This is the story involving the profiles I made in this thread:
It will go chapter by chapter, and it's written in script format. If you guys like the prologue, I will continue to post the chapters as I complete them.
And so, our story begins, and by the way, if it seems familiar to something which I won't mention, it was intended, so please do not criticize me for that. XD Enjoy!
JIM’S UNOVA JOURNEY
The story begins in Nuvema Town of Unova, a small, neat village at the edge of the sea. In a two-story house, in his bedroom, Jim, a young teenage boy with messy black hair under a red baseball cap, sits on the edge of his bed, reading a book entitled “LONG FROM HOME: A HERDIER’S TALE”. A box sits on his computer desk. His mom calls from downstairs.
Mrs. Stevens: Jim! Bianca and Cheren are here!
Jim: Thanks, Mom! They can come in!
He sets his book down and stands up, just as the door opens, and his childhood friends Cheren and Bianca walk in. Cheren is somewhat shorter with glasses and neat black hair, looking somewhat stuffy but pleasant-natured. Bianca is in the middle when it comes to height, her blond hair curling out from under a jaunty green beret, her expression indicating boundless cheeriness.
Bianca: Hi, Jim! We came as soon as we heard!
Cheren: Well, maybe that’s stretching it a little. We’d have been here sooner if SOMEONE had set their alarm clock correctly.
He gives Bianca a pointed look.
Bianca: It’s not my fault! No one told me daylight savings had ended!
Jim: * laughing * Guys, guys, calm down…Let’s not forget why we’re assembled here.
He indicates the box.
Cheren: So Professor Juniper thinks we’re ready to have Pokemon of our own?
Jim: Looks like it. She said these are very rare Pokemon, ones she gives out to all new trainers.
Bianca: Ooh! I’m so excited! Let’s open it!
Cheren: Hold it, Bianca. This is Jim’s house, so I say we let him choose first.
Bianca: Ohh, good idea!
Jim takes the top off the box. Inside are three Poke Balls. Each one has a small label in front of it: “SNIVY: THE GRASS SNAKE POKEMON”, “TEPIG: THE FIRE PIG POKEMON”, and “OSHAWOTT: THE OTTER POKEMON”. Jim looks them over, considering, then picks up the one labeled “Snivy”. Cheren reaches in and takes the “Tepig” ball, while Bianca picks “Oshawott”.
Jim: Ok, Snivy, come on out!
He clicks the button on the front, and in a burst of light, Snivy, a small, vaguely lizard-like snake with tiny arms and legs, a pointed nose and large red eyes, appears on the floor, hands on hips, looking rather smug.
Snivy: * feminine voice * Snivy!
Jim: Hi there, girl! Looks like you and me are partners.
Snivy merely turns her head, looking aloof.
Cheren: Come on out, Tepig!
His ball opens, and from it emerges Tepig, a little orange and black pig, its tail ending in a small bauble.
Tepig: Tepig! * sneezes, sending a spray of embers scattering *
Cheren: Whoa! Guess that’s why they call you a fire pig, eh, little fella? Welcome aboard!
Tepig: * smiles * Tepig!
Bianca: Let’s see you, Oshawott!
Bianca’s ball opens, and out comes Oshawott, a small blue and white otter with a cream-colored shell attached to its stomach. It looks up at Bianca with big shiny eyes of adoration.
Bianca: * gushes * Oh my GOSH! You are so ADORABLE! * scoops up Oshawott and hugs it * I could just hug you to death, you little cutie pie!
Oshawott: * hugs Bianca * Oshawott!
Cheren: You know what this calls for? A battle to start out our new careers as trainers!
Jim: Sounds great!
So the three grab up their Pokemon and head out of the house.
Outside Professor Juniper’s Pokemon laboratory, Jim and Cheren stand apart from each other, Snivy and Tepig facing each other. Bianca and Oshawott stand off to the side. Tepig looks tough and paws the ground with his foot, but Snivy’s expression doesn’t change. Just as they’re about to start, Professor Juniper, expert of Pokemon origins, steps out of her lab.
