Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of it's characters. I do however own the Original Character and his family.

AN: This story will be written in a 1st Person POV. With enough requests, after this story has ended I will gladly write one in a 3rd Person POV, or a Narrative, if you prefer it being called that.

Something was wrong. I knew that something was off the second I opened my eyes, only to close them shut again as piercing sunlight attacked the sensitive organs. I was supposed to be dead, wasn't I? Am I in the hospital? Did I survive? I quickly shut down the rapid flow of thoughts flooding my brain and allowed my body's other senses to work so I could gain a better understanding of where I was without submitting my eyes to the torturous sunlight. As my mind slowed, i allowed my body's other senses to work. I was oddly warm and felt surprisingly comfortable given my previous situation. I could tell there was a blanket of some sort covering me so I was most likely in a bed. Where ever I was, it smelled fresh and clean, but not the overpowering Hospital clean. Was I in some sort of room?

Might as well look. Slowly, this time. Sluggishly, darkness gave into light as my eyes opened to the sight of a ceiling. I rolled my head to the left and immediately began to regret that decision, as I stared right into the bright sunlight shooting through the open window. I quickly turned my head to the right, squinting in slight pain as I looked around the apparent room I was in. On the opposite side of the room, there was a large mirror leaning against the wall, next to what i assumed was a closet. I could see an empty bookshelf and in front of it where countless boxes, which would explain why the room was mostly barren. My eyes came across a large TV, surrounded by a tangle of cords and open boxes. At the foot of the bed there was a desk, on it a computer monitor with a tower sitting next to it. It was on, which caught my interest.

I slid my body to the side of the bed before throwing off the blankets and hopping down. I stumbled and nearly fell, before regaining my balance much slower than normal. I looked down and realized why. I was thin. Much thinner than I had been, but not sickeningly so. Previously, before the events that lead up to now, I was rather husky but not over weight. it seemed I had somehow reverted to how I was before my depression had set in as a pre-teen. Happiness was the first emotion that crossed my mind, quickly followed by fear. What exactly is going on? I'm certain I died back then, but I'm obviously alive now. I turned my attention back to the computer. Hopefully this will give me answers as to why I'm here. if not... Well, sorry to whoever this belongs to. Warily, I made my way over and sat down in the surprisingly comfortable computer chair and pulled out the keyboard tray.

I quickly noticed it was on a login screen, but my mind reeled in shock as I read the username displayed. I read over it several times to be sure, even pinched myself enough to get a yelp of pain but the name never changed. Joshua. Why is my name on this computer? Is... is this really mine? Or am I in someone's house that shares my name? Apprehension began to swell in my chest as I slowly began typing in a password. The password I used before all this. I paused, my pinky finger hovering over the Enter key on the keyboard. My hand twitched, causing my pinky to hit the key. I closed my eyes in anticipation, my mind racing with thoughts. I gave a slight peek and my body froze. Why do I have access to this computer?! I should, for all reasons, be DEAD right now. This shou-, My thoughts were interrupted as the Welcome screen gave way to the desktop, an image of every type of Poke-ball as the background image.

I don't understand. How is any of this happening? This was almost too much, but I forced myself to calm down. I had to be calm and learn as much as I can about the situation before making any conclusions. To make sure, I scanned the monitor and sure enough all of my icons were there, but before I could question it, an alert flashed onto the screen. "One new item in storage? The hell?" I wondered allowed, all nervousness forgotten. As I placed my hand down to where I thought the mouse would be, but I all I felt was the cool wood of the desk. My eyes glanced down to my hand before shooting back to the monitor. "This isn't touch screen, is it?"

I carefully brought my hand resting on the desk up and tapped the View Storage button. Surely enough, it accepted and opened up what seemed to be a number of slots. In the first slot was a small, bottle icon with an exclamation point over it. Without thinking, i tapped it and a sudden flash caused me to jump in surprise. On the edge of the desk was a futuristic looking spray bottle, but it seemed familiar, like I had seen it and used it many times before. It was relatively small, so it wasn't something used for cleaning. I picked it up and gave it an experimental spray on my other palm. My nose twitched at the smell, which was a vague kind of air freshener. Slowly, all surprise and apprehension I had disappeared and I began feeling much better than before. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, I mused silently.

I felt a draft drift through the room and I looked down as it caressed my legs. "Well shit." In the shock of my body's state, i guess I missed the fact that I was in nothing but boxers. I glanced over to the open window and sighed at my stupidity. There was a chance someone could've seen me, but that didn't bother me nearly as much as my current situation, which was lessened by the mysterious substance the bottle had produced. It was strange, being able to relieve the negative emotions and effects of the receiver. I suppose it was needed, though. Attempting to calm myself only worked for a limited time, but given my situation, I suppose it was to be expected.

My wandering thoughts were interrupted by the fact that I needed clothes before much more progress could be made. I stood up, the back of my legs pushing the rolling chair back a few inches as I made my way to what I hoped was the closet. Please let there be clothes. I reached forward, opening the closet, my eyes were met with the mixing colors of sky blue, white, and grey. I couldn't tell what the clothes were, as they were all a spread out mess on the floor of the closet.

I kneeled down, pulling out clothes from the tangled mess. I managed to pull out what looked like a sky blue jacket that had a grayish blue pattern covering both shoulders in what looked like half of a Poke-ball design and a white hood. I thought nothing of it and searched for a shirt I could hopefully put on under the jacket, as it was probably too warm to keep the jacket zipped up. I grabbed a normal, white tee shirt, followed by grey cargo pants.

I stood up, holding the items with a blank look. This isn't something I'd usually wear, but at this point, I'll take it. I quickly put them on, walking over to the mirror to take an honest look at the 'new' me. The first and only thing I noticed was that my hair had changed ever so slightly. While it was still black, it had a more disheveled, longer look than before so the bangs framed my face in a way that was strange for me to see, but I wasn't too bothered by it. My eyes were still brown and the shape of my face had leaned up and become a bit sharper, I assume it did so when my body had undergone it's sudden change. Overall, I liked the look. Leaving the jacket unzipped exposed the white shirt underneath, and the cargo pants fit well, not too baggy nor too tight, just as I preferred.

Pondering on what may be happening, I heard a faint knocking. I paused and listened, only to hear it again. I realized it was the front door. Someone was there, trying to get in contact with me. I almost panicked, but whatever that bottle had done was keeping me from doing so and I was beginning to be grateful for it. I spotted a pair of black running shoes. The knocking came again, only this time much louder and faster.

Quickly, I rushed over to my bed and had the shoes on in a few seconds, even though I didn't really like running shoes. Can't complain at the moment, though. Only thing I seem to have. I sighed before rushing to the door to my room and opening it. "Just a minute!" I called. The knocking stopped, and I quickly made my way to the front door, ignoring the other bedrooms, bathroom and the kitchen as I passed by them.

Once I reached the front door, I took a steadying breath and placed my hand of the door knob. Just relax, and be aware, I told myself. I opened the door, and I froze once more in shock, though I tried to hide it. My mind traveled at sonic speeds, questions coming and going in less than a second as I stared at the two people in front of me.

Serena? Shauna? What the hell is going on?!

AN: Well, this was my first fanfiction in 1st Person, so I do apologize for any mistakes. I don't have much time to read over and correct it all, but I'll try my best with what I have. Constructive Criticism is welcome, as long as it's actually helpful. I'll try and answer any questions you may have in the next chapter. I know it's short, but I'll try and make the next chapters longer. Until then, bye!