Pokemon Regression

Chapter 4: Type Proficiency

A young girl with black hair sat on her bed, anxiously holding a Pikachu plushie to her chest. The girl had just recently made her first real friend, and she desperately wanted their friendship to last. She looked up at the notepad on her desk, wondering if she'd made the right decision.

She didn't want her friend to have anything to do with a monster like Red. 

Chee squeezed tighter at the plushie sitting in her lap. It had always made her feel safe and calm, it's cuteness let her forget about her troubles and fears, at least by a little. The sweet scent of lavender faintly drifted from the felt, which usually filled her with a sense of ease. 

But today her fears remained ever-present. Cyan had promised, but he was still very interested in Red. Deep down she knew she was the only one that could do anything about it, before that dullard Blue went and did something stupid. 

She was scared as she set down her plushie, and picked up her notepad, but she was equally determined.

Determined to make sure that Cyan would never meet Red.

...

Chee eventually had to leave-although not before making me promise not to look for Red an additional three times. It occurred to me afterwards that I hadn't gone looking for actual rumours about Red ever since I'd been sent back in time, and I began to do so.

The results were very surprising to me-Most of the townsfolk I asked had no idea who 'Red' was, and those that seemed to have heard of him all said he was known as a problem-child. 

I suppose I only met Red after the war, but I thought he'd always been a respectable leader. I guess even Red had his rebellious phase.

Although considering what I'm planning, I may not be any better.

It was now dinner-time, and my mother was humming to herself while pouring me a bowl of soup to eat. For the third time since I'd gotten Yeller, I asked the same question. "Mum, can I go play outside after dinner?"

"No dear, it's dangerous after dark!"

The sun hadn't even set yet, but that was hardly the point.

"I wanna train with Yeller!" I complained, but my mother simply shook her head gently.

"You already gave us quite the scare when you took so long getting Yeller... I don't want you leaving the house as soon as dinner is over, you hear me young man?" She berated me, handing me the warm bowl of soup.

"Yes mother..." I sheepishly replied, taking the bowl and beginning to eat my portion. 

After dinner I excused myself and went to my room. Then, I waited about an hour, and quietly went to check on what my mother was doing. I found her in a chair in the front room of the house, reading a book somewhere she could keep an eye on the door.

Perfect.

I skittered back up to my room and opened the window as quietly as I could manage. I gently slipped out onto the roof, and checked that I could remain stable on the slippery tiles. "Alright, c'mon Yeller." I murmured, sliding alongside the roof to the back of the house, where I could safely lower myself to stand on the fence of our property. From the fence I was able to gently drop to the ground, and sneakily scamper away unseen. My mother would have no idea I was even gone.

...

Yeller and I cautiously moved forward, eyes alert for any potentially dangerous Pokemon in the wild bushes. They were why we were here, after all.