Norman Normal: The Average Trainer Part 1

Hello!

 

Welcome to the world of Pokémon!

 

My name is Cheerilee! People call me the Pokémon Professor!

 

This is what we call a “Pokemon”

 

This world is widely inhabited by these creatures.

 

We humans live alongside Pokémon, at times as friendly playmates, and at times as cooperative workmates!

 

Sometimes, we even band together and battle others like us.

 

But despite our closeness, we don’t know everything about Pokémon. In fact, there are many, many secrets surrounding Pokémon.

 

To understand more about Pokémon, I’ve decided to undertake research, as well as share my findings with the classes I teach!

 

Oh! I almost forgot! Sorry, I’m a bit new at this.

 

What is your name?

 

>Enter Name: Norman

 

That’s… a perfectly average name for a boy like yourself!

 

Now… this troublemaker here… He’s your friend, right?

 

What might his name be?

 

>Brad

 

Brad, is it? That’s your friend’s name?

 

All right, Norman, the time has come.

 

Your very own tale of wonder and excitement is about to unfold.

 

On your journey, you will make many wonderful memories.

 

I’m sure that along the way you will come to learn many things as you experience trials and hardships.

 

Now, come on, it’s your time to shine! Leap into the world of Pokémon!

 

…………..

 

>Day “Dreams Don’t Last Forever” in the world of Pokémon

>Be Norman Normal

>Man, what you would give for something new

>It’s been 17 years and you STILL don’t have a Pokémon to your name

>You’ve tried to get one, really you have

>But they all end with you getting mauled in some way shape or form

>It really doesn’t help that all of the other kids left on their journeys four years ago

>You didn’t really enjoy their company, most of them were jerks

>But it was better company than nothing

>”Nothing” is going to be replaced by “Something” today, you could feel it

>Donning your attire of choice, you make your way downstairs for breakfast

>If there is one good thing about being stuck in this house, it’s your mother’s amazing cooking

>Your pace quickened as the smell of pancakes wafted through the air

>”Norman! Your breakfast is ready!”

>Perfect timing, you just made it down the stairs

>”You seem excited” she notes, turning back to the stove when you grab the plate

Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?

>You set the plate down before hoping onto the couch

Today’s the day, you know.

>”Oh do I? Last I recall, “The day” was last week as well”

Psh, shut up. It’s today, I just know it!

>”Tell me that when you catch a Pokémon, dear.” She quips

>You give a lighthearted chuckle in return, directing your attention to the food laid out in front of you

>It was “the day” every single time you raised enough money to buy a decent number of Pokéballs

>One can imagine how many times “the day” has ended in failure, with you being 17 and all.

>It’s amazing how you’ve managed to not lose hope throughout the years

>With silverware raised and a gluttonous look on your face, you prepare to gouge the soft, fluffy exterior of the pancakes with a mighty fork

>Then the doorbell rang

 

>”Norman! Be a dear and get that for me, would you?”

>With a groan of dissatisfaction, you begrudgingly cease your murderous intents and follow your mother’s will

>Their time would come

>As you walked farther from the current object of your desires, you mind couldn’t help but wander

>Your mother has had friends come to the house before, but never this early

>With a click from the lock and a swing of the door, the guest is revealed to be…

>Nope

>Out of gut instinct, you slam the door in their face

>Which have worked, had they not predicted it ahead of time and jammed their foot in the door

>”Still as rude as you were when I left. What a shame, I thought you would have gotten some manner by now “Never”.”

My name is “Norman”, Sunset.

>”Like I care.”

>With no regard for your well-being or the door’s, she barges her way inside

>The heck that girl think she’s doing here?

>Your mother comes rushing by, and upon seeing Sunset, gave a warm smile

>”Sunset Shimmer, it’s been so long!” She started, giving her a hug as she got close

>To your mother, Sunset is the daughter she never had

>To you, she is everything wrong with the world

>Returning the hug, Sunset came off as pleasant as she could be.

>”I know! It’s been such a long time Ms. Normal.”

>The added cuddle was not necessary, Sunset

>They parted, walking into the living room and beginning to catch up

>You didn’t follow, opting to head to the stairs that lead to your room instead

>That is, until you caught the tiniest snippit of their conversation

>”Thanks… letting me stay… couple of months…”

>No

>No, you weren’t going to put up with that

>Your feet have never moved faster than they had in that moment when you ran out the door

>It was official, there was no other choice left for you

>If today wasn’t “the day”, you would make it be

>You had to, or else suffer the equivalent to eternal damnation

 

>Route 1

>In the past, you had always come here with a smile on your face

>One that was filled with hope, determination

>Now... now you didn't.

