SparklingBlue
Pokémon Trainer
- Location
- Questing through the Pokeworld
- Pronouns
- She/Her
(rated E10+ for fantasy violence and frightening images)
The remixed animeverse kicks off by going back to where it all began--OG Kanto.
Be warned--this is not quite the same anime you remember, and not quite the same games you remember!
Episode 1: A Yellow Morning Comes
A yellow morning comes, and it sparkles like the sun
I don't think that I, ever will, forget its simple beauty
All this light from the heavens raining down--
"Ash?"
"Yeah, Dad?" a black haired boy asked as he pressed PAUSE on the small blue CD player he had been listening to while half heartedly watching the battle between a Gengar and a Nidorino raging on the TV.
A black haired man made his way into the room and sat down on the bed by his son. "Is everything okay? Your mom's worried because usually you're in bed by now..."
"It's just...I can't sleep, Dad." Ash explained. "I'm so excited about leaving tomorrow on my own Pokemon journey, and maybe prove myself as the Pokemon Master."
"Well, every Pokemon Master--and Mistress, too--had to start somewhere." the man replied. "They didn't get to the top overnight--they practiced with their Pokemon, they met new friends, battled terrifying foes, overcame many challenges, and even made a few mistakes on the way. But through it all, they never gave up." The Nidorino ramming the Gengar on the TV punctuated his point. "No matter what happens on your journey, Ash, know that your mom and I will always be proud of you...you have the drive and the courage to go all the way to a Pokemon Master. But have you thought about what it really means to be a Pokemon Master?"
Ash froze as he pressed STOP on his CD player. "Well...they've met every Pokemon, including Legendaries?" he asked.
"Not quite--quantity of Pokemon does not necessarily a Pokemon Master make." Ash's father cautioned. "Some Masters only owned a few Pokemon, and they were revered as being some of the greatest trainers of their day."
"I know, we studied many of them in history class." Ash replied, sighing nostalgically about a memorable lecture.
"What sets apart a Pokemon Master from the rest is how they treat their Pokemon." Ash's father explained. "They understand Pokemon are living creatures at heart, and so treat them with dignity and respect, not as tools to batter opponents into submission."
"Tell that to Gary..." Ash muttered.
Ash's father just smiled. "That reminds me...even if you do cross paths with Gary on your journey, do not stoop to his level. a Pokemon Master treats everyone, even sworn enemies, with respect."
"I guess there's more to being a Pokemon Master than just winning the League medallion..." Ash mused.
"That's right--travel to other regions, enter their Leagues, and earn their medallions too." Ash's father grinned. "But remember that on your way to the top, you will likely lose a few times. While it does hurt to lose, remember that losses have lessons to be learned from them, even if you lost due to situations beyond your control."
The TV remote got his attention as Ash put away his CD player into his bag and gathered a few more supplies. "Although if you must watch TV this late, you could watch this." With that, he changed the channel, displaying Professor Oak on a plain somewhere talking about the native Pokemon of Kanto.
Ash turned to look back as his father turned to leave. "No matter what, I will make you and Mom proud!" he smiled back, a new confidence welling up in his heart. "I hereby declare to the Pokémon of the world...I will be the greatest Pokémon trainer...the greatest Pokémon master...of all time!"
Ash's father just chuckled at his son's triumphant pose. "At any rate, you'd best get to bed...you don't want to be late to get your first Pokemon, do you?"
"Course not!" Ash replied as he changed into his pajamas for the night.
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"Glancing behind her, she saw what looked like a black cloud that was fast gaining on them. So she invoked the sapphire--Rou iitsa ron selga vichii..." sang the brown haired boy with tanned skin on Ash's PokeNav screen, making a prop sapphire glow in response to his voice.
"Watching all the Brock stories you have one last time before you leave, champ?" Ash's father smiled as he arrived.
"Not all of them--I woke up early to finish packing, and decided to watch my current favorite while I waited for you guys to get up." Ash replied as he stopped the video and stashed the PokeNav in his bag, in between a few whistles and some camping gear.
"Just remember that Brock is also your first opponent on the road to the League--and he takes his battling as seriously as he does his performances." Ash's father cautioned as Ash quickly got dressed.
"My little boy...I never dreamed this day would come so quickly." Ash's mother smiled while choking back tears at the same time. "You've grown up so much..." she started as she readied a camera to take a picture.
"Wait!" Ash paused to grab a familiar red cap with a black L-like design on a white background from the hat stand and put it on. "Okay, take all the pictures you want, Mom!"
