Pupils dilate as he adjusted to the light once his eyes opened. A groan comes from the teen. Phoenix wasn't fully aware yet, but he already knew he wasn't where he knocked out at. You are able to tell what your room looks like, as it's something that is fairly easy to remember. He also noticed voices everywhere, ranging from hi to low, although they were generally quiet. Before he was able to grasp onto his surroundings, a thought crosses his mind.

"Was I drugged?" It would make sense. Believing time stopped and thinking a Pikachu attacked him seems ludicrous to think if you were realistic. Phoenix unintentionally taking a large amount of drugs in order to hallucinate and becoming knocked would make sense. Although becoming kidnapped seems unlikely, it's believable. If it's taking a while to take a grasp on what is going in in his surroundings, he could be facing somekind of drug hangover.

This was false. No hangover was present as Phoenix sees he is in a hospital. This confirms a few things. No, Phoenix did not get drugged but a did get knocked in some form; severe enough to get carried into a hospital. Phoenix doesn't have any pain anywhere, sharp or dull, but he decides to continue to lie down on his hospital bed, as he really doesn't know what happened to him. Phoenix also knows that the incident wasn't that severe since the door of his seperate room was open, allowing him to see the people walking down the hallway from what the void allows him to see.

Phoenix hasn't been in hospitals that often. Of course, he has on occasion, like getting his tonsils out. Although he isn't retarded, so he hasn't broken any bones, and he's never had to have surgery of accidents he has caused, since he has caused any major accidents. Even so, this hospital seem quaint. Visitors are apparently allowed, but their attire is different. No usual Hollister or American Eagle clothes are apparent. Work clothes are not even present. Their attire is just so... Plain. Plain might not be a good word. Their clothing can combine into something unique, as Phoenix has seen from a few people passing from the hallways. Nothing is signature. Yes, that's the best word. People in this facility have no clothes that scream any familiar brand, which screams the question why.

Phoenix was in covers. "Was I stripped," Phoenix worried. Before Phoenix was knocked out, he was wearing casual clothing. An American Eagle shirt and blue jeans. He lifted the covers slightly and was shocked to what caught his eyes. Forget being stripped, his clothes is what concerned him. He wore a shirt that looked like what it was earlier, but with different text and a different logo.

Unovian Braviary

Founded Since 1977

A red flag was raised. "Unovian, as in Unova," Phoenix questioned himself. Phoenix could be dreaming. Yet, he is self-aware which rules out the possibility. What other options could there still be to explain all of this? A prank? No, Phoenix doesn't have any nerd friends, much less friends. That also rules out any gift giving, with the reason of ruling it out the same as last. The last logical thing Phoenix can think is something happened to him that he doesn't know of. To be living in a world of Pokemon just seems wrong, and he cannot think of anything that can explain everything, so it has something that he cannot think by himself.

Wrong. As Phoenix reached his conclusion, a pink haired nurse slowly walked into his hospital room. She is Nurse Joy. You cannot mistaken Nurse Joy for anybody else. Pink hair basically rules out a lot people, but being a nurse with pink hair just confirms that it is Nurse Joy. She looked rather concerned.

"Oh why are you uncovered," Nurse Joy asked. "You should be getting rest right now."

"I feel fine," Phoenix replied. Phoenix has a million question swarming his mind, he has to ask the one with the most priority. "How did I get here?"

Nurse Joy let of a short sigh of disappointment and then answered, "I was hoping you would know. I was looking for injured along the Badlands and found you unconscious. I guessed maybe you got knocked out from exhaustion since it's a dry place, but you could have easily retreated back here."

"Where?"

"Lumiose City."

That hit Phoenix hard. This confirms that he's at least in the Pokemon world in somekind of form. Hell, even if he is somehow dreaming, it's one vivid one to the point of believing it. Hearing that he is actually in the Pokemon world gave him a reality check. What does he do? Phoenix can't simply say he somehow traveled worlds. First impressions count and being thought as a maniac is bad horrible impression to give off. He hesitated, not knowing what to say next.

"I don't remember at all what happened to me," he quietly said. He was not completely lying, as he really doesn't know what happened to him recently. He's now a new person in this planet, thus making him have no memories in Kalos and many other regions. He decided to say what he said because it can be interpretted in different ways, in which he thinks he can get out of this peculiar situation not matter what.

Nurse Joy gasped. She decided to take a seat on the hospital bed. "Do you remember anything of your past life," she asked with deep worry.

