PokéSaga - The Johto Voyage [PG]
Rated PG for minor vulgar language.
Okay, I was pretty concious about posting this to start with... Some stuff I recently read kinda gave me second thoughts, but I just thought, 'go for it'.
Here it is... Hope you enjoy, to some degree at least. Maybe if it gets popular enough, there'll be more to come.
This story also starts in Johto’s biggest city – the outskirts, to be precise. It is night time, and most of the city’s residents are at home.
In one of the small, two-bedroom homes located on the road leading to the National Park, a young boy is laying on the sofa, watching the television. He flicks from channel to channel – from coverage of the latest Pokémon battle tournament, to an interview with Goldenrod’s own top DJ, Mary, to a video of the Slowpoke Sisters’ latest hit single. Slowly losing interest, he switches off the TV with the remote, and drifts off on the sofa.
He wasn’t asleep for long though, as the boy’s mother enters the room, wearing pink nightwear and a stern look on her face.
“Cris!” she yelled. The boy awoke with a start. His ice-blue eyes shot open, and he scratched his naturally messy, dark hair out of confusion.
“What’s going on?” he said, groggily.
“I keep telling you, falling asleep on the sofa like that won’t do your neck any good. We gave you a bed and your own room for a reason. Now get off your Probopass and up to bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“What’s so special about tomorrow..? It’s just my birthday, nothing special ever happens on my birthday,” Cris moaned, almost sounding as if he treated his birthday just like any other day.
“You’ll see,” his mum assured him. “We’ve got something planned.”
“Yeah, right,” he said as he dragged himself up the stairs. “What the hell is a Probopass anyway?” he mumbled to himself, hoping he was out of his usually-strict mother’s earshot.
Cris thought back to his tenth birthday as he climbed into bed. He remembered a lot of his friends who had recently turned ten had gone off to become Pokémon trainers… And how upset he was when he parents said he was too young and irresponsible to do the same. Since then, he has watched many a Pokémon battle on the TV, and he had read about all sorts of adventures in magazines.
He had hoped every year that his parents would change their minds. Maybe this ‘something’ they have planned is what he has hoped it would be for the past four years?
“Only one way to find out,” he thought to himself, as he drifted back off to sleep.
-
The next morning, Cris woke up to the sound of his father calling him from downstairs. He quickly jumped out of bed and, still in his pyjamas, ran down the stairs.
“What’s up, Dad?” he asked, still wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“I need you to do a favour for me. I want you to run down to the Pokémon centre in town. Nurse Joy should have a package there waiting for me, I need you to bring it back to me,” his dad explained, peering over his thick-rimmed glasses.
“Oh… Okay,” Cris said, somewhat disappointed. He went upstairs to change into his clothes.
Cris was rather tall for his age, and so this made buying clothes a bit hard for his parents. He decided he’d change into his favourite sky blue shirt and white tee combo, with black jeans and his black Pokéshoe trainers. After pulling his blue Pokémon League cap over his messy hair – to save treating the hair itself – he grabbed his house key from the desk loaded with Pokémon magazines and memorabilia, ran downstairs and headed out the front door - skipping breakfast, much to his mother’s annoyance.
As Cris walked rather hastily down the main road into town, he took in the sights of the town he had lived in since he was a baby. The familiar skyline of nearby Ecruteak City to the North, with its two towers standing out the most, was visible from the top of the hill he traversed over to reach the town centre. He soon picked up the pace even further whilst going downhill, and then managed to lose his footing and stumble.
“Heh… Glad no-one was around to see that,” he muttered, dusting himself off.
Slightly shaken from the fall, Cris managed to walk into town where the usual crowds were making their way through the shops, with several important-looking people heading into the mysterious tall buildings lining the Business district. Down an alley, Cris could see several Grimer rooting through the bins for food.
He then took the short-cut through Goldenrod’s underground path, lined with even more shops and stalls, then emerged opposite the Pokémon center.
A grand building, with the familiar Pokémon center logo adorning the roof, red bricking making up the walls, and two floors, both with several lines of windows, stood before Cris, as he walked up to and through the sliding doors.
He rang the bell on the counter, only for a Chansey to come out from behind a door and greet him.
“Chanseeey! Chanse-chansey!” it said in a cheerful, high-pitched voice.
