An Emerald Nuzlocke - Meta Pocket Solid - Prologue

The darkness inside the truck shrouds the entire interior of the vechile, with the only source of light coming from a small slit, from the bottom of the shutter door of the truck. Sounds of rumbling from of moving truck, the bumping and tossing of cardboard boxes and the like, and the clanking and scratching noises of cold steel, echos around the vehicle. That, and the faint breathing of a young man, sitting at the back, with a hoodie on, with the rest of the items inside.

All of this is making the young man feel alone and confined, but he's thinking that, hopefully, all of that will change. With a new place, a new atmosphere, and most of all, a new beginning, maybe things will change, but he waits until then.

Shortly after, he notice that the truck is slowing coming to a halt. Certain that he has reach his destination, he picks up his backpack, as well as himself off from the hard, metalic floor of the now stationary truck, and starts walking towards the only exit he knows of, the shutter door.

That is, until he accidentally bumps into something while he was trying to get to the exit. He didn't know what he bumped into, so he starts poking around the object to know what it is. He feels one part of the object is like a sleak, smooth steel-plated exterior, while the other part being, what he seemingly thought feels like a hard rubber bar, of what seem like a handle, something like a... motercycle.

As his own childish curiosity gets the better of him, he starts checking where the saddle and handlebars are, gets on moterbike right after he has found where everything is, and then begins to play with the throttle.

He then proceeds to say, "LET'S REV IT UH-"

That is, until he is interuppted by the sound of the engine, literally revving up. Realizing this, he now regets what he is doing, as he begins to move on the motercycle in a ludicrous speed.

Luckily, the door shutter opens, just in time for him to fly out of the truck like a missile, screaming, "-AAHHHHHHH ARCEUS!!!!!!!!"

He then quickly bails out of the screaming metal deathtrap, landing on the ground, relativily unscathed, aside from the dust, and mental scarring he sadly has giving himself. Right after landing, the motercycle crashes, causing an explosion that leaves only its remains scattered about as well as charred patch of the ground.

The young man brushes off  dust off of his gray hoodie. His hoodie has a zipper that cuts straight down the middle of the hoodie, with a white line traveling along with it. A black line goes down the side of the sleeves, from the shoulders to the cuffs.

Still recovering from the shock of an experience that he didn't expect to happen, he tries to shake it off by streching his arms in the air and taking in a deep breath of relief. After he did his little strech, the young man looks up at the clear blue sky above him, with both hands behind his head.

"So, this is Littleroot Town, huh? Well then, I guess its time begin...", he whispers to himself, with a solemn, stern expression in his eyes, still staring into the azure.
A mere second later, the young man hears a cry for help from outside of Littleroot.
"...starting now", he says, heading to the direction where the cry has originated from, with little to no time to waste.

Where the scream of pain and anguish came from is inside the boundaries of Route 101, and within those boundaries, is a brown satchel, follow by a man in a white lab coat, who was yelling and flailing his arms about like a rabid Vigoroth, with a Zigzagoon, gnawing down on scientist's right arm, with no signs of letting go.

The young man, passing by the bag, tries to help the troubled man out, but he stops, right after the man being mauled shouts out,

"DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!!!!"

"You dumbass, I'm trying to help you!!!" the young man angrily yells back.

"Quick!! G-g-get one the Pokéballs in my bag behind you!!!" the man orders, clearly not listening to the young man, given the fact that his arm is being used as a chew toy.

The young man, letting out a big sigh, and turns away from the sad sight that he sees before him to get one of Pokéballs. In his surprise however, he spots the satchel, now with paper documents and pens shattered across the ground, and with it, two Pokéballs. One of them, however, was already opened.

Bending down to pick up the empty Pokéball, the young man questions,

"Wait, if this is open, then where's the -" the young man, before he could finish questioning, it was answered by a stoic voice in front of him.

"-He's right here"

When the young man looks up to see who it was, he sees before his eyes, is a bipedel green gecko. It is a Treecko, holding a stick in a reverse grip in his left hand, with the other, blocking his left eye with his right hand. The light looming over the Treecko, casting his shadowy silohouette in front of him, with his right eye illuminating his fiery crimson pupil, while it is being engulfed by the glowing lustrous, golden hue that's surrounding it.

With a crotching pose pointing towards the young man, the ominous Treecko begins to speak.

"As the poetic hero of love and justice,

By which I say my sword hand twitches,

As I hunt for greed and wrath,

Of those who have fallen into the grim shadows below,

I will aid those cry for help,

Crawling towards the shower of light above,

As the sunlight rains upon us,

That sun will set to end this day,

So it can rise again,

To begin anew cycle of morning and night,

From which it will repeat this cycle,

Again and again,

Like the restart of a new life,

By which one word defines this nature,

My nature,

The word,

My name,

Known as-"

"OH ARCEUS!!!! LET GO ALREADY!!!!!!!"

Right before the Treecko was about to finish his epic monologue, he is interrupted by the man, with the Zigzagoon STILL chomping down on his arm, who aformentioned, that he needed one of the Pokéballs inside his bag. Fortunately, or unfortunately, his cries of pain will soon be filled with regret, as the Treecko is now letting out a murderous atmosphere around him.

The enraged Treecko starts yelling at the Zigzagoon.

"YOU!!! GROWLING PINECONE SCUM!!!!"

The Treecko is, unfortunately, ignored by the Zigzagoon, who was too busy gnawing away the man's arm.

Now even more enraged, the Treecko strikes the Zigzagoon's head with his stick, angrily shouting at it.

"DON'T IGNORE ME, YOU CUR!!!!"

The Zigzagoon manages to finally let go of the man's now bloody and scarred arm after being smacked off by the Treecko's stick. The Zigzagoon, still in a daze by the blow, regains focus, only to realize right in front of it, is the boiling rage of the Treecko's eyes.

The Zigzagoon, frozen in place, unable to move, the Treecko says, while proceeding to launch the Zigzagoon into the air, with a swing of the Treecko's stick traveling in an upward arch, from the ground to his target,

"YOU RUINED-"

Which the tip of the stick connects a blow to the bottom of the Zigzagoon's jaw, senting it flying.

Immediately after, the Treecko jumps up into the sky with it, with his hands and stick above his head.

"MYYYY-", he says, right before he was about to to strike.

With a strike to the cranium of the Zigzagoon, he finishs his one liner,

"INTROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

The Zigzagoon, then plummets to the ground like a meteor, heading towards its victim, crash landing, with an impact so strong, it causes a small mushroom dust cloud to form around them.

The Treecko drops down, doing a three point landing, in front of the young man, with an impressed look in his eyes, and behind the dust cloud, which quickly disapates, revealing the victim and his perpetrator, in the patch of grass, both bruised and unconscious.

The Treecko, looking up to the young man, finally introducing himself and asks,

"The name is Revert, by the way, what's your name, hooded stranger?"

Bending down on one knee, to get on the bold Treecko's eye level, the young man, with joy in his eyes, answers,

"Gray."