I think my current situation is due to my own poor business sense. Or complete and utter lack of business sense. My current awful situation of coming despair, mental breakdowns, possible torture and very large chance of a very awful death.

Because when you sign something, you should probably read the small print.

What situation and how did I get there? Well. That. All stemmed from one particular event.

-x-X-x-

My name was Alexander 'Alex' Bearson, and I had decided to tour around the world. It was pretty common thing to do, you finish college and instead of going to University a lot of people want to have a break and do something instead of sitting through several more years of education.

My parents had agreed with me, had helped me foot several costs of travelling across the planet called Earth for the low price of a call once a week and several souvenirs to be sent back. I had been working part time through parts of school and college and had saved most of it into a tidy sum to live somewhat comfortably whilst I travelled.

My first destination was America. Not the other side of the world, speaks the same language and is a massive landmass with tonnes to explore.

There wasn't an issue with the airport or boarding the plane despite the several hours it had taken. I hadn't had an issue with flying either. Amazingly there had been a kid kicking the back of my chair and no strange old lady putting her feet on my armrests, I was… traumatized by that as a child.

No, I didn't have a problem until a meteorite tore off the planes left wing.

I had been sat on the left side of the plane, slightly behind the wing, and watched through the small window as a car sized chunk of rock smashed through the wing and part of the cabin. The people had been sat by the wing were almost luckier in a way, quick instant death.

There was no panic or dreadful realisation as the plane points towards the ocean in a deathly spiral for them.

It seemed most of the plane was in the panic part of it. People panicked when the pilots had more control over a crashing plane. Here there was no controlled descent in which to peacefully hit the water but rather a plummet in which I knew I was going to die.

The seatbelt was keeping me mostly in place whilst the plane nosedived, but I knew that within minutes the plane would hit the water and my brain would probably pulp at the front of my skull, if my spine didn't just give up after all.

A plane with no wings falling from 30 000 feet taken around three minutes to fall to earth at sea level. Our plane had reached cruising altitude half an hour before this and had one wing remaining to add drag in the form of air resistance.

So, estimating several things with that taken into account I think we will go splat in about four to six minutes. Its like an old question, you have five minutes to live, what do you do?

Me personally in this situation is wondering why he didn't go straight to university or go by boat to another country. And I was wondering why I wasn't screaming like the rest of the passengers and staff. It was strange my emotions felt… muted for want of a better word. I was terrified of dying and I could feel that, but I just couldn't access it.

So, as the frothing waters grew closer and closer and the screaming intensified, I pushed my head back against the headrest and watched. The ocean was such a pretty blue colour, like someone could decide what shade of colour they wanted and thus threw them all in a glittering wavy pattern.

3… 2… 1…

My head cracked forward, my skull splitting on the headrest in front, my consciousness fading I watched as the ocean rushed into the plane, swirling around me. The water grew darker and darker until…

Goodbye.

-x-X-x-

Waking up again was a big surprise. Waking up in a forest was a bigger surprise as I could perfectly remember dying in a plane crash. Looking at my strangely younger looking legs I saw the bag leaning against them and ignoring the famous symbol on them I grabbed the folded note on top.

Unfolding it I began to read.

Alexander,

I know upon reading this that your confusion will be evident this was due to something you decided. Upon your death in the plane crash, I brought your soul to my realm, and I told you about the issues I am facing.

You agreed to help me. You also agreed to have our conversations and several of your decisions wiped from your mind so that you could have an increased amount of 'power' imbued into you. It means I can no longer tell you what you chose but only what is happening and going to happen to you.

You are currently in part of the multiverse you would think of as 'The Pokemon World'. Thanks to some of my own abilities I can't give you more powerful more direct abilities, but I can give you time to set yourselves up before you undertake one of the missions you have.

Your mission isn't in this dimension. It is to ensure that the near elimination of humanity does not come to pass in the multiple Earths linked to Earth Bet.

You have fifteen years here to get set up and you are currently five years old, mentally.

Good Luck,

Your Patron.

