Overthinking Over Analyzing

Introduction

So, your typical OC insert story, but I have every intention of making it fun. Inspired by some other people's OC stories, I decided to do my own but really flip a lot of things on its head and put myself into the mind of this OC im creating. Its actually gonna follow the games mostly but incorporate many things from the Animé. Lyra from the games, is put into this story as a fully-fledged character instead of just being a vessel for the player. She will be extremely important in this story. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Oh no, It's one of those stories

Fuck…. My head….

"The boy does not register on the Dex. Very peculiar, everyone should be in the database by now"

What the hell? Who is this? Why can't I open my eyes? Or speak?

"Paramedics are on their way professor, but your house were the closest. When we found him unconscious roadside, we thought the worse"

Oh yeah, that's right I was in an accident. On my bike. I crashed or something. Good thing these guys found me. Whoever they are. Really wish I could open my eyes and speak, to tell them that my brain still works, even if I cant move. Not for the lack of trying. I need to get up and tell my loved ones im okay.

Wait…

Who are my loved ones?

Where am I from?

"You did the right thing, and he will be just fine I promise you"

Man, is this amnesia? Have I forgotten all the important things about myself while literally being paralyzed? Trapped in my own shell… Doomed to live hell on earth… Okay maybe a tad too dramatic.

Let's see…

My name is Nick…. Uhm…. Okay can't remember my last name… Great.

I have very dark hair, and bright blue eyes, this much I know. And I look like this because my parents are from…. Can't remember, but their names are… Nope, can't remember that either.

Fuck me.

But I know I have a girlfriend. That is somehow very apparent in my mind. Sure, unknown name, origin and appearance, but at least I remember that I have one. Unless my mind is playing me for a fiddle.

"You are surprisingly good at treating the boy Professor, I thought you Pokémon professors primarily focused on Pokémon health"

No. Fuck Off. No. No Way.

For some fucked up reason I remember exactly what Pokémon is. And I remember spending way too much time on it, whether it was as a child, teenager or adult. Nintendo Games, Card Games, Animé. All of that shit. Makes no sense how I can remember this, and probably list about 500 of those fuckers off the top of my head, when I don't even remember where I live. Or where I consumed this content to begin with.

My brain is fried, man this sucks.

But hold on, should I be focusing on the fact that these people are talking about Pokémon like it was second nature? Am I getting pranked?

"Well, I am doing my best. He actually seem healthy, but he do appear to be in a coma. No signs of damage anywhere on his head though, most interesting"

This better not be one of those OC Insert fics or whatever. Yes, I remember those kind of stories too, and it seriously annoys me how my brain is filled with useless information, when I can't even remember who the fuck, I am… Beyond being Nick, apparently. Absolutely not enough information to go by, but I doubt it matters if I am truly in a coma here. Then im just stuck in my own mind. Fantastic.

"The Paramedics are here Professor Elm"

Elm!?

Professor Elm? Are you kidding me brain? Have you really conjured up a dream sequence where im stuck in the Pokémon world?

Well, whoever I used to be, I was undoubtedly a huge fucking nerd. I probably died, and now my brain have trapped me inside the world I was most likely obsessed with.

Everything turns dark now.

Voices gone.

That's it? Dead?

Nah, eventually I actually open up my eyes, in some sort of hospital. Eventually I thought I was back in my own world, but when my memories still didn't appear, I became suspicious once more. Even more so when the nurse turned on the TV, and it was some dude talking about Pokémon. A zoologist or some shit, sneaking up to a Snorlax. Telling us all about the giant Pokémon. And yes, an actual real world Snorlax. Not animated, real. Of course at this point I still couldn't move my fucking body, or speak, because if I could I would be screaming like a little fanboy.

Pokémon are real now. Bloody Hell.

And just like that, upon this realization, I jumped up from my bed. Body completely functional finally, and I yelled out in joy over regaining my bearings.

All the nurses running over to me, trying to have me relax and answer a lot of tedious questions about myself. When it dawned on them that I couldn't remember shit about who I was, they kept a close watch on me, and forced me to stay put as doctors looked me over. They continued to say a lot of stuff about how I wasn't physically hurt, and where I was found etc. But all I could think about was the fact that I did now find myself in a Pokémon World.

Fan that I was, I should be ecstatic, like I was upon seeing that Snorlax on the TV for the first time, but honestly it seemed a bit silly. I treated it as a dream and went through all the rational probabilities in my head, while I asked my caretakers at the hospital about this world and what it was like. This was very useful.

I was indeed in the Johto Region and was found by some boys out on the road, who took me to Professor Elm, one of the most renowned Professors in this world. All of this brought forward a lot more questions than actual answers, as I would have to see all of this for myself. Did this world resemble the games or the Animé most closely? Maybe it was a hybrid? I would have to find out.

What I learned so far is that Pokémon was everything in this world, and Trainers were treated as gods, but it was also looked upon as an extremely dangerous profession, where only the strongest would survive. The nurses confirmed my theory about gyms being a thing too. Great then I had my objective.

