Chapter 1
Notes from the author:
Hello everyone and thank you for taking a look at my first ever fan fiction project Pokemon: This Wide World. I want everyone to know that I am making it an important priority to update and post new chapters regularly to this thread. I've been meaning to write this for some time but have always had other writing projects that I've been working on. Now that I have finished writing my book (still working on getting it published) I feel like I need to fulfill one of my goals as a writer (Strange as it may be) write a Pokemon fic. A few things before we get started.
1: The teen rating is mostly there due to this story discussing depression and anxiety. There will be what some might call suggestive themes as well but I've always considered those more subjective than anything else.
2: I always do my best to listen to constructive criticisms and I am perfectly fine with spelling and grammar suggestions as well.
3: I am really bad with forum threads and will probably struggle to keep this organized. Be patient I'll figure it out eventually. You can always send me PM's with suggestions and tips on how to keep things looking good in this format
Alright without further ado let's get this going.
Chapter 2 update: Hello everyone Chapter 2 is here this one is a lot more exposition heavy and as such it's a little longer. It took me longer to get Chapter 2 done then I wanted but I had to take some time to make some edits. This one dosn't seems as clean as chapter 1 to me but the nice thing about the forum format is that I can make small edits to things after the chapter is released. And along those same lines I still need to go though chapter 1 and make some spelling and grammer corections so there is that as well. Alright that's all for now, have fun!
Chapter 3 update: Sorry for being gone lastly (If anyone cared) I've been working on other writing projects and my new job has been taking some getting used to, more then I thought actually. I also received some negative feedback over pm that I was meditating on as well. Anyways have fun!
The products rolled softly and casually out of cashiers practiced hand as her other hand operated the touch screen of the store register. She didn’t even think about it, she had done it so many times, she had to remember to double check that she had gotten everything right. Sometimes she went to fast that she didn’t notice she was getting something wrong. She read the total out load without really thinking about what the number meant.
“Would you like a bag with that?” she said with a smile on her face. A fake smile, flacking like dried paint as her skin stretched. She wasn’t even looking at her strangely dressed customer. She thought they were strange at least but most of their customers were dressed in odd clothing of some sort or another.
“Don’t I get a Premier Ball when I buy five Pokeballs?” her customer asked pursing her lips aggressively at the poor cashier.
“Uhh—no that’s ten—you need to buy ten Pokeballs and then you get a Premier Ball,” the cashier said without dropping her smile.
“Oh—are you sure?”
The cashier nodded and waited patiently for her customer to pay. The girl spent a good five minuets thinking about the number of Pokeballs she was buying. She kept counting them, and then starting over again like she might have missed something. The cashier decided that she shouldn’t think about it too much. A young stupid Pokémon trainer was infinitely easier to deal with then some middle-aged women named Karin why didn’t know the difference between a protein and an X-Attack and then tried to return the X-Attack because it didn’t work.
The cashier resisted the urge to sigh, once she started she would never stop. Besides she had wanted to live the simple life, she had chosen that life, she didn’t think she had the right to complain about it. So, she stood there and patiently waited for the Pokémon Trainer to finish her pointless counting. Eventually, she was satisfied, even though the cashier had no idea why. The customer paid for their stuff and walked out the door of the Pokemart.
As the automatic door slid shut with a definitive clink, the cashier let out a sigh. She had promised herself that she was going to stop doing that. And for some reason, she could never sign just once. So, she signed four times, she managed to stop herself before the fifth time, for some reason stopping at an odd number seemed wrong.
“Maybe I should make a sign about that or something.” The person who had spoken from the stockroom behind the counter was her manager. He was a tall man with sandy brown hair and a serious expression permanently plastered on his face. The cashier had no idea how someone with that kind of look could manage in customer service. But he had the respect of both his bosses and his employees.
“Don’t bother Sam, you and I both know that the Pokemart Corporation doesn’t allow for us to advertise the Premier ball thing. It’s not worth you getting in trouble for.”
The sound of Sam shuffling the stock and moving around in the back room grew closer and he made his way to the storefront. He poked his head out of the backroom and looked around to see if they had any customers, but the Pokemart was empty. That wasn’t surprising it was still early in the spring and the Pokémon League season hadn’t started yet.
