I can't decide if I want it to be a comic, or a fan fic, or a hybrid of both with an single image followed by a chapter of text.
Either way, here is an insert of something I came up with for the story. I'll set it up for you.
The trainer (who I am probably going to call Mako, but I haven't decided, yet) has just caught his first pokémon, a Growlithe, and has run away from his town to become a pokemon trainer.
He had very little money with him, and so for the first week or so he had to survive on only what he had in his bank account, which was very little. Not nearly enough to survive on, and without a pokémon license he can't challenge trainers to official battles to earn money, or gyms to earn badges.
So, our hero is on his way to a town about five days walk away from his own town to speak with a student he met online, who can fix the broken pokédex that he found, and possibly hack the license inside of it so that it registers to him.
The following scene takes place on night two of the walk.
I can't believe that I'm out here, catching pokemon. This is an adventure, I can't even begin to imagine what this is going to be like. I'm going to need money, a license; maybe get a bike or something. “Grow?” My newest pokemon looks up to me, breaking my train of thought. “What is it, Growlithe?” I notice that Growlithe is peering off into the bushes just a bit to my left, they're beginning to rustle. It could be a wild pokemon... “Growlithe, get up.” I come to a stand, but Growlithe remains seated, watching me instead.
I don't think she's a bad pokemon, I mean, I just caught her yesterday, but I thought that pokemon where meant to be loyal companions, friends even. This one doesn't seem to like me very much ever since I caught her. “Growlithe. Get up.” I speak a little more firmly. “Grow!” She turns her nose up to me, looking away from my face just as a wild pokemon steps out of the bushes, most likely attracted by the can of beef stew I've opened a few minutes ago. “Rah Rah!” It's a tiny little thing, not more than a foot tall. I really wish that Pokedex was working, I have no idea what this thing is. “Growlithe, do you know what kind of pokemon this is?” Why am I asking her? She can't tell me.. “Rah! Ralts Ralts!” A small white pokemon in what appears to be a night gown with what I can only assume are green leaves hung down in it's face. I feel like if it walked too fast it would trip over it's own feet. “Ralts? Your name is Ralts?” I bent down to one knee, extending my hand to the little pokemon, though it backed away from me meekly. “Grow! Growlithe!” Growlithe looked back over to where I was, she was barking something towards the Ralts, who became frightened and fell backwards away from me. “Oh! Are you okay, little guy?” I reached out, helping the Ralts back to a stand while dusting off it's knees and legs. It began a shouting match with my Growlithe. The tiny pokemon looked up at me after a few minutes of arguing, and then down at the can of beef stew that was simmering by the fire. “I see. You're hungry, is it?” I asked while sitting down with my legs crossed by the fire. “Well, there isn't much... But you're welcome to have some.” Growlithe shot me a glare from where she was sitting, she could probably understand that it'd be another mouth to feed, and there was only the one can as it is. I paid her no mind as the little Ralts took a seat in front of me, warming it's hands on the fire. “It's going to be cold tonight.” I sighed into the night air, noticing that I could see my breath.