- [+] Quick author's note
- Hey, guys. It's been quite some time since I did anything close to an update for a serious run. Since then, I have decided to reboot my saga. For those of you who have stuck around with me through my semi-awful runs of the past, this means that the plots of some previous runs will be changed, I'll be re-doing the gameplay, and I'll be messing with the overarching plot some to make a better, less cliché, more enjoyable to read Nuzlocke. So, enjoy the reboot!
- [+] Rules
1. If a Pokémon faints, it's dead forever. Period.
2. Only catch the first thing in each area, with a few exception clauses:
a. Dupes clause: If the Pokémon is something I've already registered and caught, I may skip it
b. Shiny clause: if I'm lucky enough to find a shiny (Leif T.T) I may catch and use it.
c. Gift clause: Gifts are fair game, but I may only use one gift per area. No Celadon Eevee AND Game Corner prize.
3. Nickname everything so they'll love me.
4. POVERTY: No spending Poké. Period.
- [+] Prologue: Let me tell you my story
I'm Justin Waljan, a trainer just like you. If you're listening to this, it's not too late. There's still time to fix things. I know what's going on may seem scary... It seems like there's no hope left, right?
But I'm here to tell you, there's still hope. If you're still listening, there's still hope. I need all of you to look inside yourself and realize that something needs to change.
Maybe you're skeptical. I was too, when I found out what was going on.
And that's why you need to hear my story.
If you hear my story, your eyes will open. If you hear my story, you will learn about the true history of the Deities' War.
Because everything you know right now? It's a lie.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. To tell you the truth about everything, I need to start from the very beginning.
As I said before, my name is Justin Waljan.
Listen up, because I'm about to tell you a story that you'll wish you knew from the very beginning.
If I'd known what was going to happen, none of the awful things that have befallen us would have happened. But sadly, nobody can predict the future.
All we can do is create our own future, and learn from the mistakes of the past.
So let's begin.
My story starts on a cool morning in Pallet Town, my childhood hometown where I grew up. I was just trying to get some food to take care of my mom.
You see, my mom? She wasn't quite right in the head. She'd never been, since that car accident that tore us apart. The car accident that stole my father and my kid sister from us.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Mom? I've got good news and bad news." I said as I came through the door. My mom looked towards me, and tears filled her eyes. I braced myself.
"Oh, Jason! Jason, you've come back to me! They said you'd never return, but you came back!" Mom said. As I said, she had... some issues. I would have tried to get her help, but there was no one earning us money.
"...Mom, no." I had to say. "It's not Dad, it's me. Justin. Your son."
"Come closer, Jason." Mom said, seeming to not hear what I'd just said. "Hold me the way you used to hold me!"
I pointedly ignored that. "Mom, good news and bad news. I managed to swipe another one of Mr. Pickenbury's chicken pot pies, so we're set for another couple of nights. But I think he saw me this time. I'm probably going to have to find another source of food, or we're going to have to consider other options."
"Jason, don't leave me! I won't forgive you if you leave me again!" Mom was bawling now. I took a deep breath, hoping she'd calm down once she got some food in her stomach.
"Chill, mom. I'm not going anywhere." I said, cutting a slice of pie and putting it on a plate. "But we're going to have to do something. For starters, I'm going to need to get you help. Then maybe you can go back to work, and--"
"I can't... I can't..." This was getting worse, if you couldn't figure that out. That's when the phone rang.
Man, who knew one phone call could change your life?
I pulled the receiver out of the ancient telephone we had and picked it up. "Hey, can you make this quick?"
"Young man, I've had it up to here with you! I'm not making anything quick, for your information." Oh no.
"Who is this?" I asked grimly, even though I already knew.
"Don't play games with me, boy!" the mortgage lender said. "You know very well who I am, and considering how much Arceus-forsaken money you owe, you'd not be remiss to be treating me with a little more respect!"
"My mom has mental problems, and I live in a small town! How am I going to pay back the mortgage if I can't work, and my mom can't work, and we don't have any money? We're struggling to eat, for Mew's sake!" I shouted into the receiver.
My heart was sinking. I had taken out that mortgage when I believed that Mom could get better if I got her a therapist. I sent her to some therapy sessions, but she'd never gotten any better and now we were deep in debt.
"It's not my job to solve your little problems, boy. Become one of those newfangled Pocket Monster tamers for all I care. But I want that money you owe!" he shouted. I could hear that he was spitting into the phone, and I resisted the urge to gag.
"Sir, listen. I'll do my best--"
"Your best hasn't been good enough! If you don't have the required Poké in a week or two, you can kiss that house of yours goodbye!" he shouted.
"But, sir, wait--" He hung up. I tossed the receiver to the ground, where it hung limply from a cord. "Well, crap."
Then I remembered what the mortgage lender had told me. And an idea started to form in my idiotic teenage mind. "Mom, I'm just going to head over to the Oaks' for a minute. I need to ask Daisy something."
Mom sniffled. "Right."
"Oh, for Arceus's sake... I'm just going to be a few minutes. You can take care of yourself, right?" I didn't wait for a response.
"Daisy, can I talk to you for a minute?" Daisy was the older sister of a... well, you could say "friend" of mine. She was really sympathetic after the tragedy, always making sure we were okay. She's the only person in the Oak family I can say that about.
"Yeah, sure, Justin. Sit down." I obliged, pulling out a chair.
"Now what's up?" She asked.
"Well... I need your help. Could you take care of my mom for a few days?" I asked hesitantly. This was a pretty big favor, and I wasn't sure even Daisy would be up to the challenge.
"Sure. What's the occasion?" I let out a sigh of relief. If I was going to get through this, I needed all the help I could get.
"Oh, that reminds me. Could you get me an appointment with your grandpa?" And that's when I made my first mistake.
The mistake that changed everything.
"I want to become a Pokémon Trainer."