“I guess Nurse Joy isn’t around yet… I’ll just take a seat. Thanks, Chansey.”
“Chansey!” It bowed its pink, egg-shaped body, and walked away.
As Cris took a seat, he looked around. A worried-looking trainer was sitting with his Hoppip on his lap, with the small pink Pokémon looking in serious pain. Another trainer had just arrived with his Kingler clawing to his arm, not looking like it wanted to let go any time soon. Several Chansey just entered the operating theatre, pushing a trolley that was loaded with an Ekans tangled up with a Tangela’s vines.
Five minutes passed when a familiar voice echoed over the announcing system.
“Could Cris Tidey please come to the reception desk?” he heard Nurse Joy say over the mic. He got up and approached the desk.
“Cris, good to see you again. How’s the family?” asked Joy.
“Hey, Nurse Joy. They’re good as usual; dad’s as busy as ever. Um, I’ve come to collect a package for him?”
“Of course, it’s right here. It’s been sent from the PokéCenter outside the mansion in Sinnoh,” she explained as she looked under the desk for the package.
“Sinnoh? Oh yeah, Dad was there for research last week,” Cris recalled.
“Yes, that’s right. He couldn’t bring it over directly due to the luggage limits on his plane from Twinleaf Town. So he got Nurse Joy from over there to send it here. Well, here you are!” Joy handed him the small, cubic package, beaming brightly.
“Thanks, Nurse Joy! I wonder what’s inside?” he said, as he started to make his way out the door.
“Oh, Cris!” Joy called. “Your father asked me to make sure you’re careful with it, it’s quite delicate. And, have a great birthday!” she called back to him.
“Haha, thanks again Nurse Joy. I’ll try my best!” Cris started jogging back home, carefully carrying the box in both arms.
-
“Do you think it’s right, what we’re doing?” Cris’ mum, named Lea, was sitting at the oak kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea. It had been an hour since Cris left the house to pick up the package.
“Of course. Cris has wanted this for years now… I think he’s become more responsible. Pass the sugar, dear,” said Cris’ dad.
“I know, I agree… I just wish… Oh, Alec, Cris is going to be gone for such a long time,” she said, in a rather mournful tone.
“I know dear. But it’s for his sake. He’s not getting anywhere just being cooped up in here, watching TV all day. I think this is perfect for him. He’ll learn so much, and when he does come back, you’ll be so proud of him,” he consoled.
“I hope so,” said Lea. Her eyes wandered to the two Pidgey that had just landed on the kitchen windowsill, fighting over some seeds that Lea had left there for her regular visitors to the window. Then Cris’ parents heard the lock in the door turn, and Cris entered the house.
“I got it,” he said with a smile on his face, gesturing toward the package.
“Well, open it,” said Alec.
“Huh? But, it’s for you?”
“Nope, it’s for you. Happy birthday, Cris.”
Cris looked lost, especially with his mum looking a little down over at the table. Cris hesitated for a second, then started opening the package. His dad smiled.
“It’s… Oh, wow. Dad, does this mean..?” Cris carefully took the small, red-and-white ball from the bubble wrap and stared at it in wonder, his icy-blue eyes wide open with amazement.
“Yes, son. Your mum and I have decided to let you go on your Pokémon journey. I pulled some strings with Professor Elm over in New Bark Town, after coming back from Sinnoh. He and I have a history; we were students together at Celadon University. I helped him out of a jam, and… Well, let’s just say he owed me a favour. He gave the all clear, and allowed me to give you your first Pokémon as a present.”
Cris was speechless. He looked at his mum, who managed a smile for the first time since he got home.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Let your Pokémon out. I’m sure it’s hungry, it has come all the way from Sinnoh after all,” Alec said with another smile.
“Okay, um… Come on out!” he said enthusiastically as he lobbed the ball vertically into the air.
A beam of white light appeared as the ball opened, lighting up the room. It slowly formed the basic shape of a small, four legged Pokémon. Cris looked in amazement at the little Pokémon, resembling a young, tan-brown puppy with a white collar.
“Eee!” it squeaked, as it stood there in this strange, new environment.
Rated PG for minor vulgar language.
Okay, I was pretty concious about posting this to start with... Some stuff I recently read kinda gave me second thoughts, but I just thought, 'go for it'.
Here it is... Hope you enjoy, to some degree at least. Maybe if it gets popular enough, there'll be more to come.
