Don't Own Pokemon, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
Well... this is certainly... a void.
I look around slowly, nothing is around me, not as far as my eyes can see. Only a dark black nothingness.
It seems that I have died...
I 'look' down to see that I am nothing. Just a vaguely cloud shaped ball of gas.
Is this what a soul looks like?
Suddenly, there is light.
I flinch back as a brilliant sun of energy appears before me.
"Greetings child..." It states, the mere sound of its voice creating a humming ripple throughout this empty space. "You are... a fair distance from home. How did you even get out here?"
I- holy- wow...
It slowly floats around me, seemingly observing me. "My name is Arceus, little one... the one known as god... I will return you to- hold on..."
The light dims, revealing the large deer-like body, it has a strange, golden X shaped ring around its midsection, it has a few green gems throughout. The god leans down, its red pupils surrounded by green iris locking onto my body.
"You... aren't from around here... are you?"
Its eyes glow briefly, then dim back to what they were as it rises to its full height and looks around.
"I see... Fire Red and Leaf Green. Soul Silver and Heart Gold. X and Y. Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire... the stories of those games are... incorrect... but it is a little startling that they have gotten so many characters correct... then... Ash Ketchum... hmmm."
Its eyes trail to me. "It does not make sense how a soul such as yours could get so close to our world on your own... You have given me a lot to think about. A lot of ideas. New ideas for one as old as I is a rarity, and you have given me a considerable portion..."
"It has been a while since I have created new life..." The god idly notes as it looks down at my gas body. "Three gifts, I shall grant to thee. Firstly, a mind that isn't accessible by psychic power. I do not wish for anyone else to see what I have seen within you. A great catastrophe would follow. Secondly, a new body which I assume you would appreciate... and finally... a... pokemon, generated from your memories... unlike anything this world has seen so far."
"Goodbye lost soul... perhaps we shall one day meet again."
The entire world of the void turns white, it is utterly blinding, and in the next moment... nothing...
My eyes crack open, several blurs make themselves known around the room.
I'm a baby.
My arms twitch and flop slightly as I try to move, they are not completely under my control. My movements are awkward and shaky, being a baby sucks. You've got bad vision, poor locomotion, and shit uncontrollably as your body fails to listen to you.
There's one thing that has been keeping me sane.
'Scyther evolves with Black Augurite. Ursaring evolves when given a peat block on a full moon. Basculin evolves with recoil damage. Live fossil pokemon live under Grandpa Canyon.'
And it's repeating trivia I am going to abuse to get ahead in life.
There's a REASON why no Kleavor showed up in the anime, why Ursaring is treated as a fully evolved Pokémon, and why Basculin are seen as sort of useless... I'll need to do some research, but if all of those Pokémon are commonly known not to evolve, I'm about to show that they can, and coast off that discovery for a majority of my life.
'Stantler evolves with Psyshield bash. A little useless considering I don't really know how to teach the move, but I might be able to pull something off with Zen Headbutt.'
An absolutely giant blob appears in my vision, reaching into the crib.
I reach out and grab the finger of my apparent... parent... with a tiny hand.
I'm still not sure if this is my mom or dad, but from the vaguely thin form and long brown hair, I am assuming it to by my mother.
I just... wish I had something to do...
"You can't catch me, Purrloin!" I grin over my shoulder as I dash through my room.
"Purr-LOIN!" A large bipedal purple cat with a long-scythe like tail lunges at me, an impish smile on its face.
I slide on my knees under a table and hop back to my feet.
The cat hops as it reaches the table, moving onto all fours as it quickly clears the table.
It leaps as it reaches the edge and lunges for my back.
I sidestep it, allowing the feline to land gracefully on the floor. It swiftly turns before I can run away again and prods my shin with a paw.
"Awww." I pout.
The cat purrs as I crouch down and rub the top of its head. "Looks like you win again."
"Puuuuurrloin!" It cheers.
"Wanna go see what mom is cooking?" I ask with a small smile.
The pokemon matches my impish smile and nods. "Purr purr."
It has been a long while since I have been transported into this world. And I've figured out a couple of things... firstly, I'm in Unova. The region for pokemon Black and White.
My favorite region due to Nostalgia... plus, the main legendries were particularly cool this generation.
This year, I turn Thirteen. In a mere two years I can leave this place behind and go on a magical journey!
There's so many pokemon I want to catch! A small part of myself wants to be a dragon trainer, but if limit myself like that, I won't be able to train OTHER really cool dragon-like pokemon like Tyranitar or Aggron!
Actually... doesn't Lance have a Gyrados and a Charizard? That's water flying and fire flying... but they are all in the dragon egg group.
Ah well, if Tyrunt is a dragon type, I'll consider other badass dinosaurs dragons!
