Post by DaveTheFishandChipsGuy on Apr 4, 2008 9:25:19 GMT 12
Ok, It's time for the curtain to go up on my first fanfic. This was originally meant to be the first chapter of the main story, but I thought that in order to give the OC's more depth and backstory, I should write more. It eventually got too big to be a chapter, so I made it into a prequel of my main story.
The whole story is inspired by a series of dreams I had after I got my copy of LeafGreen. You know, when you play a game FAR to much and you dream you're in it? The story's FP, and the main characters are Dave (yes Dave, it's MY dream ;D ) and his friends Alan and Laura.
This fic is the years before the main story, chronicling the journeys of the main characters through summaries and important flashbacks.
I'll try to post one chapter a day, and then that chap on ff.net and the next chap the day after. I'm posting here first so you guys can help, I've heard this is a good place for a 'trial run'.
Oh yeah, a LOT of credit goes to XAOTL for planning this out for me, that's what's stopped me all this time. Cheers man!
Bold is narration, this applies to all chapters.
Enjoy!
Wow, I’ve really come a long way…
Such a long way, that it’s not even me at the other end. I’ve changed a lot since then, we all have…
For those who don’t know me, here’s my story…
Year 1
Dave, along with his best friends Alan and Laura leave their home in Pallet Town at the age of 10, to start their journey amongst Pokémon. They are each given one of Professor Oak’s starter Pokémon, as well as a Pokédex each to help them learn more about other species. The three friends travel through Kanto, catching more Pokémon and challenging gyms along the way, earning badges that will permit them entry into the Indigo Pokémon League.
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“Ah, there you are David, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Professor Oak welcomes me into his lab.
I trudge inside, not being overly thrilled at being here. I sighed, he just had to use my ‘official’ name. I haven’t been ‘David’ to anyone except my parents and general old people for the last five years, though I suppose the professor fits into that last category.
“I thought you’d be more excited about visiting me and receiving your first Pokémon, David.” he says, a look of concern appearing on his features.
“Well, to me honest, professor, I’m not really that bothered about Pokémon.” I say, in not more than a whisper.
“Really?” he asks. He then looks around the lab, and offers me a chair. Taking it, I look round to see him pulling up another. “Why do you feel that way David?”
“Well, I guess I just feel obligated to it. Everyone leaves at the age of 10 to train Pokémon, and seeing how my best friends are leaving to do just that, then there’s not much point in hanging around town. I might as well do the best I can while I’m on the road.” I reply, stating what has been rolling around in my mind for the last week as my parents and I prepared for my leaving home.
“Have you seen a lot of the Pokémon in this world David?” he queries.
I shake my head. “No sir, except for the Rattata and Pidgey around town. And the Magikarp of course.”
A grin comes to his features. “Well then, you haven’t seen the full scale of Pokémon then. There are many, many species in this world, all of them different, even those in the same species can look different from others.”
This piques my interest. “Really professor? I never new there was so much variety in Pokémon.”
He looks happy at this. “Good, I thought you’d come around. Now have you thought about which starter Pokémon you’d like?”
I nod. “Yes sir. I thought I’d like the grass-type one.”
“Ah, Bulbasaur. A very good beginners Pokémon, and fairly easy to raise. But…”
I look up at this. “But… what sir?”
“Your friends came by earlier, Alan and Laura, to collect their starter Pokémon as well.”
“Oh, well if they took the Bulbasaur sir, then that’s alri-” I stop when I see the grin on his face.
“Ah, they all fall for it these days.” he chortles, “No, the Bulbasaur you wanted is perfectly safe. Your friends took the water and fire-type starters. Aren’t you lucky?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. The Pokémon I wanted was mine! Yes!
“I’ll go and get it for you.” he says, walking into another room in his lab. He comes back a few minutes later with what I knew to be a Pokéball. A sphere, with a red top half and white bottom half, with a black ring around the middle where the two halves met. There was a button in the middle of this ring, for enlarging or compacting the ball for easy transportation.
