The sun slowly rose over the coastal village of Pallet, a small town located at the tip of the aptly named Pallet Peninsula in Western Kanto. Kanto itself lies just east of the Johto Region separated by the Tohjo Mountain Range. Kanto is a region steeped in “Pokemon Tradition” the Pokemon League Organization that governs all trainers in the country is located in Indigo City, a small city located in the northern end of the Tohjo Mountains. The man who was there at the founding of the Organization lives in this small town of Pallet, the highly esteemed Professor Samuel Oak.
Oak himself had just come to the lab to begin the day before his assistants arrived. He was a man of around 60 years, though his hair was completely grey his complexion made him look much younger. He was dressed in a lavender coloured polo shirt tucked into tan trousers. He walked into the lab and turned on the lights. The lobby was very bare, a few potted plants on either side of the receptionist’s desk and a row of bookshelves on either side of the door that led into the main complex. Oak opened the doors into the main lab. Their was bit more fluff to the main part of the lab. In the back there was a series of desks with papers and other office supplies stacked on top as well as a computer at a slightly cleaner work station. In the center left of the room there was some form of machine and across from that was a table with three red and white, metallic orbs sitting on it. Oak immediately walked over to the table and picked up the three orbs. He pushed a white button in the middle of the each ball and red beams of energy materialized into three different pokemon.
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The first was a blueish green quadrupedal pokemon with a green bulb on its back, the second was a orange lizard like pokemon that stood upright and had a flame on the end of its tail, and the third was a light blue turtle pokemon with an orange shell on its back.
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Extra Space not needed The three pokemon let out loud cries that consisted of high pitched squeaks and roars as they began to run around and play with each other.
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“Heh, settle down guys it’s time for your breakfast!” Oak said warmly as he went into a cabinet and pulled a box of pokemon food. He poured a little into three different bowls and the pokemon ran to the bowls and began to eat.
Oak then took the time to go over to his computer to check his email. He turned on the computer and after it booted up he opened up the internet.
After it finished loading an alert came up on the screen.
“Welcome,” an artificial sounding voice said, “You got mail.”
Oak opened up the email.
“From E4Lance@PL
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All Trainers,
Finally! The Pokemon League tournament will be held exactly 8 months from now. Please encourage trainers from Pallet to collect all eight league badges and bring their best pokemon to the tournament that will begin on Oct. 27th ,1996.
Sincerely, Lance of the Elite 4
P.S. Please Visit us sometime, I’m sure Agatha is dying to see you again.
Timestamp: 2/27/96”
The professor smiled at the last remark but then turned to open his desk drawer. Two red, mechanical boxes sat inside the drawer.
“Time to unveil my new invention I suppose,” he said quietly to himself Extra space not needed.
Later that morning an alarm clock rang in the bedroom of Red Hart. Red turned over in his bed and turned off the alarm. He slowly sat up in his bed. A small, yellow, rodent like pokemon stirred as well.
“Pika-pi,” it mumbled
“Good morning Sparks,” Red greeted his pokemon.
Red got up and walked over to his closet where he donned that day's outfit: A black t-shirt with a red and white jacket and matching hat with the PLO logo on it. He put on a pair of white sneakers and turned on his television. The news was on and it was covering an exhibition match between Agatha and Bruno of the Elite 4 that advertised the upcoming Pokemon League Tournament. Bruno sent out his Nidoking against Agatha’s Gengar and after a series of failed physical attacks Gengar struck back with a ghost type attack knocking Nidoking out.
Red had already watched the battle last night and knew that the Professor would give him his blessing to begin his journey soon. Red went downstairs for some breakfast. His mother had made him pancakes. This surprised Red but he was in no position to complain, his mother usually just poured him a bowl of cereal. Red poured Sparks a bowl of pokemon food and ate his pancakes. His mother was in the living room watching her favorite movie, Stand by Me, Red never much liked it. After Red had finished eating his mother came into the kitchen. His mother was in her late 30’s and had short black hair done up in a ponytail. She was wearing a red dress covered by a white apron.
