this package to him."
"Well, that reminds me of a boy I know from back home. See, I'm from Kanto and I helped this boy named HZ. I gave him his starter Pokémon. He made it pretty far." His eyebrows and the form of his mouth betrayed his happy mannerisms. I think it'd be best not to ask about him. But I can't help but wonder if the boy's journey ended tragically and he blamed himself. In any case it would be rude to impose on whatever situation was causing Sam misfortune.
3
I have so much to write since my journey started. After meeting Sam I headed back to Elm. Sam spent himself out of conversation not long after mentioning that boy and I'm not one for much conversation, even with a charming man such as Sam. There was a break in at the lab. The police was not letting anyone leave the scene, even me. I'd arrived after the incident and was allowed inside only because I had to deliver the package.
The officer had not noticed that no entry point had been forced and the lab, from what the professor had told me, was well stocked with personnel working on reports sent from Mr. Pokémon about the package I had delivered. I told the officer the facts. His mouth curved downwards rapidly.
He questioned the professor and the aids. He found out that one of the aids was seen opening the back door after looking at a security camera video. It had been overlooked earlier because many deliveries were usually made at this time of day. This is where the day became really interesting. There was no footage of the suspect leaving the premises. "The suspect is a red headed male of about eighteen years of age." The officers announced to everyone. They described him without mentioning any importance of him. "Long hair, grey-blue eyes." They focused only on the small things, details that don't matter. "Navy blue sweater with red linings. Did anyone see a person like him?" Nothing was missing.
"No officer." They responded. The exit points were closed off and secured with even more security. After an hour of searching the police had not found the culprit and began considering that the suspect may have already made his escape. The police left telling the professor to call them immediately should he confront the suspected individual.
After the police left I went home to see Mother. Her condition had gotten worse and I didn't want to bother her with the details of my day. I feared it might cause her unnecessary stress. That night I couldn't sleep. Mother was coughing quite forcibly and halfway through the night, she spewed her supper. I tried lending a hand, but she pushed me away stating that "Mothers should take care of their children, not the other way around." I went to the kitchen to prepare some food for her. I prepped a nice warm chicken soup that could cure body and soul.
When I was done, I looked out the window and saw a figure crawling out of the professor's window. I chased him down, stumbling out the door. I was never an athletic person. I was skin and bones. Already my lungs were on fire and we lived right across the street. I stood in his way, body spread to make myself look bigger. I looked the figure straight in the eyes.
"I just got you and you are probably confused right now but I need you to fight for me." I heard him say. The red light from a pokeball lit up his face. It was indeed the suspect from the lab. He released his Pokémon, a green quadruped with yellow markings and a flat head. There was no contest. As the boy had said he had just gotten his Pokémon mere minutes ago and my Nibbles already had experience battling. The boy retreated. He shoved me out of the way.
I went back home. I'm writing this down because I need to read this journal entry so that I remember: I need to get stronger.
4
I'm leaving. Mother pulls me into an embrace. I feel her heartbeat pumping sorrow. The professor hands me a device that will tell me what creature I will be combatting to make my journey safer. I am fully indebted to this man. Randall sees me leaving, Pokémon in tow and he shows me how to catch more Pokémon. He hands me more pokeballs. "You try" The Pokédex tells me this magnificent Pokémon before me is a Cresselia. I use the purple pokeball to catch it and name it Loony. Along the way I catch Cuddles the Luxray. I fail to catch a Pokémon named Meganium on route 46.
Violet City is the first city, outside of Cherrygrove and home that I've ever been to. I visit the strange temple dedicated to the Bellsprout Pokémon. I end up catching the one-eyed ghost I saw earlier; his name is Mercy. The Pokédex calls it Duskull. A stranger tells me of the Pokémon gym. That is what I'm looking for. Inside many trainers await. I can battle them, win and send the money back to Mother. I dispatch of the trainers with little preoccupation. I battle the leader there. "
You're Pokémon are strong, girl! I haven't had anyone with your skill in battling for a long time! In fact, I have to use a Pokémon that I can't technically use on someone with no gym badges. Thing is, I have nothing else to use. I get many challenges everyday and all my other Pokémon are injured. I'm sure no one but you can handle this Pokémon. It's full of pent up rage. Just don't say I didn't warn you." The sand shark Pokémon unleashes it's rage. All my Pokémon succumb to the critter. Blue flames engulf the gym. It seems even the gym leader can't control this being. Flames surround everything and the creature won't stop. Explosions go off and all you hear is the crackling of wood and the rage of this dragon. Smoke suffocates and sickens citizens as sight suffers severely. I drop and lose consciousness.