authors note: check out the original story rosa's new perspective the basics you need to know is the pokemon waged a non lethal war against humanity to try and bring peace this obviously becomes a shit show and now humans are treated like infants by their new pokemon overlords there are such things like nurseries for humans of all ages and baby shops for humans of all ages and sizes.
Chapter 1: assassinations and hiding places.
"Alright that's it you onix fodder stay still" alex thought looking down the sights of his rifle which was pointed right at a team rocket generals head at the temple. Pulling the trigger the old rifle letting out a loud BANG sending a 303 bullet surging through and into the general's head his guards scrambling to find the source of the shot, "well one down 3 to go" alex thought putting on his gas mask and jumping down from his perch in a tree and sneaks away, hearing the noises the team rocket escort being cut short quickly and a single pistol shot alex began to move a little quicker towards his hide out, hearing a charizards roar alex went wide eyed "HAA's SHADOW!" alex thought beginning to sprint for his life slinging his rifle onto his shoulder, "shit shit shit shit" alex mutters to himself looking over his shoulder and seeing a black and gold blur jolt past, "NOT TODAY" alex yells throwing out smoke bombs and flash bangs his mask shielding him from the devices allowing him to go deeper into the forest, "almost there" alex thought as he moved a bush out from over a metal hatch and climbing into what he called home for 3 years since the revolution and sealing the door behind him locking it, sighing in relief alex took his gas mask off and put it on its hook as alex walks through the main area of the bunker he called a hideout taking a bag of rations alex sat back on the old sofa he found in the bunker, "last bag better go into town for more" alex thought adding food and bullets to his shopping list he knew he would need to use the machete this time.
After finishing his canned meal alex got up and went deeper into the bunker running a hand across the walls looking at all the old equipment he wanted to get working he knew the pokemon won but that didn't mean he wouldn't go down without a fight, "why did this happen?" alex thought as he passed an old scout tank "why would the pokemon do this?" alex thought, stopping himself alex centred himself he knew the psychic types could sense emotions anything beyond neutral and they would see him like he just shot up a flare in a snorunt storm, finally making his way to the armory alex put his rifle back in its place and seeing a torn photo of his parents on the floor alex grabbed his head at the painful memory, images of his room growing up and his mother charging in not looking very pleased went through his mind alex remembering why he tore up that photo, deciding to finish it with that picture alex took both halfs and burned it with a lighter he always kept on his belt.
After that event alex just stomped into his room and lays down on his makeshift bed at the back of the armory and takes the stuffed sheep toy he always had and hugged it and began to cry himself to sleep.