Déjà vu
I own nothing but my own Ideas
You wake up in a truck. You wonder if you have defeated the Pokémon League again, and If this is how you get home after you do. You never remember how you always manage to end up in your room, but you always assumed that the transportation of the champion would be more dignified. You haven't traveled like this since you moved to Hoenn , and Mom was too cheep to buy you a train pass.
You jump out of a truck, to find out it is a Moving truck for furniture.
"Why wouldn't Mom have talked to me about this?" You wonder. "Surely mom realizes Norman and I have jobs here, and even if she divorced Norman without me knowing, she has no reason to even think of pulling this stunt."
You turn towards your Mother-ready to give her a piece of your mind- but the scenery takes your breath away, and not because it is pretty. You appear to be moving to Littleroot town. Again. The movers and Pokémon are bringing things in to the house you have lived in for over a year. Your mom is gushing, but you cant bring yourself to pay attention to her.
You go through the motions mechanically. You aren't even slightly surprised when your mom calls you down to look at the TV, or to go introduce yourself to your neighbor. You were meaning to visit May latter anyway, and May is good at that.
You don't register until later that your mom never said May.
May's mother is clearly a part of this scam. Than again, people rarely feel inclined to vary their conversations with you. You decided long ago, that you either look very boring, or they are unimaginative. The end result was learning to keep your mouth shut, rather then voice this question.
You walk into the bedroom, and the Pokéball is in a different spot then it normally is. You only notice this, because everything else about the room would be eerily accurate,, if it were not green.
"It must be part of the prank," you decide.
Then you walk into the room.
Only its not you, because you are sitting on May's floor. It looks like you, in fact the likeness is so accurate, it could be your clone. It must be a Ditto.
The Ditto open its mouth, and introduces its self as Brendan, Professor Birch's son.
Professor Birch does have a son, but he is not your age.
Meanwhile, Brandan the Ditto, is on May's P.C.
You're beginning to panic.
"Where is May!" You want to ask. "Why hasn't she jumped out and declared you fooled yet.
You walk out of the house, vowing to find her.
Someone informs you that a Pokémon is chasing Professor Birch (again).You grab for a Pokéball at you side, only to find air.
"What's Going On!" You shout, storming into the woods.
Angrily, you grab Torchic, ( somewhere in your confusion you notice it is female this time), and beat the level three wild Pokémon.
You catch sight of May in a puddle, copying your every action. It must be Brendan the Ditto. Purposely, you fall into the puddle, hoping he (she? It?)? would follow.
Nothing lands on you.
This is a bit far for a prank. Perhaps you have been drugged, or fell into a coma. Perhaps it's a drug induced coma.
You move to cover your chest, but it feels wrong. You put your hands on it, and there are boobs. Not giant boobs, but the wrong size for any guy to have. Guys don't have boobs. It's a fact of life that you have somehow broken.
You look into the puddle, and Mays silhouette looks back. This has to be a dream.
Only it doesn't feel like it. And that scares you more than anything.
You have to wake up!
Welcome to Pokémon Emerald, Mr. Sapphire. Only, somehow that name is no longer appropriate.
New game, Time travel, AU, and gender-swap. Poor Sapphire.