Hello reader! Welcome to my first FF! IDK if it'll be good or not, but I'll try my best! Italics have to do with what the character is thinking immediately or with telepathy, sometimes to also add emphasis/"emotion". Bold indicates a legend or powerful creature talking or for emphasis. Fav if you want, and comments of all kinds are appreciated!
IDK if this does anything, but I don't own pokémon!

Uneventful. That's the best word I have to describe my life. Nothing more, nothing less. That's fine for me though. From what I have seen, at least I'm not slaving away each waking day of my life, although, some may consider being a student just that. I guess I would say I'm just an average kid. 16 years old with average scores and an average routine. Wake up, eat, walk to school, space off during school, go home, do homework, eat, sleep, repeat. It was a quiet, average life.

However, it was also a short one. I had been walking home after I finished school, and I noticed I heard crying and hostile voices. Everyone else around me paid it no mind. I walked off to the alley that produced the sound. A girl whose name I can't remember was on the wall with four other boys surrounding her making various motions. A flash of light told me what was happening. In the hand of the assailant closest to the girl, was a small blade.

I had never been a heroic person, nor did I ever think of myself as brave. I wanted to do something for this girl, but was it worth risking my life? Of course, after a small debate with myself, I had decided for some reason that I was a Hero. No idea what gave me that notion, but whatever it was, I regret my decision.

The assailant holding the knife started getting angry and making annoyed gestures while waving around his blade. Being the newly designated hero that I was, I ran at him. I probably should have called the cops or yelled to get their attention, but I was an idiot. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy saw me. Surprised, he stepped back and held out the knife in front of him. I hit him in the eye sending him onto his back. He had looked at me horrified, but not in my eyes, but at my midsection.

Looking down, I saw a wooden object protruding from my stomach. I felt nauseous for a second before collapsing. I heard footsteps retreating from me to which I assumed was the girl. At the time I didn't think about it as my head was starting to cloud and darkness was beginning to dot my vision. The only thing in my head was simply, "I'm going to die."

.-∆-:-∆-:-∆-.

I had always assumed that there was no afterlife. Merely that when you died, you ceased to exist. Of course, the void that seemed to expand endlessly before me was clear evidence that there was at least something beyond death. I stood on the edge of what seemed to be a perfectly circular and smooth black rock the size of a football field. Everything besides the platform I stood upon was featureless, although, it did seem as though light materialized from nowhere, enough for me to see clearly. I looked down at my stomach to see that my shirt had a small hole in it, yet both my stomach and the clothes were both clean. I felt where I had been stabbed. I guess I truly am –

"Dead?"

A voice akin to a middle-aged man with the volume of a stadium-sized loudspeaker jolted me from my thought. Looking up, I spotted a large white quadruped animal from an all too familiar game. I pinched my arm as hard as I could still staring at the creature.

"You are not 'losing your mind', human."

"It... sure feels like it..." My voice cracked, but I managed to respond.

The creature was Arceus, the deity from the most nostalgic game I knew. He was easily twenty times larger than me and just as imposing. And he had definitely read my mind.

"It would be better to explain this all now without your questions and wavering voice, so I will now state the reason that you now are here.

You died protecting a girl who would have gotten away with little risk or loss. Though your attempt was in vain, you still died a 'hero'. Though, to speak honestly, you were chosen randomly. We wish to send you to a world within my multiverse. You will be given a new chance at life. A new beginning and end."

I died for nothing? A new life? What is this? Why is this happening?

A new voice spoke equally as loud as the first, but more comparable to someone my age.

"If you want a blunt answer, It's 'cause we're bored."

Snapping out of my quick trance, I noticed that three new creatures now stood next to Arceus. Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina had materialized beside Arceus, almost as equally as large. Another voice seemed to come from Palkia, but more feminine.

"You're not s'posed to say that y'know."

The same voice as the second came from Giratina's direction. "Well, there's no harm in it. Plus, if we really wanted to~, we could erase that memory from his mind."

Dialga then spoke up, "You two are both idiots. We could just get a new one."

"NO!"

The four legendary creatures all turned there gaze to me, questioning.

"I–I mean… I don't w–want to disappear… I can still do… it…"

"I think he's good enough." Palkia stated.

"We're not going to ask him for another," Arceus said, "So this human is the one we've got. We are not altering his memories either. It would not be enjoyable."

Directing his attention back at me. "You will be sent to a world that you will probably be familiar with. It is the combination of all the regions in the 'games' depicting our world. You will be within the same universe as an individual named Ash Ketchum, a year before he embarks on his 'journey'. You will become a pokémon that is chosen at random in a location that is also chosen at random. If you have questions, you will ask them now."

"There must be a reason, right?" I blurted out. "Some other reason as to why I am being sent to this universe. Like it's about to end or some 'evil' is taking over? I'm not just here for your amusement right?"

Giratina spoke up "Nope! Everything that happened in your world's 'animation' is happening in the universe we will send you to. The goals you set are the only goals that you need to follow."

So I have no purpose…

"No purpose?" Inquired Dialga. "Didn't we imply that you were providing us with entertainment?"

Well, even if it is meaningless, at least I am given a second shot at life. I can even be powerful and live a more meaningful life than my last one. A new chance, at a better life.

"I guess… I'll do what you want then… I'll go to this world."

"Very well, good luck, Zach, in your next life."

WELP! That's all folks! Hope you like for now, and please remember, I'm new to this! Tell me if anything is wrong or should be changed, but if you want to criticize, do it knowing that I'm merely a beginner.