P.S. One part of your idea is within 10 metres of your current position.

P.P.S. Unfortunately even if you could manage to capture a legendary Pokemon they will not be able to leave this 'world' with you as they are intrinsic to its survival. Mythical Pokemon and some non-essential Legendary are the exception to this as there are more than one of them, capturing some of them will boost your chances of success. Arceus is a Legendary Pokemon and has power similar to myself and my siblings.

Worm. If this letter is true, it means that I accepted to go to worm and do battle with Scion to save the trillions of beings that died in Golden Morning. And the many who died after due to the breakdown of society into parahuman feudalism.

Me, responsible for so many lives. A number of lives that no human can actually or accurately imagine. And I have to save them.

Me.

While my own emotions no longer feel as distant as they did on the plane, I am feeling a strange amount of acceptance despite the monumental task and the P.S. is twigging at my mind. Something I wanted is within 10 metres of my current position.

Standing up and leaving my new bag against the tree I look around the small area I am located in and realize something else. I am physically five years old again, whereas my previous height would have given me a decent range to see around the brush and bushes block my view now.

I could see bushes, berries, trees grass, a skittering radiator and a pair of floating magnets. Looking over at the last too I clearly see a fiery centipede and a Magnemite. Both pokemon are looking directly at me. Moving cautiously, I walk, why are a child's legs so awkward, over to the pokemon pair and sit in front of the skittering centipede.

I vaguely remember this one, I was never a very pokemon savvy person, but I recall being interested by this design. Most people don't like centipedes of millipedes and this one, despite its blocky carapace, does look like a centipede. I feel as though these two Pokemon are the idea of mine, my starters so to say.

If I had a job to do but had to wait a couple of years to start the build-up, in civilisation at least, I would try my best to work a way around it. But why these too, I have a feeling I am in Kanto, the trees around me remind me of a Japanese environment.

Sizzlipede slowly skitters over to where I am sat and curls himself, herself across my lap like a dog… if dogs were insectile. The warm bundle of chitin in my lap swirled into a circle until they got comfortable, and the living magnets floated down towards my head.

Looking directly into the 'eye' I was struck by a warmth of care the gaze held I was bopped on the head by their screw before they dropped onto the earth by my side. Looking at the two I was slightly confused; I am pretty sure I wouldn't want to force Pokemon to like me and if Arceus was on the power level of my Patron I would hope he would step in against an outsider doing as they please.

So, why did they care?

As if thinking the question gave rise to the answer my vision swam slightly as the small tide of memories flooded through my head. I was travelling through the forest amongst a group of rangers, my mum and dad were… researchers and we were going to Mount Silver. Sizzlipede was a companion to my mum, she had been found in a shipment mum had gotten from Galar and Magnemite had just followed me one day.

But going up Mount Silver had made several of the Ranger Pokemon nervous when we got to a certain point, dad had pushed on regardless and kept going until a stray Rock Slide took his head off. A Tyranitar had engaged a group of Ursaring mothers, and their battle had made its way to our route. I had run off with the two Pokemon following me until I got to this clearing.

Bringing my mind back to the present I took stock of my situation. I was in the Silver Mountains where I had been joined with an alternate version of my younger self. Alexander Bearson, the son of Andrew Bearson and Alice. Alice… Oak.

My grandfathers name was Sam Oak, and I can remember two of my cousins, Daisy and Gary Oak. Oh My God. I was in the Pokemon world, in one of the deadliest places in Johto, with two untrained Pokemon and would likely be presumed dead. I am pretty sure based on my memories that Professor Oa… Grandfather would try to find me, but the Silver Mountains were too big of a place to bet on that.

It also meant that my guess of Kanto was a little off the mark as we were still in Indigo, only its neighbour region.

What the fuck am I meant to do?

-x-X-x-

After several minutes of stunned silence, I start to get up, pulling Sizzlipede across my shoulders and calling Magnemite to follow. Sizzlipede made herself comfortable across my shoulders and I moved to get my back pack.

