Black was the type of person to delay an event. Especially today, when he had to leave the comfort of his home.

He sat on his bed, in a medium sized blue jacket and black track pants. He felt scared. He didn't wanna leave. Yes, getting a Pokémon would be fun but...

"Black!" He heard his twin sister, White, call. "Get your butt down here! Bel and Cheren are here, ya know!"

He and White were exact copies in appearance. Fluffy brown hair (Black's hair was short, White had hers in a ponytail), slim curvy bodies, soft chocolate eyes and pale skin. What they didn't have in common was their personalities.

White was confident and headstrong. She didn't care what others thought, it just didn't matter for White.

Black was the opposite. A compulsive liar, a weakling, completely and underly no confidence. He was a joke.

"Blaaaaaack!" He heard White call again, sassily and annoyed.

Black raised his tiny body up, and slipped his red sneakers on. Walking towards the door leading out the the hall away, Black wondered if their was a way to back out.

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Black entered the living room, where Bel was sitting politely on the couch. She was wearing a white dress with a orange vest. Her short blonde hair was kept neatly in a green cap. "Good morning, Black!" She chirped.

"...It's actually 'Good Afternoon', Bel." Cheren responded, crossing his arms across his chest. He was wearing a blue blazer, like he always did, and black skinny jeans.

Bel gave an bashful smile. "Weeeell... it's sorta good morning for him!"

Black gave a soft smile, "That's true," He responded, and looked at White, who was holding a purple colored box. "Is that the present from the Professor?"

"Yeah!" She squeed. "I'm finally getting my starter Pokémon!"

She's happy, I should be happy too. He thought.

White opened the box, which revealed four Pokémon.

"I'm assuming they are Snivy, Tepig, and Oshawott." Cheren asserted, pushing his glasses up.

"Then what is the fourth Pokémon?" Bel asked, looking at the ravenette.

"Well," White says, and looks at the balls. "I'm going to find out!" She says, and opens the four.

Out came a Snivey, Oshawott, Tepig and... an Emolga.

"An Emolga?" Cheren states, befuddled. "That's not even a starter in a different region."

"Well," Bel says, picking it up. "I'll take it, and her Frankie!" She finishes, and gives the tiny creature a hug, which it hugs back.

"Humpf," Cheren sighs, "I'll chose Snivy - it's statistically the best."

White placed her hands her hips. "I'm taking Tepig!" She bends down looking at the fire pig. "I'll name him Roman and he and I are going to be the best!"

Black glanced at the final Pokémon - Oshawott, which was nervously playing with the shell on its chest.

"I guess the Oshawott is mine," He mumbled shyly, picking the blue otter up with his hands.

The others gave theirs names. I can't think of one yet. "Er, how about I name you... Mon-a-nee?"

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