Juniper: Oh! Hello, kids!
Bianca: Hey, Professor! We were just about to battle with our new Pokemon!
Juniper: Really? That’s a great way to start off your new relationships! Let’s see what you can do, Jim, Cheren.
Cheren: * adjusts his glasses * No problem, Professor.
Jim: Let’s get the show on the road! * eagerly points forward * Go get him, Snivy!
Snivy, however, doesn’t attack. She crosses her arms and looks away defiantly, much to everyone’s surprise.
Jim: …Snivy? Don’t you want to battle?
Snivy: * shakes her head *
Jim: Why not?
When Snivy speaks, to Jim it sounds like a human speaking, but to the others, it sounds like she’s just saying her name.
Snivy: <You’re not a proper trainer.>
Jim: What do you mean ‘not a proper trainer’??
Snivy: <You just don’t seem like my kind of trainer, so I don’t wish to be ordered around by a mediocre wannabe.>
Jim: Mediocre wannabe?! How do you know I’m not the right kind of trainer? You hardly know me!
Snivy: <I know what to look for, and you, my friend, don’t have it.>
By now, Jim is getting really annoyed.
Jim: Listen, you stuck-up little snake, I don’t care what kind of attitude problem you have! I chose you as my Pokemon, and when I give you a command, you WILL follow it!
Snivy glares at him with great indignation, and without warning, a pair of vines rise out from the collar area of her neck and she sharply whips Jim with both of them, shocking Cheren and causing Bianca and Juniper to gasp. Jim stands there, stunned, and Snivy, casting one last furious glance at him, flits off into the grass leading to Route 1. Jim watches her go, then, furious, throws his hat to the ground, yelling after her.
Jim: Fine! Go ahead! Who needs a stubborn, disobedient Pokemon like you anyway!?
He turns and starts to walk away. Cheren and Bianca look at each other, concerned, as do Oshawott and Tepig. Juniper approaches and grips Jim’s shoulders, looking quite grieved.
Juniper: Jim…I’m so sorry…if only I’d known…
Jim: It’s not your fault, Professor…you couldn’t have seen it coming.
Juniper: But I should have…that Snivy’s been at my lab for a long time. She’s almost impossible to deal with, turning down trainers left and right.
Bianca: That’s terrible! A Pokemon shouldn’t be in charge of who their trainer is!
Cheren: Actually, Bianca, it’s how a Pokemon relates to their trainer that affects their partnership, so it makes perfect sense. Unpleasant, perhaps, but perfectly sensible.
Bianca: But it just doesn’t seem fair…why should Jim have to miss out?…
Jim: …She thinks she has the better of me, but she doesn’t.
Jim: I’m going out there to find her, no matter what.
Juniper: What?? Without a Pokemon?? But there are wild ones out there! If you’re not careful-
Jim: Don’t try to stop me! I chose her, and I’m not going to give up on her!
He picks up his hat, sets it on his head, and marches off toward Route 1.
Cheren: …I can’t decide whether he’s either the bravest kid or biggest fool I’ve ever known…
As they watch, the skies begin to cloud over ominously.
On Route 1, where the ocean sits to the west, and all is green and peaceful, Snivy is moving along, her anger cooling off.
Snivy: <The nerve of that boy, trying to tell me what to do…So many trainers haven’t met my standards, so why should he?…>
She sits down under an apple tree and sighs. Looking next to her, she sees a freshly-dropped apple, picks it up, and starts munching on it.
Snivy looks up from her eating. Several Purrloin, purple-and-cream colored cats with tails tipped with scythe-shapes, glare at her.
Snivy: <…You have a problem?>
Purrloin: <BIG one. This is OUR territory, so those apples belong to US!>
Snivy: * smiles in a teasing way * <But they’re so delicious…I can’t just have one bite.>
Purrloin: <You do and your history, snake!>
Snivy deliberately takes another big bite out of the apple. With a snarl, the leader of the Purrloin lunges at her, claws extended. However, Snivy’s vines whip out again, grabbing the tree branch above her, and she swings herself up to it, making the Purrloin bash his head against the trunk, bringing a cascade of apples down on him. Snivy laughs.