When I subconsciously lifted the bug Pokemon it struck me why I may have chosen to be inserted like this instead of just dropping in. The Pokemon human is a bit different, whilst I am the same size and shape, I was when I was five, I couldn't have walked around with several pounds of flesh skittering about my shoulders. Whereas here it is almost an afterthought.

It may be a point to a lot of the theorizing from my Earth about how strong these humans are. It stands to reason that they be stronger in that they would have changed by evolving amongst Pokemon.

Baseline humans here are like… Captain America in strength level. Significantly above a normal human but not to the point where they use trucks like frisbees.

Reaching my backpack, I rummage through it to see what I have. Immediately I can see, despite the small size of it that I am essentially carrying two suitcases worth of stuff. Silph magic for the win. And even without the memories to tell me I can see that little me is a Pokemon enthusiast. The stuffed Blastoise and the Blastoise emblazoned towel show that at least my younger self isn't taken over by the Charizard is best ideology. Congratulations to all of those people, you are not sheep.

Other than that, I can see a box full of poke puffs and small metal dynamo which I can only assume is for Sizzlipede and Magnemite respectively. The dynamo was accompanied by a small box of metal pellets very similar in colour to Magnemite's hue and I also small, locked box of pokeballs.

From my memories little me had begged my… mum to carry them and she had agreed on the proviso she locked the box, so I didn't chuck a pokeball at every rattata I saw. Which was… probably a bright idea based on how the box had clearly been hit to try and open it.

Otherwise, there was two canteens full of water, several snack and ration bars and two sets of clean clothes. Despite all of that there was still a lot of room for anything I needed to take, plus a special compartment on the front specifically for berry storage. That was empty as I had no knowledge on what berries were useful and how to identify them.

Sitting down against the tree again I brought out the pokeball box and set it in front of me.

"Sizzlipede." I said to the Fire-type slung across my shoulders. "Do you think you can get the lock of this box?" Sizzlipede slithered off my shoulder and made a questioning his towards me. "I don't plan on chucking them at any other Pokemon we see but if we need to run, I want to be able to recall you two and run, neither of you are as fast as me and it gives a better chance if we come across something hostile."

Sizzlipede removed her objections and struck true at the small padlock with an ember, melting through the small amount of metal and letting it slide towards the grass. Then she flicked out her tail and knocked off the padlock and opening the box, revealing eight gleaming black and yellow balls.

Ultra-balls. They were all in their miniature state which was the reason they could be held in a box the size of an egg box. Taking out the first two I pressed the middle button to full size them. I turned to Sizzlipede first I hesitated slightly, if I could catch her, it meant that her original pokeball had gone and without that it meant my mother had likely not survived.

Pressing it forward I slumped sightly as she disintegrated into red light. Her original pokeball had broken which meant I was very likely up the mountain… alone. Mum had been behind several rangers when the attacks came through and the only reason, I watched dad die was that he marched on ahead a bit.

He never did get Pokemon. He was interested in them but more in a 'how do they work?' sort of way. Mum was like Gramps, interested in how Pokemon and humans interact, its why she kept Sizzlipede, their species was famed for their general hostility. So, she wanted to see why that was and the fact Siz had taken a shine to me was a bonus.

Actually, may have to scrap that nickname, it's a bit too close to Ziz for me. I don't want to think about facing the Simurgh yet. I will need to find out if this reality has any way to defend someone's mind. I would think they do as hostile psychics are a thing.

No matter, I am nowhere close to fighting the Simurgh yet, I have to survive here first of all.

Picking myself of the floor I capture Magnemite as well before proceeding to release them both. Whilst I wanted to be able to pick them up and run quickly, if need be, I didn't want them to be in their balls if something ambushed me.

Its how people would die here.

Slipping the backpack onto my shoulders I start to find myself around. If I am in the mountains, it means that I am probably in one of the valleys between two peeks, I haven't seen much wildlife surrounding me, but I don't know how much longer it will stay that way.

