With Gobble's blessing, and a few days of planning, I would like to present to you a different kind of Pokémon story.
>You have a few options to choose from at the bottom of every page. Voting takes ten minutes, after which a new part of the story will be added.
Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Willow! People call me a Pokémon Professor!
This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession.
Now, first thing's first: are you a boy, or are you a girl?
You're a boy? Damn- I mean, okay!
Well, then, sir, your very own Pokémon adventure is about to unfold!
The sun breaks over the horizon as you slink out of bed. As you go through the motions of getting ready, it occurs to you that today you were supposed to meet Professor Willow to start on your Pokémon journey. Your hair still wet, you hop out of the bathroom and dash downstairs to announce the good news. Who do you find down there?
>You're staying with both of your parents, who both love you very much.
>You were raised by a single mother, who does her best to take care of you, but unfortunately always seems to be sleeping as a side effect.
>You were raised in the local polygamous compound and are constantly fawned over by three mothers and your father.
Ehh I have no objection to it, just kinda stopped reading after the first one. switching >>44803007
to >You were raised in the local polygamous compound and are constantly fawned over by three mothers and your father.
the blueblack one is megaevolved charzard
People in loving non-monogamous partnerships are underrepresented in media.
This is why we cant have nice things.
You dash downstairs to see your two of your mothers sitting at the table. Everybody else appears to be still asleep.
"Hey," you begin, only to be cut off as one of them (the short one with the black hair) raises her hand.
"Don't tell me," she says with a smile, "today is the day that you're finally a man and you're off to get your very own Pokémon."
"Uh, yes," you stammer.
Your second mom (the tall one with the blonde hair) covers her eyes and begins to sob.
"My little baby is finally grown up!" she says.
Mom #1 hugs Mom #2.
"Well," says Mom #1, "the Professor is just down the street, if you're ready you can go down to see her."
You smile and wave goodbye before jumping right out the door. It's a warm late-spring morning, and you can see the different houses in the compound coming alive. It takes only a few minutes to leave and walk down the road. Right up ahead is the Professor's laboratory.
You step inside, and are immediately met with the wonderful feeling of air conditioning as an elderly lady rises from her seat at a table ahead of you. You recognize her as Professor Willow.
"Ah, there you are!" she says, scratching your head. "Say, no offense, but... your parents have a lot of children, and I have a hard time keeping track of you all. Which one are you again?"
You sigh. For somebody with a PhD, she sure is forgetful.
"I'm Stan, professor. You know, the last Marsh boy."
"Oh, that's right!" she says, sticking her finger in the air. "Stan Marsh, of course. Say, now that you're here, we can begin!"
She goes back over to the table, and picks a box up off of it.
"I remember when I was your age, fresh out of high school, wanting to become a great Pokémon master! Of course, that was fifty years ago, and I'm much too old for adventures, but now I can help you do the same!
She opens the box, and you are greeted with the sight of three Pokéballs each labelled with a different symbol: a leaf, a water drop, and a flame.
"These starter Pokémon are all approved by the Shoret Region Pokémon League, and since yesterday was your eighteenth birthday, today I now present to you your very own Pokémon!"
Which one do you want?
>Bulbasaur, the Grass-type
>Fennekin, the Fire-type
>Oshawott, the Water-type
None of these Pokés really speak to you. You have an idea.
"Hey, Professor," you say, "you wouldn't happen to have any other Pokémon, would you?"
"Well," she says, "There is one other, although you might not like it."
She beckons you to follow, and she leads you to the bookshelf at the other end of the room, grabbing a lone Poké Ball off of it.
"Alright, here goes nothing!"
She presses the button on the ball, and immediately a flash of energy flies out of it. It condenses into what look like a big, pink puffball.
"This one is called a Jigglypuff."
It looks up and eyes you with what appears to be a burning desire to tear out your soul and wear it as a necklace.
"What do you think?"
>On second though, Bulbasaur is fine.
>No thanks, I'll take Fennekin instead.
>Can I still get that Oshawott?
Okay, we got a tie. Let's see how we do.
You are completely confused right now. Half of you wants to grab it and hug it, while the other half wants to get this thing as far away from you as possible.
"Professor," you say, not sure of what you should say, "can I have this and another one, too?"
The professor gives you a deadpan expression before bursting out into laughter.
"Kids like you never know what they want, do they? Here, I'll make it easy on you, go ahead, take two!"
A wave of relief falls over you. You look down at your new Jigglypuff, whose hatred is unmatched in anything that you've ever seen before in your life.
You look back over at the box on the table. The leaf on the first Poké Ball is calling out to you. In a trance, you walk up to it and take it in your hand, pressing the button as light explodes from it and turns into a green reptile-like Pokémon with a bulb on its back. It looks up at you with a bright smile.
Suddenly, a man bursts through the doors. He's about your age, and he's donning a patchy beard and big, goofy glasses.
"I'm here, grandma!" he says.
