A/N: The Eris In Sinnoh Story, is an M!A Drabble from a Tumblr RP Blog ( eris-in-sinnoh ). Updates will happen there first, and then will be transferred here so they are are stored in one easy location, for people who missed some posts. I'm having a lot of fun with this one, so I want to store it somewhere easier to find later, as well as easier to find for my followers! Its sort of a 'PAC' Adventure, except it'll follow the Mun's 'original' story, with the Platinum Theme. Therefore, this is an AU of the Platinum Game.

Warning: Mild Violence for now!


Overview:

Eris awoke one morning, in a strange place, in a strange land, with no memories of her past, how she got there, or even who she was. As she heads out on her journey to recover her memories, she finds that there is things even more strange going on in Sinnoh, then just her missing memories!


Chapter One: The Girl with No Memories

The first thing she knew, was bright sunlight streaming through her eyelids. The sounds of Bird Pokemon chirping could be heard through the otherwise silent air. Slowly, she opened her eyes. For a second of two, the bright light of the room on the other side of her eyelids blinded her, and she had to blink a few times against the light. She lay there for a few moments longer, letting her eyes adjust to the light, before leaning up, and looking around.

She was apparently in a room. She had been laying in a bed, a blanket flipped forward as she leaned up. The room was sparsely decorated, and painted completely white. A single bed pressed up against the wall, with a single white-wash nightstand next to it. A lamp and flower vase, as well as a clipboard rested on the nightstand. Across the room was a white and blue dresser, the roof above it sloping above it. Next to the dresser was a small window, the window open and letting a nice, warm breeze through. The breeze blew through the curtains, swaying them out into the room.

She blinked a few more times

Finally, she decided she had enough of waiting, and swung her legs out of the bed. She was slightly surprised to find herself in a strange, old-fashioned nightgown. She stepped forward and twirled around, letting the nightgown twirl out about her, before patting the skirt back down.

She looked around the room again, spotting something folded up on the nightstand. She slowly started towards it, a little uneasy at first. For a second, she feared she had forgotten how to walk, but by the time she had reached the dresser, she was walking steadily. The items folded on the dresser were a worn-out blue and grey hooded vest, a black long sleeved shirt, and skinny black jeans. She made an expression of disgust at the ensemble, and folded them back up, before opening up the drawers, and beginning to snoop through them. Each drawer was emptyyipyout even know if she could respond. She opened her mouth, only to wonder if she could even talk? Instead of replying, she just shut her mouth and nodded.

"I who was she? She looked down at her bare feet, twisting her feet in, pigeon-toed slightly, as she clenched the skirt of her nightdress tightly, with her free hand.

"Donve been unconscious for a few days now. We were worrying if youCome on! Everyone would like to meet you! And Ire up! Wes your name? Where did you come from? You literally just appeared in the Inn, and no one knew how you got there or anything! Oh yeah, my parents own this Inn, I work here part time some times to help out, but they were nice enough to leave you a bed, since the local hospital isn

She bit her bottom lip as she followed him out the room, and down the stairs to the Lobby of the Inn. He stopped walking in front of the reception desk, and started talking to a woman behind the counter. While the two spoke, she preoccupied herself with looking around the Lobby. It wasn't very large. Besides the reception desk, there was a small table and four chairs off to the side, and a couple of doors leading off into other rooms, and two large glass doors leading into the Lobby. Everything was whitewashed, or hand painted with blue trimming. With the sunlight streaming through the window, it cast a rather calming atmosphere.

"Hey! You okay?" Nolan's voice broke through her thoughts, and her attention snapped back to him. She noticed that the two of them were staring at her with worried expressions. She took a step back, and nodded vigorously… she didn't want them to worry about her!

"Are you hungry?" The woman behind the desk asked, "Nolan, take her to the Restaurant and get her something to eat! She hasn't eaten in days, and she's so skinny!"

Days? Was she really asleep for days? And why didn't she remember anything? Everything was blurry…

She lowered her head, a worried expression crossing her own face.

"Oh sweetheart!" The woman said, before flipping open a section of the counter, and walking out from behind the desk, "We're not going to charge you for the food or the stay, not when we don't even know how you got there! But heavens you had us worried! When we found you, we were afraid someone had left us a dead body!" She walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "I am glad you're awake! I hope you don't mind the nightdress, the clothes we found you in were much to big for you, and were so ratty and dirty that I just had to have them washed! They are folded up in the room you awoke in."

So those ratty clothing up in the room was hers? She must have made a face again, because the other woman started laughing.

"I'm Bertha, Nolan's Mother, and I'm the Hostess of this establishment!" She grabbed her by the shoulders, and started leading her to one of the doors to the left, "What's your name dear?"

