A late beginning

Trainer awoke slowly. It took a long time to fall asleep last night and my body was sure to remind me. Looking out the window it was still dark outside. Dark outside? Then why in mew’s name am I awake?

Oh shit!

I quickly put on my clothes I laid out the night before: Simple black cargo pants with lots of deep pockets, a short T-shirt and a green thick hoodie. Once dressed I ran towards the staircase, nearly breaking my toe in the process as I practically kick my switch into the wall on the other side of my room. There goes my favorite console. Ah well, no time to mourn.

Making it downstairs without any further accidents I see one of my 2 mothers in the kitchen. She always wakes up earlier then the rest of us. In strong contrast the her wife who would sleep all day if she could.

“What was that noise?” She asked

“I stumbled a bit don’t worry about it” I lied as naturally as I breathe. suprising even myself. Especially with my inexperience in the subject. Regardless she seems to buy it (or she just let you off today)

She turned around to face you “If you say so. Are you eating with us?”

“Eeeuuhh”

She gave me a small smile “its allright, we can’t keep you here forever after all” she pointed her butterknife behind me “I moved your bag over there, just come say goodbye to us before you leave oke?”

“Will do, thanks mom!” And with that I walked towards the door to grab the bag. Its probably the most defining and important item for a trainer. Nearly everybody uses pokemon but only trainers have these bags. They are expensive and absolutly crucial to adventuring. Its hard to imagine a world where one would need to carry their bike, tent, clothing and pokemon through volcanos and snowstorms without these beautifull things.

The bag was hard to get as well, technically everybody can apply for one at school and goverment buildings but you need to go through a fairly tough test. Its easy to adventure but its harder knowing how to properly take care of a little over 800 pokemon. Some crazy people even learned how to take care of legendary pokemon that may or may not exist. They did get a fancier lighter bag do. But this one is good enough for me, I doubt i’ll encounter rayquaza anytime soon (and if I do we’ll have bigger things to worry about).

Closing the door behind myself I take a look around my familliar hometown: woowok-village.

Like most villages its exclusivly populated by woman (yourself excluded), unlike most villages it had a pokemon professor. A professor who would be handing 3 people in this village a starter pokemon. The first one is some random kid that just turned 18, I think he was called {rival}? [Enter his name on the right]

The second lucky trainer was who I considerd to be my only friend: Gina. I had friends back in the day but as I grew older they started to focus more on the “you’re a male” part then the “you’re a friend” part and I slowly cut contact with them. Gina on the other hand treats me like she would any other. She’s the only friend who would tell me to fuck off if I was being an asshole. And I was gratefull for it.

Ironically she’s also the only 1 who I can’t just add to the harem by simply asking. Back when we were kids (when I didn’t fully understand the unique position I was in yet) I declared that any girl that wanted to join my harem would need to prove herself first. What proving themselves meant I had no idea, kids can be really dumb. Luckily all kids are dumb and all your friends then declared that they would prove themselves in case they ever met a male. Most of them forgot a day later but Gina remembers, and thats why she’s starting her pokemon journey simultaniously with you, so she would likely be your main “rival”. A bit unfair considering she’s already had an internship with the pokerangers while you were stuck in your tiny village but its as close to a fair rival as I was going to get.

Finishing my thoughts I stood in front of the towns pokelab. Supposedly this village was chosen due to the silence and unobstructed sky. All the trees we plant for the wood we export keep the sky clear from smog, and the weather is almost always sunny and pleasant. Currently, the lab was closed. It would open up in an hour. So why am I standing here so early? Well for one I have a habit of oversleeping. Secondly: whoever gets here first gets the first pick for their starter and have 3 options. The second would get 2 and the third would get **** at all. If there would be a fourth kid they would get a non-starter pokemon like eevee or pikachu. They aren’t bad pokemon but they only get 2 evolutions which is often undesirable for starter pokemon.

Now unlike most regions we didn’t have any unique pokemons. In fact this entire place was uninhabited until a couple hundred years ago. All the pokemon were imported from other regions before spreading naturally, and the starters are no exception. So unlike other regions my starter pokemon will be 3 random starter pokemon from the other regions, which makes getting first choice all the more important.

I sat down with my back against the pokelab and waved at the camera at the entrance. A couple minutes later I heard quick footsteps approaching.

“Dammit!”

I looked up from my phone to see Gina standing there.

“You always oversleep! Why couldn’t you just do the same now!” She stomped her feet on the ground.

