I Promise This Isn't A Cult

Gotta Catch Em' All.

Rocky woke up to his mother opening his curtains wide open, the morning sun blinding him without remorse.

"It's time to get out of bed! You don't want to keep Professor Maple waiting now do you?" His mother chided with her hands on her hips. Rocky had turned 14 a few days ago, he was now at the age where he could start his very own journey and travel far and wide to catch his own pokemon to befriend and train. Rocky quickly changed his clothes and packed his backpack full of all the necessities he would ever need, for a normal sized backpack it could hold many things, even a bike... Bags in the pokemon universe are basically portals to an infinite dimension if you really think about... How else could someone fit 999 of every possible item in there. Dimensional backpacks aside, Rocky ran out the front door and headed to the town's pokemon center. Since he didn't live in the same town as Professor Maple he had to get his starter pokemon via magic pc teleportation because that's also a thing in the pokemon universe apparently... (The more I think about how things work in the games the more questions arise.)The young boy slides past the automotive glass doors and almost crashes into another person but he dodges the person just in time.

"Sorry!" Rocky yells, he doesn't wait for a reply, instead he goes straight to the pc. Boothing the machine up, he enters Professor Maple's number and her face appears on the screen after the 3rd ring.

"Ah, Hello... Uhhh, Rocky, correct?" The pokemon expert smiled nervously, this was her 5th appointment today so excuse her if she doesn't remember every single person she had to give a pokemon to

"Yup that's me!" Rocky smiled.

"So your choices are," Professor Maple pulled up a screen with the three options people get. "Charmander, Swinub, and Grimer..." Everyone got a different three pokemon to choose from depending on the day and time, the pokemon themselves came from other trainers donating them to a professor because they didn't want said pokemon. At least there wasn't a Rattata or Magikarp, Rocky thought to himself.

"I'll take the charmander!" Rocky chirped, bouncing on his heels.

"Okay, I'll send it over." Professor Maple placed the pokeball on the tray under the screen and a beam of light transferred the pokeball over to the other pc. "Good luck on your journey and have fun, goodbye." The screen shut off and Rocky went to grab the pokeball out of the pc but there was something sitting a long side it. Did she send me something else as well? Rocky thought as he pulled both items out. One was the pokeball and the other was... a pokedex? It looked a little weird.

"Why would she send this?" Rocky mumbled to himself. Pokedexs were only given to a few select trainers, usually people who lived in the same town as the professor. "Oh well, it's mine now." Rocky shrugged and pocketed the device, he ran out of the pokecenter and to the open grassy field.

"Come on out." Rocky said as he released the pokemon inside. "Whoa, you're a weird looking charmander." It looked more like a dinosaur than a salamander... Wait, animals aren't a thing here...

"Yeah well, you don't look too good yourself..." The charmander said crossing its arms.

"Holy shit! You talk!" Rocky gasped. "What the fuuuuck."

"Of course I talk!" The golden yellow dino yelled.

"But pokemon don't talk, they just say their name!" The Pokey gods have lied to him.

"Well, I don't. You got a problem with that?"

"N-no, it's great that you talk!"

"Really?" The pokemon asked.

"Yeah!" Rocky said happily. "Do you also have a name?" Rocky asked, assuming a talking charmander would have a name.

"I'm Agumon."