This story contains mature themes(Existential crisis, the absolute annihilation of the 4th wall, etc.) and adult content involving humans and pokemon. Reader discretion is advised.

"Normal speech."
"Thought."

"Pokespeech."

I don't own Pokemon or it's characters. If I did own Pokemon, it would be a lot different that's for sure. HiddenDwarf out.

? P.O.V Location:?

"Is it alright if I ask you a question?"

"...Urh...Well...I know you can't answer me."

"But bare with me here."

"How would you feel if you woke up and miraculously you were in your favorite fictional series?"

"Well it actually happened to me."

"Oh I should introduce myself."

"My name is Simon, Simon Gray."

"I am standing at 5'10 and I usually dress fall clothes."

"My hair is black and I wear glasses"

"I work at a grocery store in Los Angeles but live a little outside of the city."

"Overall I was your average joe."

"Now I know what you're thinking. 'Why are you telling me this?' well I wanted to tell you that before all this I was just like you."

"Now I would go on this overly long winded explanation about everything, but that would be boring."

"And this opening is already taking too long."

"So I'll begin at the beginning,where else were you expecting me to start?"

Simon (1st Person) His apartment.

"God damnit." I slumped against my apartment's poor, abused door. "Why are people SO FUCKING STUPID!" In a practiced motion I flung my coat and backpack on it's rack before slamming the door behind me. My apartment was pretty barebones to say the least. The walls were scarcely adorned with family photos and the odd poster here and there. The furniture was just some cheap IKEA kits I whipped together one day. I placed my groceries on the kitchen counter already peeling through the bags plastic, to get the bachelors essentials hidden within. I tried to live a much more 'healthy' lifestyle by cutting down on any fast food. However you can only get so far, when you work as a bagger at the grocery store. "This should last me most of the month." I thought, letting my body flomp onto the couch. "I have a good amount of cash saved up, Maybe I should splurge on some new games?" Lazily I turned on the t.v. The news came on, A woman in a tan coat and a man in a black one made light hearted banter and jokes around a story of a kid and her dog. "Well that's better than hearing about what usually goes on in the news." I decided to lie there on the couch and have a nap. After all having to deal with THE densest blockheads on the planet all afternoon. I believe that I deserve one.

~~~?~~~

"Hmm…"

"Yes."

"You will do quite nicely indeed."

"Tonight, You will be… R..."

I woke to my phone's blaring ringtone. "Fuck off phone." I grumbled, rubbing my eyes. I looked at the news and saw it was 9:25PM. "I bet it's him." I pulled my phone out my pocket and saw that it was my boss. "Ugh." with a swipe I answered. "Yello?" "Ah, Simon my boy, you finally answered." The jolly tone of his voice was not at all what I was expecting. "Yeah. Sorry Mr. King I just woke up." I got off the couch and meandered towards the refrigerator. "What is it?" I reached for a can of soda. "Well Simon, I always liked you, so I decided I'd tell you first." I cracked the can and took a quick swig. "Bullshit you always hated me." "What's the news Your Majesty?" He couldn't see it but I bowed a little. Quick as a whip the frivolity and jollienes of his voice vanished. "Alright listen here you little shit, YOU ARE FIRED!" I could hear his blood pressure rising over the phone. "Your severance pay has already been added to your bank account." I took another deep sip. "Well that's a surprise, for sure." I was expecting to get fired soon but fuck, that really puts a dent in my plans. "You are the forth out ten to get laid off, due to budget cuts." As quick as it left, the jolly voice came back. "Thank you for working with us , Have a nice life." I tried to muster a response but nothing came to mind. I looked at my phone in disdain. "Guess I'll go look for a job tomorrow. Oh wait I can't because of this fucking quarantine." I pocketed the phone and began to raid my fridge for something to quell my frustration. "I'll make some chili cheese fries and hopefully carb away the evening." I deadpanned grabbing what I needed from the fridge and got cooking.

After the meal, I went to my room and let myself veg out on YouTube for a bit and when that got stale my mind went to a more devious place. "Well this can help me relax." I snickered to myself. Opening a new incognito window I let my fingers guide me to e621 the place for all your degenerative furry smut needs. Personally I blame Pokemon Mystery Dungeon for sparking my little prepubescent brain down this path. "Damn you gardevoir, and lopunny too" I thought with mock anger while looking for smut of the very pokemon I was damning. "Well I can't hate them really. It's my brain that's really to blame." After a little browsing I found what I was looking for. "I mean could it be like that?" Looking at the art on my screen. "Would it be like that?" My mind wandered away from the smut on screen, much to my boners dismay, and to the more philosophical and moral implications of Pokephilia in the pokemon universe. "Can a pokemon really love a human that way?" I clicked aimlessly on posts. "Could a human love a pokemon that way?" I hit a logical and philosophical dead end, well I could go on but I began to feel a sudden wave of sleepiness crash into me. "Ugh." I looked at the time. "What? It's only 10PM?" "I guess I was more affected by the loss of my job than expected?" I closed my laptop and did some stretches before burying myself in the covers. Slowly I let my mind drift into slumber as I hear someone say.

"Good night."

Well wasn't that a good first chapter?

Feel free to review. I should pump out a few more chapters.