Missingno. Master
Poison-type Trainer
Chapter 1; New Bark Beginnings
BRRRRIIIINNGG!
That was the sound that 10-year-old Jason Golde heard on that fine Friday morning. Jason sat up in his bed, yawned, and smashed his fist on the alarm clock that caused him much grief every morning at 9:32 A.M.. Exiting his small bedroom, Jason walked sleepily down the hall, descended the stairs, and from there, the fantastic aroma of bacon led him right into the kitchen.
"Eat up!" said Jason's mother. Though she was in her late thirties, Jason's mom looked every bit as attractive as the general teenage girl. She stood by the stove, upon which a frying pan was placed over the open flame, containing several strips of sizzling pork. About five of these aforementioned bacon strips had been placed on Jason's plate, roughly an inch away from his eggs. Jason sleepily picked up his fork and slowly proceeded to eat his breakfast.
"Come on, Jason, move a little faster," urged his mother. "You don't want to be late for getting your first Pokemon today!" These words appeared to have a magical effect on Jason, for almost instantly after his mother had stopped talking, Jason had wolfed down his bacon and eggs with all the speed of a starved Munchlax, and had raced upstairs. Within minutes, Jason emerged from the staircase, sporting a red sweatshirt, a pair of yellow shorts with a black stripe going down either side, and a matching yellow baseball cap stuck onto his head backwards. Slung over his back was a sturdy-looking yellow backpack.
"How do I look?" he asked his mom. Truthfully, Mrs. Golde thought he should've combed his hair, but knew he really wanted to begin his Pokemon journey. "YOu look great, dear," she said. "Now, before you leave, don't forget this." And she took out of her pocket a wristwatch that Jason recognized as a PokéGear. He snatched it out of her hand with a quick "Thanks, mom," and raced out the door towards Professor Elm's lab.
Soon, Jason approached the lab of Professor Elm, but he could tell all was not right. A young guy about Jason's age with long red hair, dressed all in black, came racing down the road, three Pokeballs in his hand. Then Jason saw the slightly balding Professor Elm in hot pursuit, a pair of Pokeballs in his hand. Jason decided to go after them, and find out from Elm what was happening. Eventually, after much twisting, turning, and running, the Professor had the red-haired guy cornered in an alley next to the lab. Jason then caught up with them, stood behind the professor, and panted "Prof-professor... Elm... What's... go-going... on..?" Professor Elm, not looking away from the guy, said angrily "That no-good punk stole the three starter Pokemon, that's what!" That guy then smirked evilly and spoke up.
"That's right. I stole the Pokemon. And I ain't ashamed to admit it. Know why? Cuz I'm gonna get away with it. Hey, if you want 'em back so badly, why not battle me for them?" "I only have two Pokemon on me," growled Elm. "Actually, I have another one in my lab-" "Uh, uh, uh," interrupted the guy, shaking his head. No going into that lab of yours. Or anywhere else where there's a phone, for that matter! And if you do, I might have to visciously attack you. Even if you do manage to call the police, by the time they get here, you'd be nothing but raw hamburger." Professor Elm then realized that Jason hadn't been seen. "Jason!" he hissed. "Go into my lab and grab the Pokeball off the table!" Jason nodded, and raced away. Unfortunately, the guy saw this. "AHA!" he roared. "Havin' your little underling call the police, eh? I won't have it." He threw the three Pokeballs that were still in his hand. "Totodile! Chikorita! Cyndaquil! Come out and destroy!" With that, the Pokeballs exploded open, revealing an aqua blue bipedal reptile Pokemon with a large set of jaws, a light green dinosaur-like Pokemon with a leaf emerging from its head, and a blue-and-cream mouse with a long snout and flames shooting from its back. The foursome raced after Jason into the lab. Professor Elm took off after them.