He patiently posed as the camera flashed, then made his way downstairs for a quick breakfast.
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After bidding his parents farewell one last time, Ash made his way to the familiar lab that made Pallet Town famous. He'd visited there many times, both on his own and with friends, and the windmill made it easy to spot among all the other buildings in town.
A few other trainers had arrived to receive their first Pokemon, but Ash winced when he saw a spiky brown haired boy waiting at the table filled with Poke Balls. Gary...do not stoop down to his level...do not stoop down to his level...
He noticed a particular Poke Ball that had star stickers on it, making it stand out from the many others that held either a Bulbasaur, a Charmander, or a Squirtle. I wonder what kind of Pokemon's in there? he wondered. A Legendary, maybe? Or a rare Pokemon from a different region?
"Gramps, I'm fed up with waiting!" the spiky haired boy whined, snapping Ash back to reality.
"Just be patient, Gary, you'll get a Pokemon too." the professor assured Gary as he continued passing out Poke Balls to the other trainers in line. Although a few wisps of brown peeked through Prof. Oak's dull gray hair, he still had an air of youthful wisdom and kindness as he handed out Poke Balls.
Before long, it was Ash's turn to approach the table--most of the other early risers had left, but most trainers would not arrive until later in the morning.
He looked over the hundreds of Poke Balls lying on the table, but he kept coming back to the Poke Ball with star stickers. Something special had to be in there, he thought. If its not a Bulbasaur, a Charmander, or a Squirtle, then what is it?
Prof. Oak noticed Ash studying the hundreds of Poke Balls. "If you're curious, Ash, that starry Poke Ball is one I saved especially for you...so go on and take it."
"Thanks!" Ash smiled, and reached out for the starry Poke Ball...
"What about me?" Gary's question startled him.
"I'll give you one later, okay?" Prof. Oak assured Gray before motioning to Ash.
But before Ash could take the starry Poke Ball, he gasped as Gary snatched it off the table. "Hey!"
"This Pokemon's mine now, Ash!" Gary smirked, tossing the Poke Ball from hand to hand.
Tears welled up in Ash's eyes--Prof. Oak had said the starry Poke Ball was his, and now Gary, his self proclaimed rival, had taken it?
"Don't think cryin's gonna make me give it back." Gary continued taunting Ash. "I have this Pokemon now--deal with it."
Ash growled at he tried to restrain himself from shouting a comeback at Gary. "No, Ash...he wants you to shout a witty comeback, and you'll just be arguing all day...do not stoop to his level." he reminded himself as he wiped away his tears of anger and composed himself.
"Ash...come over here, please." Prof. Oak snapped him back to reality.
Ash hurried over to the professor's desk as Prof. Oak unearthed another Poke Ball from a drawer. "Another secret Pokemon? What's in there?"
"This is a Pikachu I caught earlier this morning." Prof. Oak explained. "It seems to dislike being confined, so it may be happier just walking by your side."
With that, he heaved the Poke Ball skyward, making a small yellow mouse with a thunderbolt tail materialize on the desk. "Pikachu!" it smiled at Ash.
"Hello!" Ash replied. He reached out to pet the mouse, but it charged a warning spark. "Okay, okay, I won't pet you right now..."
Professor Oak offered Ash a small red device and a string of five Poke Balls. "Here you go...five empty Poke Balls, and the latest edition of my portable Pokemon encyclopedia--the Pokedex. This one is named Dexter."
Interested, Ash pointed Dexter at the yellow mouse before him:
"Pikachu, the mouse Pokemon. It has small electric sacs on both its cheeks. If threatened, it looses electric charges from the sacs."
"Let's see...what am I gonna name you, Pikachu...." Ash thought.
A memory of one of Brock's Low Galarian songs gave him an idea. "Tintri!"
"Pika!" The Pikachu smiled.
"An interesting choice--a short misspelling of the Low Galarian word for 'lightning', tintreach." Prof. Oak replied. "I hope you'll take care of him."
"I will, Professor!" Ash smiled before smiling at his new Pikachu. "Ready to go on an adventure, Tintri?"
[You bet! You seem like a nice human, too.] Tintri replied.
He was about to depart the lab with Tintri when he heard Gary say "What's the hurry, Ash? Let's check out our Pokemon! No sense in just waltzing out the door without seeing how powerful they are!"
"Is that a challenge?" Ash snapped back.
"Yeah...I challenge you!" Gary replied.
"If you two are going to battle, I'd prefer you did it somewhere away from the lab." Prof Oak interrupted. "I don't know what I would do if any of my research was lost due to a careless battle."
