Chapter 1: The beginning

First Pokemon Fanfic I am writing. This is something different from the normal Pokemon Fanfic that you will see. Hope you will enjoy

The spring breeze gently caressed my face and the gentle warmth from the sun embraced me. Today was a good day to begin my Pokemon Journey. My name is Jeremy Malicieux, I am 16 years old today and was just eligible to start my journey. I was no ordinary character, I reincarnated from another world where Pokemon only existed in games but unlike the usual reincarnated people who were the main characters in their stories, I was deemed as a 'Mob Character'. Let me weaved my sad backstory for all of you to hear.

*Flashback to 2 years old*

I awoke to a dark and quiet room after sleeping on my bed the previous night. I tried to move my hands and legs but I could bring out the strength to do so. I struggled for 30 minutes but to no avail. I tried to project my voice to call for help but no coherent sound came out from throat. Eventually, crying sounds came out and something pounced above me and waved at me.

"He is awake!" The thing happily shouted as it hopped back onto the ground and ran off somewhere.

Soon, a click sound was heard and the light was on. I saw a couple looking down at me with soft smile. The lady picked me up and placed me closer to her breast to feed me. Panicking, I let out a cry which they wrongly assumed that it was because I was hungry, in fact, I was terrified. I did not know what happened to me and now I was forced feed milk. My crying slowly subsided as I drank the milk from her breast.

After she deemed that she fed me enough, she pulled me into a hug and patted my back to let me burb. I saw a mirror opposite me and was shocked by my look. I was a baby, an adorable fat baby, no older than 2 years old. I wanted to ask questions but a burb came out from my mouth instead and the lady (who I assumed was my mother) placed me back into the cradle.

While using a toy to entertain me, my parents started to discuss about my future. According to them, the doctor had used a device to scan for my potential future and had labelled me as a 'Mob Character' (MC). A MC had the lowest privileges in this world and everyone would discriminate against me and they were worried that I could not even get my starter Pokemon.

I perked up at the mention of Pokemon as my previous worries turned into slight happiness that I would be able to live in a Pokemon world. Now, I was actually curious which Pokemon world I was in, the anime one or the manga one.

While I was lost in my thought, I had missed out on some parts of the conversation that my parents had said. Now, they were talking about sending me to an 'elite' school where wealth was all that mattered (apparently my family was filthy rich) until I reached 16 and graduated from the school so that I could officially obtain my own Pokemon. Apparently, only Lead Characters were allowed to start their journey at 10 and MC could only begin at 16.

I yawned a little as I was feeling tired since this body lacked stamina. My parents left the room and closed the door gently. As I was about to sleep, I head a voice called out to me

"Sleep peacefully Young Master. I will protect you."

I turned my body left and right to find the source of the voice and somehow ending up with my back facing the ceiling and I struggled to flip myself back up.

Sensing my difficulties, the thing pulled my shirt and gently flipped me over. I widened my eyes to see what the thing was. It was a Growlithe, the puppy Pokemon with black and orange stripes along with white fur. I tried to touch it but could not reach due to my stubby arms. Growlithe moved closer and allowed me to touch its fur.

I embraced its fur and slowly fell asleep, still not believing the fact that I woke up in a Pokemon world, well at least until the next day when I realised that I still could not move my arms and I had a warm blanket known as Growlithe.

*Fast Froward Time*

The moment that I was able to get out of my cradle, I began to study furiously about the new world that I was in. Initially, my mother only gave me picture books with very little words as I was a child, but since it was in English (Bless my soul), I was able to read it quickly and even demonstrated my understanding to Mother by showing hand gestures.

At the age of 3, I was able to speak fairly fluently, something really impressive for my age, according to Mother. I had requested her to give me more books to read which she happily obliged. Turned out that there was nothing for me to learn as my memories from my past life remained relevant even in this world.

At the age of 6, Father had died in an accident (Typical reincarnated problem) and Mother was less frequently home as she work overtime more often despite the fact that we were very rich.

At the age of 8, I had read finished all the books in the library and was called a prodigy by Mother although the Pallet Town (Apparently my home town) residents had called her insane as a MC could never be a prodigy. It was also the first time I felt the discrimination towards me and sadly it was not the last.

At the age of 10, Mother sent me to Poketech which was the elite school that I had to graduate from in order to officially get my own Pokemon. The course was too easy for me as I had already studied everything that they had taught, but being the MC, I could never get first despite obtaining full marks for all my tests as there was always 1 person who scored equally well but was awarded bonus credit for the sake of not letting me be first.

To be fair, I was not a really good student as I corrected my teachers when they made a mistake and I slept in class when I was bored. Upon recommendation from the teachers to boot me out of the school more quickly, they allowed me to skip grades as long I maintained full marks in all my papers.

At the age of 13 years old, I became the 2nd youngest graduate from Poketech. They refused to let me graduate the previous year as they claimed I did not obtain enough credit. It was a load of bullshit as I suspected that they just did not want to record my name in their hall of fame.

Honestly, I did not care that I graduated earlier as I was friends with none of my classmates since they thought I was acting out of line as a MC and they frequently bullied me. Now that I thought about it, I was actually glad I was allowed to graduate earlier.

When I went back home, Mother broke down in tears as she informed me that although she was proud of me for graduating early, Professor Oak refused to register me as a trainer since I was a MC but using her connections, she managed to snag me a Pokemon but could only be registered when I was 16 so I must train him secretly.

I thanked Mother with glee and rushed up to my room, feeling very excited to see what my first Pokemon would be. I opened the Pokeball and a quadruped, canine Pokemon with short, black fur and a red underbelly and muzzle appeared. It was the dual Fire and Dark Pokemon, Houndour.

