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Bulbasaur

My name is Gary Oak and I am ten years old.
I live in a world filled with many humans and creatures. 
I am the grandson of Professor Oak and today I am getting my first Pokemon.

I lightly whistle a tune while I walk quickly towards Pokemon Church. I look around at my surroundings in interest as I do, noting that today was clear and bright again. There wasn't a hint of trouble anywhere. I took it as a good sign for my future training.

Compared to other routes, this was a relief.

Yet, I could feel myself getting a little more on edge as the white building of Pokemon Church came into view. My footsteps were getting smaller and I couldn't ignore the twisting in my stomach as I got closer.

Are you sure you want to do this? Because there's no turning back.

I was only a few feet away from the entrance when I stopped in place. I hesitated a moment before nodding sharply to myself and reaching to open the door. As much as I hated the nerves of new routes, I knew I could do this. I only needed to remember how I got over it the first time. 

"H-Hey!"

I had just opened the door when I heard the shout, looking over to see a kid my age running towards me. I let the door close and folded my arms as he stopped next to the building, leaning over to catch his breath. I tilted my head in curiosity at the new face, wondering if this was the surprise in the route.

"Are you here to get a Pokemon too?" 

He asked after catching his breath, an excited smile on his face. As he waited for and answer, I took a moment to get over my inner shock at seeing vibrant red eyes on another human before sticking out a hand. 

"Gary Oak!"

A beat of silence passed between us before it clicked that I messed up. I was too focused on getting over his eye color that I completely ignored what he first said just to introduce myself. 

Smooth, Gary, smooth...

Dropping my hand, I brushed off my mistake and continued. I could always try again if we ever met on another route.

"I mean, yeah... I was just about to go in there. Name's Gary too."

I forced a smile as I watched the puzzled look on his face morph back into childish excitement. I took a chance to do a quick once over and noticed he was a pretty average kid, save for his eyes. Simple black hair under a red hat that was turned backwards. A bland outfit consisting of a black and red shirt, black gloves, blue pants, and white shoes. Nothing really standing out.

Just another face you'll probably never see again...

....

Might as well make this interesting.

Just as...Hatty started to open his mouth to speak again, I beat him to it and waved him off casually. I took a step to the left and flashed a grin at him.

"Well if you'll excuse me, Hatty... I actually gotta go! I can't waste any of my precious trainer time talking with a chump like you~"

I turned to the door and started to take my leave. Yet, before I could reach the door, a pale arm stopped me. I rose an eyebrow and felt very curious at his quick reaction. What would he do? 

"My name isn't Hatty."

I blinked once at his statement and glanced over to him. His strange red eyes were right on me and a small frown was placed upon his face. I guess he didn't like nicknames.

"Hm. Well, what's your name then?"

I was facing towards him again, a hand now on my hip and a fake smile on my face. Hatty looked a little shocked at my question and hesitated to respond. I took the chance to speak again.