“Hay Anji there’s something I should probably tell you,” the cashier named Anji looked back at her boss waiting patiently for what he had to say. Sam wasn’t the kind of person to approach a topic carefully with words like ‘probably’ and ‘should’ if it was a topic that could make a man like him nervous it was probably something important. “Your parents called and asked me to take you off the schedule for next month.”
“What?!” Anji said just a little louder than she probably should have. “I’m 21 they can’t tell you to do that.”
“Well, that’s basically what I said. But they must have gone above my head, I don’t know what they said to my boss, but he told me in no uncertain terms that I would be taking you off the schedule. And then he told me not to tell you.”
“But you're telling me anyways?”
“Hay sometimes being a good boss means being a bad employee, especial with these corporate structures. Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Yeah,” Anji said as she let out two of her signature sighs. “My parents have been bugging me to go on a Pokémon journey.”
“At 21, didn’t you already do that when you were younger?”
“No…I never really wanted to,” she lied. “But my parents were both hardcore trainers back in their day, so they think I haven’t lived until I’ve gone on a journey or something like that.”
“Is it because of your—condition?”
Condition? what a way to put it, Anji thought. But I guess there really isn’t a better way to describe it.
“You're medicated now though, right?”
“Medication doesn’t really make it go away it just lessons it—and I still have panic attacks sometimes—there’s no way I can travel the world like that—I’ll end up dead somewhere.”
Sam sighed a deep and thoughtful sigh, he stared blankly towards the storefront as though it might give him an idea of what to say. Anji knew that her manager had never been on a journey himself, he had never even been to college. He had gambled that spending that time working would get him further in life. And to some extent he was right. Sam made far more money then Anji did, and he was on a short list of store managers who were being looked at for promotion to regional manager. Anji wondered if he ever regretted it….
“You should go on your journey Anji,” he said at last.
“But…”
“You’re not happy here I can see that—and I think your parents can too. Go and find what the world has to offer. You're right that you might die—but if you keep pushing yourself to do something you hate you might as well be dead.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. The two of them closed the store in silence. That would be the last time she ever worked there. She would always remember Sam though. Sometimes when things were peaceful she would wonder how he was doing, she would wonder if he was happy. She hoped he was and that he always would be.
Hello everyone and thank you for taking a look at my first ever fan fiction project Pokemon: This Wide World. I want everyone to know that I am making it an important priority to update and post new chapters regularly to this thread. I've been meaning to write this for some time but have always had other writing projects that I've been working on. Now that I have finished writing my book (still working on getting it published) I feel like I need to fulfill one of my goals as a writer (Strange as it may be) write a Pokemon fic. A few things before we get started.
1: The teen rating is mostly there due to this story discussing depression and anxiety. There will be what some might call suggestive themes as well but I've always considered those more subjective than anything else.
2: I always do my best to listen to constructive criticisms and I am perfectly fine with spelling and grammar suggestions as well.
3: I am really bad with forum threads and will probably struggle to keep this organized. Be patient I'll figure it out eventually. You can always send me PM's with suggestions and tips on how to keep things looking good in this format
Alright without further ado let's get this going.
Chapter 2 update: Hello everyone Chapter 2 is here this one is a lot more exposition heavy and as such it's a little longer. It took me longer to get Chapter 2 done then I wanted but I had to take some time to make some edits. This one dosn't seems as clean as chapter 1 to me but the nice thing about the forum format is that I can make small edits to things after the chapter is released. And along those same lines I still need to go though chapter 1 and make some spelling and grammer corections so there is that as well. Alright that's all for now, have fun!
Chapter 3 update: Sorry for being gone lastly (If anyone cared) I've been working on other writing projects and my new job has been taking some getting used to, more then I thought actually. I also received some negative feedback over pm that I was meditating on as well. Anyways have fun!
Chapter 1—Ends and Beginnings
The products rolled softly and casually out of cashiers practiced hand as her other hand operated the touch screen of the store register. She didn’t even think about it, she had done it so many times, she had to remember to double check that she had gotten everything right. Sometimes she went to fast that she didn’t notice she was getting something wrong. She read the total out load without really thinking about what the number meant.
“Would you like a bag with that?” she said with a smile on her face. A fake smile, flacking like dried paint as her skin stretched. She wasn’t even looking at her strangely dressed customer. She thought they were strange at least but most of their customers were dressed in odd clothing of some sort or another.