>You still wore the same clothing you did back then

>A clenched hand holding a Pokéball at your side, just like before

>Yet even so, the situation had changed

>It was either catch it now, or face the consequences

>Even with this fact in mind, your legs shook with anticipation, but made no effort to move

>To be frank, you were nervous, and rightfully so

>Your thoughts lingered on the fact that you may not follow your dreams today

>The fact that you will suffer through ten kinds of hell should you fail.

>You intake a large gulp of air

>it was now, or never

>You take one step forward

>And another step

>Soon enough, you are walking, even if it felt as if there were anchors weighing down each and every movement you made

>Your journey is halted before you even reach the tall grass

>”WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIT” called a loud, and desperate voice from the east

>You stop, turning your body in surprise from the outburst

>Only to be knocked right off your feet

>You hit the dirt, feeling your assailant struggle to get up

>Dust had risen in the air on impact, obscuring your vision just enough to conceal their identity

>They jump, continuing to make their escape as footsteps are heard approaching from the distance

>It took a second to process, but as soon as you did you gave a groan

>Today just had to be this bad, didn't it?

>You begin to sit up, rubbing your head as you try to adjust

>...Where did your Pokéball go?

>A weary curse came from some nearby bushes, distracting you from your thoughts

>"Damn... it..."

>A boy, seeming to be around your age with ocean blue hair, fell flat on his face upon arriving

>His clothes were ragged, his body lightly battered and bruised...

>And for some reason, slightly burnt as well

>Before you could even get up, whether to help him or ask questions, one, final thing occurred

>A ding

>You turn your head to look back, eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at what you saw

>The multicolored sphere that you once held now had a fading red glow on its button

>Then, you realized it

>You were saved

 

>At first, you were in an unbreakable state of disbelief

>There was no way that it could've been that easy

>None

>You even hesitated to pick it up, feeling as if the monster inside would break out at any second

>But as soon as your hand made contact with the smooth, outer shell of the red and white cage

>As soon as you held it to eye level, coming to terms with reality

Dude...

>You broke into a rather large, unnerving grin

It really happened!

>Throwing your hands in the air and holding the sphere aloft, you became a madman

I FINALLY DID IT, AFTER SEVENTEEN YEARS I FINALLY DID IT!

>You held back down, your spirit seeming to burn with the intensity of multiple passions

>It was time

>You took a step back, preparing to launch the sphere forward to call out your new companion

Go! Pokéba-

>A tan hand grabs your wrist, and another grabs your waist

>You can feel every breath going down your neck

>...Suddenly, you don't feel as confident as before

>"Is that... what I think it is?"

Um... What do you think it is?

>"You should know." he drawls, seemingly seductive with his intents

>His loose arm snakes its way across your waist

>"Aren't you the one who caught it," he whispers in your ear, "Beautiful?"

>NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

>SUNSET IS BETTER THAN THIS

>RUN EVACUATION.AVI

>ABORT MISSION

 

NO

>You rip yourself from his grasp, an easier task than you thought

>His expression of molestation slowly morphed into one of stark shock, followed by realization

>"Oh." he said, prepared to run as you reared your arm back

FUCK OFF

>He wanted your balls, you gave him only one

>The orb you threw ricocheted off his head, flying off into the distance

>As he recoiled in pain, your only thought is to make like a banana [spoiler]and leave[/spoiler]

>So that is exactly what you did, you got out of there

>Or at least, you would have

>After only taking a few steps, you remembered the entire reason you came here

>Looking back, you see it, sitting only a few feet away from the almost recovered blue-haired stranger

>Seventeen years

>You're not going to leave it behind

>Feet ran desperately across the ground for the third time that day

>"Wait, stop-"

>You don't hear him, bending down to grab the ball as you ran by, you shout the phrase you've only dreamed of saying before

GO! I CHOOSE YOU!

>And then it flew

>High up into the air it went, stopping for a brief moment to open up

>A red beam is released, and soon your monster is out on the field

>It is an Eevee

>Its coat is mattered, its breath, heavy

>You knew it must have been from its earlier chase, and part of you felt bad for sending it out

>The other part only desired sweet, sweet revenge

>"Listen to me," the boy states backing up a bit as he continuously fumbled to grab a ball from his belt, "It was an honest mistake, I swear-"

TACKLE!

>The Eevee's movements start out slow, beginning to build up its pace every second

>"Oh no," He says, when finally his hand manages to grab what he wants

>"Dickachu, intercept it!" he says, tossing it into the air

>Another beam of light, a yellow mouse leaps from its cage

>And lands on top of your fox, static coming out of its cheeks

>The Eevee falls from the newly gained weight, not able to support it

>You look up, mouthing the word "No" as you witness the outcome

>"Thundershock!" He says, ferocity in his voice

>And so it does

>You fall your knees, watching as your first Pokémon is electrocuted before you

>The adrenaline rush you felt from the entire experience, gone within an instant

>Now... now you just feel exhausted

>You close yours eyes and fall forward

>Trainer Norman has whited out