Phoenix had to answer this right. There's was one correct answer, but it was rather complex. If he said yes, he would be asked of his personal ID, which he doesn't have one. Phoenix doesn't even want to know how tedious explaining lie after lie, so he could not answer. If Phoenix said no, he was going to have to go through kind of therapy to recollect his 'lost' memories.

"Do I have any Pokemon?"

"What? That's irrelevant."

"Answer," Phoenix commanded.

"No, I found a rather large bag, but no Pokemon within the bag were present."

Phoenix sat up, he knew what to say to get out of this. "I don't remember anything of my past life," he started but I remember ways of life. I know everything aside from my personal life. Look, I'll be fine, my parents are likely in Couromine City. I'd assume I would be going to Professor Sycamore to get a starter Pokemon. I'm actually surprised I never got a Pokemon until now. If I wasn't sent to get a starter, then I just wandered off into the Badlands, making me know I live in Lumiose. If I was sent to get a starter, then I'm native to Couromine. I'll visit Professor Sycamore. He will confirm questions."

Nurse Joy hesitated. Did she really want to send somebody with no memory out into the open. She can obviously help or she can send somebody to help. The boy makes a point, though. He can settle this on his own, as he explained. Something was off for Nurse Joy. Why wouldn't the boy need help? Why did he need to do something independently? She reached a compromise with herself.

"You may go once you're ready," she started. "But, you will I will call Professor Sycamore within weeks time. You are acting suspicious."

"Dammit," Phoenix thought. He wasn't really going to go to the professor, as it was a lie was making up earlier. He really didn't want to waste time going to the lab. He needed to explore, find a place to eat and sleep, but not trying to control a lie that can snowball out of control.

"Fine," Phoenix let out with annoyance. It was subtle, but noticeable.

"I'm trying to you here," Nurse Joy her head. "I don't understand why you seem so upset by my compromise. It is a compromise. I could be all up your business right now. You should be happy that I'm not."

She wasn't wrong.

"Sorry," Phoenix apologized. He wanted to change this conversation fast as he now realized his rudeness, but couldn't find anything which is dumbfounding considering he just travelled worlds. Phoenix was able to overcome his slight word slump by weakly saying, "I'm ready to go."

"You sure," Nurse Joy automatically asked. Of course she knew that the answer was inevitable, it's always worth asking.

"Yes," Phoenix replied, getting out of the thin sheets of blankets he was in. Nurse Joy got out of the bed just make sure Phoenix doesn't struggle, as it wasn't the largest bed. Once Phoenix was able to get on solid ground, he wobbled slightly. Phoenix assumed that he's been unconscious for a while now, since his legs aren't used on being on ground for a while. Phoenix was about to walk out of the door, but was stopped by Nurse Joy's voice.

"Are you seriously going without knowing what you're doing," she wondered. "Come on, I know you're not dense. Take a left, then take the first right, and you should find an elevator. Go down to the first floor and you should find an assistant to guide you to your room."

"Why do I need a room," Phoenix thought. He was going to check in for a room anyways, since Phoenix knew he needed a place to stay, but he doesn't see why he needs it now.

"Thank you," Phoenix finally let out with politeness as walked walked out the door. Phoenix followed her instructions, as the hospital wasn't to complex. White walls with a white tile floor. The hallways were empty, until he took a right. He saw an Audino at the end of the hallway. Phoenix blinked, then violently slapped himself. He was not ready to see a Pokemon yet, and checking if he was imagining again made that slap well worth it. Phoenix basically spamming the button now, trying to get out of the reality check. The door slowly opened to his avail.

Phoenix stepped inside and pressed "1". Phoenix slumped to wall and put his hands over his face.

"What is happening," he broke out with a tear shed. "What do I do now? Nobody in their right mind would be able to handle this, but why me?" More tears come out as ding is heard. He looks up, but it wasn't his floor, it floor three. A man walked in. He looked exactly like the business man sprite from Black and White, but Phoenix's case, he looks like a human. He snickers, giving the man a quizical look on the cradled teen.

"What floor were you on, son," the man asked.

"Seven," Phoenix responds, letting his hands off his face making the man see his teary eyes.

"Might want to go back up there. Your mental illness doesn't seem cured."

Fuck. Him.

