Chapter 2

Soon, Bob trudged along the road, trees on both sides, it was almost calming.

But, he stopped.

In front of him, was a large patch of grass. The rest of the road continued on a few feet ahead of Bob.

'I won't be surprised,' Bob thought, pushing through the knee-deep grass.

He would've made it, if not for the cry of a pokémon.

The Rattata was pretty pissed off that its sleep was disturbed, but it could be argued that he wanted to cause trouble as Bob was nowhere near it.

"Oh crap," Bob spoke, watching the Rattata face him and readying itself for an attack, "oh yeah, I have a pokémon,"

He slipped his hand into his shorts pocket and took out a pokéball.

For some reason, Bob began to feel nervous yet excited at the same time, but that did not stop him from throwing the ball.

Midair, it cracked open, the white fuzz escaping, and a war cry from an excited Cyndaquil as he faced his opponent.

'Woah, I'm in a pokémon battle,' Bob thought, 'this makes me wonder how this will work,'

However, this caused Rattata to dash forward.

Bob was not able to react, and the normal type slashed in front of it.

Cyndaquil groaned as Rattata fell back.

Then Bob was able to speak.

"Cyndaquil, use Tackle!" he ordered.

Cyndaquil leapt forward, but Bob was thinking.

'Why did I shout it like that? That was dumb,' he was cringing as Cyndaquil smashed into Rattata, throwing the normal type back.

The Rattata stood back up, but its front legs were shaking and bruises were seen.

Bob looked down, and he could tell that Cyndaquil was ticked off.

With how he was growling and the fire on his back cackling, perhaps Bob found out how his starter had anger issues.

So, he decided to finish it.

"Use Tackle," Bob spoke less awkwardly, and Cyndaquil obliged.

The fire type growled at the Rattata, who was now a whimpering mess.

Sadly, Rattata was not prepared for the attack, as it was thrown away, and blacked out before hitting the ground.

There was nothing else but content that Bob felt as he admired his first battle. Cyndaquil was rejoicing as well.

'That was a lot more entertaining than any of the games that I've played,' He thought, returning Cyndaquil to its pokéball, 'Jeez, that was cool,'

Then, Cyndaquil entered his head.

'He may have been a little angry,' He thought, walking along, 'but I could tell he had that fire in him, excusing his typing,'

And this fire was something that he felt whenever he wanted to exercise, or even try out for sports, despite how badly he played.

'I kinda miss the sports from earth,' Bob thought, 'even if I was bad at them, the strategies and the motivated players really made it enjoyable,'

He soon came to a realisation.

'I can train pokémon,' He began to feel a burning sensation, 'holy hell, this is better than I imagined,'

Though, he did need to focus on the task given to him beforehand.

It did not take him long to reach Cherrygrove City.

He was taken aback once again by how huge the place was, with houses in rows with many other buildings filling up the blanks.

It was not even noon, so Bob went on his quest to the pokémart.

'I wonder how many moves a pokémon can have in this world,' He thought, 'it will be interesting if it was not limited to four,'

After some wondering, a blue-roofed building with the name 'Pokémart' slapped on the front caught his attention.

Taking in its features, he walked inside.

It was like being in a shop, with rows of isles stacked with food, equipment and other things for pokémon.

'Just like home,' He thought, seeing the counter and a man standing there.

There was his next step in completing the task.

"Excuse me," He spoke, freezing a bit, forgetting that he was a kid.

"How can I help you?" The man spoke, rather brightly.

"I came here for a package for Professor Elm from New Bark Town," He said, adjusting his cap.

"Of course, the professor did say he would send someone over," The guy said, "I'll be right back,"

While Bob decided if he should go to the pokémon centre, the man returned with a normal-sized box.

"This is it," He said placing his hands on the counter.

"Thanks," Bob said, picking up the box.

"You're a great help to professor Elm," The guy said, but Bob did not hear the rest as he was already out of the store.

The box, no matter how big it looked, was not heavy. Bob was surprised at this.

Luckily, the walk back was not interrupted by an ambush, so Bob just kept on walking.

'What's in this box?' He thought, reaching the lab, 'let's hope this errand leads to something great,'

Getting past the front door, Bob walked back to Professor Elm.

"Right on time, I appreciate it," He said, taking the box from Bob, "this is important to my work,"

Bob watched as professor Elm nearly tripped and dropped the box but was able to save it. He then placed it on one of the tables.

"Brilliant," He said, opening the box, and taking out something from the box, "Professor Oak's finest work,"

Elm faced back to Bob, and in his hand, Bob could see a Pokédex.

"You know, I have another task for you," Professor Elm stated, handing the device out to Bob, "I've seen how well you bonded with Cyndaquil, and I know how you want to become a trainer, so I was wondering if you could fill the Pokédex up with information of pokémon from this region for me while you are out,"

'That was unexpected,' Bob thought, 'but its something I'll accept,'

So he nodded and took the Pokédex.

"Your work will benefit what we know about pokémon," Elm said, "so don't forget that while you are challenging the gyms,"

Bob knew that he won't forget it, as he would probably try to capture every pokémon.

Professor Elm scratched in the box again.

"Don't forget these," He gave Bob five pokéballs, "and I wish you well on your journey,"

Bob nodded and walked away again.

Before he could start, he had to go back to his house.

Walking in through the door, he saw his mother was cleaning a few plates.

"How was it?" She asked, not looking up.

"I got a pokémon," Bob answered, taking out a pokéball and releasing Cyndaquil.

His mother then put down the plate upon looking up and seeing his pokémon.

"How lovely," She said, kneeling down and patting Cyndaquil's head, "it's a cute one at that,"

Of course, Cyndaquil squealed in delight while Bob was itching to get out of there.

"I've decided that I want to become a pokémon trainer," Is what he decided to say, which yielded an eyebrow raise from his mother, "I'm gonna pack up,"

"Let me help you,"

After a long search of things that were packed into Bob's bag, he found himself at the front door.

"I won't hold you with my worries," his mother said, "I will tell you that I am proud of you,"

Bob nodded.

"Be safe, and have fun," She said, as he waved to her before walking out the door.

'Now that's done,' Bob thought, 'I should capture a wild pokémon,'

As he walked out of town again, he looked around.

'I don't have a specific mon in mind,' Bob thought, 'but I need something to start with,'

Then, he thought of a brilliant idea.

Soon, he found himself off the pathway, and in the grass.

This idea came into fruition, as he heard a cry.

It was behind him, so he turned.

He grinned at his potentially second pokémon.