Apparently some weird coding shit happened. I don't know why. Sorry about that.

A.N

To anyone who follows my author's page and is like WTF this isn't your avengers SI, yes I know, I'm about halfway through that I just really wanted to write this. At this rate the next chapter for that will be in another 6 months . I'm just joking – but I wanted to write this.

For Readers of this Fic:

Updates will be inconsistent, but I'll try. This chapter is much shorter than the rest plan to be, and to be quite frank, I started it a while back, so I'm not a huge fan of the writing quality, though the end is at least slightly better. The proceeding chapters should be much more consistent and readable.

Chapter 1

So there I am, just minding my own business, about to go to another day at work when shit hits the fan. Flickers of memories flash by me. 2 Cars Crashing. A thrown-up prayer. Then darkness.

I woke up lying on the ground in the middle of a patch of green grass and stood up. I felt short as all hell, like toddler or young child size, not full-grown adult size, or even that of a teenager.

Was this some weird self-insert shit?

Yes, I know my mind is crazy, a normal person might think, oh, I might not be shorter it could just be some mind tricks from some hallucinogens, or everything around me is exceedingly large, or hell even a time machine, but what kind of dumbass defaults to self-insert?

This guy.

It turns out that I was quite the intelligent dumbass as out of the thicket on the left, a little caterpillar like bug that I recognized as a Caterpie burst out.

SCORE. The Pokemon Universe was one that I knew extremely well, playing a lot of the games, watching a lot of the anime, and even placing well in competitive pokemon tournaments. Before someone says, "hey dumbass stop trying to flex," I would like to point out that I would not consider that a flex, simply because of how sad it might seem to another person, although my knowledge would serve me well.

I'm just going to go ahead and accept that I'm in the Pokemon Universe and be done with that, because I know I would go absolutely insane if I had to try to find a way out or fight it. Also, I think I'll be alright, and let's face it, this is epic. Honestly in fanfictions I don't know why so many authors have their characters go through existential crises, because right now, as it's happening, all I can think about how cool this is.

Except for the fact that I'm a midget with no story, no resources and no idea where I am.

But apart from that this is so cool!

Am I weird for thinking that?

Hell yeah.

Might as well get started on the way to being the very best, as I ran through the shrubbery for a few minutes before finding a dirt path. I was quite obviously in a forest, but what forest perchance? As I continued down the path, I finally came along a sign that said I was headed towards Viridian City. I ran all the way through the now known forest and to the city, trying to avoid being noticed by a Beedrill swarm, and eventually ended up being in front of the Pokemon Center.

Why did no one stop to question why a 4- or 5-year-old kid was sprinting through the city alone? Good question. I blame it on anime logic, which is now a valid excuse. You should've seen the time I tried to explain to my teacher in 2nd that my homework started flying around before turning on the stove and setting itself on fire. Apparently, anime logic wasn't a valid excuse. Shame, that.

And, before anyone starts calling me a weebo or some shit like that, I've only seen 2 things that could classify as anime. Pokemon and Avatar, and Avatar doesn't even really count. So, screw you.

I've always been a fairly logical and intelligent person, normal smart college student, think I'm funny when I'm probably not, have an awesome dog, fairly friendly, try to be a good person, and all that jazz. Because of that, I knew that I shouldn't really have any massive issue with survival, or doing any basic living things.

Without another thought, I entered the Pokemon Center.

"Hello? Is there anyone here" I asked, adding a nervous inflection, befitting of a child that's alone.

A pink haired woman came bustling out of the back room.

"Hello, do you need me to take care of you Pok…" She froze when she saw me standing there. "Hello there little one, what do you need?" She spoke kindly.

"Hi Miss? Can you help me, I'm alone" I said, making sure to keep a note of fear in my voice.

"Of course! What's your name? I'm Nurse Joy" Nurse Joy said cheerfully, albeit a bit worried as to why a young child would be alone here.

Shit. I hadn't even considered that. I fumbled around in my pockets for any form of ID. She took my hesitance as reluctance and brought me over to a machine.

"Do you know what this does?" Joy queried.

It wasn't a PC or Healer, or at least not a normal design, so I shook my head no. Casting a surreptitious glance, I noticed that there was no PC or Healer, but what seemed to be a pokeball transfer machine. I actually appreciated this. It meant that it likely didn't follow game style logic as heavily which means a more real feeling world.

"This is a Porygon scanner. Every pokemon center in the world has one of these now. From the day they are born, everyone is put onto the scanner, because of the nature of the world we live in, to protect everyone. Are you okay if I scan you?"

I nodded my head vigorously. This would allow me to find out who I am and what connections I have, and start planning from there.

She pressed a button and the machine started scanning me. I was then asked to place my hand on a pad.

The words "Identity Determined" flashed on the screen.

Below it were two words that made me want to break down, in laughter, joy, or tears, I did not know.

Ash Ketchum.

A.N

Should I have Misty or Brock or both involved? And, who should the pairing be, preferably one of Ash's companions, but open to others.