RATED R FOR EVERYTHING IT COULD POSSIBLY BE RATED R FOR.
This is basically me meeting different URPG people on my journey across Hoenn, so yeah, it's everything you've all dreamed of. Just as a warning though, for people who haven't all ready guessed, I drop a metric assload of f-bombs in here, so uhhh, be aware of that. Also. Sex jokes and violence in future chapters. And.....that about wraps it up
Target Pokemon: Growlithe
Needed Characters: 10k
Actual Characters: 11,105
Alaskapigeon, logging off…
I sighed as I realized this would probably be the last time I saw those words flash up on my screen for a very long time. I quietly closed my laptop. The house was dead silent. I turned to the alarm clock next to my bed and saw that the time was 2:37 in the morning. Perfect. I looked around my room and felt slightly cheerier when I realized I would soon leave this place far, far behind me. The walls were a sickly green color striped with pink. Books and loose papers were tossed everywhere and I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen my carpet. I tiptoed over the mess and slid open my closet door. I pulled out a scruffy backpack and tipped it upside down, letting years of crumpled up papers fall out, adding to the junk that covered my floor. I began looking around my room for the things I would need.
I threw some random clothes in the backpack without looking to see what they looked like. I also grabbed a blanket, a lighter, and several Pokeballs. I paused next to my bed, remembering what I had hidden beneath my mattress. After a moment of hesitation, I pushed the mattress back and retrieved the revolver I had placed there. I shoved it deep inside of my backpack. Just in case.
Finally, after I had grabbed everything I needed, I grabbed a blank piece of paper and a pen from the ground and began to write.
Don’t worry about me. I finally left to go on my adventure. I’m probably not being raped or murdered, seeing as how I have a Pokemon with me. Uh…just don’t worry I guess, see you soon.
I knew full well that using my hacker name would piss off my parents, which is exactly why I used it. I smiled grimly and left it on my bed. I would probably regret leaving such a brief letter later on, but at the moment, I was pissed. I grabbed my pack and opened my window. I winced, subconsciously waiting for the beep of the alarm, even though I had rewired it earlier so it wouldn’t go off. I popped out the window screen and slipped out onto my roof. Very carefully, I allowed the lower half of my body to slide off and grabbed the window sill with my hands. My feet found the places where the bricks that made up the outer wall of my house connected. I thanked God that my sneakers still had tread as I slowly climbed down. About five feet above the ground, I allowed myself to drop the rest of the way. I landed in a crouch and smiled. I feel like one badass motherfucker, I thought. Then I ran off into the night.
At first, I didn’t have a real idea where I was going. All I was aware of was the sound of my own breathing and the darkness around me. Once I was a fair distance from my house, I began to slow down. I was free. Free! Now what to do….I looked around and realized I was in the wrong part of Littleroot Town. I heard the sound of sirens in the distance and noticed the buildings were…well, calling them buildings was charitable. They were more like shacks that had seen better days. The only one that looked even semi habitable was a locally owned shop that looked closed. I felt chills run down my spine….it was almost like….almost as if someone was watching me. Without thinking, I tried the door of the shop and found it unlocked. I quickly ducked inside.
The store was small but clean, especially compared to the ghetto I had been faced with outside. I looked around and noticed it had a vaguely Japanese feel. The store didn’t seem to have much merchandise, but one display caught my eye, a rack of Pokeballs, each with a ‘mystery Pokemon’ inside. I looked at the price tag in front of the rack. They were twenty dollars each. Fuck. I looked around carefully. Well, if the shop owner was here, he was nowhere in eyesight. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around one of the Pokeballs.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I heard a voice behind me say. Immediately, I stiffened and turned around, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
“If you can’t tell, I’m stealing your fucking Poke-“ My words were cut off as I found myself face to face with a black dude holding a huge sword. He looked a little bit older than me and a hell of a lot bigger. My eyes widened. “Ugh….” I said brilliantly. “I was just putting this back.”
He smiled at me, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Too late for that,” he said as he stepped out of the shadows. There was something incredibly odd about a dude wearing boxers and a t-shirt holding a katana, but at that moment, I was more focused on the edge of the sword a few inches from my neck. I dropped the Pokeball and took a step back.
“Okay, crazy dude, I dropped the Pokeball,” I said in a slow voice, but he continued walking towards me. That’s when I backed into a wall. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I mumbled to myself. I closed my eyes and felt the ice cold steel at my throat. I clenched my teeth and waited for the end, but…it never came.
“All right, bitch,” he said, “You’ve got two choices. Either you’re going to lose your head, or…you can do exactly what I tell you to.” And that’s about when my head filled up with porno music.
“Sure,” I said with a wink. “I’ll do EXACTLY what you ask me to.”
He looked slightly confused. “That’s…good then.” He pulled his sword back away from my throat. “Now, tell me why you were stealing my Pokemon.” The porn music in my head stopped.
I hesitated, but he continued to glare at me. “Well….” I told him my entire story, or at least, an abbreviated version. There were some things I just wouldn’t talk about.