1 - A Birthday To Remember || 2 - A Beginning and an End
Chapter 1 - A Birthday to Remember
There are many stories starting every day in Goldenrod City, with its bustling streets, sky-high buildings and bright, cheery residents. They range from the wild Pokémon sprawling the back alleys on their early morning food hunt, to travelers just passing by to see the sights of the radio tower, or the wide-open National Park situated just north of its border. This story also starts in Johto’s biggest city – the outskirts, to be precise. It is night time, and most of the city’s residents are at home.
In one of the small, two-bedroom homes located on the road leading to the National Park, a young boy is laying on the sofa, watching the television. He flicks from channel to channel – from coverage of the latest Pokémon battle tournament, to an interview with Goldenrod’s own top DJ, Mary, to a video of the Slowpoke Sisters’ latest hit single. Slowly losing interest, he switches off the TV with the remote, and drifts off on the sofa.
He wasn’t asleep for long though, as the boy’s mother enters the room, wearing pink nightwear and a stern look on her face.
“Cris!” she yelled. The boy awoke with a start. His ice-blue eyes shot open, and he scratched his naturally messy, dark hair out of confusion.
“What’s going on?” he said, groggily.
“I keep telling you, falling asleep on the sofa like that won’t do your neck any good. We gave you a bed and your own room for a reason. Now get off your Probopass and up to bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“What’s so special about tomorrow..? It’s just my birthday, nothing special ever happens on my birthday,” Cris moaned, almost sounding as if he treated his birthday just like any other day.
“You’ll see,” his mum assured him. “We’ve got something planned.”
“Yeah, right,” he said as he dragged himself up the stairs. “What the hell is a Probopass anyway?” he mumbled to himself, hoping he was out of his usually-strict mother’s earshot.
Cris thought back to his tenth birthday as he climbed into bed. He remembered a lot of his friends who had recently turned ten had gone off to become Pokémon trainers… And how upset he was when he parents said he was too young and irresponsible to do the same. Since then, he has watched many a Pokémon battle on the TV, and he had read about all sorts of adventures in magazines.
He had hoped every year that his parents would change their minds. Maybe this ‘something’ they have planned is what he has hoped it would be for the past four years?
“Only one way to find out,” he thought to himself, as he drifted back off to sleep.
-
The next morning, Cris woke up to the sound of his father calling him from downstairs. He quickly jumped out of bed and, still in his pyjamas, ran down the stairs.
“What’s up, Dad?” he asked, still wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“I need you to do a favour for me. I want you to run down to the Pokémon centre in town. Nurse Joy should have a package there waiting for me, I need you to bring it back to me,” his dad explained, peering over his thick-rimmed glasses.
“Oh… Okay,” Cris said, somewhat disappointed. He went upstairs to change into his clothes.
Cris was rather tall for his age, and so this made buying clothes a bit hard for his parents. He decided he’d change into his favourite sky blue shirt and white tee combo, with black jeans and his black Pokéshoe trainers. After pulling his blue Pokémon League cap over his messy hair – to save treating the hair itself – he grabbed his house key from the desk loaded with Pokémon magazines and memorabilia, ran downstairs and headed out the front door - skipping breakfast, much to his mother’s annoyance.
As Cris walked rather hastily down the main road into town, he took in the sights of the town he had lived in since he was a baby. The familiar skyline of nearby Ecruteak City to the North, with its two towers standing out the most, was visible from the top of the hill he traversed over to reach the town centre. He soon picked up the pace even further whilst going downhill, and then managed to lose his footing and stumble.
“Heh… Glad no-one was around to see that,” he muttered, dusting himself off.
Slightly shaken from the fall, Cris managed to walk into town where the usual crowds were making their way through the shops, with several important-looking people heading into the mysterious tall buildings lining the Business district. Down an alley, Cris could see several Grimer rooting through the bins for food.
He then took the short-cut through Goldenrod’s underground path, lined with even more shops and stalls, then emerged opposite the Pokémon center.
A grand building, with the familiar Pokémon center logo adorning the roof, red bricking making up the walls, and two floors, both with several lines of windows, stood before Cris, as he walked up to and through the sliding doors.
He rang the bell on the counter, only for a Chansey to come out from behind a door and greet him.
“Chanseeey! Chanse-chansey!” it said in a cheerful, high-pitched voice.