When she did not reply, Bertha stopped walking, and walked around to face her. She looked down at her feet again, clenching her hands in her skirt again. She didn't even have the answer to that question… who was she? Slowly, she shrugged.

"She hasn't said a word yet." Nolan said from behind them. She jumped slightly, twisting her neck around to look over her shoulder. He was standing right behind them, his arms folded.

"Well then," Bertha sighed, "We can deal with that later. First, a meal!" She grabbed her by the hand, and lead her through the door.

The room on the other side was larger then the lobby, and full of tables. A few of the Inn's guests were sitting down, eating their lunches. A quiet murmur went through the room as the guests enjoyed their food and their private conversations. Bertha ignored them, and lead her to an empty table before sitting her down.

"Go get a plate for her." She said, looking up at Nolan. The young man nodded, and disappeared through a door at the back of the room.

Bertha sat across from her, "So… the doctor we brought in, said you had diminished brain activity while you were comatose. I'm not sure what that means, but he said it was a problem we'd face if you ever woke up. I wonder if that's why you don't seem to remember your name? Can you remember anything at all?"

She shook her head.

Bertha sighed, "No name… no identification. You don't even have a Pokemon on you."
"P-Pokemon?" The word slipped out of her lips, without her even realizing it.

Both Bertha and herself looked taken back by the sudden word, but Bertha's surprise disappeared under a warm smile.

"So you can talk?" Bertha smiled, "That's good. Do you know what Pokemon are, dear?"
"Pokemon…" She repeated. The word felt so familiar on her lips. It gave her a warm, happy feeling. She wrapped her arms around herself, and felt a soft smile twitching at the corner of her lips. "Pokemon…"
"That's right." Bertha nodded, "Pokemon are creatures that inhabit this world…"

Just as she said that, Nolan returned into the room, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. He placed it down in front of her, and sat himself down in a chair beside her.

"Eat up dear." Bertha smiled.

She nodded, before picking up the spoon. As she grabbed the spoon, her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't realized how hungry she was! Without a moment's hesitation, she dug into the soup, shoveling it into her mouth as fast as she could.

Bertha smiled warmly, "Glad to see you have an appetite! Maybe we can get some meat back on those bones? Oh!" She turned to Nolan, affectionately slapping his arm, "Nolan, call out Booboo!"
Nolan blushed, "It's Buizel, Mom."
"Don't back talk and call him out!" She snapped.

Nolan sighed and stood up, before reaching for a small white and red ball attached to his belt. "Do you know what this is?" He asked.

She stared at it… it looked familiar but… everything was so blurry… she definitely recognized it but…

She shook her head.

"It's called a Pokeball. Its a device that stores Pokemon. You just press this button in the center," he paused to demonstrate, "Voila!" The Pokeball grew to twice the size it was before. He threw it into the air, and in a flash of light, a Pokemon burst out, and landed on the ground beside him.

"Buizel!" It called out.
"Meet Buizel!" Nolan smiled, patting the Pokemon on the head, "He's a Pokemon. There are many different kinds all over the world though, not just this guy! There are well over seven hundred kinds of Pokemon!"

She looked at Buizel. There was nothing familiar about this creature to her, but it still gave her a warm, happy feeling. She smiled and reached over towards it. Buizel walked over towards her, and nuzzled her hand with his head.

"People and Pokemon live side-by-side." Bertha stated, "Some people keep them as pets, some as partners for work, and others use them in battles."
"Pokemon Battles." She said. She jumped slightly. How did she know that? Why did that word sound familiar to her?
"That's right." Bertha nodded, "Looks like you remember at least that much. We'll let you finish up your meal, and then Nolan will take you to see the Doctor. Oh! But first you should get dressed. A young lady shouldn't be walking around in a nightdress!"

She looked down at herself, and blushed slightly, before nodding, and drowning down the rest of her soup.

She let Nolan pull her down the stairs and into the Lobby of the Inn. He stopped walking in front of the reception desk, and started talking to a woman behind the counter. While the two spoke, she preoccupied herself with looking around the Lobby. It wasn't very large. Besides the reception desk, there was a small table and four chairs off to the side, and a couple of doors leading off into other rooms, and two large glass doors leading into the Lobby. Everything was whitewashed, or hand painted with blue trimming. With the sunlight streaming through the window, it cast a rather calming atmosphere.

"Hey! You okay?" Nolan's voice broke through her thoughts, and her attention snapped back to him. She noticed that the two of them were staring at her with worried expressions. She took a step back, and nodded vigorously… she didn't want them to worry about her!

"Are you hungry?" The woman behind the desk asked, "Nolan, take her to the Restaurant and get her something to eat! She hasn't eaten in days, and she's so skinny!"