Phoenix stands to regain some dignity; his destination is coming soon anyways. Oh he was pissed. Due to personality though, he can't act back through violence. He never had the guts or strength to try. Phoenix simply couldn't think of a comeback either, as there was he can comeback to. Comments like that leaves Phoenix to bitter hate.

Luckily, the door opens, having him to step out, and going to a empty table. Phoenix had a sight to behold. If you had to compare the Pokemon Center to anything, it would be a cafe. People were in small groups everywhere, even with Pokemon that still gave Phoenix discomfort but there was no feeling of chaos in the lobby of the center. Everybody seemed like having a good time, having a few laughs and chatting up conversations, but it never further than that.

The Pokemon Center itself gave an unfamiliar style to Phoenix, yet it still looked modern. The reception was to the east of him, which was the most northern and center part of the center aside from two doors that were east and west of the elevators, one which Phoenix was using. The walls were white, but were associated with a bunch of tables, TV's, and plants to make the place feel like home. What first caught his attention was the windows in front of him. They were huge giving him a sneak peak of what's to come for Lumiose City with the multitudes of people, cars, and advertisements in the day-lit city.

This felt like his social gathering to Phoenix. Schools were not meant for him. Idiocy becoming your comedy was one thing Phoenix could not stand, and no groups in his schools had a feeling of control. The center had diverse age groups here and yet they all showed more amounts of maturity then his classmates can ever hold. The problem is now is that he is currently alone, looking like an idiot whilst sitting slightly blurry eyed. He had to move before he raised too much attention.

"Where is the assistant, dammit," Phoenix scolded at himself in frustration. The first thing he thought of was the reception, but of course nobody was there. He assumed nobody affiliated with Pokemon Center was in the lobby since nobody seemed clothed that showed that they were working of the center. A Chansey walks out the door of the opposite side of where he was. Phoenix gets in a casual fashion, walking in pace that created a medium between speed and casualty. Chansey on the other hand was just checking on bystanders seeing if they were OK. Phoenix approaches Chansey behind her while Chansey is still consversating with other people, while Phoenix decides to have the guts to ask her a question

"Hey Chansey," Phoenix started, tapping Chansey. She turns around, giving full attention. "I was sent by Nurse Joy to find an assistant, may you show me where that person may be?"

"Chansey," Chansey replied, and with the positive attitude, Phoenix assumed that was a yes. Chansey hopped happily towards the hallway she was once in. Phoenix followed with slight uncertainty, but wasn't going to question. As he reached the hallway, the floor was replaced by carpet, but it kept the white wall. No decorations were there aside from an occasional plant or lamp. Several doors were here however, all marked with numbers, which was good reason why Phoenix would question why would they find the assistant here, as he would assume that person would be in somewhere easy to find.

Chansey stopped at door to Phoenix's left. Chansey pointed to it.

"Chansey," she chirped.

Oh, Phoenix is an idiot. This Chansey was the assistant Nurse Joy mentioned. Thinking of Chansey as an assistant seemed unimaginable at first, since he always referred an assistants as a human. He needed to make check list for these reality checks. Being stuck in the Pokemon world? Check. Talking to Nurse Joy? Check. Being inside a Pokemon Center? Check. Referring a Pokemon as an assistant? Check? Talking to a Pokemon? Check.

"Thank you Chansey," he said opening the door.

Thanking a Pokemon? Check. Chansey simply hopped back to the lobby of the center singing along. Phoenix pushed the door, letting him see what the room of a Pokemon Center looked like. It was nothing special. It was really just a hotel room, but it was a free hotel room, which made him feel spoiled knowing that he can live in one of those everyday. Also, he got a view of the city from the window in the room. What caught his attention, though, was the grey backpack on the bed.

The Nike symbol was on it.


I am capable of writing long chapters, but the first chapter didn't give me much to write. Anywho, four thousand words for two chapters should capture some attention, which I would love. Reviews are appreciated, but a follow or favorite would be amazing to know if this story is decent (not trash). Consistency of chapters should be every month if I was realistic, but maybe I can motivate myself to update more frequently. Also, in reviews, it would be nice to know any inconsistencies with the anime as it will be in this world. I know for sure I can't write for a while because I have to wait until the Ash vs. Clemont battle. Why? No spoiler m8.

Update 7/17/15 - This is really outdated. I added a good 700 words from the first chapter since I had an idea. The Ash vs. Clemont battle happened ages ago, so there's nothing to be concerned about there. I also decided to only do the disclaimer at the beginning of the story because I think you guys get the point.