Snivy: <There’s all the apples you could want, boys! Now buzz off!>
Snarling, the Purrloin begin climbing the trees after her, but she leaps off the branch ahead of them, speeding through the grass. The leader emerges from the pile of apples, enraged. He sends out a series of high-pitched yowls into the air, echoing across the route, causing a flock of pigeon-like Pidove to take to the air in fright. Snivy stops, alert. Through the grass ahead, she sees something that makes her eyes widen and makes her gasp. Many more Purrloin approach, forming a ring around Snivy, a knot of sneering, growling cat faces. Snivy looks from one side to the other, trying to find a way out, but there is none. The leader makes himself visible.
Purrloin: <I told you, Snivy…you mess with us, and you’re history…ANCIENT history…Get ready, boys. Claws out!>
Thousands of needle-sharp claws make their appearance from every paw of every Purrloin. Snivy gulps, looking nervous.
Snivy: <Aw, man…this is what I get I suppose…If I’d just given Jim a chance, I wouldn’t be Purrloin bait…Jim, even if you can’t hear me…I’m sorry…>
The Purrloin all leap at Snivy, but when they reach her spot, she’s already vanished. Bewildered, they look around, then look to the north and see that Jim has arrived on the scene, having scooped up Snivy from the clutches of the Purrloin. He sets her back down without giving her a second look, the skies having grown dark, and a rain beginning to fall.
Jim: Get out of here, Snivy. I’ll hold them off as long as I can…they won’t harm a scale on your head…
He spreads his arms out wide in defiant blockage as the Purrloin growl and start advancing.
Jim: Do you hear me, Purrloin! I am James Stevens of Nuvema Town, aspiring trainer, and as long as I live and breathe, I will not allow harm to become of her, even if she doesn‘t want to be my Pokemon…I defy you, now COME AND GET ME!
Yowling, claws outstretched, they lunge, Snivy absolutely bewildered at Jim’s behavior. Suddenly, when it seems Jim is about to be reduced to a scratching post, a loud, unearthly roar fills the air, and a pillar of blue fire comes crashing down in between Jim and the Purrloin, the impact of it blasting them apart and causing a fiery explosion visible from afar, even from the concerned residents of Nuvema Town…
By that time, the sun has returned, the clouds scattering. A great burned circle on the ground indicates where the odd blue fire had struck. The Purrloin are nowhere to be seen. Jim lays on the ground, burned, bruised, and dazed. Slowly, he opens his eyes, sits up, and looks about.
Jim: …What was that all about?…Well, in any case, it looks like we’ve won…But I guess Snivy took my word and left…good for her. She should be safer that way…
He gets to his feet and starts limping back toward Nuvema Town.
Jim stops dead in his tracks. He turns to see an equally battered Snivy approaching him.
Snivy: <Jim…what you did…I…thank you…>
Jim Well, I…
Snivy: <I was wrong…you ARE the trainer I’ve been looking for…kind, selfless, willing to risk it all to protect his friends…Will you forgive me for judging you wrongly?…>
Jim looks down at Snivy. Her large red eyes are glistening with tears.
Jim: …Of course I can, Snivy. That’s what friends do…
The tears rolling faster as she smiles, she suddenly runs and leaps into Jim’s arms, hugging him tightly. Jim hugs her in return, a few tears leaking from his own eyes.
Snivy: <To be honest…I had hoped it was really you…You understand Pokemon better than anybody…>
Jim: Well, I don’t know about that, Ivy, but-
Jim: Huh? Oh, right! It’s a nickname I had picked out for you, when we got underway. I thought it fit you perfectly. I hope you don’t mind.
Snivy: * grins * Not at all…
She leans up and licks his cheek with her forked tongue. Jim’s eyes moisten again, but he smiles and carries her back to Nuvema Town with him.