AN: Thanks for the characters. And I'll try and make 2 chapters a week with 5k+ words. Oh yeah, all I'm going to say is that I'm not a writer so if you want a decent story to read then tell me what i need to improve on. you can pm the criticism or review it if youre a guest ( ps i feel ive rushed it the story a bit)

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon but I do own this story and Marco

Also Jake Mornelltao belongs to Seje For Days

It was early. The sun was just barely peeking over the mountains to the east. It was quiet. Too quiet. Normally the birds would be singing their asses off, but not today. Only a stupid child repeating Pidgey could be heard outside. It wasn't long before Marco rose from his slumber, to murder the child that dared to wake him. He groaned as he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to the window with a slight sway as he shift his weight from one foot to the other. Just as he was about to open the window he sighed, then inhaled for a lengthy amount of time through his nostrils, for he was preparing himself for the mayhem he was about to unleash on the child. In a fluent motion he opened the windows. But what he saw stunned him, it was an open meadow surrounded by pine trees and a vast number of them. After a brief couple of moments he scanned his surroundings. The entire meadow was flat, there was no gradient. Which was impossible, seeing as he had snowboarded down a hill. Even the fact that he distinctly remembered seeing fewer and fewer trees. Turning his head to scan the bedroom next; he noticed it was quite a plain bedroom, but then again that's normal for spare bedroom. A single bed, with two nightstands adjacent on either side, a rectangular mirror positioned vertically on the white wall across from it. All his clothes scattered on the floor, he couldn't even remember taking his snowboard boots off. How he hadn't noticed any of this just confused himself even more. He was oblivious to everything last night. Yet the more he tried to remember the more it seemed to fade into the neither. Continuing to search through his memories, standing motionless by the window with his hand on his head and his sights on the wall. Until he heard the words Pidgey. He'd completely forgot about the kid, but he never saw a kid outside… Pidgey, Pidgey, Pidge, Pidgey, Pid came the words behind him. Slowly lowering his hand from his head and clench them both into fists he turned. There, perched on the windowsill was a gold and brown bird with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. Within an instant Marco's face contracted into deep glare, tensed jaw, brows furrowed, nose flaring. He was ready to hit this bird. With his small epiphany he concluded that whatever was happening was impossible and if this Pidgey lookalike dared to say Pidgey one more time he'd knock it out. Marco was not going to let this bird tell him he'd either lost his mind or that he wasn't on earth anymore.

Five intense minutes had gone by without Marco moving of the bird saying a word. The more Marco glared at the bird the more the bird trembled under his gaze. The poor Pidgey could feel the hostility radiating off Marco, yet it couldn't move.

"Say it, come on!" shouted Marco. He didn't care if he woke the elderly couple because he valued his own sanity over their sleep. And with that the Pidgey fainted, unable to handle the pressure anymore. Not even before the bird lost its balance did Marco snatched it from the windowsill. Thankfully for the birds sack it fainted without a bird. Feeling its soft feathery body in his hands Marco knew this was the real deal. Speaking about the real deal, in charged a small, fat creature with a faded blue tone to its body and cream stomach. Admittedly Marco had no clue as to what Pokémon this was, but seeing as all Pokémon say their name he just had to wait.

"MUNCHLAX" bellowed the small creature surprisingly loud for it size.

Before the Munchlax could make a move the elderly couple were upon it.

"Dear, what's gotten you so riled up this morning." Spoke the elderly lady.

"I, I…I just had the biggest shock of my life. Wherever this is, it's not where I'm from to say the least." Replied Marco with a low and sullen voice while placing the Pidgey back on the windowsill.

"Where are you from?" asked the old man.

Once Marco finished explaining where he came from with Pokémon terminology to the elderly couple. They offered him their son's old clothing. It was quite obvious you couldn't wear snowboarding gear as causal clothing and especially not the boots. Finally clothing himself with what was provided he took a look in the mirror. Running his hand through his hair, combing it in the process Marco had to admit that he looked good in these clothes. A dull black pair of jean, tanned army boots, a plain white t-shirt and dark brown leather bomber jacket, framed with white goat fur. Zipping the jacket up Marco headed down to the elderly couple. Arriving downstairs, Marco noticed three large eggs placed on the table and the couple smiling at him. They gave off a warm and inviting atmosphere, as if it was Christmas and they were waiting for him to open his presents.

"Since you don't have any pokemon, we've decided to offer one of these three eggs that our son's fiancée left for us." Spoke the lady with a motherly tone.

"I will have to decline on that offer. You've already gave me so much. Me, a stranger, you've feed me, gave a warm bed to sleep in, clothed me and now you're offering me one of your pokemon eggs. I could be a wicked person for all you know." Interjected Marco just as she was about to speak again.

"But you're not son. Why else do you think we'd offer you so much. You remind me of my young days, fit, handsome, humble, good mannered, a ladies man, top trainer, brave, adventurous.." the old man continued his incoherent speech more about himself than what was relatable to Marco.

"Enough about your glory days, honey. So, Marco, within these three eggs are three different pokemon obviously. To my left a Goomy will hatch, in the middle a Gibble and on the right a Swirlix. You can pick anyone, but only one." Finished the old lady.