“Don’t I get a Premier Ball when I buy five Pokeballs?” her customer asked pursing her lips aggressively at the poor cashier.
“Uhh—no that’s ten—you need to buy ten Pokeballs and then you get a Premier Ball,” the cashier said without dropping her smile.
“Oh—are you sure?”
The cashier nodded and waited patiently for her customer to pay. The girl spent a good five minuets thinking about the number of Pokeballs she was buying. She kept counting them, and then starting over again like she might have missed something. The cashier decided that she shouldn’t think about it too much. A young stupid Pokémon trainer was infinitely easier to deal with then some middle-aged women named Karin why didn’t know the difference between a protein and an X-Attack and then tried to return the X-Attack because it didn’t work.
The cashier resisted the urge to sigh, once she started she would never stop. Besides she had wanted to live the simple life, she had chosen that life, she didn’t think she had the right to complain about it. So, she stood there and patiently waited for the Pokémon Trainer to finish her pointless counting. Eventually, she was satisfied, even though the cashier had no idea why. The customer paid for their stuff and walked out the door of the Pokemart.
As the automatic door slid shut with a definitive clink, the cashier let out a sigh. She had promised herself that she was going to stop doing that. And for some reason, she could never sign just once. So, she signed four times, she managed to stop herself before the fifth time, for some reason stopping at an odd number seemed wrong.
“Maybe I should make a sign about that or something.” The person who had spoken from the stockroom behind the counter was her manager. He was a tall man with sandy brown hair and a serious expression permanently plastered on his face. The cashier had no idea how someone with that kind of look could manage in customer service. But he had the respect of both his bosses and his employees.
“Don’t bother Sam, you and I both know that the Pokemart Corporation doesn’t allow for us to advertise the Premier ball thing. It’s not worth you getting in trouble for.”
The sound of Sam shuffling the stock and moving around in the back room grew closer and he made his way to the storefront. He poked his head out of the backroom and looked around to see if they had any customers, but the Pokemart was empty. That wasn’t surprising it was still early in the spring and the Pokémon League season hadn’t started yet.
“Hay Anji there’s something I should probably tell you,” the cashier named Anji looked back at her boss waiting patiently for what he had to say. Sam wasn’t the kind of person to approach a topic carefully with words like ‘probably’ and ‘should’ if it was a topic that could make a man like him nervous it was probably something important. “Your parents called and asked me to take you off the schedule for next month.”
“What?!” Anji said just a little louder than she probably should have. “I’m 21 they can’t tell you to do that.”
“Well, that’s basically what I said. But they must have gone above my head, I don’t know what they said to my boss, but he told me in no uncertain terms that I would be taking you off the schedule. And then he told me not to tell you.”
“But you're telling me anyways?”
“Hay sometimes being a good boss means being a bad employee, especial with these corporate structures. Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Yeah,” Anji said as she let out two of her signature sighs. “My parents have been bugging me to go on a Pokémon journey.”
“At 21, didn’t you already do that when you were younger?”
“No…I never really wanted to,” she lied. “But my parents were both hardcore trainers back in their day, so they think I haven’t lived until I’ve gone on a journey or something like that.”
“Is it because of your—condition?”
Condition? what a way to put it, Anji thought. But I guess there really isn’t a better way to describe it.
“You're medicated now though, right?”
“Medication doesn’t really make it go away it just lessons it—and I still have panic attacks sometimes—there’s no way I can travel the world like that—I’ll end up dead somewhere.”
Sam sighed a deep and thoughtful sigh, he stared blankly towards the storefront as though it might give him an idea of what to say. Anji knew that her manager had never been on a journey himself, he had never even been to college. He had gambled that spending that time working would get him further in life. And to some extent he was right. Sam made far more money then Anji did, and he was on a short list of store managers who were being looked at for promotion to regional manager. Anji wondered if he ever regretted it….
“You should go on your journey Anji,” he said at last.
“But…”
“You’re not happy here I can see that—and I think your parents can too. Go and find what the world has to offer. You're right that you might die—but if you keep pushing yourself to do something you hate you might as well be dead.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. The two of them closed the store in silence. That would be the last time she ever worked there. She would always remember Sam though. Sometimes when things were peaceful she would wonder how he was doing, she would wonder if he was happy. She hoped he was and that he always would be.
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