Jason had grabbed the Pokeball off of the table at the far end of the lab, when he turned around, and found himself cornered by Cyndaquil, Chikorita, and Totodile. Professor Elm then raced into the lab, and with a great leap, one that might spark the envy of a Doduo, landed at Jason's side. He said "If it's a battle you want, it's a battle you'll get! Beedrill! Dunsparce! GO!" he cried, throwing his Pokeballs. Out of them exploded a dangerous-looking bee Pokemon, with stingers for forelegs, plus a huge stinger jutting out of its ***, and a small, yellow serpentine Pokemon with a rather large head, a blue-and-white striped pattern on its back, and a pair of rather small wings, a drill-esque protrusion coming from its rear end. Both Pokemon hovered in midair before their trainer. Jason threw the Pokeball he had picked up off the table. Out of it emerged a spherical Pokemon, purple in color, bearing a skull-and-crossbones symbol below its simple face. Pores jutted out all over its body, and every pore seemed to seep a yellow gas. It was a Koffing.
"Hah!" roared the guy. "Those Pokemon look wimpy and weak. Totodile, Water Gun the purple blob. Chikorita, blast the winged snake with Razor Leaf. And Cyndaquil, give that stinger-loaded shrimp a taste of your Ember." Obediently, Totodile unleashed a stream of water from its massive maw, Chikorita spun the leaf on its head not unlike a helicopter blade, shooting leaves out of it, and Cyndaquil shot a stream of rather feeble-looking flame from its mouth. The professor was quick to react. "Dunsparce, use Dig to avoid the Razor Leaf! Beedrill, use Protect!" Spinning its drill-like tail, Dunsparce struck the lab floor, and dug itself into a hole, watching the leaves soar overhead. Beedrill took on a faint blue glow, and seemed to snicker as the Ember dealt it no damage. Koffing, however, was much less prepared for the Water Gun, and took it in the face. Jason panicked. "AH! Um, Koffing, oh, use... Smog?" The water onslaught ended, and Koffing inhaled deeply. It then opened its mouth, and with a rather repulsive belching noise, sprayed a cloud of smelly gas towards the Totodile. Totodile was engulfed in the Smog, and after a few seconds of coughing, emerged from the smog looking faint, its forehead having taken on a purple tinge. "It's poisoned," explained Elm. Then, before anything else, Totodile fell over, fainted. The guy scowled, and held out a Pokeball, returning Totodile to it.
"Stupid weakling." he muttered. "Ah, well. Cyndaquil, attack! Use Ember again!" Cyndaquil opened its mouth, but before any fire could form, Elm called out "Now, Dunsparce!" The Land Snake Pokemon emerged, butt-first, out of the ground, hitting Cyndaquil dead on. The Cyndaquil flew across the lab, and fell at the guy's feet, unconscious. It then automatically launched the ember attack, which struck an unwary Chikorita. Chikorita screeched in alarm and pain as it caught fire. However, the fire went out in a matter of seconds, but Chikorita had fainted. Positively furious, the guy returned Cyndaquil and Chikorita to their Pokeballs. "They're all worthless." he muttered. He then made for the door. "Call the police if you want," he called, "But you'll never catch me! No authority figure can overcome Brad Silver!" With that, he ran towards the entrance of Route 29.
"Jason," said Professor Elm, "You weren't too bad back there with Koffing." "Thank you, sir," said Jason. "But what am I going to do for a starter Pokemon, now that that Brad idiot's stolen them all?" Elm smiled. "Don't worry about that. Because you helped me out back there, I'm gonna let you keep that Koffing." Jason exclaimed "You mean it?! YES! I get my first Pokemon after all!" Elm then held out five Pokeballs in one hand, and a red box in the other. "These are your Pokeballs and Pokedex," he said. "The Pokeballs are for catching wild Pokemon, you can pick more up at any Pokemart. And the Pokedex is a digital encyclopedia of all Pokemon in the Johto region! I daresay you'll find it useful on your journey." "Thanks, professor!" said Jason, leaving the lab, and approaching his life as a Pokemon trainer.