I don't know what to say about this whole revelation being stuck in a Pokémon world. Did I initially want to be a trainer, and live through this? No, I wanted to know who the fuck I was before this happened to me. But now I was here, so might as well get the best out of it. Four days at the hospital, and I was pretty sure that there was no going back, so might aswell embrace the prospect of being a Pokémon Trainer.

Me and the nurses in unison estimated me to be about eighteen, which sounds about right. I was towering over them, so tall and muscular. I liked the sound of that. Quite handsome too if I did say so myself. No matter what this world was like, being attractive have never been a bad thing anywhere, so that's a good start.

The nurses told me that everyone can have a Pokémon, but most parents don't allow their children out in the world before they turn eighteen, even if they can gain a license already as 16. Well, I was all alone in this world, so no restrictions on me. However, first I had to get out of here, so I started faking my memory coming back so they would finally allow me to walk out and see this world for myself. Spent enough time on the slab, and it is time to explore.

Laying down in a bed for four days allowed me to think of who I wanted to be. Enough brain power had been put into remembering who I was, and I concluded that I might aswell make up who I want to be going forward. I told the nurses that my name was in fact Nick Gold. Yeah, not very original, but I remember from the Johto games that the protagonists real name was Gold, so I took that for my own. I imagined this to be pretty much like a Silver or Gold playthrough, seeing as these was my absolute favourite Pokémon games. I remembered that quite clearly.

I told them I was a street kid from Goldenrod City, without any family, and my Brain Trauma came from a crash on my bike. They seemed a bit suspicious, as they apparently found no bike on the scene, but eventually they deemed me to be coherent enough to let go, though they wanted me to keep in touch and report back. I had no intention of doing so.

I learned that we was in Cherrygrove City, so I decided to go straight out and beg the PokéMart of giving me a Pokéball…. Just one, and then I would catch something like a Rattata or another weakling and just wing it from there. I had extensive knowledge of most Pokémon, so I reckoned that it would be easy to get a head start. I did have a team in mind, but I had to start somewhere, and I doubt no one was gonna gift me anything, so I had to make do with a weak Pokémon that could get me started.

Even if I did end up with a team of terrible Route 1 Pokémon, I am sure I could make it work. Having consumed Pokémon content all my life, whatever that life may have been, I should be hardwired for success in this world. It would take some getting used to at first, I was sure, as there was no way of telling what training a Pokémon would be like.

No way of knowing how moves, levels, TMs and all those things worked, but I was sure to find out soon. Seeing as this was presumably a product of my own imagination, the details of Pokémon should be closer to what I wanted it to be in my own mind…. Right?

Only one way to find out. Time to start my journey.

When I exited the small hospital, I was instantly hit by beaming sunlight. Chirping birds… Or pokémon? And a breeze from the nearby sea. This world looked truly wonderful. Warm, yet windy, with a calming sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore. Not much of a beach here, but a little sand gave the place an exotic look. Not how I imagine Cherrygrove City to be like. A lot of houses too, and people of all ages walking through, each with a smile on their face.

What a great impression this town gives off. Couldn't have asked for a better place to start off.

However, I have absolutely nothing on my person. No Dex, Phone, Wallet, Identification…. Money. Nothing. Just the baggy clothes I was wearing when the accident happened. Nurses thankfully washed it. Not what I would have imagined my style to be. Black Hoodie with grey plaid pants and dark blue sneakers. Very ordinary. I suppose that fits in nicely with the fact that I own absolutely nothing. Homeless and broke. So this was gonna be the biggest rags to riches story ever.

Great, I love those.

Time to find the PokéMart and beg for a Pokéball that I would pay back on later. Then I was gonna go on the route to Newbark town, hopefully catching a Pidgey or something, even if I had to do it with my bare hands while I hit him over the head till he was just ripe for capturing. Yeah, sounded cruel but what do I care.

No reason to feel empathy towards creatures that I am later gonna force into battling.

Willingly taking Flamethrowers and Hyper Beams to the face for me to become rich and famous, and then I am supposed to feel guilty over punching a Pidgey on the beak before throwing a Pokéball at it? Fuck no, if I am truly to go on this journey in a fictional world, then I will do what it takes to succeed.

Can't find the Mart though.

This town is bigger than I thought, and the crowd aint helping.

I suppose I could just ask for directions. They all look friendly enough. I was about to do so, when I was instead taken aback by a softly-spoken female voice, seemingly aimed at me.

"Hey you. Weren't you the boy they found on route 30?"

First Chapter done. How did you like it?

Honestly, I do this mostly for my own sake, as I had this kind of story brewing in my head for some time now. By writing these kind of stories, I simualtaneously work on my English writing, which will help me as a future English Teacher in the making. But I hope you like to read them too. Any Request is appreciated too, because I haven't come very far with it as of yet, and any good suggestion may be used in the future. If you like it so far, you should read my other Poké Fic, because that one is already quite long. Fave, Follow and Review if you like. Thank you!