Joyful - A Pokemon Fan Fiction

Prologue (how this whole mess started)

 A Pokemon trainer. Six year-old Angel Joy heard about it in school and fell in love with the idea. She loved Pokemon, she spent everyday with them at her mother's clinic, and finding out that when she was old enough she would be able to travel around the world collecting and playing with Pokemon .... It was a dream come true.

Angel, excited as she could be to make the make the announcement, dashed from her school bus to her mother's Pokemon Center.

"Mama! Mama!" Angel cried, running through the doors. "I'm gonna be a Pokemon trainer when I get older!"

"W-what?" Nurse Joy said, looking up from a tray of pokeballs she had received from their latest patient.

"I'm gonna be a Pokemon trainer when I turn ten!" Angel repeated.

"Is she yours?" the young man/patient asked.

Nurse Joy nodded. "Um, sweetie, can you go back to the house? We'll talk about this later."

"Okay!" Angel smiled and made her way outside of the center to the back of the building where the Joys' house stood. She went to the back and opened the sliding glass doors to the kitchen.

"Rockruff! Rock! Rockruff!" the family's Pokemon barked once the girl arrived.

"Hi Rockruff!" Angel exclaimed, ruffling the Pokemon's ears, minding the rocks on his neck. "Guess what? I'm gonna be a Pokemon trainer when I'm bigger!"

"What?" Mr. Joy gasped, looking up from his laptop. His partner, Dedene, nearly fell off his shoulder.

Mr. Joy was a writer for a Pokemon magazine. He got to stay at home for his work, most of the time, and his over-powered antenna Pokemon charged his laptop for him, along with keeping him company while his family was away performing their daily duties. It didn't take long for him to get so engaged and be so distracted by his work, and it took a real shock to get him out of it so quickly.

"I'm gonna be a Pokemon trainer!" Angel exclaimed with twice as much gusto as she had given her mother, due to the amount of time she had to think it over.

"O-oh," Mr. Joy said, pushing his laptop to the side. "I thought you wanted to be a nurse like your mother?"

"Did I?" Angel wondered. She had, in fact, said such a statement when she was four years old, but she had forgotten that statement and didn't care to remember it. "Well, not anymore! I'm gonna travel around the world and collect lots and lots of Pokemon!" Angel suddenly gasped at realisation. "Is that why Cavis left?!" Cavis was Angel's older brother. He had left to go on his own journey just a month and a half earlier.

"It is sweetie, but ..." Mr. Joy didn't know how to continue. "But don't you love making trainers happy by healing their Pokemon?"

"No. I want to be a trainer! Be! BE!" Angel didn't leave any more room for discussion. She made a dash over to the living room where a shelf full of books was. Angel took a book that was all about Pokemon. She needed to study up immediately since she was going to become a Pokemon trainer.

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"Thank you so much Alice!" Nurse Lydia Joy said to her sister as she took over the Pokemon Center.

"Have a good night, Lydia," Nurse Alice Joy called back as Nurse Joy left the center and made her way home. Now she could start thinking about other things, like how to talk to Angel about becoming a trainer.

Angel was a Joy, and like all Joys she was going to become a Nurse Joy. How could she think otherwise? Who put such ideas into her head? Maybe this was what happened when you had a boy first. She loved Cavis, and was very happy for him. Last she heard, he had gotten his first badge and was traveling with a boy named James and a girl named Emma. Yes, Nurse Joy was happy for her son, especially since she had a daughter that could still continue the Joy line of legends. But now Angel wanted to be a Pokemon trainer ... oh, how was she going to tell her?