“Come on out Bulbasaur. Time to meet your new friend.” the professor says, throwing the ball to the ground. It splits open and white energy pours forth, settling into a shape, which then becomes…
A green-blue creature, with four short legs, and a large head featuring two large, red eyes, which were looking around nervously. However, its most noticeable feature was a large, green bulb sitting on it’s back. I could only pray that it wouldn’t develop into a giant daffodil anytime soon, as that would probably give my major hayfever.
“Bulb-bulbasaur?” it said, as it looked around the room, and then at me.
“Can it only say it’s name?” I asked Professor Oak.
He nodded. “Yes, most Pokémon can only say the syllables that make up their own names. Some can make other noises, like screeches and roars though.”
“Wow.” I murmured. I knelt down to face the Pokémon, which recoiled a bit, but then edged closer.
“Hello Bulbasaur.” I said, holding my hand out to it. The creature looked at my hand for a few seconds, before giving an excited squeal, and tackling me in the chest, knocking me over.
“Saur, bulba-bulbasaur.” it said as I stood up and picked it up with me. Professor Oak was trying, and failing, to suppress a laugh.
“Looks like Bulbasaur really likes you David.” he said.
I looked down at the green creature in my arms, which smiled up at me, before saying “Yeah, looks like we’re going to get on just fine.”
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“Shush! Did you hear that Bulbasaur?”
“Bul-ba.”
I had decided that I should catch more Pokémon. After getting to Viridian City without seeing so much as a Pidgey, I decided to try an area west of the City before journeying on. I’d been walking along with Bulbasaur when I heard a noise. Moving slowly so as not to disturb any Pokémon, I heard the noise again.
“Now Squirtle, Water Gun!”
The sound of splashing water ensued. I looked around the tree I was behind, and saw a Pokéball fly into a small bird. The bird was converted to red energy, and sucked inside. The ball closed, wobbled on the ground a few times, and was still. A ‘PING!’ noise echoed throughout the vicinity. I then saw a boy, around my age, walk up to the ball and inspect it. He muttered a small “Yes!” of victory, before minimizing the ball, and attaching it to his belt. He was now joined by a small, blue, turtle like Pokémon with an orange and cream shell. I recognised it as a Squirtle. I inspected the boy again. He was dressed mostly in red clothes, except his jeans. He had messed black hair, which was underneath a red hat. I now knew who I was dealing with.
“Excited with your first catch, Red?” I asked.
The boy jumped, span around, and promptly broke out in a grin. “Hey Blue, good to see you.” he said, referring to the colour of my attire, as I was his. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you. I left fairly early today, and I know what your lie-ins are like.”
“Yeah I know. But you shouldn’t expect me to stay in your dust the whole time.” I retorted. I saw my best friend bridle a bit at this. I’ve always known that he tends to rush forward without thinking, relying on me to help him when he gets bounced back.
We were walking back to Viridian now. So I thought I’d engage him in more conversation. “A Squirtle huh? I had you picked for a Charmander, Mr. Hothead Alan.”
Alan sighed at this. “Well, I did want a Charmander, but it appears someone got there first.”
“Green huh? Well, she can be just as hotheaded as you, I suppose. I think it suits her.” I said, talking about our other, mutual friend.
“Hey Dave, wanna head through the forest together after we get our Pokémon healed?” he enquired of me.
“Yeah, sure man. That sounds like a good idea to me.”
*************************
“YES!” Alan shouted, as the Pokéball ceased to move on the forest floor. We were in the Viridian Forest and Alan, using his newly caught Spearow, had managed to catch a Weedle. I had made a catch as well, using Bulbasaur to acquire a Poliwag from a pond near the forest entrance.
We were wondering where to go next, when we smelled a burning scent. We rushed over to where the smell was coming from, and as we rounded a tree, we stopped dead. We saw a young girl, who we could easily identify. It wasn’t the Chamander by her side, or the fact that she was obviously a rookie trainer. It was because she was wearing all-green clothing. Her sleeveless top, green. Her skirt, green. Even her wide hat, different to Alan’s cap, was green. All different shades, but still green. So that was what we called her.
As the Pokéball she had thrown enveloped a small, green (surprise!) caterpillar, we approached her.
“Hey Green.” Alan called to her.
