Pokemon red, Blue, Green, Yellow...And Grey (A Pokemon Kanto based story)

Today Is...Chapter 2

Screams.

The sound of raised screams Archie's through the house that Friday night.

Most kids would be excited for The weekend, but not you. You lay in your small bed in your room. Clutching your furret plush close. Trying to find comfort in what you have close to you.

The parent's voices clashed like thunder and lightning, each word a strike you couldn't escape from.

Camp? CAMP?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? What makes you think we can afford that?!" Your father's voice boomed through the house.

"Oh grow up! It's for him! He needs to find friends, unlike you!" Your mother's voice rose to meet his, sharp and full of frustration. "I want our kid to grow up with people he can depend on!"

They always argued, especially about you. And tonight was just another night where sleep felt impossible. You lay in bed, clutching that soft Furret plush, wishing it could muffle the noise downstairs.

"Why don't you ever listen?" your mother shouted, her voice strained, desperate. "If you took that job in Unova, we'd be living comfortably! Your brother even has kids around Y/N's age. But NooooOOooo, you'd rather be stuck here! Why can't you think about your son for once?"

Your father's answer was colder than usual. "I'm not subjecting him to that! My brother's weird, you know that. The way he runs things over there... I'm not letting him treat our son like one of his freaks."

The argument dragged on, eventually fading into a dull roar, but it didn't matter. You were already curled up, trying not to think about it too much. What could you do anyway? You squeezed the Furret plush tighter, wishing it could give you some sort of comfort. Eventually, your mind just shut down, tired of trying to make sense of it all.

...

"OH SHIT! A RAT!"

You and green send your pokemons off to fight. Predicting it will end in a great climax from this great and amazing chance to fight this fucking rat.

Green makes her Bulbasaur attack with a simple vine whip. Ad Priori, you send Mankey to tackle.

Without even being aware of its situation, the rat gets hit with the classic double wombo combo, tag teamed by vines and punches through the terrain. Once known as the Route 1, tall grass is momentarily used as a fight club pit for pokemons to battle into.

The wild Rattata lay defeated, retreating into the tall grass as quickly as it had appeared. Bob Sauce and Mankey stood victorious, breathing a little heavier but proud of their effort. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride too, though the victory felt hollow somehow. The battle had been easy—too easy, really. But it was still something.

"Nice work, Bob Sauce!" Green called out, bending down to ruffle her Bulbasaur's leafy head. Bob Sauce responded with an enthusiastic "Bulba!" and nudged her hand in appreciation.

You smiled down at Mankey, who was still bouncing on its feet, full of energy despite the fight. "Good job, Mankey," you said, reaching out to pat its scruffy fur. It looked up at you, giving a small grin.

-Mankey!

The excitement of the battle was already fading, though, and that familiar sense of isolation crept back in. For a moment, it was just you, Green, and your Pokémon, but now, as the dust settled, it felt like the world was quieting down again. Too quiet.

"Hey," Green said, standing up, "why don't we split up for a bit? I wanna see what kind of Pokémon you can catch. We can meet up in Viridian City later."