BRRRRIIIINNGG!
That was the sound that 10-year-old Jason Golde heard on that fine Friday morning. Jason sat up in his bed, yawned, and smashed his fist on the alarm clock that caused him much grief every morning at 9:32 A.M.. Exiting his small bedroom, Jason walked sleepily down the hall, descended the stairs, and from there, the fantastic aroma of bacon led him right into the kitchen.
"Eat up!" said Jason's mother. Though she was in her late thirties, Jason's mom looked every bit as attractive as the general teenage girl. She stood by the stove, upon which a frying pan was placed over the open flame, containing several strips of sizzling pork. About five of these aforementioned bacon strips had been placed on Jason's plate, roughly an inch away from his eggs. Jason sleepily picked up his fork and slowly proceeded to eat his breakfast.
"Come on, Jason, move a little faster," urged his mother. "You don't want to be late for getting your first Pokemon today!" These words appeared to have a magical effect on Jason, for almost instantly after his mother had stopped talking, Jason had wolfed down his bacon and eggs with all the speed of a starved Munchlax, and had raced upstairs. Within minutes, Jason emerged from the staircase, sporting a red sweatshirt, a pair of yellow shorts with a black stripe going down either side, and a matching yellow baseball cap stuck onto his head backwards. Slung over his back was a sturdy-looking yellow backpack.
"How do I look?" he asked his mom. Truthfully, Mrs. Golde thought he should've combed his hair, but knew he really wanted to begin his Pokemon journey. "YOu look great, dear," she said. "Now, before you leave, don't forget this." And she took out of her pocket a wristwatch that Jason recognized as a PokéGear. He snatched it out of her hand with a quick "Thanks, mom," and raced out the door towards Professor Elm's lab.
Soon, Jason approached the lab of Professor Elm, but he could tell all was not right. A young guy about Jason's age with long red hair, dressed all in black, came racing down the road, three Pokeballs in his hand. Then Jason saw the slightly balding Professor Elm in hot pursuit, a pair of Pokeballs in his hand. Jason decided to go after them, and find out from Elm what was happening. Eventually, after much twisting, turning, and running, the Professor had the red-haired guy cornered in an alley next to the lab. Jason then caught up with them, stood behind the professor, and panted "Prof-professor... Elm... What's... go-going... on..?" Professor Elm, not looking away from the guy, said angrily "That no-good punk stole the three starter Pokemon, that's what!" That guy then smirked evilly and spoke up.
"That's right. I stole the Pokemon. And I ain't ashamed to admit it. Know why? Cuz I'm gonna get away with it. Hey, if you want 'em back so badly, why not battle me for them?" "I only have two Pokemon on me," growled Elm. "Actually, I have another one in my lab-" "Uh, uh, uh," interrupted the guy, shaking his head. No going into that lab of yours. Or anywhere else where there's a phone, for that matter! And if you do, I might have to visciously attack you. Even if you do manage to call the police, by the time they get here, you'd be nothing but raw hamburger." Professor Elm then realized that Jason hadn't been seen. "Jason!" he hissed. "Go into my lab and grab the Pokeball off the table!" Jason nodded, and raced away. Unfortunately, the guy saw this. "AHA!" he roared. "Havin' your little underling call the police, eh? I won't have it." He threw the three Pokeballs that were still in his hand. "Totodile! Chikorita! Cyndaquil! Come out and destroy!" With that, the Pokeballs exploded open, revealing an aqua blue bipedal reptile Pokemon with a large set of jaws, a light green dinosaur-like Pokemon with a leaf emerging from its head, and a blue-and-cream mouse with a long snout and flames shooting from its back. The foursome raced after Jason into the lab. Professor Elm took off after them.