No response, until –
‘PING!’ went the Pokéball. The girl walked over to collect it. As she got there though-
“Oi, Green!” Alan shouted. This had the desired effect. The girl spun around, her long blonde hair whipping behind her, saw us, shrieked, and fell over backwards.
Alan and I grinned at each other. “Do you think that she was surprised to see us?” I asked.
“Maybe, just a little.” he replied.
We walked over to her, and helped her to her feet. She looked at us again, her brown eyes widening in confusion. “What the hell are you two doing here?” she shouted.
Alan and I grinned again at each other. “Honestly,” he said, “such a temper at her age.”
“Yeah,” I added, “do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” knowing she could have quite the temper if the right buttons were pushed. Unfortunately, pushing said buttons usually resulted in an exploding control panel.
She sighed something on the edge of hearing that sounded like “men!” and pushed past us.
“Hey, Laura! Come on! Where are you going?” I called. Laura had always been one of my best friends, along with Alan. Lots of people remarked how close we were for a boy and girl, but also knew that to each other we were just kids. If we were a few years older, it would be a lot more complicated, as well as frowned upon.
Alan ran on and caught her by the wrist. She struggled for a bit before stopping, knowing we wouldn’t leave her alone now.
“What do you two want?” she asked. I say asked, it might have been a growl.
“Well, we were going to ask-” I started, but was instantly cut off by an excitable Alan.
“Wanna travel with us?” he burst out.
She looked at us quizzically, before turning around, muttering “No thanks.” and walking back into the forest.
“Come on Laura!” Alan shouted, “lets bring the colour group back together!” referencing our ‘gang’ at school, since we each wore one colour, and usually hung out together.
She stopped, appeared to consider it, and then turned back and walked towards us. “Well, you guys are my two best friends. So okay, I’ll go with you, but on two conditions. 1. I get my own room in Pokémon Centres.” We both nodded at this, “and 2. I call any cute Pokémon we find.”
End of chapter 1...
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Well, that's 'Year 1' of my stories Timeline. Alan and Laura are based on Red and Leaf, the player characters in FireRed and LeafGreen, with a few tweaks. They are not based on friends of mine. Should be posting the next chapter tomorrow.
Pleas post your opinion, I'd really appreciate it.
Dave
The whole story is inspired by a series of dreams I had after I got my copy of LeafGreen. You know, when you play a game FAR to much and you dream you're in it? The story's FP, and the main characters are Dave (yes Dave, it's MY dream ;D ) and his friends Alan and Laura.
This fic is the years before the main story, chronicling the journeys of the main characters through summaries and important flashbacks.
I'll try to post one chapter a day, and then that chap on ff.net and the next chap the day after. I'm posting here first so you guys can help, I've heard this is a good place for a 'trial run'.
Oh yeah, a LOT of credit goes to XAOTL for planning this out for me, that's what's stopped me all this time. Cheers man!
Bold is narration, this applies to all chapters.
Enjoy!
The Story of Another
Wow, I’ve really come a long way…
Such a long way, that it’s not even me at the other end. I’ve changed a lot since then, we all have…
For those who don’t know me, here’s my story…
Year 1
Dave, along with his best friends Alan and Laura leave their home in Pallet Town at the age of 10, to start their journey amongst Pokémon. They are each given one of Professor Oak’s starter Pokémon, as well as a Pokédex each to help them learn more about other species. The three friends travel through Kanto, catching more Pokémon and challenging gyms along the way, earning badges that will permit them entry into the Indigo Pokémon League.
*************************
“Ah, there you are David, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Professor Oak welcomes me into his lab.
I trudge inside, not being overly thrilled at being here. I sighed, he just had to use my ‘official’ name. I haven’t been ‘David’ to anyone except my parents and general old people for the last five years, though I suppose the professor fits into that last category.
“I thought you’d be more excited about visiting me and receiving your first Pokémon, David.” he says, a look of concern appearing on his features.
“Well, to me honest, professor, I’m not really that bothered about Pokémon.” I say, in not more than a whisper.
“Really?” he asks. He then looks around the lab, and offers me a chair. Taking it, I look round to see him pulling up another. “Why do you feel that way David?”
