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"Well, I think that instead of fighting, what we should be doing now is picking our starter Pokémon," the black-haired boy states, turning back to the box. "Their Poké Balls are right inside there, right, Y/N?"

   You nod confidently. You don't actually know, of course, but what else could it be?

   The three of you walk over to the box. "It was delivered to Y/N's house, so she should get the first pick!" Bianca chimes.

Cheren nods. "That seems fair."

You step forward. There's a note on the box. "I've brought three Pokémon, one for you and one for each of your friends," you read aloud. "Please settle your choices politely. Enjoy your Pokémon! -Professor Juniper."

"C'mon, Y/N! Open up the box already!"

"Bianca! Be quiet!"

You carefully open the box, removing the ribbon and taking off the lid to reveal three Poké Balls. Each one has its own little symbol on it: a raindrop for water, a flame for fire, and a leaf for grass.

      "Hmmm..." You know you're going to have to be careful of what you choose, and consider all options. There's no resetting here! After some long, careful consideration, you make up your mind. You pick up the Poké Ball on the right and throw it gently to the ground. "Snivy, I choose you!"

The small snake looks around in wonder. You slowly crouch down, unable to believe what you're seeing. A real life Pokémon! And they're your partner! "Hey," you call out softly.

  Hearing your voice, Snivy turns around to face you. His eyes light up.

And then he tackles you. Hard.

"Ow. Well, at least you're excited to see me." You prop yourself up on your elbows and smile at the little Grass-type standing on your chest.

"Snivy!" he replies cheerfully and hugs your face.

"Well, I'm gonna pick Oshawott! So cute!" Bianca squeals, stepping over your legs and picking up the Poké Ball.

"Guess that leaves me with Tepig, then." Cheren reaches over you, picking up the last Poké Ball. You stand up after carefully setting Snivy on the ground, then pick him back up.

"So that's that!" Bianca says cheerfully. "We've each picked our first Pokémon!" She turns to you. "I know! We should have a Pokémon battle!"

"Already?!" You yelp in surprise. "In here?!"

"Honestly, Bianca..." Cheren clearly doesn't have much patience to put up with the blonde's antics. "Even though our Pokémon are still weak, we still shouldn't have battles inside, much less in our friend's bedroom."

"Yeah, um, I'd prefer my room to be not trashed," you add.

"You guys! Don't be such worrywarts! Like Cheren said, these little guys are weak. We have to let them battle so that they can become stronger. It's settled, Y/N!" Bianca adjusts her oversized green hat confidently. "Get ready for a Pokémon battle!"

PKMN Trainer Bianca wants to battle!

      Seeming to understand what's going on, Snivy hops out of your arms and onto the floor in front of you, putting himself in a battle-ready stance.

     "It's your turn, Oshawott!" Bianca tosses her Poké Ball to the ground, revealing the small Water-type from inside it. It grabs the scalchop off its stomach and raises it into the air with a battle cry.