I introduced myself to Houndour, only to received a snort from it.

"A mere human like you could not understand me."

I laughed loudly in response and told him I could understand him. It gave me a look of surprise and started to test me by asking me to bring him some items in the room. To his surprise, I brought all the items he asked for.

I told him that I could understand Pokemon since I was born but I did not tell anyone, including my parents as I was scared that they would send me to the dissection table to learn about my secrets. I also told him about my tragic backstory which he cried while listening. After the tragic story, he swore his loyalty to me and promised to help me to take revenge on those who had wronged me.

"I will call you Doom!" I said

Doom looked at me with a confused look at the nickname. I explained to him that I named him after his evolution, Houndoom and together, we would doom our enemies to defeat. Doom jumped in delight to the nickname and licked me in approval.

For the next 3 years till I reached 16, we trained intensively to make ourselves the strongest starting trainer.

In the morning, we would run 10 KM on the treadmill together after that I would do 1000 ups while it would do 1000 tackles on the punching bag. These exercises were to build up our stamina for prolonged battles. The physical training got subsequently harder by adding weights to ourselves.

In the afternoon, we would work on Doom's move set. In the beginning, he knew only ember, tackle, bite and growl.

Tackle would be strengthened during the morning physical training and it would eventually develop into take down.

I completely ignored growl as I felt it was a useless move.

To train ember, I brought a bunch of candles into the training room and asked Doom to light them up. Initially, he lit all of them in one go and I asked for him to control his strength and lit them one by one. It was hard and even till the end of the first day, he still could not do it, but subsequently over the next few months, he was able to lit the number of candles that I instructed him to which demonstrated his great control over his fire ability. After developing his control, I turned my attention to his fire ability which was tenacious to train. The training was basically him spitting out fire at the fire metre that I bought until he run out of fire energy. It was similar to physical training in the aspect of how boring it was.

I had also taught him how to utilise his dark type energy in the 3 years. I asked him to remember the feeling when he used bite. Being an intelligent Pokemon, Doom remembered it quickly and slowly he proceeded to learn crunch which was the upgraded version of bite at the expense of his many chew toys which were brutally ripped apart. After mastering the 2 close range attacks, I got him to convert his dark type energy into a beam which he picked up quite quickly, thanks to my drawing to help him visualise what I was talking about. Using that method, he managed to get a hang of using dark pulse.

After 3 years of intensive training, Doom had managed to learn take down, flamethrower, dark pulse, crunch and fire fang (he cleverly applied the same concept of crunch into fire fang). He had also grown from when I first had him, not like there was much of a difference to me as I had grown to.

*Flashback End*

Mother had already left for work and I already bid her goodbye the day before with the promise that I would call her every 3 days to update her on my journey as I was leaving right away after I registered with Professor Oak.

I left the house and made my way to the ranch. On the way there, someone crashed into me and without apologising, he ran away quickly to the same direction I was heading to. I managed to catch a glimpse of how he looked like and I identified who he was and also which world I was in. The person who bumped into me had a z shape mark under his eyes, he was no other than the lead character of this show, Ash Ketchum.

Upon reaching the ranch, I saw flashes of lightning in the building and decided to stay outside to not interfere with the plot which was for Ash to obtain his starter, Pikachu, the electric mouse Pokemon. Sure enough, after 15 minutes, a charred Ash came out of the building, pulling the Pikachu with the rope.

I made my way into the building and Professor Oak looked at me with a disinterested face. He told me to wait next year as he ran out of Pokemon to give me which I argued back that it was against the law to not give a starting trainer that had booked a slot a Pokemon. Reluctantly, he brought out 3 Pokemon for me to choose from. They were Magikarp, Spearow and Rattata. All 3 of them were easily obtainable Pokemon from the wild and I could already feel the discrimination against me. Even Ash managed to get a fairly rare Pokemon.

I approached the 3 Pokemon and as expected, Rattata and Magikarp moved back in fear, only Spearow stood its ground and looked at me in the eyes.

"Are you willing to be my Pokemon? I can assure you that I will make you the strongest Fearow in the world." I asked the bird Pokemon

Spearow looked at me and nodded his head in determination.

Professor Oak registered him as an official trainer but I noticed that my title was not rookie trainer but MC. I hid my annoyance at the blatant discrimination and accepted the Pokeballs and the Pokedex. I thanked him and went back home to get Doom.

When I reached home, I saw Doom walking up and down the corridor impatiently but I could not blame him for getting excited. I introduced him to Spearow and he claimed he was the alpha of the team to which Spearow accepted as it was clear that there was a difference in strength between the 2. I looked at the levels of both Spearow and Doom before I left the house for my journey.

Doom was level 20, way higher than any Pokemon around the area. He was very close to evolving and I reckoned he would be able to evolve before the first gym battle. What had surprised me was his stats, it was much higher than what you expect from his level, probably due to the training we did for the past few years.

Spearow was level 5, his moves were peck, wing attack, tackle and gust. Pretty good move set for a level 5 but could be better. His stats were average due to a lack of training but that would change. I nicknamed Spearow as Pierce due to the fact that his evolution had a long and sharp beak that would be able to pierce through most opponents. Pierce showed its acceptance for the name by cawing happily.

I tied weights on its legs for training which he agreed to willingly and I made my way out of the house.

Together with my partners, Doom and Pierce. I would show the Pokemon world what a Mob Character could do.

Chapter 1 End

Pokemon List (Jeremy):

Doom: Level 20

Pierce: Level 5

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