“So basically, your parents are over protective douche bags that wouldn’t let you go on your journey or have a Pokemon, so you ran away and planned to make the gym circuit to prove that you could do whatever you set your mind to?”
“And you didn’t have a Pokemon, or any idea of how to get a Pokemon, even though the main part of your plan required a Pokemon?”
“Well, when you put it that way….”
He sighed. “Well…I guess you can keep the Pokemon…under one condition.” The porn music started again.
“And what would that be?” I said leaning closer to him.
“I want to come with you.”
“That can be arr-“ I stopped. “Oh. OH. You mean on my journey. Uh…sure.”
He gave me a long, hard look. "I have a feeling traveling with you will be interesting."
"Most likely. Anyway, what's your name?"
"None of your damn business. But you can call me Maverick."
I smiled. "My name is...Alaska," I decided. Why not use my screen name? It fit me better than my own…. “Anyway, if you want to come with me, we have to get the fuck out of here tonight.”
Maverick nodded. “Sure. Just grab your Pokeball and let me lock up the shop.”
I realized I had completely forgotten about the Pokeball. I bent down and picked it up. I wondered what was inside….
“Hey!” My thoughts were broken by Maverick. I looked up to see he was holding several large pieces of plywood. “Let’s go,” he said and pushed me out of the shop before following me. Once outside, he began to nail the plywood over his door.
“Dude, I thought you were just going to lock up!?”
“I am. We’re going to be gone a while.”
I just rolled my eyes and nervously tapped my foot. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Finally, he seemed to be done. Then something caught my eye.
“Are you bringing that fucking sword!?”
He smiled. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like you don’t have your own weapon.” I subconsciously patted my backpack.
“How did you….?” I shook my head. “Never mind. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.”
Luckily, the area we were in was on the outskirts of Littleroot Town and within ten minutes, we were in a deeply forested area. Pine trees rose up into the night sky, looking like shadowy obelisks in the darkness. I had never been outside the city before and had certainly never experienced such total darkness. I could barely see my own feet. Once again I had the feeling someone was watching me. I looked over to where I assumed Maverick was.
“Yeah?” he responded from the other side of me. I jumped around in surprise and faced him.
“Uh…it’s pretty dark….”
I couldn’t think of any way to phrase my question without sounding like a wuss, so rather than ask him, I reached into my pocket for the Pokeball. It was no larger than a pebble in its shrunken form and I could feel it almost slip through my fingers as I pulled it out.
“Here’s hoping you’re something that can make a little bit of light,” I muttered to myself. I squeezed the button in the middle of the Pokeball and felt it grow to the size of an orange. I dropped it to the ground and saw a flash of red light as it popped open. I yelled in alarm as I was momentarily blinded by the bright light. “GAH! IT FUCKING BUUUUUUUURNS!” I yelled.
Maverick ignored my screams of pain. “Looks like you made a good choice. Take a look.”
Cautiously, I peered through my fingers and saw a much softer light. I took my hands away from my face and was immediately knocked to the ground. Whatever knocked me over barked in my ear and began to lick my face. I climbed back to my feet and stared at the adorable red and black puppy Pokemon in front of me. It’s fur seemed to be actually glowing slightly. “Sweet! I got a Growlithe. That’s fucking awesome.” I bent over and started petting the little guy. “Hi there, sweetie,” I cooed in baby talk.
“So what are you going to name it?” I jumped up in surprise. I had kind of forgotten he was there. He smirked at me. “Don’t feel the need to stand up while you’re telling me. I was kind of having fun looking at your ass.”
I growled deep in my throat, but he just laughed. I decided to ignore him, though he had a valid question. I turned back to my Growlithe (while making sure that my ass wasn’t facing Maverick) and murmured, “What should I call you…?” After a moment’s consideration, I had an idea. “How about Isamu?” The Growlithe barked happily and I smiled.
“Nice name,” Maverick said. “He does seem like he’ll be brave.”
I turned back to him. “You speak Japanese?”
“More or less.” He paused and looked up. “The sun is rising.”
I looked up. “Nice subject change….” I grumbled, but I was happy to see the sun. Looking around, I noticed we were near a small pond. There were no ponds nearby, which meant that somehow, we must have walked around Oldale Town. I walked over to the pond with Growlithe nipping at my ankles and looked in. I looked….tired. My normally straight brown hair had become unruffled and at some point during the night my ratty band t-shirt had gotten torn. My jeans had all ready had the holes in the knees. “…Goddammit,” I said loudly, but it was more out of happiness than anything. I had finally started my journey, had a kickass Pokemon, and a possibly deranged traveling partner. This could be fun. Growlithe wagged his tail as we looked into the rising sun.
“Having fun?” Maverick asked. He must have walked up behind me while I wasn’t paying attention, but I was starting to get used to it.
“Not yet,” I said, “But we’re going to. I think our next stop is Petalburg.” I began to walk in the direction of the rising sun.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
I stopped in my tracks and began walking back the other way.
Hopefully that wasn't too cheesy. If this goes over well, I'll write more chapters. And I meet Siless and Monbrey in the enxt chapter, so IT HAD BETTER GO OVER WELL.