“Well, I guess I just feel obligated to it. Everyone leaves at the age of 10 to train Pokémon, and seeing how my best friends are leaving to do just that, then there’s not much point in hanging around town. I might as well do the best I can while I’m on the road.” I reply, stating what has been rolling around in my mind for the last week as my parents and I prepared for my leaving home.
“Have you seen a lot of the Pokémon in this world David?” he queries.
I shake my head. “No sir, except for the Rattata and Pidgey around town. And the Magikarp of course.”
A grin comes to his features. “Well then, you haven’t seen the full scale of Pokémon then. There are many, many species in this world, all of them different, even those in the same species can look different from others.”
This piques my interest. “Really professor? I never new there was so much variety in Pokémon.”
He looks happy at this. “Good, I thought you’d come around. Now have you thought about which starter Pokémon you’d like?”
I nod. “Yes sir. I thought I’d like the grass-type one.”
“Ah, Bulbasaur. A very good beginners Pokémon, and fairly easy to raise. But…”
I look up at this. “But… what sir?”
“Your friends came by earlier, Alan and Laura, to collect their starter Pokémon as well.”
“Oh, well if they took the Bulbasaur sir, then that’s alri-” I stop when I see the grin on his face.
“Ah, they all fall for it these days.” he chortles, “No, the Bulbasaur you wanted is perfectly safe. Your friends took the water and fire-type starters. Aren’t you lucky?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. The Pokémon I wanted was mine! Yes!
“I’ll go and get it for you.” he says, walking into another room in his lab. He comes back a few minutes later with what I knew to be a Pokéball. A sphere, with a red top half and white bottom half, with a black ring around the middle where the two halves met. There was a button in the middle of this ring, for enlarging or compacting the ball for easy transportation.
“Come on out Bulbasaur. Time to meet your new friend.” the professor says, throwing the ball to the ground. It splits open and white energy pours forth, settling into a shape, which then becomes…
A green-blue creature, with four short legs, and a large head featuring two large, red eyes, which were looking around nervously. However, its most noticeable feature was a large, green bulb sitting on it’s back. I could only pray that it wouldn’t develop into a giant daffodil anytime soon, as that would probably give my major hayfever.
“Bulb-bulbasaur?” it said, as it looked around the room, and then at me.
“Can it only say it’s name?” I asked Professor Oak.
He nodded. “Yes, most Pokémon can only say the syllables that make up their own names. Some can make other noises, like screeches and roars though.”
“Wow.” I murmured. I knelt down to face the Pokémon, which recoiled a bit, but then edged closer.
“Hello Bulbasaur.” I said, holding my hand out to it. The creature looked at my hand for a few seconds, before giving an excited squeal, and tackling me in the chest, knocking me over.
“Saur, bulba-bulbasaur.” it said as I stood up and picked it up with me. Professor Oak was trying, and failing, to suppress a laugh.
“Looks like Bulbasaur really likes you David.” he said.
I looked down at the green creature in my arms, which smiled up at me, before saying “Yeah, looks like we’re going to get on just fine.”
*************************
“Shush! Did you hear that Bulbasaur?”
“Bul-ba.”
I had decided that I should catch more Pokémon. After getting to Viridian City without seeing so much as a Pidgey, I decided to try an area west of the City before journeying on. I’d been walking along with Bulbasaur when I heard a noise. Moving slowly so as not to disturb any Pokémon, I heard the noise again.
“Now Squirtle, Water Gun!”
The sound of splashing water ensued. I looked around the tree I was behind, and saw a Pokéball fly into a small bird. The bird was converted to red energy, and sucked inside. The ball closed, wobbled on the ground a few times, and was still. A ‘PING!’ noise echoed throughout the vicinity. I then saw a boy, around my age, walk up to the ball and inspect it. He muttered a small “Yes!” of victory, before minimizing the ball, and attaching it to his belt. He was now joined by a small, blue, turtle like Pokémon with an orange and cream shell. I recognised it as a Squirtle. I inspected the boy again. He was dressed mostly in red clothes, except his jeans. He had messed black hair, which was underneath a red hat. I now knew who I was dealing with.
