Slim fingers rapidly pressed against various keys. She blinked once- no, twice, as she typed her messages to her friends. A notification sound played, followed by another. She groaned. Will it ever stop...? she wondered. As fast as possible, the girl continued switching between people, answering their questions that seemed to coincidentally swarm against her at this same moment. After a few seconds, questions stopped appearing and she slowly found herself finally being able to relax.

"My God, that was tiring..." she finally rasped, pushing herself back. "Having to find all that crap just because they're too incompetent to do their work... ugh."

Waiting a few seconds to see if anyone else would rely on her, she found herself sighing with relief when nobody bothered her anymore- and she logged off her social media account. She closed the FaceDesk tab and, tired of the thought of friends, closed the lid of her laptop.

Finally, she could relax and do something she enjoyed, and not be bothered by her stupid kindness of always helping her friends.

...she frowned. Was there anything for her to do though...? Her frown worsened. She pulled open her desk- school worksheets, test papers, random sketches and doodles. Nothing fun.

She pulled open another section of her desk. Stationary, more folded worksheets, old GBA console, cards. She wasn't in the mood for cards, so... yeah, no.

The girl felt frustration creep up her body. There was absolutely nothing for her to spend her time on, and she certainly didn't want to go back to doing quick research just to answer her friends' lazy questions.

"Damn, isn't there anything for me to do?" A few seconds passed, and she sighed. There was only one thing to do. "...let's go out."

On the way out, she was warned by her elder sister about the dangers of staying out too late, and some statistics of kidnapping occurrences. Not that she really paid attention.

The teen girl made her way towards a local game store that she used to frequent in the past. Her smile grew when she spotted copies of the hottest games, Pokémon Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon, on display. her eyes then wandered onto the price tags- way out of her reach. Then again, now that she thought about it, she rarely ever had enough money asides from spending them at the school canteen, so the prices wouldn't have really mattered anyways. It had already been out of her range in the first place.

Sighing, she turned around. It'd look stupid to just gaze at some games like an idiot if she couldn't get it.

Then she spotted an old woman, hooded with a mysterious cloak, sitting near a turn on the sidewalk. She had a weird box placed on her... stand. The girl went over to the old lady's stand to check it out. "What're you selling, miss?" she asked.

Without moving an inch, the old lady's eyes dryly aimed at her. She felt a bit unsettled, but shook it off, as the mysterious lady began talking. "Young girl. Nice to meet you... would you be interested in some classic memories?" she asked.

Classic memories? The girl mentally rolled her eyes. It sounded stupid, this old granny's phrasing. She stared into the box and noticed some game cartridges... wait, she slightly recognized those cartridges. No, it wasn't just slightly- she knew them! Those were old Pokémon games from the past, ones that she had played before. "T-those are... wow! Granny, you've got quite a collection here!"

The mysterious lady chuckled. "Indeed. Why, I was quite an avid Trainer back then... but that asides," she said, "are you interested in reliving old experiences once more?"

"Well..." What other options did she have? There was practically nothing else for her to do at home, and here lied a great opportunity to spend her time raising her dream team again! She certainly wasn't stupid. This was an easy choice. It's obviously- "Of course!" But as soon as she answered, she remembered something. "...oh, wait, I don't have enough money to be spending on games..." An internal conflict brewed inside her mind again. Why am I so unlucky, God damn it!?

"That's fine," the lady interrupted her thoughts. "I am simply looking for someone to take these off my hands. You do not need to pay for these," she said.

"Whoa, for real?" the girl asked, incredulous. In response to the woman nodding, she squealed and hugged the box with joy. "Thank you so much, granny! I promise I'll raise amazing teams for your sake, and kick everyone's ass!"

"Sure, sure..." the lady said and nodded, seemingly enjoying the innocence of an excited Trainer.

The girl, meanwhile, couldn't believe how lucky her day was becoming. This is the best day ever! She ran back home, box in her arms, her imagination fueling. Doors were slammed open and shut, voices were raised about being quiet, and other things she didn't care about- happened.

When she was finally safe in her room, all alone with no one to intrude on her fun, she smiled and opened the box. Her hands reached for the cartridges and grabbed several, setting them on her desk and spreading them apart. A wave of disappointment took over her when she noticed that most of the 'cartridges' were just carved wood painted dark grey. Only two were actually authentic cartridges: FireRed and LeafGreen, of the third generation.

