There was once a boy named Harry, who was a pokemon trainer. But his goal was not to become the pokemon master, but to try to collect all pokemon from every region, witch means catching over 600 pokemon. But the strangest thing was, all prof. Birch gave him were 10 poke' balls, yet no pokemon. "You seem like an extraordinary person, Harry. I'm sure you'll find a way to do it." prof. Birch had said. "But I don't know how to catch pokemon, proffesor Birch. How am I going to be able to catch all of the pokemon if I don't know how to catch a pokemon? I know that you have to weaken it, but I need a pokemon to do that!" Harry said. He was starting to become angry with the prof. "Alright, I'll tell you this," Birch leaned in and whispered. "Sometimes, if a pokemon wants to help you along the way, you'll be able to catch it without having to weaken it. And besides, I gave you a Pokedex, so you'll know what type it is, and what moves it has. So don't worry."
And that's when he scooted him out and told him good luck on his journey. And that's how Harry's story began. While he was walking down the long, dirt path, he thought, So sometimes a pokemon may want to help you on your journey. I hope that happens to me! but then, a huge lot of wild pokemon jumped out of the trees and bushes, where nobody would have expected them to be hiding. Well, everyone except for starting trainers, like Harry. Harry tried to get his Pokedex out of his bag, but one of the wild pokemon, a brown, furry one, bit it and broke the strap of the bag an it fell off of his shoulder. "My bag!" he shouted, and all of the pokemon ran away, somehow scared, and left his bag there. Great, I'm on the very first path and I already lost my bag. Harry thought. But when he looked up, he saw one pokemon still sitting there. A medium-sized yellow pokemon that looked like a mouse. Harry looked in his bag and saw his Pokedex sitting in there. He took it out, and thankfully it still worked. He aimed it at the pokemon and it said, "Pikachu, the electric-mouse pokemon. It's possible moves are quick attack, thunderbolt, thundershock, and tackle."
"Hey, little guy, do you want to come with me on my journey?" Harry asked. Pikachu just looked at him, his head turned to the side. "Pika-pika," it said, and walked foward a little bit. "Do you want to come with me?" Harry asked again. Pikachu ran foward and jumped into his arms. "So I guess that's a yes?" he asked. Pikachu nodded.
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Pikachu and I: a Pokemon Fan-Fic
FanfictionThere was once a 12 year-old boy named Harry. Professor Birch seemed to think he was exceptoinal, so he gave him no Starter Pokemon, only Poke' Balls and a Pokedex. Along the way to the first town, he reached an area full of wild Pokemon, but only o...