Oddly enough, I never thought that it would turn out this way.
As any other damn kid of my generation- born in the early to mid 90's- when I was little, I wished that I could be a Pokemon trainer. Back at five or six, who honestly didn't? No sane kid that knew of Pokemon, that's for sure. It was well-known, even back then, and even in more modern years, if anything, the franchise of Pokemon has only become even more popular and larger, than it's ever been before.
It had turned into a juggernaut as the games and the show chugged along- and, it only spawned more stuff, as time went on. A manga, the anime series that continued on and on, more spin-off games than you could count, movies, merchandise- name it, and Pokemon had their own cute, little Pocket Monster version of it.
Undoubtedly with Pikachu on the front, too.
Even Pokemon condoms- you know what? Not even going to go there.
You get the point.
As our generation grew up though- let's just call us the Pokeration- we became less and less enamored with it. Love descended into an intense fondness, which again descended into normal fondness, which then finally turned into an old nostalgia. That's all it was to a lot of teenagers, though; old nostalgia. People my age- at a tender seventeen, scarcely played the games or watched the anime, as terrible as it's become, as much as they used to.
Even I couldn't deny it- I was the same. I hadn't really played Pokemon in years- and I had skipped over the third gen entirely. I'd only played the fourth generation a bit- but hardly knew any of the Pokemon from either of the generations. Only the legendaries, and the coolest ones, and I hardly even remembered them, either.
It had turned out that the anime and the games had gotten everything only a tiny bit wrong.
See, I'd gone to the Pokemon world. In person. Now, before you go calling for orderlies and padded rooms, I can easily prove it to you- and by not doing anything else but appearing in public. This had all started over one thing- and now it had become much, much more- but believe me. You'll be hearing about Pokemon trainers in the news soon, anyway.
So, like I said, the anime and the game had gotten everything a tiny bit wrong. Some of them were small, some of them were not. Things like the strength of a Pokemon, and how fast they grew- and evolution, too. It seemed that, with just as many things the games had gotten right- Pokemon species, city names… they'd gotten just as many things wrong, maybe even more.
It had started all over one thing- something that I only found out about later- but turned into much, much more- like I said before. This story will be long, and it'll be grueling. Regardless, I feel that I have to tell it- if only so that other people, who would wonder why Pokemon are starting to appear in the real world, will have an explanation.
In a way, it's my fault, due to my greed.
But, once you read this, and find out what happened, I don't think you'd blame me either, honestly.
At least, I hope you wouldn't blame me.
So, let me tell you a story.
Let me tell you a story that began extremely bizarrely.
Let me tell you the story of why an angry Tyranitar mom wanted to bash my brains in with a Rock Slide almost as soon as I got there, and a story of how the ten and a half foot tall, sage-green, rocky being had nearly done it, too.