[ EU ] What if , when given the options for starter pokémon by professor Oak , Gary picked pikachu ?

`` And that's what I have, Gary.'' the professor declared. `` What would you like to start with?'' 
 
 Gary looked between the three Pokéball thoughtfully. He was about to make a choice, but then he saw something. Sitting on a desk was a fourth Pokéball, with a crack running perpendicular to the seam. 
 
 `` **What's up with that Pokéball there, grandpa? **'' 
 
 Professor Oak looked back. `` Oh... Yes, that's a spare Pokémon. I was going to offer it as a starter, but it's a little too spirited.'' 
 
 Gary walked over and picked it up. 
 
 `` Gary, do not open that Pokéball!'' 
 
 Gary looked up at his grandfather. `` **OOPS! **'' He shouted theatrically as he let the ball roll off his fingertips. The ball landed on the button, the crack shone like a star, and the Pokéball turned to smoking ribbons with a blinding flash of light. 
 
 In the middle of the scorched circle was a short yellow Pokémon. It had long ears, a jaggedly-shaped tail, and two red circles on its cheeks. It had a... mousy appearance. 
 
 `` **'Sup, little fella. I'm Gary. **'' Gary said, kneeling in front of the Pokémon. `` **What's your name? **'' 
 
 The Pokémon looked at him, tilted his head, and his cheeks sparked. `` *PI~*'' the Pokémon started, electricity running across its back. 
 
 BAP! Gary smacked the Pokémon's nose with two fingers, fast enough to harmlessly discharge the electricity the mouse was building. `` **NO! **'' He said sternly. `` **No shocking. **'' 
 
 The Pokémon looked chagrined. `` *PikaCHU! *'' It said, energetically. 
 
 `` **Alright Pikachu. You did n't like that Pokéball, did you? **'' He glanced at the shards of metal. 
 
 `` *Pi-ka~*'' The Pokémon shook its head. 
 
 `` **Well then, how about we go on an adventure, Pikachu? **'' He patted the electric-type on the head. `` **What d'you say? **'' 
 
 Pikachu nodded, hopped onto Gary's shoulder, and rubbed one cheek against Gary's face, making his sideburns prick up with static. `` *Pika Pi! *'' It cried. 
 
 Gary stood up. He turned and walked out, picking up a couple empty Pokéballs on the way out, one thought in mind. 
 
 **Do n't wait on me, Ketchum. I'm ready for you. **
