You know the drill. I don't condone and neither do I support the ideology of Nazism or any forms of racial discrimination against minorities, and so on. Pokémon and all other related things belong to their respective owners Nintendo and Game Freak. Our main protagonist here is written as my interpretation for how he might think and act according to the circumstances present. Both positive and negative reviews are appreciated and enjoy!

Chapter I

l never really gave much serious consideration to what might happen to me in the afterlife over the course of my life. Early on in my childhood there was of course the natural fear of which one lacked the capacity to understand. Though in my mind I always held an inherent distrust of christian theologies regarding their loyalties and purpose in nature.

Though when push came to shove I considered the Church more sound in reality than the backwards atheist views of the Communist parasites. In daily life I only paid it any mind when they worked against the interests of Germany and the National Socialist outlook. Otherwise the actual spiritual and church doctrine they preached did not concern me personally since obviously there was more to worry about in life than in death after all. Matters of state and politicking should take priority before anything else in my opinion.

With that in mind it was always in my belief that all proper German citizens must wholeheartedly conduct themselves in a manner most productive for society as a whole for as long as they draw breath, with superstitions and spirituality only existing as a placeholder for basic morality until true National Socialist beliefs could take a firm hold on the German psyche. Only at that point with the absurdities of religious morality out of the way could a proper judgement be made.

As a farmer conducts himself in his fields and harvests his crops he does not concern himself with the intricacy's of political thought but of the realities closest in sight, Christianity was a good placeholder for easing a farmers worries about such theological questions like the afterlife, but that was only a temporary solution anyhow. Given enough time I'm sure we would have eventually established a proper synergy of christian and national socialist beliefs to account for those sort of questions better, though our attempts were always with mixed results. Himmler had certainly given me a few suggestions about such things...

Regarding the events that unfolded before Germany's untimely demise, it is unfortunate that the unholy Jewish alliance of Bolsheviks, English Imperialists, and American leeches managed to route most of the Wehrmacht's ground forces. Try as I might to mobilize the entire German people it simply was too little too late. The greatest army in the world was in disarray, logistics and supply chains broken, and the people were losing faith. Another war being lost would almost certainly mean the dissolution of Germany as I knew it. So when defeat was all but inevitable I did all that could be done to ensure there would be nothing left of Germany for the treacherous Allies to get their hands on as spoils of war. Nothing but salted earth and the dust of a once great people.

I digress, such intense experiences of leadership were mainly of my former life as the Führer.

Reincarnated into a completely new world, a surprising reality which could be the only logical conclusion given the fact that my body and appearance was no longer the same as before, but now that of a young toddler no older than perhaps a few years old. Yet all my memories and experiences from my years in the trenches up to my days in the Führerbunker were still crystal clear. A very strange occurrence I couldn't comprehend the complexities of, but there was no reason to ponder over a question with no answer. My consciousness remained intact and given new life, that was the only important thing which needed understanding.

Having gone from undisputed ruler of the German people to having little control of even my own bodily functions and motor control was an uncomfortable but not entirely unwelcome development given what could have been my previous fate if I lived out whatever humiliating surrender Stalin and the Allies would have put me through. While it is the unfortunate truth that I had taken the easy way out by leaving the reigns of leadership to Doenitz it must be admitted that the way the war had gone in the end alongside me being well past my prime had impacted my overall mental health. With my decision making capabilities damaged I found myself in a rare state of weakness I justified to myself what seemed to most reasonable given the alternative options and so I "bit the bullet" so to speak. Had the war gone in our favor I likely would have been healthy as a horse, maybe even lived a couple decades further! The health of Führer was distinctly tied to the health of his Reich after all.

The place I found myself in was substantially different technologically and culturally than I could comprehend at the moment, with all sorts of animals and visually strange creatures of the like being displayed as decorations in and around my crib. With the most common general reference to them as a whole being Pokemon instead of using standard mammalia classifications, I'll most likely inquire or learn about such things at a later time. At least language appeared to have some semblance of normality resembling a form of English, though with the lack of information regarding my geopolitical situation I couldn't quite say whether my guardians were Americans or English.

"Ma-Ma say Ma-Ma!" A voice, it was my mother speaking out to me.

"Ma ma."

"Yay you did it!"

I decided to go along with the seemingly monotonous motions of this second childhood as to not arouse any suspicions of my intelligence until I deemed it appropriate. There was little else to do in all honesty but absorb as much information about my surroundings as possible, there was plenty to learn of course. What my ambitions, desire, achievements should be in this second life I have no clue. I had spent so much time, blood, sweat, and tears, dedicating myself completely to the National Socialist cause for the betterment of Germany ever since I became Chancellor that I hadn't fully considered the possibility of a long retirement, if one could even call this that.

I lived what could be considered a full and eventful life, having reached so close to accomplishing my dreams and ambitions before it all came crashing down into a blazing hell before disintegrating into nothing but ash. Now I find myself on the mortal plane again with my mind completely intact. Why me? I wondered. With all that I ever accomplished becoming null I find myself without direction. Though I'm not the type of person that would roll over and accept a meaningless existence, so long as I retained my identity I would act always in a manner a Führer always should. Give or take a decade I'll be able to come up with a proper understanding and purpose for this new life, whatever it may be.