“I guess Nurse Joy isn’t around yet… I’ll just take a seat. Thanks, Chansey.”
“Chansey!” It bowed its pink, egg-shaped body, and walked away.
As Cris took a seat, he looked around. A worried-looking trainer was sitting with his Hoppip on his lap, with the small pink Pokémon looking in serious pain. Another trainer had just arrived with his Kingler clawing to his arm, not looking like it wanted to let go any time soon. Several Chansey just entered the operating theatre, pushing a trolley that was loaded with an Ekans tangled up with a Tangela’s vines.
Five minutes passed when a familiar voice echoed over the announcing system.
“Could Cris Tidey please come to the reception desk?” he heard Nurse Joy say over the mic. He got up and approached the desk.
“Cris, good to see you again. How’s the family?” asked Joy.
“Hey, Nurse Joy. They’re good as usual; dad’s as busy as ever. Um, I’ve come to collect a package for him?”
“Of course, it’s right here. It’s been sent from the PokéCenter outside the mansion in Sinnoh,” she explained as she looked under the desk for the package.
“Sinnoh? Oh yeah, Dad was there for research last week,” Cris recalled.
“Yes, that’s right. He couldn’t bring it over directly due to the luggage limits on his plane from Twinleaf Town. So he got Nurse Joy from over there to send it here. Well, here you are!” Joy handed him the small, cubic package, beaming brightly.
“Thanks, Nurse Joy! I wonder what’s inside?” he said, as he started to make his way out the door.
“Oh, Cris!” Joy called. “Your father asked me to make sure you’re careful with it, it’s quite delicate. And, have a great birthday!” she called back to him.
“Haha, thanks again Nurse Joy. I’ll try my best!” Cris started jogging back home, carefully carrying the box in both arms.
-
“Do you think it’s right, what we’re doing?” Cris’ mum, named Lea, was sitting at the oak kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea. It had been an hour since Cris left the house to pick up the package.
“Of course. Cris has wanted this for years now… I think he’s become more responsible. Pass the sugar, dear,” said Cris’ dad.
“I know, I agree… I just wish… Oh, Alec, Cris is going to be gone for such a long time,” she said, in a rather mournful tone.
“I know dear. But it’s for his sake. He’s not getting anywhere just being cooped up in here, watching TV all day. I think this is perfect for him. He’ll learn so much, and when he does come back, you’ll be so proud of him,” he consoled.
“I hope so,” said Lea. Her eyes wandered to the two Pidgey that had just landed on the kitchen windowsill, fighting over some seeds that Lea had left there for her regular visitors to the window. Then Cris’ parents heard the lock in the door turn, and Cris entered the house.
“I got it,” he said with a smile on his face, gesturing toward the package.
“Well, open it,” said Alec.
“Huh? But, it’s for you?”
“Nope, it’s for you. Happy birthday, Cris.”
Cris looked lost, especially with his mum looking a little down over at the table. Cris hesitated for a second, then started opening the package. His dad smiled.
“It’s… Oh, wow. Dad, does this mean..?” Cris carefully took the small, red-and-white ball from the bubble wrap and stared at it in wonder, his icy-blue eyes wide open with amazement.
“Yes, son. Your mum and I have decided to let you go on your Pokémon journey. I pulled some strings with Professor Elm over in New Bark Town, after coming back from Sinnoh. He and I have a history; we were students together at Celadon University. I helped him out of a jam, and… Well, let’s just say he owed me a favour. He gave the all clear, and allowed me to give you your first Pokémon as a present.”
Cris was speechless. He looked at his mum, who managed a smile for the first time since he got home.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Let your Pokémon out. I’m sure it’s hungry, it has come all the way from Sinnoh after all,” Alec said with another smile.
“Okay, um… Come on out!” he said enthusiastically as he lobbed the ball vertically into the air.
A beam of white light appeared as the ball opened, lighting up the room. It slowly formed the basic shape of a small, four legged Pokémon. Cris looked in amazement at the little Pokémon, resembling a young, tan-brown puppy with a white collar.
“Eee!” it squeaked, as it stood there in this strange, new environment.
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I'll look at working on my descriptions, and the next chapter should be up within the next couple of days. As for Fakemon, I thought about it for a while but I couldn't come up with many ideas myself, so I'll seek out advice if I need to.