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Chapter I: The Discovery
It was a beautiful spring day. Looking down from above, the suburbs were a brilliant medley of houses, shrubbery, roads, and grass. As he was getting out of his car, to enter his house, Fredrick could hear the birds, tweeting in the trees, and smell freshly mowed grass. After working the night shift at the lab, he always would come home, see his children, and nap. Today was just another ordinary day.
As he walked in, he saw his son, Jonathon, watching television like he always was in the morning, especially shows that he thought were too young for a thirteen-year-old boy, especially Pokémon and Yu-gi-oh!. Jonathon then noticed him, and quickly turned off the television, as if his father did not see it before. Fred sighed and went out to get the paper. He then walked back out of his house, went to his mailbox, and seized the daily paper. He saw nothing that was worth taking note of right away, and started back up the driveway.
He then heard an explosive noise above him, and he looked up. The air began to waver, as if by extreme heat, except Fred did not feel any warmer than normal. As he stared at it, a spherical object, about the size of his fist, fell on his face. Fortunately for Fred, his face felt fine. However, it was strange that there was some sort of a perfectly round rock on the ground. He decided to go back home into his office, and check it out. When he put it down, he noticed that it had a faintly rusty colour on one side, like clay. He then realized the actual object was coated in a thin layer of mud. Running his finger along the mysterious object, strongly enough to take some of the mud off, but softly enough not to break its contents, he discovered that the colour was more like a painted red. As he pushed off more mud, he discovered that the other side was a white colour, again like a polished, painted white. The sides were separated by a thin groove. Following this groove, Fredrick discovered a pair of hinges. He now was certain that this object was not natural. Since there was always an opening mechanism on the opposite side of an object that opened, he went the other way, and discovered an unusual bump. He was about to press it in, when he realized that something dreadful could happen. However, his curiosity was a heavy burden on his shoulder. To appease that, he decided that he would go to the lab, to research it. Being an archaeologist, he knew that there would be a way to determine its components.
As Fredrick was walking into the laboratory, he swore he could faintly make out an odd bird chirp that sounded distinctly different…
“Forget something?” asked Richard, Fred’s co-worker and friend.
“No, I just wanted to work a little extra. I’m not very tired at the moment.”
“Don’t work too hard; I’ve heard bad things about people that commit their whole lives to work.”
“I’ll be alright,” responded an exasperated Fredrick. Although Richard was his friend, he talked quite a bit too much for his taste. Fred took a sample of the object, and started mixing it with different chemicals to see what it was made of. Iron tested for positive. He then went to test it for other metals, but he slipped, and the small sample fell into the heated Benedict’s solution. Fred watched in amazement as the solution gradually changed from blue to the same colour of the sample. “Eureka!” shouted Fred. It was organic.
Despite his findings, he could still not figure out why there was an organic container holding something, so he went to his primary source for information, the Downtown Library. He went straight for the science section, to look at new inventions, but he could not find anything. He pulled the container, as he called it, out, and inspected it once more. After scouring over it, he knew it could not be much older than a thousand years, so ancient history would not help. On the very back, just above the hinges, was another bump. This time, however, his curiosity overrode his sensibilities and he pressed it in. Instantly, the object shrunk to a more manageable size, easily fitting into his pocket. He pressed it again, and it regrew to its normal size. He then shrunk it, and put it into his pocket. He now knew that it must be less than a hundred years old, because past technology could not have been that advanced. Or was he getting ahead of himself? He then scoured all other sensible sections to scour, like the history section, but to no avail. He then went home, tired and mystified, to take a nap.
When he arrived, his son had gotten home from school. He asked, surprised, “Where were you, dad?”
Fred could not decide whether to tell the truth or to lie, so he just plainly said, “At the library.”
He went upstairs and slept.
Later, he went down to make dinner. When he had put the potatoes into the oven, he went back up to look at the container. He decided that he would press the front button, and hope that nothing would happen, or it would shrink again. He was sure that nothing strange would happen, like an odd creature popping out and attacking his family.