Damn it, she mentally cursed. She had been hoping for other generations too. The girl knew about the newer generations, the games that she had been hoping would be included in the box: Diamond, Pearl, Platinum, HeartGold, SoulSilver, Black, White, Black 2, White 2, X, Y, Omega Ruby, Alpha Sapphire, Sun, Moon, Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon. She had only played up to Black and White, having slowly gotten bored of the series as she played up to that point. It was around the time of Black 2 and White 2 that she stopped playing Pokémon for good due to life events and... well, no good reason, really.

Of course, she kept up with the news and knew of the later games, but hadn't been bothered to remember much of what she learnt. Thus her knowledge on the newer generations were greatly limited.

Oh well, she thought. I can always buy them later if I save money... time to eat less, I guess. With that thought, she brought her focus back onto the Generation III cartridges. She hadn't played these for a long time, memories of her team surfacing. She definitely should get back into Pokémon again.

The girl grabbed an old GBA console from somewhere in her desk, tested the batteries, and slid in the cartridge for FireRed. She booted the game up and began playing.

She named her character 'Ignis' and, despite the name choice, she picked Bulbasaur as her starter. Then, progressing through the introduction, she prepared to battle her game rival... until the console froze.

"...seriously?" Groaning, she hit the GBA once. The encounter music resumed for a split second, before it froze again. She sighed, hitting the console some few more times. It suddenly turned pitch black, no trace of electricity running through the machine. "Hey, what gives...?" The battery light was green, so there was no way it could've ran out of juice. She scratched her head, but after minutes of thinking, the girl gave up and threw the console onto the ground. "You're trash," she whispered.

Suddenly, it beeped. She frowned. It... beeped. The girl picked it up.

KNOW YOUR PLACE, HUMAN.

That's what the screen said, in white text.

The girl stared, before she chuckled. "What kind of joke is this?" she asked.

CONSIDER THIS A WARNING.
ONE MORE ACT OF UNJUST VIOLENCE AND THERE SHALL BE CONSEQUENCES.

"Pft. Whatever." She threw it back onto the ground without a care. No matter how weird it was, it was probably a prank. Someone probably did something to her Game Boy.

...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

She didn't see that last message as she was busy wondering what else she could do, now that her only working console was busted. The machine suddenly glowed, light attacking her vision.

"What the flippin'-"

A loud screeching noise played throughout the room, and as she made to grab for the console again, the brightest flash happened and she couldn't feel anything anymore.

Or more like... she was no longer there.


"Hey, I think her eyes twitched."

"I think she's waking up, brothers."

"Did you just... assume all our genders?"

"Oh, there he goes again."

She pushed her eyes open, wondering where she was. She saw white everywhere no matter where her head turned. A wall might not even exist around here, the girl realized as her mind slowly adjusted to the situation. Surrounding her were six giant white hills, each with a white titan resting behind them, numbering a total of seven giants. Each giants had a roman numeral that marked them, from I to VII.

"...what the hell?" was the first thing she could say. It was the only thing she could think to say, to be fair.

One of the giants, labelled VI, waved to her. "Hey there, young girl. Having a good time? it asked."

She stared at the giant, unsure of how to respond. Was it being sarcastic? Or was it expecting an actual answer? Would a normal person answer right away in this situation? No, no way. She shook her head. Of course not, no normal person would be calm at this situation. Then again, she wasn't raising hell at all, but she definitely wasn't calm inside.

A different giant, labelled II, shook his head. "Now, now. Clearly she's not feeling well in our presence, you don't expect her to answer that normally, did you?"

"I don't know," IV responded. "I mean, if she's brave enough to be naked, I'm sure she's feeling quite well."

...wait, what!? The girl looked down at her body- no tracing of clothes anywhere. No underwear scattered nearby, no bras littered in the empty space, no clothes or jackets. It was just her and her nude body, all in plain view. "What the flippin' fuck!?" She quickly covered her body with her arms, to no avail.

I rubbed his chin. "Well, there goes the fun," he commented.

To the girl's right, VII clapped his hands. "Come on, missy. No need to be shy, let's reveal yourself!"

III shook his head. "You guys, I swear..."

Almost all the giants suddenly exploded into some sort of discussion about her body. She felt increasingly uncomfortable with the situation, still with no understanding whatsoever.

Then, V banged the white hill... rather, they seemed to be tables. Huge white tables. V banged his white table with his hands, loud enough to silence all the other titans. "...finally. Now, you..." he pointed to the girl, who trembled slightly from the display of mere power. "Tell me, do you recall anything about your life?" he asked.