Gary just sighed. "Fine...battle on the town square in five minutes. Be there, or be square."
The remixed animeverse kicks off by going back to where it all began--OG Kanto.
Be warned--this is not quite the same anime you remember, and not quite the same games you remember!
Episode 1: A Yellow Morning Comes
A yellow morning comes, and it sparkles like the sun
I don't think that I, ever will, forget its simple beauty
All this light from the heavens raining down--
"Ash?"
"Yeah, Dad?" a black haired boy asked as he pressed PAUSE on the small blue CD player he had been listening to while half heartedly watching the battle between a Gengar and a Nidorino raging on the TV.
A black haired man made his way into the room and sat down on the bed by his son. "Is everything okay? Your mom's worried because usually you're in bed by now..."
"It's just...I can't sleep, Dad." Ash explained. "I'm so excited about leaving tomorrow on my own Pokemon journey, and maybe prove myself as the Pokemon Master."
"Well, every Pokemon Master--and Mistress, too--had to start somewhere." the man replied. "They didn't get to the top overnight--they practiced with their Pokemon, they met new friends, battled terrifying foes, overcame many challenges, and even made a few mistakes on the way. But through it all, they never gave up." The Nidorino ramming the Gengar on the TV punctuated his point. "No matter what happens on your journey, Ash, know that your mom and I will always be proud of you...you have the drive and the courage to go all the way to a Pokemon Master. But have you thought about what it really means to be a Pokemon Master?"
Ash froze as he pressed STOP on his CD player. "Well...they've met every Pokemon, including Legendaries?" he asked.
"Not quite--quantity of Pokemon does not necessarily a Pokemon Master make." Ash's father cautioned. "Some Masters only owned a few Pokemon, and they were revered as being some of the greatest trainers of their day."
"I know, we studied many of them in history class." Ash replied, sighing nostalgically about a memorable lecture.
"What sets apart a Pokemon Master from the rest is how they treat their Pokemon." Ash's father explained. "They understand Pokemon are living creatures at heart, and so treat them with dignity and respect, not as tools to batter opponents into submission."
"Tell that to Gary..." Ash muttered.
Ash's father just smiled. "That reminds me...even if you do cross paths with Gary on your journey, do not stoop to his level. a Pokemon Master treats everyone, even sworn enemies, with respect."
"I guess there's more to being a Pokemon Master than just winning the League medallion..." Ash mused.
"That's right--travel to other regions, enter their Leagues, and earn their medallions too." Ash's father grinned. "But remember that on your way to the top, you will likely lose a few times. While it does hurt to lose, remember that losses have lessons to be learned from them, even if you lost due to situations beyond your control."
The TV remote got his attention as Ash put away his CD player into his bag and gathered a few more supplies. "Although if you must watch TV this late, you could watch this." With that, he changed the channel, displaying Professor Oak on a plain somewhere talking about the native Pokemon of Kanto.
Ash turned to look back as his father turned to leave. "No matter what, I will make you and Mom proud!" he smiled back, a new confidence welling up in his heart. "I hereby declare to the Pokémon of the world...I will be the greatest Pokémon trainer...the greatest Pokémon master...of all time!"
Ash's father just chuckled at his son's triumphant pose. "At any rate, you'd best get to bed...you don't want to be late to get your first Pokemon, do you?"
"Course not!" Ash replied as he changed into his pajamas for the night.
---------
"Glancing behind her, she saw what looked like a black cloud that was fast gaining on them. So she invoked the sapphire--Rou iitsa ron selga vichii..." sang the brown haired boy with tanned skin on Ash's PokeNav screen, making a prop sapphire glow in response to his voice.
"Watching all the Brock stories you have one last time before you leave, champ?" Ash's father smiled as he arrived.
"Not all of them--I woke up early to finish packing, and decided to watch my current favorite while I waited for you guys to get up." Ash replied as he stopped the video and stashed the PokeNav in his bag, in between a few whistles and some camping gear.
"Just remember that Brock is also your first opponent on the road to the League--and he takes his battling as seriously as he does his performances." Ash's father cautioned as Ash quickly got dressed.
"My little boy...I never dreamed this day would come so quickly." Ash's mother smiled while choking back tears at the same time. "You've grown up so much..." she started as she readied a camera to take a picture.
"Wait!" Ash paused to grab a familiar red cap with a black L-like design on a white background from the hat stand and put it on. "Okay, take all the pictures you want, Mom!"
He patiently posed as the camera flashed, then made his way downstairs for a quick breakfast.
