OK,so this is my first fanfic. Just like the summary says, it mostly shows what I would do and have to go through if Pokemon were to appear in our world. I wanted to write this because, again, from the summary, I was getting pretty tired of reading how people were being transported to the Pokemon world, and I wanted to add a personal twist to it. The first few chapters will only feature the basics of the main character's lifestyle, but later on, I'll get Pokemon and even some drama to go along with the storyline.
Sadly, I doubt there will be much battles like you would want. This is the real world, after all, and I'm making the characters as rational and realistic as I can. These people can't have Pokemon battles every other day, after all!
Keep in mind, I'm writing this fic as I go along, so I'll try to keep the details between chapters as consistent as possible.
Please try to review as much as possible. As a new writer, I want to know what each reader could want in a story, what I was lacking, and all that kind of stuff.
If you've read any of this, thanks for your time and effort, and here's the (rather short, like I said, I want your criticism on this) first chapter!
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"JOHN, GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW AND COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!"
At that, I woke with a start and fell out of my bed in shock and fear, painfully landing headfirst on my wooden floor.
I was still drowsy and half-asleep when I looked at my alarm clock: 8:20 a.m. Monday November 13.
"8:20! Holy crap, I'm gonna be late! Dammit, why didn't you wake me up!" I thought to myself.
Thankfully, I was already well dressed (in my opinion) so I scrambled out of my dusty room, ran down the stairs, grabbed a toast with jam, grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
"I'm off! See ya later!" I said to my mom who was cleaning up the table.
"Alright, but you better come back home on time, instead of just hanging out with your friends! I need help around the house, you know!" I could hear my mother yelling back at me.
"Don't worry!" I would have laughed out the words, but with the adrenaline in my system held me back from doing so.
Now might be a good time to introduce myself-John Evans, 16 years old and 'school bully'. I call myself that because every kid in the school gets really scared or at least intimidated when they see me. I don't know how it started, but it left me pretty discriminated from the norm. Maybe it's just my hairstyle, which I keep up to my ears and neck. Or it could be my dark clothing I like to wear wherever I go. I tried to explain that I just like my long black hair and my clothing because they're comfy, not to show my image. But the approach alone was enough to make them walk away terrified of me.
Because of this, even though my parents didn't know, I practically have no friends tohang out with.
Another feature I have is my eye colour. Most people have eyes that are the same colour, like black brown or blue. But mine is black and, even oddly enough, grey. The doctors said this was called heterochromia or something like that, which means I have two differently colored irises. When I was a grade-schooler, I was always fascinated by my eyes and almost always took a minute in the bathroom to check out my eyes, whether it was at school or home. I asked why this was, and my mom said it was a trait her grandfather had and I inherited it. Out of all of my external features, I see the eyes as my favourite.
I'll try to explain more of myself afterwards, but right now, I had to run!
After running for what felt like an hour (but really just 10 minutes) I saw my school, DulcetDrift High School, and slowed down to a walk, realizing that I was the only one in the crowd of students running. After a while, I saw a huge crowd of students and teachers near the entrance and tried to listen in on what the crowd was saying.
"What's the hold-up?"
"What is it?"
"Is he okay?"
"Is he dead?"
After hearing that, the principle yelled out, "Everyone, move around the body and get to your classes. All of you!" Everyone fell silent and walked in the building. With most of the crowd gone, I got a good look at what the students were surrounding.
Instantly, I regretted my decision.
The 'thing' was definitely a person, judging from the body figure, but it looked almost...disfigured. I don't mean it didn't look human, but the body looked like it was...broken. Everywhere where the joints were located, the limbs were bent and broke in ways they were not meant to bend. The body was surrounded in a pool of blood, as if it exploded inside out.
I covered my mouth in haste; the smell of rotting human flesh was bad enough, but seeing the flies hovering above it was about to toss me over the edge. I held my breath and rushed inside the school.
Almost instantly, the people looked at me as I entered the building, and I felt a hundred pairs of eyes look at me. I decided to ignore the stares and walked to my locker. It wasn't very effective, as I felt my stomach clench from embarrassment, but I judged it was better than trying to explain myself to dozens of teenagers. Thankfully no one tried to approach me, probably thinking "He's probably going to light me up next..." or something like that. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, indicating the start of the school day.
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After school, I walked back home, but I heard my name being spoken.
"John, hey John! Wait up!"
Dear lord, I could recognize that voice anywhere.
I turned around to see none other than my older brother, Jason. He was 17, but will turn 18 by the end of the year. He was easily the opposite of me, wearing bright clothing and often a smile on his face. He was optimistic and friendly, while I was cynical and introverted. He got As on his tests, while I got crap marks. We were like polar opposites. The only amusing part of him to me was that despite being my older brother, he was shorter than me, but I never had the guts to kick his butt when he teased me. Besides, that would enforce everyone's image of me being a bully.
Thankfully, he decided not to chat much along as we walked back home, which was good, considering I didn't like to talk much too.
After we walked in, Jason told me to do my homework early. I was reluctant but I was feeling pretty good today for some reason and finished it, just in time for dinner.
After that, I walked into my room and my clock read 11:00 p.m. Seeing that, I made sure no one could hear me and was asleep. After hearing nothing but silence for a whole minute through my strained auditory nerves, I reached under my bed and pulled out a box. I smiled to myself as pulled out from it my...
Nintendo 3DS, a birthday present I received from my 16th birthday in August. While it may seem foolish to you, there's a reason I keep it in a box: to keep my nosy brother from playing its games. Can you guess it?
Yep, it's Pokemon, from the generation IV games of Platinum, Soul Silver, to the newest Pokemon Black and White (I own Pokemon Black).
And yes, I know what you're thinking: I am a fan of Pokemon.
Many people don't know this fact. Hell I don't think anyone knows. Ever since I played my very first Pokemon game, Pokemon Red, I was hooked. Using my pay from my summer job and allowances every month, I bought whatever games I could. Think of it like the other side of my personality.
Every night, whenever I could, I would try to get through my games, currently Pokemon Black, or read up some fanfics online using my laptop (my 15th birthday present). Reading a story, I thought to myself, "Would that actually happen? I mean, these are wild animals we're talking about. How can they be so docile and peaceful while some could kill you without warning?"
I laughed at the thought, of course they can! After all, the so-called 'Pokemon world' is nothing but fiction.
After closing my laptop, I looked at my clock, reading 1:23 a.m. "Damn, I better sleep, and wake up before school starts, unlike today." I said to myself. I turned off the lights and jumped onto my bed. As I fell asleep, I couldn't help but think to myself, "What would we do if we lived with these beings called Pokemon? Would it be for the good, bad or both? I wish to see such a world filled with these wonders..."
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I woke up just fine from the alarm clock, and I muttered "Thank God the clock woke me up this time." I walked out the room, took a quick shower and went downstairs. I noticed no one was home, so I figured I should make breakfast myself for a change. I grabbed a bowl, milk and a box of cereal. I don't eat cereal that often because it's not very filling, but I was too tired to care about my stomach for now.
I started to pour the cereal in the bowl, but heard the front door open. I knew it was my mom, so I shouted a quick "Hey, mom.", and went to pour the milk in next.
"You're making breakfast by yourself?" I heard my mom ask with a mock surprised tone. "Well that's good to hear. I don't want to prepare your meals everyday! It's good to see you're taking initiative."
"Mom, I'm sixteen years old, I can at least make my own meals by myself." I told her, slightly exasperated at the fact she still treats me like a child.
When I heard her walk up to me, I turned my head to ask her what she wanted.
"What is it, mo...AAAAHH!"
I jumped out of my chair and scrambled against the wall next to me. My mom... no, my mom is nothing like the figure that loomed before me. She was wearing my mother's clothing, but she was nothing like this. She... no, it looked like a black-skinned monster of some sort. Another second and I realized that was not skin, but it rather looked like crusts, like the bark of a tree, and I could see blood-red flesh pulsating from cracks in the shell. The face however was what scared the crap out of me. The head had no hair, its eyes looked like a bottomless hole, like a pair of eyes that would follow you no matter how far you ran. But the most obvious feature was the mouth, where I saw bits of flesh and blood leaking from torn cheeks and skeletal jaw.
If anything, the whole figure looked like my mom, who came back from the dead after dying in a horrific car accident.
When I noticed the figure slowly walk towards me, I knew I had to run away, from here and yell for help. But, I realized I couldn't move my legs. I could have looked down and see what held me back, or pure dread could have paralyzed me, but as much as I wanted to look down, I couldn't tear myself away from the monster's face.
This must be how Medusa's victims felt when they saw her face.
If I wasn't so frightened, I would have slapped myself at the idiocy of that comment.
"What's wrong, John?" the figure said, with worry in its voice. I didn't answer back. My mouth was dry and frozen with fear as much as my legs were. Suddenly, the monster lunged at me with its mouth outstretched like some humanoid snake.
I didn't even have time, or the will to scream out in horror.
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I tore my eyes open and gasped for breath, and realized I was still in my room, and looked up at my grey ceiling. It took me another minute to calm down and convince myself it was just a dream.
Calm down, relax, it's just a dream, nothing more, nothing less. I thought to myself. Even as I said that to myself, the fright of the nightmare just wouldn't go away. This must be how it feels like to have a Darkrai create your nightmares. I laughed at myself hollowly for the joke and crawled out of bed. I noticed my alarm clock (reading 7:40 a.m.) was ringing its bells, so I reluctantly turned off the clock and went to take a shower.
Thankfully, when I walked down the stairs, my mother was there, unlike my dream, and was busy with making breakfast to notice me coming down. When I sat on a nearby chair she turned to face me.
"Well, finally, you woke up on time! What are the odds?" She asked with her usual joking tone.
I decided to follow along with her humor to stop thinking about the nightmare. I don't usually crack jokes, but after the scare I had this morning, I decided to lighten up.
"Oh yes, let's mark this day on the calendar." I grumbled out of mouth. I saw the morning newspaper on the table, and decided to read it to pass the time. I rarely read the papers because they never had anything interesting on the front page, but I decided to see if any serious news was in it.
"Let's see, anything interesting in here... oil prices, soccer scores... Hey! My school is in here!" Although I spoke out, I wasn't that surprised. I mean, a dead man in front of my school, how is that not news material?
"Yes, I read that article too. It's such a shame the cops couldn't find any suspects to the murder. I swear if I found such a man, I would..."
I ignored my mother's (extremely) long list of unlikely threats and continued to read it. A young Asian male, 40 to 50 years old, was found at the front entrance of DulcetDrift High School at 5:25 a.m. by a school custodian..." Below the print was a picture of the victim, and there it was, exactly as I remember it from yesterday on the pavement.
Shit…I might be over-imagining things, but whoever did this must be planning something big…
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At school, the 'incident', it was now called, attracted even more attention than I thought. Every class I went to, the teachers had to comment about it. When they started talking about, my classmates joined in and ended up wasting up to 20 minutes of class time just for the teacher to answer any questions about the death. I'm not complaining, I love the fact that class time is being cut, but I need to catch up on my work; I was scoring a total average of 74 right now and I need it brought up soon.
"Who do you think killed him?"
Honestly, I was half-expecting that question to come up. I didn't even bother to turn my head to see who asked that; I was still lingering on my nightmare to pay any attention. Even though I don't recognize the voice and don't know who asked it, I knew he asked it just as an attempt to attract the teacher's attention to me. It was a low blow, even if the question sounded innocent.
"Honestly, I have no idea. But if I find who did this, I will make sure he stays in jail for a long, long time."
And once again, I felt many pairs of eyes fall on me. As if I didn't need enough attention.
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After school, I ran straight home and turned on my laptop. I don't know why, but I was not scared by this incident. On the contrary, I was rather... intrigued.
You see, I despite my inward and lonely attitude, I was a rather active person. Whether it was to ride the next roller coaster, or join a sports team in school, I always had a compulsion to do something, something to vent my frustration or passion or whatever emotion I had at the time to good use. Hell, I even attended a Taekwondo to stay fit properly, as my parents called it (despite my current weight of 170 lb., I was a fatass when I was younger). But as my grades went down, the more I was restricted from joining any extra-curricular activities and had to focus more on my studies. It was then that I developed the mental capacity- and the anger-management skills-to get where I am now. But, this was where that stopped. Now that all I do is study, anything out of the ordinary is a godsend for me.
I quickly found a news article about the incident, in greater detail than the morning paper showed.
"The victim, identified as Howard Yi (47), was found dead at the front of DulcetDrift High School, killed horrendously..." Blah, blah, Blah, tell me something I don't know, I thought to myself.
"...the bones were broken with such force that the forensic scientists were surprised the limbs did not tear off..." When I read that, a chill went down my spine. I prayed that I never die in such a horrific manner.
Below the article, were more pictures of the body, shot from different angles, with doctors carving it open with scalpels to find out what happened. When I saw this, I instantly shut down my laptop and closed it with a clak.
Oh no, I am not giving myself anymore nightmares tonight, or anytime, for that matter.
As usual, I reached under my bed and brought out my 3DS.
Hopefully, this will help take my mind off of things.
But when I opened my DS, I noticed it was in sleep mode. Oh God, it's been running all this time! Funny, I remember turning it off when I went to bed.
I flipped it open and instead of the menu screen popping up, a long message from the top screen to the bottom slowly wrote itself on the white background.
Greetings, John. Yes I know who you are.
I contact you from an alternate world very similar to yours. However, you and your people see us as nothing more than myths and ideas used to increase your mass of followers and profit. The gods of my world, including me (you refer to us as 'legendary pokemon') have seen these... 'games' of yours and we decided:
We cannot allow this mockery of our kind just to be used as mere entertainment!
We have already made an example out of one of your species to show you what we are capable of. Let that be the declaration of war between our Pokemon world and your pathetic human world!
-The Original One
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"..."
That was all I could say (or not) after I read that message. A war? With our world and theirs? Why would they do such a thing? Just because we saw them as monsters and myths that GameFreak used?
Suddenly, as I closed the DS, last night's memory flashed through my mind...
What would we do if we lived with these beings called pokemon...
"Oh shit..."