"Magnemite." I addressed the floating Pokemon. "Can you float high enough to get a look around the area." The Magnet Pokemon bobbed before slowly rising upwards towards the tree tops. I can see them navigate the low canopy to the open sky above. I wait as they are up there for several moments, my paranoia slowly rising as I looked around the forest surrounding me.

It was all for naught as Magnemite hovered their way back down to bob back in front of me.

"Could you see the area around us?" A dipped bob. "Could you point out the direction to get back down the mountain?" Another bob and the Steel-Type started moving off too my left. Glancing around again I followed Magnemite, Sizzl fast on my heels.

-x-X-x-

Ten minutes' walk later that the ground started to slope, some of the trees disappearing as there was less room to grow. The shrubbery thinned as the slope became steeper and steeper. The slope however let me look out far enough to see the makings of a trail further down, the grass beaten down in a small path towards one of the cave entrances scattered about.

Sliding down the slope, one hand against the ground behind me to keep my centre of gravity low. Sizzl is scampering alongside me, her many legs giving her lots of grip on the sheer surface. Magnemite is hovering in front of me, acting as a block in case they were needed.

Even as I tried to slowly slide down the ground slipped from beneath my boot, my outward hand slapping onto Magnemite's left magnet as I stopped myself from tumbling, Sizzl came and pushed her body against my planted foot, letting me take a breather for a moment.

Before long I reached another patch of leveller ground and was making my way towards the path, as it was so high up it was unlikely to be of human but rather from beings coming and going from the cave. What it would do was lead me to a water source so that whatever Pokemon lived around to drink from, not that I'd seen any.

Water on a mountain would inevitably flow downwards and if it was a big enough river, it would have natural paths alongside it from where the height of the water changed. And me knowing that showed how random scraps of knowledge you pick up in life could be useful… probably.

Checking around myself I lead my little band further down the mountain… hopefully.

-x-X-x-

A few minutes later I started to see the occasional Pokemon. The ever-present Rattata, Pidgey and Caterpie all making their own way across the mountain. The sight of the common Pokemon simultaneously made me relax and tense up, it meant I was getting out of the Tyranitars area but was also getting into an area where other things would be more likely to notice us.

Things more likely to attack a singular human.

From what I do know about Pokemon and the things that I have memories on I could make guesses about how the environment works. One of the biggest things is that it isn't just Pokemon that live here with humans but animals too. Its why Pokemon like Hoothoot and Noctowl are called 'The Owl Pokemon' because actual owls do exist. Its also why many Bug Pokemon like Caterpie ae looked down upon because they are eaten by regular owls alongside other non-Pokemon insects.

But all of that is diverging from the point that most predator positions are taken up by Pokemon. Houndoom taking over from wolves, Ursaring taking over from bears and many other examples. So, in that case one of the things that take over from mountain lions are… Persian.

Sure, there are other Pokemon with similar positions, Pyroar, Manetric, Luxray, Mightyena and many others. Despite these many other Pokemon with a tendency to be more dangerous I can remember my… mum warning me about the Persian because they evolve from Meowth that draw parallels to housecats. It means that Persian are very much the type to… toy with their food before they eat it.

A Houndoom's fire will cause unbearable pain buuuuut they will be trying to kill you first and foremost. They're hungry, not psychotically playful.

The reason I had started to worry about psychotic mountain lions was the fact that I could see the sun and how it was starting to dip, causing light to fade fast.

And despite the fact there were many sources of shelter around, the caves, most of them were occupied by various other creatures or were unsuitable for staying a night in. Magnemite was also starting to flag, they had to shock a few more curious Pokemon away and their internal electricity was enough to keep them going.

Sizzlipede on the other hand had chowed down on a slow Sentret quickly winding herself around the lone Normal-Type and flash cooking it in a way that made me suspect her ability would be Flame Body if this were the game.

That would probably be better for her in all honesty, Flame Body burning those that touched it would serve her better in the Wormverse. There weren't many things that would constitute a Fire attack there. Even in the Pokemon world it would be helpful, she would have a big weakness to Rock-Type attacks, and they were nearly all physical attacks if I remember rightly, and burns could still hamper a Rock-Type.