Jason had grabbed the Pokeball off of the table at the far end of the lab, when he turned around, and found himself cornered by Cyndaquil, Chikorita, and Totodile. Professor Elm then raced into the lab, and with a great leap, one that might spark the envy of a Doduo, landed at Jason's side. He said "If it's a battle you want, it's a battle you'll get! Beedrill! Dunsparce! GO!" he cried, throwing his Pokeballs. Out of them exploded a dangerous-looking bee Pokemon, with stingers for forelegs, plus a huge stinger jutting out of its ***, and a small, yellow serpentine Pokemon with a rather large head, a blue-and-white striped pattern on its back, and a pair of rather small wings, a drill-esque protrusion coming from its rear end. Both Pokemon hovered in midair before their trainer. Jason threw the Pokeball he had picked up off the table. Out of it emerged a spherical Pokemon, purple in color, bearing a skull-and-crossbones symbol below its simple face. Pores jutted out all over its body, and every pore seemed to seep a yellow gas. It was a Koffing.
"Hah!" roared the guy. "Those Pokemon look wimpy and weak. Totodile, Water Gun the purple blob. Chikorita, blast the winged snake with Razor Leaf. And Cyndaquil, give that stinger-loaded shrimp a taste of your Ember." Obediently, Totodile unleashed a stream of water from its massive maw, Chikorita spun the leaf on its head not unlike a helicopter blade, shooting leaves out of it, and Cyndaquil shot a stream of rather feeble-looking flame from its mouth. The professor was quick to react. "Dunsparce, use Dig to avoid the Razor Leaf! Beedrill, use Protect!" Spinning its drill-like tail, Dunsparce struck the lab floor, and dug itself into a hole, watching the leaves soar overhead. Beedrill took on a faint blue glow, and seemed to snicker as the Ember dealt it no damage. Koffing, however, was much less prepared for the Water Gun, and took it in the face. Jason panicked. "AH! Um, Koffing, oh, use... Smog?" The water onslaught ended, and Koffing inhaled deeply. It then opened its mouth, and with a rather repulsive belching noise, sprayed a cloud of smelly gas towards the Totodile. Totodile was engulfed in the Smog, and after a few seconds of coughing, emerged from the smog looking faint, its forehead having taken on a purple tinge. "It's poisoned," explained Elm. Then, before anything else, Totodile fell over, fainted. The guy scowled, and held out a Pokeball, returning Totodile to it.
"Stupid weakling." he muttered. "Ah, well. Cyndaquil, attack! Use Ember again!" Cyndaquil opened its mouth, but before any fire could form, Elm called out "Now, Dunsparce!" The Land Snake Pokemon emerged, butt-first, out of the ground, hitting Cyndaquil dead on. The Cyndaquil flew across the lab, and fell at the guy's feet, unconscious. It then automatically launched the ember attack, which struck an unwary Chikorita. Chikorita screeched in alarm and pain as it caught fire. However, the fire went out in a matter of seconds, but Chikorita had fainted. Positively furious, the guy returned Cyndaquil and Chikorita to their Pokeballs. "They're all worthless." he muttered. He then made for the door. "Call the police if you want," he called, "But you'll never catch me! No authority figure can overcome Brad Silver!" With that, he ran towards the entrance of Route 29.
"Jason," said Professor Elm, "You weren't too bad back there with Koffing." "Thank you, sir," said Jason. "But what am I going to do for a starter Pokemon, now that that Brad idiot's stolen them all?" Elm smiled. "Don't worry about that. Because you helped me out back there, I'm gonna let you keep that Koffing." Jason exclaimed "You mean it?! YES! I get my first Pokemon after all!" Elm then held out five Pokeballs in one hand, and a red box in the other. "These are your Pokeballs and Pokedex," he said. "The Pokeballs are for catching wild Pokemon, you can pick more up at any Pokemart. And the Pokedex is a digital encyclopedia of all Pokemon in the Johto region! I daresay you'll find it useful on your journey." "Thanks, professor!" said Jason, leaving the lab, and approaching his life as a Pokemon trainer.