Well, at least he was right about the non-attacking part.
As he pressed the button, a bright light shined, and a plasma material emerged from the container. Fred closed his eyes from the light, though he really wanted to see what was going on. When he opened them, he saw a bipedal turtle. He then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. The freakish turtle made an odd noise that sounded like “Squirt Squirtle.”
The footsteps grew louder, as he heard his son calling, “Dad, I need your…” Jonathon stopped, dead in his tracks as he stared at the turtle. Shoot. Fred knew his son may have known something about it, school may have taught him about it; he should have told him. He then heard a thump, as he looked over, and saw his son, fainted on the floor.
“What are you, anyways?” asked Fred to the creature that had just made his son faint.
However, all it responded was with another, “Squirt Squirtle squirt”
“Fine,” he remarked, more to himself than to the turtle, I will call you ‘Squirtle’, for now.”
“Squirtle!” it repeated, running around excitedly.
Finally, fifteen long minutes of excited Squirtle babysitting, Jonathon reawakened. He stared at his dad, stared at Squirtle, and asked, in an excited manner, although not coming even close to Squirtle’s state, “How did you manage to find a Squirtle?”
Fred was surprised. Did his son hear what was going on in the outside world while fainted? “I didn’t,” Fred, told his son, “I found this container, and it came out. I don’t know how to get it back in, or even how it fit in there.” Fred pulled out ‘The Container’.
“Here, let me see that.” Jon aggressively grabbed at the container. “You press this button again to put it back in. Anyways, this ‘container’ is called a Pokéball. It holds Pokémon for you.”
“Pokémon? Like that show you watch?”
“One and the same,” responded Jon.
Fredrick stopped, stunned at the realization. “You mean to say that… this came from a fake television show? That’s… preposterous!”
Jon shrugged, and then continued. “Pokémon can use moves based on their species and level, the higher the level, the stronger the moves. For example, this Squirtle probably knows Bubble. Squirtle, use Bubble!”
Squirtle, without hesitation, breathed in air, then blew a large bubble, which collided with the door and burst explosively.
“How many species of these Poké-thingies are there?”
“As of now, 500 or so are known, including the god-like figures called Legendaries.”
Fred just started to wonder how anyone could know every single one, and how it attacks.
“But every five years or so,” continued Jon, “more are ‘discovered’, created by Game Freak.”
He stopped, wondering how this had ever happened.
“I’m going to take a nap,” said Fred, trying to feel calm.
“Squirtle, return,” said Jon, pressing the button on the Pokéball. Squirtle began to turn into an odd white form, and was sucked into the ball.
That night, when he arrived at work, he tried his best to keep calm as he researched the materials that were uncovered at the new site. However, the thought of Squirtle kept coming into his head, bewildering him so much that he accidentally spilled some iodine onto the sample that he was working with. Thankfully, he was already testing for presence of starches, as he watched the iodine keep its colour. Richard walked over.
“Are you alright, man? Because you seem to be awfully fidgety today.”
“I’m alright. Something just happened the other day. Can you keep a secret?”
“Sure, man.” Richard looked on waiting for an answer.
“Do you know why I came into work afterhours yesterday?”
“Sure, for the same reason that I did.”
“Oh, no you don’t understand what I’m talking about…”
“Yes, I do.” Fred saw a flash of red as Richard pulled out from under his protective clothing another Pokéball. “I saw you come in yesterday with the same type of thing that I found.”
Fred looked on with amazement. “Do you… know how to open it?”
“Open it? This thing opens? …you mean…”
“Sure,” interrupted Fred, “Let’s go out to the back, and I’ll show you.”
They then went out behind the lab in the explosives area, where no one would see. Richard handed over the ball.
“Go! Pokéball!” Fred yelled, as his son taught him, and threw the ball. A bright, plasma-like substance came out of the ball, and it soon materialized into a little brown creature with a bushy tail and long ears. Fred always had a soft spot for cute things, but this was too irresistible.
