It's been long since I've posted a horrible simple story, so I have made this one.
It was Arnold's tenth birthday. Today was the day he could finally go to the new arcade in town, where all the cool kids hung out. Today something completely unexpected would also happen to the child, something he could have only dreamed of earlier.
You see, Arnold was a pretty eccentric boy. He had curly orange hair and wore glasses, and one could never tell what was up with his clothing. If anything, it was best to make the claim that he wasn't wearing any.
Anyway, the little boy was excited as soon as he arrived in the arcade, and one thing stood out from all the others: a whack-a-Diglett machine. Whack-a-Diglett was Arnold's favorite game, stemming from his hatred of the little creatures after what should be called a childhood accident.
He stuck the token into the appropriate slot and began playing. A couple seconds into the game however, something odd appeared. It was a blue, sort of squishy tadpole-like thing, with a swirl in its stomach. Arnold was pretty sure it was real, after all, he'd seen nothing like this in any other whack-a-Diglett game.
He went to the arcade manager and asked if there was supposed to be a blue tadpole like creature in the whack-a-Diglett machine.
"That is what you called a Poliwag," he explained, his voice muffled by the sandwich he was eating, "and it is not part of the game. As for how it got there, I'm afraid I'm clueless. However, you're ten right?"
The question struck Arnold hard. Why would his age matter? Was the arcade manager actually a child rapist, who would be going after him? Nevertheless, Arnold was already with no place to go, might as well tell the truth.
"Y-yes I am," he said, stuttering a bit from fear, "w-why?"
The manager finished the last bite of his sandwich, and answered "you see, the Poliwag over there is most likely wild, since it probably would have been searched for if otherwise. And since you're ten, the minimal age for this, you are able to capture it and ask your parents if you can journey with it and explore the world. I did something similar when I was ten, and I had the time of my life, I'm sure you would too."
It seemed tempting, being able to go across the world with a little blue companion who probably could destroy Diglett, very hard not to resist. On the other hand though, he'd have to say goodbye to everyone he knew, and go to unknown places with unknown dangers. Heck, he didn't even have anything to capture Poliwag with.
The manager immediately noticed this, and tossed him a tiny red and white capsule. This is what they called a Poké Ball, where Pokémon would be tamed. "With that, you should be set with capturing Poliwag. Even if your parents do not let you journey with it, you'll be able to release it by pressing both the switch on the top and the back, or probably keep it as a household pet. Good luck and have fun."
With that out of the way, Arnold nervously looked for the Poliwag, the choice echoing in his head. He had to know what he'd do, and the consequences each decision held, no matter how small they were. This would be the changing moment of his life, and he'd most likely regret it if he chose the wrong decision after all.
It would probably be cool to travel. After all, the manager did say he had the time of his life. Then again, if he had the time of his life, why was he here now instead of traveling still? It made no sense, but then again, he probably just wanted to settle down and create an arcade, and right now, Arnold had to make the decision and be sure of it every step of the way.
He finally reached the whack-a-Diglett machine for the second time in this day, put out his second token today, and immediately started playing. With each passing second, Arnold's decision would become clearer and clearer until all was revealed.
Finally, around the last ten seconds, it appeared. Something seemed different this time however, as Poliwag looked a bit more ready for combat. Could it have sensed Arnold's plan? Could it be defending something?
The young boy immediately reacted. He grabbed the Poliwag and threw it into an area which neither held people nor was in clear sight from anything else. He had to weaken the thing, but he had no way of hurting it. If anything, he had to use that very second to his advantage and capture it. If not, his whole plan would be ruined.
"Alright Poliwag, now is the time to fight! I will try my best with my... uh... limited skills to combat whatever you have."
As if it only understood the part where Arnold wanted to know what it was capable of, the Poliwag immediately sprayed water at the child, knocking the Poké Ball out of his hand and into an area just a short distance away. Now he also had to fight his way to that area, not only weaken it. Could things get any worse?
As it turned out, they only got better from then on. Arnold just had to be careful to avoid the water Poliwag shot out, and then throw Poliwag closer and closer to the capsule. He now saw how he wanted to end this, and picked up the tadpole for one last time, and threw it directly at the Poké Ball. The ball shook once, twice, a third time, until what had happened was clear to all.