She gulped. This one seemed somewhat reliable, at least more than the other titans. "...yeah."

He nodded his head, seemingly satisfied. "That is good. Allow me to explain your situation to you, young girl." Clearing his throat, he straightened his back. "You see, our mistress has decided that you are the destined one to fulfill the world's prophecy."

"A... prophecy?" She knew immediately what the situation was. This was one of those stupid legendary hero summoning stories... she thought, frowning. God damn it, I don't want to be dragged into this mess... clearing her mind, she nodded slowly. "What's the prophecy?" She figured it couldn't be that clichéd.

"...that's... the problem," II interrupted. "The prophecy was simply that 'a great girl' will come to save Kanto, he explained. We know pretty much nothing else."

The girl felt like screaming. That was the stupidest and least detailed prophecy she ever... heard...? "Wait, Kanto?"

III nodded. "Yeah, the region of Kanto. You know?"

That was a Pokémon region, where the first generation and third generation's FireRed and LeafGreen took place. Was this a world of Pokémon?

If that were the case... who the hell are these weird ass white titans?

The girl shook her head, laughing. "You're kidding, right?"

As she laughed in denial, the other titans exchanged glances. "I'm not sure why you think that, but no. Kanto will soon be in danger, according to the prophecy," VI replied.

The awkward laughter died, and the girl was left staring up at the titans from below. "...n-no way. There's no way I'm in the Pokémon world right now..."

V stared. "...are you sure you are feeling fine?" he asked. "You are a human of our world, as far as I am concerned."

"...say what?" The more they talked, the more nonsensical information she was hearing. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm not from the Pokémon world!"

VII rubbed his fingers together. "Interesting..." he said. "Very well, then. Please tell us what your world was like, young missy."

Given the chance, she did just that. She explained whatever she recalled from her history classes, and how certain things worked in her world. She told of the various media and entertainment in her world, and how Pokémon was a fictional concept by some Japanese guy. She also told them of how humans made imaginary territories for their own native people, started wars, et cetera. After what felt like an hour, she panted as she came to a stop. "And that's... my world... and you guys are fiction!" she finished.

The titans remained silent. "That was... truly fascinating," I commented. "To think that we were simply fictional creations of some human being... how shocking!"

"That can't be the case though," IV interrupted. "Our world also has fictional stories of worlds where Pokémon are not real and are simply fictional creations. We could very well say that she's from a world created by our world too."

"This is quite confusing," VII said. "What if both worlds are real existing worlds, and each being fiction was just a coincidence?"

V shook his head. "If it were a coincidence, it'd be quite a coincidental coincidence. We shall ask our mistress later." He leaned down to stare at the girl. "For now, I want you to take over the life of a trainer in Pallet Town."

She nodded. "That doesn't sound too complicated. I think I know what I'll have to do..."

The titans nodded in agreement. "That's right," II said. "You'll just have to become the Ignis of our world for now."

...that was the name she used to name her player character. This was some trippy coincidence, alright. "Wait, what happens to your world's Ignis if I replace her?" she asked.

They glanced at each other. "You see," V spoke again, "we may have accidentally caused the death of this world's Ignis... and we mistook you as her, since you look identical to her. "

"I... do?" The girl gave it some more thought. These were all things that couldn't have been pure chance- at least she felt like her world definitely was the original one, and that the Pokémon world was the game world. "That'd... probably make things easier, then. How'd she die though?"

VI laughed. "We put an important and deadly weapon that the mistress entrusted to us, in the girl's shelf!"

She face-palmed. "Why the hell would you do that!?"

V nodded. "A good question, indeed..." he murmured, glaring at III, who escaped his gaze by whistling at the air. "Anyways, we don't fully understand the situation as well, so we'll try to find out more about your situation. I take it I can rely on you to do your part?" he asked.

She decided that she should probably accept the task given to her. She did kind of feel like she owed them something, for listening to her and not killing her. "Sure, I think I can do it."

"We thank you, girl." I bowed graciously. "We grant you the name Ignis and save the Kanto region," he prayed.

A circle of light formed beneath the girl's feet. She was slightly surprised, but then became calm. "Make sure you guys at least find out something, please?" she asked.

V didn't say anything, nor did any of the other titans, but they all nodded. Their blank faces with the roman numerals were the last thing she saw before she disappeared.