“Honey, Professor Oak called this morning he want’s to see you,” she told him
“Did he say why?” Red asked quietly.
“No, just that he wished to see you and Blue.”
Red went back up to his room to grab a few things before he left. He found Spark’s pokeball and recalled him to the ball.
“Alright boy let’s go see what Oak wants,” he said cheerfully
Red arrived at the lab about 10 minutes later. The first thing he saw when he walked in was another boy about his age. Double space not needed He had brown, spiky hair and was wearing a blue shirt and black jeans stuffed into brown boots. He also had a pendant around his neck that resembled a seashell. At his feet stood a brown, furry, fox-like pokemon.
“Yo! Red, Gramps ain’t around here!” he stated confidently.
Red just stared blankly at him.
“Oh yea, I forgot, you don’t talk much do ya, well I know what you're thinkin’, you want to know why Gramps called us here, and where he is,” The boy explained.
Red nodded slightly.
“Well I know the answer to the first question, but not the second; Gramps called us here to give us both a pokemon to begin our journey with,” the boy told Red
Red raised his eyebrows and released Sparks from his pokeball.
“Pika!” the yellow rodent cried.
“Ha, he’s just givin’ us another one as a goin’ away present, but by the looks of that little rat it would seem like you’d need a new pokemon to stand a chance at even getting a single badge!” the boy said arrogantly.
“Pika! Pikachu!” Sparks cried out angrily.
Red looked at his pikachu and it calmed down.
“We’ll see about that Blue,” Red said coldly as he turned around and walked out with Sparks following close behind.
Red went to go find Oak. He decided to go north first figuring he was at his house but Red had missed his turn and continued off to the edge of town.
“Wait!” shouted a familiar voice.
Red turned around to see Oak running towards him.
“You can’t leave yet I still have to give you some things, follow me back to my lab,” Oak ordered.
Oak led Red back to his lab where the three pokeballs containing Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle were located on a table in the right hand corner of the lab. Oak let each of the pokemon out of their respective balls and sat them all down on the table.
“Gramps! I’m fed up of waiting! I want my pokemon now!” Blue demanded.
“Patience my boy, Red will choose first.” Oak scolded.
Red walked up to the table and looked at each pokemon. He liked all of them but the one that stood out the most was...
“I choose Charmander,” Red said firmly.
“A fine pokemon but a challenge to try and raise,” Oak praised.
“I can handle it,” Red said confidently.
Blue walked passed Red and pointed to Squirtle.
“I choose this one!” Blue said angrily.
“Very well Blue here is Squirtle’s pokeball” Oak said as he handed Blue Squirtle’s Pokeball.
Red began to walk out of the room before being interrupted by Blue.
“Hey you, wait up!” Blue shouted, “I challenge you to a battle, your new pokemon against mine!”
“Huh Blue so pushy as always, fine I will permit it,” Oak said wearily
Red released his new pokemon from its pokeball. Red didn’t need much time to think up a nickname as he had already decided upon what pokemon he wanted to get long before this day.
“Go, Charly!” Red shouted, “Use scratch!”
Charly rushed towards the Squirtle and scratched the pokemon with its claws.
“Tackle!” Blue ordered.
Squirtle attempted to slam into Charly but the Charmander quickly got out of the way.
“Now scratch it again!” Red shouted.
Charmander once again clawed at the turtle pokemon’s face.
“Tail whip!” Blue commanded.
Squirtle turned itself around hitting Charly with his tail. The fire pokemon growled after having Squirtle’s tail brush against his face.
“Scratch!” Red ordered.
Charly threw his claws into the back of the squirtle’s neck causing it to cry out in pain.
“Now finish it!” Red shouted.
Charly shoved the Tiny Turtle pokemon into the ground and clawed at its face until it ceased to resist.
“That’s it! This battle is over, Charmander wins!” Oak shouted.
“I can’t believe I picked the wrong pokemon!” Blue shouted, “Mark my words Red, I, Blue Oak, will be the world’s greatest pokemon master, just you wait!
Blue gracefully recalled his pokemon.
“Red, Gramps, Smell ya later!” Blue said rudely as he walked out the door.