---------
After bidding his parents farewell one last time, Ash made his way to the familiar lab that made Pallet Town famous. He'd visited there many times, both on his own and with friends, and the windmill made it easy to spot among all the other buildings in town.
A few other trainers had arrived to receive their first Pokemon, but Ash winced when he saw a spiky brown haired boy waiting at the table filled with Poke Balls. Gary...do not stoop down to his level...do not stoop down to his level...
He noticed a particular Poke Ball that had star stickers on it, making it stand out from the many others that held either a Bulbasaur, a Charmander, or a Squirtle. I wonder what kind of Pokemon's in there? he wondered. A Legendary, maybe? Or a rare Pokemon from a different region?
"Gramps, I'm fed up with waiting!" the spiky haired boy whined, snapping Ash back to reality.
"Just be patient, Gary, you'll get a Pokemon too." the professor assured Gary as he continued passing out Poke Balls to the other trainers in line. Although a few wisps of brown peeked through Prof. Oak's dull gray hair, he still had an air of youthful wisdom and kindness as he handed out Poke Balls.
Before long, it was Ash's turn to approach the table--most of the other early risers had left, but most trainers would not arrive until later in the morning.
He looked over the hundreds of Poke Balls lying on the table, but he kept coming back to the Poke Ball with star stickers. Something special had to be in there, he thought. If its not a Bulbasaur, a Charmander, or a Squirtle, then what is it?
Prof. Oak noticed Ash studying the hundreds of Poke Balls. "If you're curious, Ash, that starry Poke Ball is one I saved especially for you...so go on and take it."
"Thanks!" Ash smiled, and reached out for the starry Poke Ball...
"What about me?" Gary's question startled him.
"I'll give you one later, okay?" Prof. Oak assured Gray before motioning to Ash.
But before Ash could take the starry Poke Ball, he gasped as Gary snatched it off the table. "Hey!"
"This Pokemon's mine now, Ash!" Gary smirked, tossing the Poke Ball from hand to hand.
Tears welled up in Ash's eyes--Prof. Oak had said the starry Poke Ball was his, and now Gary, his self proclaimed rival, had taken it?
"Don't think cryin's gonna make me give it back." Gary continued taunting Ash. "I have this Pokemon now--deal with it."
Ash growled at he tried to restrain himself from shouting a comeback at Gary. "No, Ash...he wants you to shout a witty comeback, and you'll just be arguing all day...do not stoop to his level." he reminded himself as he wiped away his tears of anger and composed himself.
"Ash...come over here, please." Prof. Oak snapped him back to reality.
Ash hurried over to the professor's desk as Prof. Oak unearthed another Poke Ball from a drawer. "Another secret Pokemon? What's in there?"
"This is a Pikachu I caught earlier this morning." Prof. Oak explained. "It seems to dislike being confined, so it may be happier just walking by your side."
With that, he heaved the Poke Ball skyward, making a small yellow mouse with a thunderbolt tail materialize on the desk. "Pikachu!" it smiled at Ash.
"Hello!" Ash replied. He reached out to pet the mouse, but it charged a warning spark. "Okay, okay, I won't pet you right now..."
Professor Oak offered Ash a small red device and a string of five Poke Balls. "Here you go...five empty Poke Balls, and the latest edition of my portable Pokemon encyclopedia--the Pokedex. This one is named Dexter."
Interested, Ash pointed Dexter at the yellow mouse before him:
"Pikachu, the mouse Pokemon. It has small electric sacs on both its cheeks. If threatened, it looses electric charges from the sacs."
"Let's see...what am I gonna name you, Pikachu...." Ash thought.
A memory of one of Brock's Low Galarian songs gave him an idea. "Tintri!"
"Pika!" The Pikachu smiled.
"An interesting choice--a short misspelling of the Low Galarian word for 'lightning', tintreach." Prof. Oak replied. "I hope you'll take care of him."
"I will, Professor!" Ash smiled before smiling at his new Pikachu. "Ready to go on an adventure, Tintri?"
[You bet! You seem like a nice human, too.] Tintri replied.
He was about to depart the lab with Tintri when he heard Gary say "What's the hurry, Ash? Let's check out our Pokemon! No sense in just waltzing out the door without seeing how powerful they are!"
"Is that a challenge?" Ash snapped back.
"Yeah...I challenge you!" Gary replied.
"If you two are going to battle, I'd prefer you did it somewhere away from the lab." Prof Oak interrupted. "I don't know what I would do if any of my research was lost due to a careless battle."
Gary just sighed. "Fine...battle on the town square in five minutes. Be there, or be square."