Days? Was she really asleep for days? And why didn't she remember anything? Everything was blurry…

She lowered her head, a worried expression crossing her own face.

"Oh sweetheart!" The woman said, before flipping open a section of the counter, and walking out from behind the desk, "We're not going to charge you for the food or the stay, not when we don't even know how you got there! But heavens you had us worried! When we found you, we were afraid someone had left us a dead body!" She walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "I am glad you're awake! I hope you don't mind the nightdress, the clothes we found you in were much to big for you, and were so ratty and dirty that I just had to have them washed! They are folded up in the room you awoke in."

So those ratty clothing up in the room was hers? She must have made a face again, because the other woman started laughing.

"I'm Bertha, Nolan's Mother, and I'm the Hostess of this establishment!" She grabbed her by the shoulders, and started leading her to one of the doors to the left, "What's your name dear?"

When she did not reply, Bertha stopped walking, and walked around to face her. She looked down at her feet again, clenching her hands in her skirt again. She didn't even have the answer to that question… who was she? Slowly, she shrugged.

"She hasn't said a word yet." Nolan said from behind them. She jumped slightly, twisting her neck around to look over her shoulder. He was standing right behind them, his arms folded.

"Well then," Bertha sighed, "We can deal with that later. First, a meal!" She grabbed her by the hand, and lead her through the door.

The room on the other side was larger then the lobby, and full of tables. A few of the Inn's guests were sitting down, eating their lunches. A quiet murmur went through the room as the guests enjoyed their food and their private conversations. Bertha ignored them, and lead her to an empty table before sitting her down.

"Go get a plate for her." She said, looking up at Nolan. The young man nodded, and disappeared through a door at the back of the room.

Bertha sat across from her, "So… the doctor we brought in, said you had diminished brain activity while you were comatose. I'm not sure what that means, but he said it was a problem we'd face if you ever woke up. I wonder if that's why you don't seem to remember your name? Can you remember anything at all?"

She shook her head.

Bertha sighed, "No name… no identification. You don't even have a Pokemon on you."
"P-Pokemon?" The word slipped out of her lips, without her even realizing it.

Both Bertha and herself looked taken back by the sudden word, but Bertha's surprise disappeared under a warm smile.

"So you can talk?" Bertha smiled, "That's good. Do you know what Pokemon are, dear?"
"Pokemon…" She repeated. The word felt so familiar on her lips. It gave her a warm, happy feeling. She wrapped her arms around herself, and felt a soft smile twitching at the corner of her lips. "Pokemon…"
"That's right." Bertha nodded, "Pokemon are creatures that inhabit this world…"

Just as she said that, Nolan returned into the room, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. He placed it down in front of her, and sat himself down in a chair beside her.

"Eat up dear." Bertha smiled.

She nodded, before picking up the spoon. As she grabbed the spoon, her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't realized how hungry she was! Without a moment's hesitation, she dug into the soup, shoveling it into her mouth as fast as she could.

Bertha smiled warmly, "Glad to see you have an appetite! Maybe we can get some meat back on those bones? Oh!" She turned to Nolan, affectionately slapping his arm, "Nolan, call out Booboo!"
Nolan blushed, "It's Buizel, Mom."
"Don't back talk and call him out!" She snapped.

Nolan sighed and stood up, before reaching for a small white and red ball attached to his belt. "Do you know what this is?" He asked.

She stared at it… it looked familiar but… everything was so blurry… she definitely recognized it but…

She shook her head.

"It's called a Pokeball. Its a device that stores Pokemon. You just press this button in the center," he paused to demonstrate, "Voila!" The Pokeball grew to twice the size it was before. He threw it into the air, and in a flash of light, a Pokemon burst out, and landed on the ground beside him.

"Buizel!" It called out.
"Meet Buizel!" Nolan smiled, patting the Pokemon on the head, "He's a Pokemon. There are many different kinds all over the world though, not just this guy! There are well over seven hundred kinds of Pokemon!"

She looked at Buizel. There was nothing familiar about this creature to her, but it still gave her a warm, happy feeling. She smiled and reached over towards it. Buizel walked over towards her, and nuzzled her hand with his head.

"People and Pokemon live side-by-side." Bertha stated, "Some people keep them as pets, some as partners for work, and others use them in battles."
"Pokemon Battles." She said. She jumped slightly. How did she know that? Why did that word sound familiar to her?
"That's right." Bertha nodded, "Looks like you remember at least that much. We'll let you finish up your meal, and then Nolan will take you to see the Doctor. Oh! But first you should get dressed. A young lady shouldn't be walking around in a nightdress!"

She looked down at herself, and blushed slightly, before nodding, and drowning down the rest of her soup.