Oh, that's right. You don't remember his name, though. What was it?
Oh, Andrew, that's right. You went to school with him, although you never really spoke to each other.
"Stan," says the Professor, "you remember Drew, don't you?"
"I do, Professor."
"Hi, Stan." He says, waving. You give a quick wave back at him.
"I called him here today because he just became a trainer, too, and I'd like you two to battle each other!"
No, dude, you got this.
He pulls out a Poké Ball.
"We haven't been able to fight anybody yet. This'll be our first time! Go, Napoleon!"
From the Poké Ball erupts a Pokémon you recognize as a Fennekin, who snorts out a flame of challenge.
"Now, for the sake of fairness, Stan," says the Professor, "I'd like you to use only one Pokémon to battle Drew. Which one would you like to send out?"
>Bulbasaur (Choose a name)
>Jigglypuff (Choose a name)
You don't want your new Bulbasaur to get toasted, so you point to your new Jigglypuff, intending to launch it into battle.
"Go, Hulk!" you say, Hulk being the first word that came to you.
Hulk looks up at you, clearly insulted, before turning around and jumping into the fight.
"I'll go first," says Drew, that crazy bastard. "Napoleon, use a scratch attack!"
Napoleon leaps forward and jumps into Hulk, swiping and leaving a visible scratch mark. Hulk veins pop out in anger.
What do you do?
>Use Defense Curl
"Hulk," you say, "smash!"
One of Hulk's stubby arms curls into a fist, and it punches Napoleon right in the nose, who squeals in surprise.
"As if that's enough to stop My Napoleon! Use Ember!"
Napoleon opens its mouth and blows out a small puff of flame, leaving Hulk's face black with soot.
>Use Sing (roll 1d100)
>Use Defense Curl
"Hulk," you say, "use Sing!"
Hulk's grimace becomes a malicious grin as he opens his mouth and sings a sweet song. Napoleon yawns before drifting off to sleep.
"Don't give up, Napoleon!" says Andrew. "Use another scratch attack!"
Napoleon isn't listening. He's completely out of it.
>Use Defense Curl
"One last time, Hulk!" you say. "Smash!"
Hulk sounds out a battle cry that sounds more like somebody just stepped on it, before letting out a barrage of punches into Napoleon. Napoleon tips over, swirls in his eyes.
Professor Willow extends her hand out to you. "Napoleon is unable to battle! Hulk is the winner!"
"Great job, Hulk!" you say as you take him in your arms. You can still feel his rage, but it's slightly dampened by your mutual victory.
You look over to Andrew, who's patting Napoleon on the head. He turns to you.
"Great job, Stan! That was fun!"
>It sure was!
>That's was okay, I guess.
You come up to Andrew and pat him on the shoulder.
"That was okay, I guess. I was hoping for a more."
"Yeah, me, too," says Drew. "Maybe next time we can make it longer?"
You give him a certified Marsh thumbs-up of approval. "We will!"
Professor Willow comes up behind you. "Well, done, you two! Now..."
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out two small devices resembling PDAs.
"These are called Pokédexes. If you need info on a Pokémon or something related. Take a look inside."
The two of you swipe them from her as she continues, reaching into her other pocket.
"These are your Pokéballs. You should know what they do already, so I'll save my words for another time.
"Now, then, the day is still young, and it's time that you two got going off on your Pokémon journeys!"
"Thanks, grandma," says Drew. He turns to you.
"Stan, I'm going to the Pokémon gym in Chromium City! I don't know about you, but when we meet again, I'm going ten times as tough as today! Believe it!"
"I bet you will, Drew."
"Alright then! Stan, Grandma! Smell you later!"
Drew turns straight to the door and struts out, leaving you with Professor Willow.
"Well, Stan?" she says. "What's next for you?"
>Go west along Route 2 to Hafnium Town
>Go north along Route 1 to Nickel City
>Go east along Route 3 to Chromium City
While Professor Willow isn't looking, you take a deep whiff of your underarm. You smell just fine.
You think about it for a second, then you speak.
"I guess I'll go to Nickel City."
"That's wonderful, Stan. Now, give me a moment to heal your Pokémon, and go say goodbye to your family, they're right outside."
You look out the window. Sure enough, there they are. You step outside to greet them.
All of your parents and siblings are gathered outside. Your father comes forward, embracing you.
"Stan," he says. "You're the first to leave, and we will miss you, but more importantly, we are proud of you and who you've become.
Everybody else then piles onto you, you can hear laughter and sobbing, but most that you can hear is your struggling breath amid twenty different bodies smothering you.
"Thanks everybody," you say, "I'll miss you, too."
You finally manage to push all of them off of you, and, taking your two new friends from Professor Willow, you turn around and wave goodbye as you leave on the road to Nickel City.
Alright, I'm going to stop there tonight. I'll compile this onto one of my Pastebins and pick it up tomorrow.
Any constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading!