Cybernetic Trainer Boy

by Lucardevoir

Two years ago, a tragic accident caused 23-year-old Jerry Otaku to have parts of his body replaced by machinery. Now, in the year 2105, he lives in a sub-standard apartment with his best friend, a rescued Pichu named Spike. What will Jerry do when his landlord does something nobody ever expected? Especially from the grandson of the illustrious Professor Oak!

1. Chapter 1

"Spike, I'm home!"

I locked the apartment door behind me, then proceeded into the living room where I plopped down on the couch. I grabbed a can of Penzoil and dripped it into the joints of my left arm, getting the gears running again after a long day of work.

Spike, my Pichu, fell from nowhere into my lap and gave me a hug. "Hey Jerry! How was work?" He asked, his spiky left ear twitching. My brows furrowed as he grinned awkwardly, his hazel-coloured eyes darting from me to the bedroom door. "Spike, what've you done?" I asked. "N-nothing!"

I stood, causing Spike to fall to the floor, and walked towards my bedroom door. As I reached for the doorknob, the sensor in my metallic left hand began beeping, indicating a wild Pokémon was nearby. I closed my eyes, pinched the bridge of my nose, and sighed. "Spike, who did you let in?"

Spike knows wild Pokémon aren't allowed in the building. Heck, the only reason ANY Pokémon were allowed was because most of the tenants were ex-champions of our fair region of Britten and held some legal authority. The landlord really doesn't like Pokémon. Anybody caught with a Pokémon that didn't have a Pokéball to go into was evicted on the spot.

"He was really sick! Almost deflated! I couldn't just leave him!" Spike answered, worries evident in his voice. Ok. Narrows it down to two possibilities, Drifloon or Drifblim. And since I could still breath, it was a Drifloon. "Dennis wouldn't have made it if I didn't help!"

"Alright, but I'll have to talk to Dennis." I said, stepping into the darkened bedroom. I flicked the light switch to 'on' and walked to the bedside, seeing a very pale Drifloon lay on the pillow. It looked a little, uh, flat compared to most Drifloon and its eyes were closed.

I crouched down by the bed and gently shook the poor balloon-like creature to wake it. "Hey, how do you feel?" I asked in the softest voice I could manage. Dennis' eyes fluttered open and looked in my direction, probably studying my face. "I-I need air."

I pulled out a luxury ball and held it in the palm of my metallic hand. "I'll need to take you to a Pokémon Centre." I explained, and Dennis pulled a string-like arm from the bed and tapped the button on the front of the ball in my hand.

"Spike! Get your coat!"