Pokémon Voyages Red-Blue

Joshua

Hi, Josh speaking. So, you say you wanna become a pokémon trainer, huh? A champion, no doubt. Or maybe you wanna catch ‘em all: the 151 and more. And, hey, maybe you will. You never know: you just might. After all, I used to be the kid from Pallet and look at me know.

           Oh. Right. You don’t know me yet. Well, time you followed my journey through Kanto.

Part One

Welcome to the World of Pokémon!

            Pallet’s my hometown. It’s not the hometown of too many people, but that’s because of it’s size. There’s only around ten houses, one major store, and a pokémon center. Very small. But some of the most famous trainers were born here. For example, Blue, Leaf, Professor Oak, and Of course, my big brother Red, the Indigo League champion.

Big brother?!?

Uh-huh. My older brother is the big cheese himself. Kanto champion, the legend himself, yadda yadda yadda. Honestly, the guy barely even talks! You ask him a question, and you’ll get either ‘Yes’, ‘No’, shrug, or ‘Sure’, depending on what you asked. And he’s rarely home: he’s collage age, but his ‘collage’ is the summit of Mount Silver, training with his pokémon, starving himself of the outside world. Crazy, but it might work. At the very least, he certainly thinks it works. Considering my bloodline, you’d think I’d have been popular at my school the next town over. Nah. They just joked about where all his genes were when I was born. 

Because I was eleven, the brother of arguably the most powerful champion, I even looked like him, always wearing a red cap over my longish black hair, even the same kind of face;

But I didn’t even own a pokéball. 

Somehow, I couldn’t seem to catch a single pokémon. I’d tried Pikachu, Pidgey, Bellsprout, Oddish, Rattata, Spearow, Nidoran, not a thing. 

A few nicer kids have let me borrow their pokémon to have battles, but I still got mocked. Believe me, I can tell you any Pokémon League stat you need: the furthest Professor Oak ever got in the Indigo League tournament, Blue’s most recent team, which type any gym leader uses, even totally random stuff like how many direct interference penalties Bill had in his first try at the tournament (16).

But then, I was trash at battling too. I’d used many pokémon lent to me, but they never listened to me, like I’m inexperienced.

What about the pokémon Professor Oak hands out?

I tried: believe me, I tried. I was promptly shoved to the dirt by a kid who claimed I’d never amount to anything as a trainer, and I’d waste his pokémon.

His comment stung. Ever been told you’d never amount to anything, and you know the guy means it?

Worse yet: You know it might be true?

Doubt you’ve ever experienced that, at least not in the way I did. 

Around January though, things changed.

Red actually came for my twelfth birthday.

He’d spent the last two years (Years) on Mount Silver. Hadn’t called once. Biggest notification we’d got that he was even alive was when Blue visited him for their annual battle. 

So try to imagine my shocked, gaping face when on January 15th, I opened the door and saw him standing there, one hand on his cap, the other in his jacket pocket, Pikachu on his shoulder, and nodded to me. 

I can practically hear you smiling at all the stupid faces you’re creating.