“Eevee-ee!” it squeaked, in a cute, high-pitched tone.
“I think it’s called an Eevee, due to the sound it makes,” Fred commented to Richard, who responded with a blank stare. “Richie? Are you alright?”
“I… remember… I vowed never to forget the thing that I once loved ten years ago… but I forgot. Then, when I find this Pokéball, I want to completely deny it, and make my mind think it is something else. However, this is the final proof. It’s really true!”
Fred smiled to his younger friend, feeling bad that society made him forget one of the best parts of his childhood.
“So, after work, do you want to have a battle?” Richard seemed like he was over his sense of gloominess as he looked over to Fred with a grin.
“A battle? Does that mean fighting? What will happen if they get hurt? How would we heal them?”
Richard then remembered that there were no Nurse Joys around, and therefore no Pokémon centres, for there would be no use for them in the real world. How in the world could it have gotten here?, wondered Richard.
Fred saw the look of puzzlement he got from Richard, and laughed. “I don’t know much more than you do,” he said, “but it sure is interesting!”
Just then, in front of the friends, a bright flash appeared. When the light faded, there was a blocky object sitting in front of the men. It was about up to Richard’s knee height, and that length long. On either side of the main base was a blue shape to keep it stable. From one end, a tail like blue object protruded, and from the other came what looked like a head, mostly red but with blue at the tip. It had two eyes, just like a living creature, but with seemingly less emotion. On the ground beside it was a blue object that looked like a portable gaming system.
Fred bent down in order to pick up the electronic. Running his fingers along the sides, Fred found a switch on the side of the mysterious machine, and switched it open. The system began to open, revealing two screens next to one another. He then saw a circle with a line at the top- the power toggle button.
…and that's it, for now. Criticism greatly appreciated. I don't really know how common this story-line / idea is, for all I know, I could be writing the most cliche thing in the universe.
Without Chapter II, it's hard to pick up on the hiccups versus the soon-to-be explained, so sorry for that. Since this is my first attempt at a fan-fiction, I can improve much.
It was a beautiful spring day. Looking down from above, the suburbs were a brilliant medley of houses, shrubbery, roads, and grass. As he was getting out of his car, to enter his house, Fredrick could hear the birds, tweeting in the trees, and smell freshly mowed grass. After working the night shift at the lab, he always would come home, see his children, and nap. Today was just another ordinary day.
As he walked in, he saw his son, Jonathon, watching television like he always was in the morning, especially shows that he thought were too young for a thirteen-year-old boy, especially Pokémon and Yu-gi-oh!. Jonathon then noticed him, and quickly turned off the television, as if his father did not see it before. Fred sighed and went out to get the paper. He then walked back out of his house, went to his mailbox, and seized the daily paper. He saw nothing that was worth taking note of right away, and started back up the driveway.
He then heard an explosive noise above him, and he looked up. The air began to waver, as if by extreme heat, except Fred did not feel any warmer than normal. As he stared at it, a spherical object, about the size of his fist, fell on his face. Fortunately for Fred, his face felt fine. However, it was strange that there was some sort of a perfectly round rock on the ground. He decided to go back home into his office, and check it out. When he put it down, he noticed that it had a faintly rusty colour on one side, like clay. He then realized the actual object was coated in a thin layer of mud. Running his finger along the mysterious object, strongly enough to take some of the mud off, but softly enough not to break its contents, he discovered that the colour was more like a painted red. As he pushed off more mud, he discovered that the other side was a white colour, again like a polished, painted white. The sides were separated by a thin groove. Following this groove, Fredrick discovered a pair of hinges. He now was certain that this object was not natural. Since there was always an opening mechanism on the opposite side of an object that opened, he went the other way, and discovered an unusual bump. He was about to press it in, when he realized that something dreadful could happen. However, his curiosity was a heavy burden on his shoulder. To appease that, he decided that he would go to the lab, to research it. Being an archaeologist, he knew that there would be a way to determine its components.
As Fredrick was walking into the laboratory, he swore he could faintly make out an odd bird chirp that sounded distinctly different…
“Forget something?” asked Richard, Fred’s co-worker and friend.
“No, I just wanted to work a little extra. I’m not very tired at the moment.”
“Don’t work too hard; I’ve heard bad things about people that commit their whole lives to work.”
“I’ll be alright,” responded an exasperated Fredrick. Although Richard was his friend, he talked quite a bit too much for his taste. Fred took a sample of the object, and started mixing it with different chemicals to see what it was made of. Iron tested for positive. He then went to test it for other metals, but he slipped, and the small sample fell into the heated Benedict’s solution. Fred watched in amazement as the solution gradually changed from blue to the same colour of the sample. “Eureka!” shouted Fred. It was organic.
Despite his findings, he could still not figure out why there was an organic container holding something, so he went to his primary source for information, the Downtown Library. He went straight for the science section, to look at new inventions, but he could not find anything. He pulled the container, as he called it, out, and inspected it once more. After scouring over it, he knew it could not be much older than a thousand years, so ancient history would not help. On the very back, just above the hinges, was another bump. This time, however, his curiosity overrode his sensibilities and he pressed it in. Instantly, the object shrunk to a more manageable size, easily fitting into his pocket. He pressed it again, and it regrew to its normal size. He then shrunk it, and put it into his pocket. He now knew that it must be less than a hundred years old, because past technology could not have been that advanced. Or was he getting ahead of himself? He then scoured all other sensible sections to scour, like the history section, but to no avail. He then went home, tired and mystified, to take a nap.
When he arrived, his son had gotten home from school. He asked, surprised, “Where were you, dad?”
Fred could not decide whether to tell the truth or to lie, so he just plainly said, “At the library.”
He went upstairs and slept.
Later, he went down to make dinner. When he had put the potatoes into the oven, he went back up to look at the container. He decided that he would press the front button, and hope that nothing would happen, or it would shrink again. He was sure that nothing strange would happen, like an odd creature popping out and attacking his family.
Well, at least he was right about the non-attacking part.
As he pressed the button, a bright light shined, and a plasma material emerged from the container. Fred closed his eyes from the light, though he really wanted to see what was going on. When he opened them, he saw a bipedal turtle. He then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. The freakish turtle made an odd noise that sounded like “Squirt Squirtle.”
The footsteps grew louder, as he heard his son calling, “Dad, I need your…” Jonathon stopped, dead in his tracks as he stared at the turtle. Shoot. Fred knew his son may have known something about it, school may have taught him about it; he should have told him. He then heard a thump, as he looked over, and saw his son, fainted on the floor.
“What are you, anyways?” asked Fred to the creature that had just made his son faint.
However, all it responded was with another, “Squirt Squirtle squirt”
“Fine,” he remarked, more to himself than to the turtle, I will call you ‘Squirtle’, for now.”
“Squirtle!” it repeated, running around excitedly.
Finally, fifteen long minutes of excited Squirtle babysitting, Jonathon reawakened. He stared at his dad, stared at Squirtle, and asked, in an excited manner, although not coming even close to Squirtle’s state, “How did you manage to find a Squirtle?”
Fred was surprised. Did his son hear what was going on in the outside world while fainted? “I didn’t,” Fred, told his son, “I found this container, and it came out. I don’t know how to get it back in, or even how it fit in there.” Fred pulled out ‘The Container’.
“Here, let me see that.” Jon aggressively grabbed at the container. “You press this button again to put it back in. Anyways, this ‘container’ is called a Pokéball. It holds Pokémon for you.”
“Pokémon? Like that show you watch?”
“One and the same,” responded Jon.
Fredrick stopped, stunned at the realization. “You mean to say that… this came from a fake television show? That’s… preposterous!”
Jon shrugged, and then continued. “Pokémon can use moves based on their species and level, the higher the level, the stronger the moves. For example, this Squirtle probably knows Bubble. Squirtle, use Bubble!”
Squirtle, without hesitation, breathed in air, then blew a large bubble, which collided with the door and burst explosively.
“How many species of these Poké-thingies are there?”
“As of now, 500 or so are known, including the god-like figures called Legendaries.”
Fred just started to wonder how anyone could know every single one, and how it attacks.
“But every five years or so,” continued Jon, “more are ‘discovered’, created by Game Freak.”
He stopped, wondering how this had ever happened.
“I’m going to take a nap,” said Fred, trying to feel calm.
“Squirtle, return,” said Jon, pressing the button on the Pokéball. Squirtle began to turn into an odd white form, and was sucked into the ball.
That night, when he arrived at work, he tried his best to keep calm as he researched the materials that were uncovered at the new site. However, the thought of Squirtle kept coming into his head, bewildering him so much that he accidentally spilled some iodine onto the sample that he was working with. Thankfully, he was already testing for presence of starches, as he watched the iodine keep its colour. Richard walked over.
“Are you alright, man? Because you seem to be awfully fidgety today.”
“I’m alright. Something just happened the other day. Can you keep a secret?”
“Sure, man.” Richard looked on waiting for an answer.
“Do you know why I came into work afterhours yesterday?”
“Sure, for the same reason that I did.”
“Oh, no you don’t understand what I’m talking about…”
“Yes, I do.” Fred saw a flash of red as Richard pulled out from under his protective clothing another Pokéball. “I saw you come in yesterday with the same type of thing that I found.”
Fred looked on with amazement. “Do you… know how to open it?”
“Open it? This thing opens? …you mean…”
“Sure,” interrupted Fred, “Let’s go out to the back, and I’ll show you.”
They then went out behind the lab in the explosives area, where no one would see. Richard handed over the ball.
“Go! Pokéball!” Fred yelled, as his son taught him, and threw the ball. A bright, plasma-like substance came out of the ball, and it soon materialized into a little brown creature with a bushy tail and long ears. Fred always had a soft spot for cute things, but this was too irresistible.
“Eevee-ee!” it squeaked, in a cute, high-pitched tone.
“I think it’s called an Eevee, due to the sound it makes,” Fred commented to Richard, who responded with a blank stare. “Richie? Are you alright?”
“I… remember… I vowed never to forget the thing that I once loved ten years ago… but I forgot. Then, when I find this Pokéball, I want to completely deny it, and make my mind think it is something else. However, this is the final proof. It’s really true!”
Fred smiled to his younger friend, feeling bad that society made him forget one of the best parts of his childhood.
“So, after work, do you want to have a battle?” Richard seemed like he was over his sense of gloominess as he looked over to Fred with a grin.
“A battle? Does that mean fighting? What will happen if they get hurt? How would we heal them?”
Richard then remembered that there were no Nurse Joys around, and therefore no Pokémon centres, for there would be no use for them in the real world. How in the world could it have gotten here?, wondered Richard.
Fred saw the look of puzzlement he got from Richard, and laughed. “I don’t know much more than you do,” he said, “but it sure is interesting!”
Just then, in front of the friends, a bright flash appeared. When the light faded, there was a blocky object sitting in front of the men. It was about up to Richard’s knee height, and that length long. On either side of the main base was a blue shape to keep it stable. From one end, a tail like blue object protruded, and from the other came what looked like a head, mostly red but with blue at the tip. It had two eyes, just like a living creature, but with seemingly less emotion. On the ground beside it was a blue object that looked like a portable gaming system.
Fred bent down in order to pick up the electronic. Running his fingers along the sides, Fred found a switch on the side of the mysterious machine, and switched it open. The system began to open, revealing two screens next to one another. He then saw a circle with a line at the top- the power toggle button.
…and that's it, for now. Criticism greatly appreciated. I don't really know how common this story-line / idea is, for all I know, I could be writing the most cliche thing in the universe.
Without Chapter II, it's hard to pick up on the hiccups versus the soon-to-be explained, so sorry for that. Since this is my first attempt at a fan-fiction, I can improve much.
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