The light was fading even more and despite having changed into warmer clothing I could feel the child starting to settle in me. I Started to move away from rocky walls, if I wasn't going to find a suitable cave then I was going to have to find a suitable tree or similar to take shelter in. I had seen several trees with smaller divots near their roots where a small group could take shelter in.

I had thought about building a fire but seeing Sizzl cook the Sentret made me hope she could moderate her body heat. Normal animals aren't scared of small fires and Pokemon should be even less afraid of a small blaze. So, instead of building a target for my position it would probably be better to hug Sizzl for warmth.

Moving back to where one of the ditches where I crawled into one, hugging up against the tree. I sat and rummaged through my bag again to pull out the dynamo. Looking at it now it was even more than I thought. There was a small crank to turn that would generate a charge but there was also a set of solar panels were connected to the main battery with a lead. The only other thing I cold see was a small turbine, it wouldn't be able to generate that much power from a breeze but a Pokemon capable of Tailwind or Gust could probably move it fast enough to generate a lot of charge.

Leaving out the main battery for Magnemite to feast… drink from I resolved to affix the small solar panels to bag as I walked tomorrow. As it was, I asked Magnemite to keep an eye out after they charged up and huddled further into the small cave like structure and opened my jacket for Sizzl to wind around my chest.

I wasn't going to get much sleep, the noises I could hear were… frightening.

-x-X-x-

The small, snatched moments of sleep did nothing to help the overwhelming exhaustion that I felt as dawn light started to pierce through the canopy above. Magnemite have finished… drinking from the battery shortly but even the comforting presence of the Steel-Type did little to banish imagined horrors that loomed in the shadows.

After finishing off a ration bar and sharing the last of the water with Sizzl I decided to find the water source today, despite being on the beaten track for at least an hour or two yesterday not a sound of water could be heard. Now I didn't only wish to use it to navigate but to fill up both of my canteens of water too.

I was walking along a path that was dotted with occasional stone or rock when I tripped and fell, sprawling to the ground. Pushing myself up and assuring my Pokemon I was ok I looked to see what I tripped on.

My first thought was that it was a rock, my second thought was that it was an ore outcrop. It was when I walked up to it, I realised how oval like it was. Sitting close to half a metre tall I put my hands either side of the 'rock' and lifted it up.

The amount of effort it took me assured me that it was at least a couple of kilos, whilst my body is close in strength to the average teenager currently the 'rock' was probably close to thirty-five maybe forty kilos and it wasn't stuck to the ground in any way.

I wasn't stupid and I had played the games long enough to hatch several Pokemon. This was evidently an egg. A Pokemon egg in the middle of the path, setting it back down I retreated off to the side and pushed myself into the shade of a tree.

I didn't know if the parents were going to be back, but I would wait and if they didn't… I would decide what to do then. I can remember one or two Pokedex entries being about egg eaters and I refused to let that happen. Not on my watch. If the parents came back and looked after the egg then I would move on, and if they didn't, I'd decide what to do then.

Settling in I relayed my thoughts to Magnemite and Sizzl before grabbing another ration bar, I could afford to wait an hour or two.

-x-X-x-

Well, whatever the species the parents were either dead or gone, I don't think may Pokemon just abandon their eggs, so they are probably dead. I don't think this event is too uncommon in the Silver Mountains.

Death seems only… seconds away.

I didn't have an incubator and for the metric tonnes of information that schools push into children here they have not covered, what happens if you drop a live egg into an expanded space bag of Silph Co magic.

Looking at the egg for a moment my thoughts warred within me. On the one hand I could shove it into my bag, and it could be totally fine but simultaneously end up killing it or causing permanent damage to it before I was born.

On the other hand, I could tear up one of my sets of clothes and try to lash it to the numerous rings and fasteners my bag does have. I could do that and ask Sizzl to hold onto it lashed to my bag to insure it didn't fall.