I put my middle and index finger on the side of my head in a sort of salute. A sign I developed in boy camp (2 months a year boys would go to a camp with other boys to talk to others like them. Its a goverment funded and staffed entirely by mostly male volunteers who often end up being a father figure to these kids). “Yo, Gina”

Gina was an attractive girl. She had fairly long black hair, a carefree face and was of average height. I only notice these feautures however because I have to tear my hormone filled self away from her more.... eyecatching assets. Honestly based on looks alone she would be the first member of your harem. But as a wise man once said “face is the place, but the heart makes the part”... There is no wise man, I just made that up, but it sounds fitting. Especially since she's pretty chill.

Gina sat beside me and also waved to the labs camera and I let out a small chuckle.

“You heard anything about what starters the professor will give?” She asked

“Nope, nothing. You?”

“Our neighbours said they saw a delivery truck driving towards the lab.” She showed me a picture of a truck on her phone with a big logo on the side.

“I did some searching on the pory-web and apparantly the delivery company was located in sinnoh” she said excitedly

“You did all that but you can’t wake up an hour early” I said with a big grin

Ow!

“You don’t have the right to say that with how many times you left me waiting”

Rubbing my sore shoulder I asked “fair enough, so why are you so excited for sinnoh? Any pokemon there you want?”

“Why would I tell you that, so you can pick a counter? To steal it from right under me?”

I just stared at her “i’ve got exactly 1 friend in my life and i’m not throwing that away for a fire hazard monkey”

“I would abandon you for a chimchar” she murmered under her breath.

I puncher her back.

Ow!

“Fine fine i’ll tell you” she was rubbing her shoulder simmilarly to you a few seconds ago “I want a piplup, they’re cute”

“I guess I know what i’m picking” I said with a big shiteating grin on ny face

She gave me a look that convinced me that she would try, and succeed in killing me if I even attempted it.

“I’m kidding i’m kidding. Please put away the knife”

Thankfully a witness appeared to the crime that was about to commence postponing my **** at least for a little while.

You again did your finger salute in greeting, no reaction from the girl.

Once she came closer you could see her features a bit more. She was dressed like a typical trainer. Her face was fairly pointy and she had an annoyed look on her face.

“Yo, Dickface mcgee was it?”

She ignored both me and Gina and placed herself a couple meters away.

“Dickface mcgee it is then” I sighed. Occasionally you get girls like this. Usually they are either trowhing themselves at my feet, trying to exploit me for some kind of gain, or they're needlessly hostile such as in this case. I still prefer this over that one time in the alleyway do. Oh arceus i’m going to need to go into cities again aren't I?.

“Trainer you good?” Gina asked

“Huh? uh yeah, i’m good. just spacing out”

The 2 of you continued to talk about the potential starters, pokemon that would be a pain to take care off, battle strategy’s, item usae and more while ignoring the grumbling Dickface mcgee .

Time flew by and 10 minutes before the lab was supposed to open the doors flung open scaring the shit out of everybody.

In the door opening stood a very tired professor. She was fairly young as far as professors go, in her mid 30’s. Her face was slightly oval and carrying big round glasses behind which stood a very tired pair of blue eyes. She was wearing what can only be described as a pyjama with a labcoat tied around her waist. In her hands she what looked to be a cup of coffee but it didn’t smell quite right.

Gina was the first to step up “Hello proffessor, did you have a good nights rest?”

The professor took a sip from her coffee before responding: “I haven’t slept yet and I would really like to get some soon”

“Oh....”

“But” she continued “I promised ya’ll a pokemon” she gave a small smile “a dusty proffessor can push back her sleep just a bit to give some kiddo’s the adventure of a lifetime. Come on in, but lets keep it quick. I’m running on pure caffeine and vigoroth energy pills”

Me and Gilda quickly hurried inside while miss grumble followed soon.

“Alright as tradition dictates “the early bird gets the worm” that means Trainer will go first, Gilda goes second and Dickface mcgee goes third”

“Trainer there’s 3 pokemon in the next room. So please don’t be scared and follow me”

Following the professor leaving the other 2 behind We went through a door in the back. There was some furniture but it had all been pushed aside. In the middle of the room was a metal table and on it were 3 pokeballs. 3 empty pokeballs. Their inhabitants currently residing under the table. These 3 small pokemon were:

• snivy who was looking at you defiantly. He would eventually evolve into serperior. A cool snake who could spam leafstorms and actually get stronger instead of weaker thanks to his contrary ability. Really strong but hard to train.
• cyndaquil currently hiding behind a table leg. He would eventually evolve into typlosion. Basically a giant furret with a flamethrower taped on.
• piplup who was chewing down on an oran berry. Who would eventually evolve into a king. Or as he’s known by some “poseidon’s penguin” back when the old water gym leader “poseidon” ruled the 8th gym.