Hello everybody!
For some time now, I've been writing a short fanfic that chronicles my last Nuzlocke runthrough of Blue version (old school, right?). I have a blog that includes the fic and a lot of people from the forums have been over to visit. I haven't been getting any feedback however, so I decided to bring my fic here as well (slightly edited), in the hopes that joining a community of like-minded peoples will improve my writing.
About the story: It generally follows the events of the Gen. 1 games, but I'm building up a backstory and a world with which I hope to continue after my Nuzlocke chronicle is over. It is a dark time, in which the rise of Team Rocket has strongly influenced politics and ethics in the Kanto region. Among hushed rumors and shallow news stories of devious happenings, one trainer leaves his home in Pallet to follow the ancient traditions of his town and become a Pokemon trainer.
As a warning, I have, for the sake of continuity within my game, reversed the roles that the characters Red and Blue normally play within the Pokemon world. I named my protagonist Blue after the version I played and named his rival Red. Hopefully this will not detract from the story.
Rating: PG-13. Being a Nuzlocke story, it often deals with violence and disturbing imagery including injury and death.
Without further ado, here is my first chapter; I hope to have a couple up today or tomorrow. Remember, all feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!
For some time now, I've been writing a short fanfic that chronicles my last Nuzlocke runthrough of Blue version (old school, right?). I have a blog that includes the fic and a lot of people from the forums have been over to visit. I haven't been getting any feedback however, so I decided to bring my fic here as well (slightly edited), in the hopes that joining a community of like-minded peoples will improve my writing.
About the story: It generally follows the events of the Gen. 1 games, but I'm building up a backstory and a world with which I hope to continue after my Nuzlocke chronicle is over. It is a dark time, in which the rise of Team Rocket has strongly influenced politics and ethics in the Kanto region. Among hushed rumors and shallow news stories of devious happenings, one trainer leaves his home in Pallet to follow the ancient traditions of his town and become a Pokemon trainer.
As a warning, I have, for the sake of continuity within my game, reversed the roles that the characters Red and Blue normally play within the Pokemon world. I named my protagonist Blue after the version I played and named his rival Red. Hopefully this will not detract from the story.
Rating: PG-13. Being a Nuzlocke story, it often deals with violence and disturbing imagery including injury and death.
Without further ado, here is my first chapter; I hope to have a couple up today or tomorrow. Remember, all feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: An Uncertain Future
Chapter 2: A Dying Legacy
Chapter 3: A Tiring Ordeal
Chapter 4: A Rocky Road
Chapter 5: A Challenger Approaches
Chapter 2: A Dying Legacy
Chapter 3: A Tiring Ordeal
Chapter 4: A Rocky Road
Chapter 5: A Challenger Approaches
Dawn of Ruin
Chapter 1: An Uncertain Future
Chapter 1: An Uncertain Future
My alarm sounds, harsh and blaring in the morning haze. It's my birthday. Gotta go downstairs. I know what today will bring.
Mom's at the table. She's started breakfast already. She looks at me and tells me to sit down and eat quickly. It's my big day. As if I didn't know already. I sit down and pour myself some cereal.
As I crunch away at my PikaPuffs, my brain races, searching for a desperate escape. I think of many excuses, each more pathetic than the last. I shovel the cereal into my mouth faster and faster, hastening my doom but unable to do anything else. I look up at Mom over my empty bowl with pleading eyes.
"Mom..."
"..."
"Please..."
"..."
"It's my birthday......"
"..."
This, diary, is how my first day in the real world began.
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I adjusted the straps on my backpack as I walked away from the place I had called home for the first nine years of my life. Mine was a difficult position: ten years old, alone in the world, but with an overriding respect for the tradition that had governed the town of Pallet for centuries. It was custom, it is said, that all boys must leave home on their tenth birthday to begin their Pokémon journey. I looked toward the south and sighed. The sea breeze cooled my face and I took in the smell of the salty wind. Time to go.
I turned toward Route 1 and prepared to set out when I heard my name from a distance.
"Blue! Hey, Blue! Wait up! Hey, don't go out there!"
I turned to see kindly old Professor Oak dashing out of his lab at me, waving his arms so that his lab coat flailed wildly. "Blue, what are you doing? Don't you know it's dangerous out there? Say, isn't it your birthday? I thought yours was the same day as my grandson's! Come along, Blue. You turned ten today as well, didn't you? Right, I thought so. Don't dawdle!"