I don't think it would break from a fall, but I didn't want to be going down a slope and have it roll away either. Plus, if I am right about Sizzl having Flame Body I may be able to grab the new-born in a Pokeball and they'd be easier to carry then.

"Up you come little guy… girl… genderless being that should probably be inanimate. We are going to go and get you lashed to me and continue down the mountain, hopefully you pop out of your egg soon."

Lifting the egg back to where I waited the last… two hours? I set about having Sizzl gently slice one of my shirts into longs strips. If I started from the bottom and almost unwound the bottom of my shirt upwards I had around two to three metre of thin material and set about making an almost shoelace pattern along the back of my back pack. I was fortunate that the backpack was almost completely rigid with only one or two areas of flexible cloth. It made it far easier to create the pattern and have it tight around the egg.

Slinging the backpack back up onto my back, egg attached, I pulled Sizzlipede onto my shoulders to wind partially across the egg and set back off. I stopped once or twice to readjust the cloth straps but for the most part and I set off for water again with the sun far higher in the sky.

-x-X-x-

Anyone who thinks the Pokemon would be great because they can go anywhere, they want, trusting their own two feet to carry them had another thing coming.

Walking with a fucking five-year-old fucking sucks.

Walking sucks in general, its why people decided to put so much effort in to get petrol. To drive where they can sit and relax whilst traveling. And whilst I would feel that I would be killing a tiny baby Pokemon by leaving the egg no child, no matter how strong, is meant to walk for hours whilst having tens of kilos on their back.

The Silph Co magic bag makes their contents unnoticeable in weight and it feels no heavier than the material that makes it, but the egg is several kilos and looks to be made of metal. It is probably a steel type or rock type because I remember many baby Pokemon do not weigh much at all.

As I am cursing how much my feet ache Magnemite lets out a joyful hum and moves further forward and through a piece of brush. I walk after them and gasp with relief as I see a small lake, fed from a small crack in the rocks.

I also see the small blue bear like Pokemon across the small lakes shore. The small blue bear also sees me, because it starts charging around the lake.

Huh, a Munchlax

-x-X-x-

It a place far beyond the mortal multiverse a small purple blob hovered in front of a window. The window was framed by four glowing purple lines and revealed a small child hugging onto a small blue bear, a flaming centipede, a large metallic rock and had a magnet hovering above his head.

Another blob, grey this time, unfurled, curled, twisted into existence on the small patch of emptiness.

"It surprised everyone that you finally started to choose your own champions. The senate is in uproar about the fact that 'The First Lord of Space-time' has decided to push his own piece into the fight." The greyish blob said, spoke, intoned, thought.

"He is… different to the ones brought before me before. You, out of all of us should know we are nowhere near omniscience. He has something in spades that all the mortal races should value… creativity. I had no ability to offer him any combat power and yet he decided to stand in spite of it."

"You think he will survive… no. Succeed in his task."

"I don't think he will succeed; I just trust him to see it through."

-x-X-x-

Alexander Bearson, 5 years old.

Location: Silver Mountains

Pokemon:

On hand:

Magnemite

Sizzlipede

Unknown metallic scaled egg

-x-X-x-

Authors Note: Hey this story started playing on my mind when I read both Monsters Of My Own and a couple of Worm stories. Thinking how Pokemon could interact with various superpowers was really interesting to me and I started to write about it.

If anyone enjoys and wants more then please like and review it.

I have a couple of ideas brewing but any Pokemon with strange Pokedex entries would be useful. Pokemon that definitely help me in my currently rudimentary plot will be Falinks, Porygon and Rotom. I like to give Pokemon I write about in stories roles. For example I do plan on catching a Pokemon of the Metagross line and I can imagine a Psychic, Steel spider being very good and controlling the rhythm of a battle, whereas a Blastoise would be good at supressing fighters, knocking them down, not letting them find their feet and being generally infuriating, able to keep any heavy hitting opponent away from squishier teammates.

Any Pokemon you would like to see in this story has be able to be given a role like that because it will allow me to, hopefully, put a better story together. Leave any of these Pokemon you would like to see in a review.