Chapter 1: An Unlikely Hero
Somewhere out there, Ash Ketchum was in a heated Pokemon match.
It wasn't going so well for Jack. His Kanto quest had left him with seven badges, one short of the amount required to enter the Pokemon League. Obviously, this was the most important thing in the world, for the winners may or may not be considered Pokemon Masters. In fact, it is possible that everybody or nobody at all is a Pokemon Master. Perhaps both at the same time. Nobody is certain just what a Pokemon Master is or how you become one, but Jack was convinced it involved collecting eight badges.
Poor bastard. However, being a poor bastard in itself may make someone a Pokemon Master. But what do Pokemon Masters do? It's entirely conceivable that they walk around trying to become Pokemon Masters.
Anyway, back to the story.
Jack was missing one badge: the Cascadebadge. The overly popular leader of the Gym that gave those away was long gone. Good riddance to her. Of course, her very presence makes Ash Ketchum a poor bastard, and thus quite possibly a Pokemon Master.
This story is not about Ash Ketchum. If you thought it was, you are a stupid bastard. While those may also be Pokemon Masters, I doubt it very much. This story is about Jack, your average original trainer. He obviously is thus comely to great extremes, knows everything Pokemon inside out (Maybe he even knows what a Pokemon Master is! If so, he'd better tell me...), and has a rival who suspiciously resembles a pile of Tauros manure. But one thing was different about this one, something very important.
He was from Viridian City!
This makes a massive difference, for reasons that are also unknown, even to Jack himself. (Professor Oak may know, but he was, uh, researching the anatomy of Delia Ketchum when we came to press. That's how I got this nasty mark on my head. Now I'm scarred for life in more ways than one. I feel bad for Tracey. Unloved bastard.) For you see, most original trainers are from Pallet Town. Jack was from Viridian City. Why was this important? Becuase it helped me dodge writing any of the actual story up to this point.
The author had finally run out of stalling tactics, so Jack woke up and marched into town. "Cerulean City, here I come! I'm gonna get me a badge, a bike, a Zapdos, and a fishing rod! Then I'm getting out of this dump you call a fanfic!" What Jack failed to notice was that it was three o'clock in the morning.
"Shut up! Some people are trying to sleep!" came the emphatic reply. Jack quickly shut up and headed to town, unaware that the man in the window was not trying to sleep at all.
Remember the overly popular gym leader I mentioned before? The one whose name I dare not speak but is a synonym for Foggy? Good. Remember the lucky bastard I also mentioned before? Also good. If not, I suggest leaving the Pokemon fanfic section immediately. Now, it is believed by some that these two MUST be madly in love. Many of these people may be reading this dump I call a fanfic. (Hi Mom!) Some of these people are also in the Pokemon world itself. Living on first floor apartments in Cerulean City. And absolutely whacked out of their minds.
It takes a poor bastard to wipe this kind of scum out. Which is convenient, because the star of this dump I call a fanfic happens to be one. Lucky us. The world will need his help. Badly. Soon.