I trailed after him into his Pokémon laboratory. He pointed to various devices and introduced me to several of his research staff, but I was distracted by the thoughts of my uncertain future.
"... Oh, and here he is, Blue! Good morning, Red, and happy birthday!"
I peeked around Professor Oak and saw my childhood friend, Red Oak standing by the Professor's desk, looking impatient. We'd had a falling out several years before, and hadn't seen much of each other since.
"Oh hey, Blue," Red said. "Gramps, why am I here? It's my birthday. I'm ready to go!"
Professor Oak swirled away in a blur of Pokéballs and lab coat. "Oh, hold on, Red. No need to be impatient. Just give me... *oof*... one second... Got it!" He pranced back into view, holding a wooden box in his hands. "Now this," he said knowingly, "is a birthday present for the both of you. Go ahead! Take a look!" He lifted the lid of the box and shoved it under my nose.
"Present? Hey, Gramps? What about me?" Red yelled.
"Just a minute, Red, I'll give you one too. Why don't you let the guest pick first?"
Curious, I peered into the box. Inside were three Pokéballs. Engraved on each was the name of the Pokémon inside: Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander. I knew all three from the shows I used to watch, and knew immediately which one to pick.
"Wow, a Bulbasaur? Thanks a lot, Professor!"
"Not at all, my boy. Here Red, why don't you take a look?"
Red glowered at me from behind his grandfather. "He took the Bulbasaur... *grumble*... I guess that means I'll have to pick... Charmander." He snatched the Pokéball from the box and looked at it in disdain. "It'll do, anyway. Say Blue, why don't we have a battle, right here? I'll see how good that Bulbasaur really is."
"RED, NO! NOT IN MY LABORAT..."
"Charmander! Go!"
The red and white ball whizzed straight at me, cracking open to allow Charmander to materialize. I realized then that Red had not forgiven our feud. He chose Charmander because he knew it would have the advantage over Bulbasaur. Reluctantly, I tossed my Pokéball.
"Bulbasaur, let's see what you can do!"
Bulbasaur came out of the ball and was immediately set upon by Red's Charmander.
"Charmander, scratch him!"
The claws flew toward Bulbasaur, standing stock still before the tiny fury.
"Bulbasaur!" I yelled. "Don't just stand there! Dodge it!"
Bulbasaur growled and leapt out of the way, taking only a small scratch on his side.
"Look out for his tail! Tackle him! Pin him to the ground!"
Bulbasaur dodged the flame on Charmander's tail and pounced on it from behind. In seconds, the battle was over.
"Well, that's that, I guess," Red said. "I knew Charmander was weak. Finish him off then, Blue."
I looked at him in horror. Finish him? I couldn't do that to a Pokémon, even that of my rival. I looked down at Bulbasaur, sitting on Charmander's back, licking the scratch wound.
"Bulbasaur, return," I pointed the Pokéball at him and he shot back into the ball. "No, Red. I am a friend to all Pokémon. I will never do such a thing to any creature."
As I turned my back and left the lab, I heard his last words follow me. "You're weak, Blue! You don't even know how Pokémon work! Don't expect to get away with that out in the world!"
I came to the door and reached to open it, but a hand grabbed my arm and held me still. "Pst... Blue!" I turned to see the grizzled face of Professor Oak. "I'm sorry for what Red did back there. It was rash and immature, but there is a grain of truth to what he said. I told you it's a dangerous world out there, Blue. Team Rocket is growing in power, and no one can stop them, not even me or the Elite Four! We don't know where to find them or how to battle them! He's right when he said that you can't expect trainers in the real world to treat your Pokémon the same way that you treated his! I admire the courage and gentility you show in your battle style, but I'm warning you now that you must be on your guard!"
He sighed. "Here, Blue. I want you to have this. I see great talent in you and believe that you'll be able to help with my research. Take this Pokédex. It's a Pokémon encyclopedia! You'll be able to record information on the Pokémon that you see and catch. If I am right, it will come in useful to the both of us." He released my arm.
"Oh, and Blue... happy birthday."
-Blue. Day 1. Under a tree on Route 1
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