It's been a few years since I've been here, but I was checking out the forums to find an old fic to show a friend, and decided I should post a couple of my new ones. One of them ended up being too short (link to that on another site in my signature), but this is the longer of my two new pieces. Depending on how it's received, I might try my hand at some of my other more realistic takes on various aspects of the Pokemon world.
In short, it's a more realistic take on your average trainer moving through Viridian Forest shortly after having left home in Pallet Town. Enjoy, and critique as hard as you'd like.
EDIT: Wow, I knew this was short but now that it's posted it looks even shorter than anticipated. Hopefully it's a case of the quality of the words being better than the quantity.
Emory glared as menacingly as his soft features would allow. This was his first ever battle and he intended to win. The little worm rearing its spiked head across from him stood no chance against him and his new partner.
This was Emory's tenth birthday, so naturally it was the day he got to begin his grand adventure. He had woken up early and gotten ready all by himself for the first time. It felt like he had waited forever to be ten so he could finally go out and explore the world on his own! He ran downstairs to find a huge breakfast waiting for him on the table. His mom had made his favorite morning meal, blueberry pancakes, along with bacon and eggs and a big glass of milk. He didn't really like milk, but he had promised his mom he would start drinking some milk at least three times a week after he left so that he could have strong bones to travel with. After he finished his breakfast, Emory gave his mom a big hug and put on his new backpack that was already filled with supplies. Then, he was off to see the professor and choose his first pokémon partner.
When he got to the professor's lab, there were two pokémon for him to choose from: a squirtle and a bulbasaur. He was really glad his parents had been able to save up enough money so that he could pick on the special starter pokémon. Most kids had to settle with something more simple, like a mankey or a jigglypuff or even a ratata. Emory didn't waste a moment picking his pokémon; he had decided days ago. He happily told the professor he wanted a bublasaur. Bulbasaur was green--his favorite color--and had a weird flower bud sprouting out of its back. Finally, it was time for him to head out.
It didn't take very long to reach Viridian Forest, but it was taking forever to get through it. The trees were so thick that it was dark pretty much all the time, which made it very easy to get lost. Emory was getting really tired, but he just knew that he was almost to Viridian City, so he refused to stop. That was when he had encountered the weedle. Now, he and Bulba were facing their first challenge, deep in the heart of the forboding Viridian Forest. Would they come out victorious? Or fall in agonizing defeat to the ferocious predator before them? Emory shook the action movie thoughts out of his head and tried to remember what attacks bulbasaur knew.
"Bulba! Use, um...uh...tackle! Use tackle!" Emory shouted. Bulba hesitated briefly, then charged headlong at the weedle. Just before the two collided, the weedle dove to the side and covered Bulba in a torrent of string shot. Bulba thrashed wildly, trying to free himself, but wasn't making much progress. Worried, Emory rushed to him and began tearing at the strings. "C'mon, boy, you gotta get out and fight! You can do it!" However, instead of managing to free Bulba, Emory only succeeded in getting himself tangled up alongside Bulba.
As the two continued to struggle, the weedle approached to take advantage of its bound opponents. It quickly reared back and drove it's sharp horn into Emory's thigh. As Emory screamed it pain, the weedle proceeded to viciously attack Bulba. Within moments, the attack was over, and the weedle was retreating back into the woods. However, the pain coursing through his leg left Emory unable to free himself, and Bubla didn't seem to be moving at all anymore.
The pain continued pulsing through Emory, moving slowly up his leg into his chest. He cotinued struggling against what remained of the string shot, but to no avail. If he was poisoned, he had to reach the antidote in his backpack, but if he couldn't break free of the string he would never do that. Suddenly, he had an idea. Maybe Bulba could reach it! "Bulba! Bulba wake up! Bulba! You have to open my backpack, Bulba!" No response. Emory continued screaming Bulba's name until he broke down into tears. There was nothing he could do, and the pain hurt so much. He just wanted to get free and go home; he didn't want to be a pokémon trainer anymore. He didn't care about any of that, he just wanted to go home and see his mommy again.
Eventually, Emory blacked out.