"Umm... I'll take that one" Marco pointed to his chosen egg.

Chicago Illinois

Two teenagers stood in front of a large lake surrounded by a lush forest teaming with life. The lake easily stretched two football pitches, if not further. Above cloudless ocean, the sun cast its potent rays down onto the earth, heating everything it touched, while also making the waters surfaces shine with a splendid blue glow. A glow so powerful that it made visibility into or across the lake difficult for the two teenagers.

"Max, I don't think going into the lake is the best of ideas" said the one boy with a low and concerned voice.

"It's okay Bro. Plus, what's the worst that could happen? Hmm? A quick skinny dip. Just a simple hop in, then out. That's all." Pleaded Max as he grabbed onto the other boys shoulders, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Fine" huffed the boy in defeat, while deflating his shoulders and putting on a meek smile towards Max.

"Trust me Jake. Now come on, strip, we don't what our clothes getting wet" Max gestured as well as pushing his younger brother away. The two brothers stripped to their boxers. The larger guy, Max, towered at six foot with a muscular body, one that could only be achieved with an immense amount of training. While Jake, who was four years his junior stood at five foot six inches, with an average body type, not too much fat nor muscle. It wasn't that Jake was weak, he preferred to pursue knowledge over sports. They were both each other's opposites. Jake fascial structure was more prominent than his brother, his hair was black in a side swiped style, hazel brown eyes that hid behind his glasses and a large vertical scar going straight down the side of his forehead ending at the tip of his eyebrow. However, you could only see a fraction of it due to his haircut.

"Alright, let's jump in!" roared Max.

Before Jake could register Max was already neck deep in water.

"Sometimes, I really do wonder as to who the older brother is" Jake thought out loud as he walked into the lake. Letting out a sharp gasp as he touch the cool water. The temperature caught him off guard, compared to his brother who was unaffected by it.

"Do I really have to go in?" queried Jake.

"Of cause. It wouldn't be fun otherwise, plus, how are you going to wash, seeing as we're camping out here for the next three days. Now come on!" Replied Max, while treading water.

The more Jake walked into the water the more he regretted it. Soft mud squishing in-between his toes. Stepping into what could potentially be fish feces, which just added to his list of regrets while making him cringe at the thought. Finally knee deep in the cool water Jake's pale skin responded by creating goosebumps all over. He hated this, he didn't even know why he agreed to go camping. Yet he pushed himself to continue, further and further trudging into the water, moving through the slushy mud, feeling it move underneath his weight as if it were alive.

"See, it not that bad Jake" Max said with a smirk on his face due to his brothers dismay. He knew Jake was out his comfort zone. But it was good for him in Max's opinion. Sometimes leaving your comfort zone is the best thing that could ever happen to someone.

Swimming over to Max, Jake noticed a grey ominous cloud moving towards the sun, with clear intent on blocking it. Furthermore was an odd sight, seeing as the cloud literally appeared out of thin air and it was the only cloud in the sky.

"Max, look at that" Jake motioned to the cloud.

Turning around Max stared in confusion as to why a lone grey cloud was in the sky.

"Let's get out, just in case Max." Jake spoke with a concerned voice.

"Yeah, let's. But it sucks though, cus' you just made to me" Max replied with a dejected tone.

The two of them set off to the shore, Max a few paces ahead of Jake. As the two continued to swim Jake kicked something while swimming most likely a fish, but a fish wouldn't get kicked. They would feel the vibrations of his swimming and avoid all possible contact. With this thoughts raced through Jakes mind which only made his swim even faster. Again and again and again, Jake had repeatedly kicked the 'fish' while swimming. His heart was on the verge of breaking free from its fleshy prison, adrenalin pumping through his veins, Jake was just on the outskirts of entered the shallow end of the lake, so close to land. Until he felt an excruciating shock hit him as he hit the 'fish' for the last time. The electrical current coursed through his system, paralyzing him instantaneously. His limbs shutdown the instant he hit 'It', he couldn't even shout for his brother's help.

Sinking, further down than what was thought possible, Jake noticed a white light traveling through the watery abyss. Maybe that's the light at the end of the tunnel Jake thought incredibly calm, yet he couldn't understand as to why he was so calm nor could he comprehend the absurd plummet the light made until it rose again. Thats when he realised it wasn't the light at the end of the tunnel. With great speed the light raced towards Jake and whatever 'It' was, it was going to finish him. Closing his eyes out of pain and instinctually bracing himself for the impending impact. He waited but nothing. Nothing happened, so he opened his eyes only to shut them immediately due to the blinding light. The 'light' was mere inches from his face. How he didn't notice the light was mere inches from his face never crossed his mind. Allowing his oxygen deprived lungs to breath his doom. Jake could finally rest in the cool motionless abyss.

Sinnoh

"Ho, ho! I've got a big un'" boomed an old fisherman victoriously. Shooting to his feet and tugging at the rod as if his life depended on it ironically enough. The continuous tugging started to attract quite a crowd amongst the fisherman. Slowly a silhouette could be made out, it seemed to have a thin body, four relatively long appendages and a small oval or round one. It was then that one of the fishermen realized what the other one was reeling in…