“Excited with your first catch, Red?” I asked.
The boy jumped, span around, and promptly broke out in a grin. “Hey Blue, good to see you.” he said, referring to the colour of my attire, as I was his. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you. I left fairly early today, and I know what your lie-ins are like.”
“Yeah I know. But you shouldn’t expect me to stay in your dust the whole time.” I retorted. I saw my best friend bridle a bit at this. I’ve always known that he tends to rush forward without thinking, relying on me to help him when he gets bounced back.
We were walking back to Viridian now. So I thought I’d engage him in more conversation. “A Squirtle huh? I had you picked for a Charmander, Mr. Hothead Alan.”
Alan sighed at this. “Well, I did want a Charmander, but it appears someone got there first.”
“Green huh? Well, she can be just as hotheaded as you, I suppose. I think it suits her.” I said, talking about our other, mutual friend.
“Hey Dave, wanna head through the forest together after we get our Pokémon healed?” he enquired of me.
“Yeah, sure man. That sounds like a good idea to me.”
*************************
“YES!” Alan shouted, as the Pokéball ceased to move on the forest floor. We were in the Viridian Forest and Alan, using his newly caught Spearow, had managed to catch a Weedle. I had made a catch as well, using Bulbasaur to acquire a Poliwag from a pond near the forest entrance.
We were wondering where to go next, when we smelled a burning scent. We rushed over to where the smell was coming from, and as we rounded a tree, we stopped dead. We saw a young girl, who we could easily identify. It wasn’t the Chamander by her side, or the fact that she was obviously a rookie trainer. It was because she was wearing all-green clothing. Her sleeveless top, green. Her skirt, green. Even her wide hat, different to Alan’s cap, was green. All different shades, but still green. So that was what we called her.
As the Pokéball she had thrown enveloped a small, green (surprise!) caterpillar, we approached her.
“Hey Green.” Alan called to her.
No response, until –
‘PING!’ went the Pokéball. The girl walked over to collect it. As she got there though-
“Oi, Green!” Alan shouted. This had the desired effect. The girl spun around, her long blonde hair whipping behind her, saw us, shrieked, and fell over backwards.
Alan and I grinned at each other. “Do you think that she was surprised to see us?” I asked.
“Maybe, just a little.” he replied.
We walked over to her, and helped her to her feet. She looked at us again, her brown eyes widening in confusion. “What the hell are you two doing here?” she shouted.
Alan and I grinned again at each other. “Honestly,” he said, “such a temper at her age.”
“Yeah,” I added, “do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” knowing she could have quite the temper if the right buttons were pushed. Unfortunately, pushing said buttons usually resulted in an exploding control panel.
She sighed something on the edge of hearing that sounded like “men!” and pushed past us.
“Hey, Laura! Come on! Where are you going?” I called. Laura had always been one of my best friends, along with Alan. Lots of people remarked how close we were for a boy and girl, but also knew that to each other we were just kids. If we were a few years older, it would be a lot more complicated, as well as frowned upon.
Alan ran on and caught her by the wrist. She struggled for a bit before stopping, knowing we wouldn’t leave her alone now.
“What do you two want?” she asked. I say asked, it might have been a growl.
“Well, we were going to ask-” I started, but was instantly cut off by an excitable Alan.
“Wanna travel with us?” he burst out.
She looked at us quizzically, before turning around, muttering “No thanks.” and walking back into the forest.
“Come on Laura!” Alan shouted, “lets bring the colour group back together!” referencing our ‘gang’ at school, since we each wore one colour, and usually hung out together.
She stopped, appeared to consider it, and then turned back and walked towards us. “Well, you guys are my two best friends. So okay, I’ll go with you, but on two conditions. 1. I get my own room in Pokémon Centres.” We both nodded at this, “and 2. I call any cute Pokémon we find.”
End of chapter 1...
****************************
Well, that's 'Year 1' of my stories Timeline. Alan and Laura are based on Red and Leaf, the player characters in FireRed and LeafGreen, with a few tweaks. They are not based on friends of mine. Should be posting the next chapter tomorrow.
Pleas post your opinion, I'd really appreciate it.
Dave