Anyways, being in Black and White is actually fairly important...
My name is Nate...
As in... the male protagonist for pokemon black and white two.
We turn and walk out of my room. I had lasted a surprising amount of time against Purrloin, my mother's pokemon.
We turn left, walking down a short hallway and as we enter a new room, look across the living room to the kitchen, a brown haired woman is stood before the stove, she has pale skin, and wears a simple blue t-shirt and jeans. Her brown hair is tied up above her head in a single bun, allowing a few strands to fall freely.
"Hey mom!" I exclaim as I skip into the kitchen. "Whatcha' cooking?"
The woman looks over at me, paused in front of a pan with a spatula, the sizzling of meat reaches my ears.
She flashes me a small smile. "Guess~"
"Burgers!" I cheer.
"Purrloiin!" The cat beside me echoes my excitement.
"They're almost ready." The woman states.
She frowns suddenly. "Actually... we are out of buns..."
She steps away from the pan for a moment and opens a small coin purse. She retrieves a single coin. Five Poké. "Nate, could you be a dear and go run to the store really quick."
"Okay." I nod as I take the coin. "I'll be back soon."
I look to the bipedal cat that comes up to my knee. "Wanna come Purrloin?"
"Loin!" The cat nods.
"Alright, we'll be back soon, mom." I wave as I walk over to the door and slip on my shoes.
"Be safe." She smiles as she goes back to the stove.
"I will!" I grin as I slip the coin in my pocket and step out the door.
The small cat lets out a small trill and hops once, landing on my shoulder.
I reach up and scratch it under the chin.
Purrloin is still my mother's pokemon, but we just seem to... get... each other. My mom took her in back when she still worked as a pokecenter receptionist. Some trainer didn't want Purloin and just... left her at the center.
I don't understand why anyone would, as she is the sweetest thing, but it seriously helped me out... I learned how to battle pokemon... somewhat.
Mom let me take her out sometimes- under supervision of course- and battle beside the pokecenter.
We make it to the store fairly quickly, it's a mere five-minute jog.
"Well, if it isn't Nate and Purrloin." The older woman behind the counter hums. "What can I get for you, hun?"
"Oh, I just need some buns." I hum as I step over to one of the shelves and grab a simple eight pack of buns.
"Did your mom make burgers again?" The woman questions.
"Yep." I nod as I step back to the counter and fish the coin out of my pocket.
I sit the coin and the buns on the counter.
"Your change is four poké." The woman announces as she swaps out the large yen-like coin for four smaller ones.
'Poke' are roughly equal to American dollars. It really puts into perspective just how utterly expensive it is to be a trainer. A single NORMAL pokeball costs three hundred dollars.
"Thank you Miss Limma." I smile brightly as I take the change and slip them in my pockets. I grab the plastic bag holding the buns with one hand and wave with my other one.
"Be safe, dear." The woman waves.
"Don't worry. I will!" I reply with a wave that Purrloin mimics.
I smile over at the feline as we begin making our way back.
One minute into my jog, I freeze mid-step.
"H-HEY! T-that's my sisters! That's my sister's Purrloin! Give it back!" A voice protests.
My eyes slide over to a nearby alleyway, Purrloin's eyes meet mine, and in that moment, we understand what we must do.
We peer around the alley to see two adults in black, they both wear what looks like special forces uniforms. They wear vests and dark clothing, both, a man and a woman, have a black mask covering their lower faces.
Upon their heads they wear a Beret with a white X on the front.
The man has a backpack on, and in his hand is a single pokeball.
At his hip is another, the same with the woman.
Before the two criminals, is a boy with spikey blueish-black hair and red eyes.
He stands protectively in front of a small girl with brown hair, tied up in a pony tail atop her head, tears are in her eyes.
"Swift yoink and return." Whisper under my breath.
The feline leaps from my shoulder, it is surrounded by a grey outline as it blurs forwards on all fours, the man's head turns to the side at the last second, his eyes widen but it is too late. The Purrloin's claws slash out, in one smooth movement its claws slash at the strap of the man's backpack, leaving a shallow cut, continuing the slash, it swipes the pokeball from his hand.
The cat leaps back suddenly, gaining considerable distance.
It pauses in front of me, never facing away from our foes.
It offers the pokeball to me, so I take it with a small smirk at the two team plasma goons. "This... doesn't belong to you."
"Tch- another brat." The man snarls as he grabs the pokeball at his hip he pushes the button, causing a red beam of light to sprout from the orb. "Teach him a lesson Sandile."
A small, stubby little lizard with a flat snout and grey scales appears, it has two forward facing eyes shrouded in a dark patch, it also has black bands of scales across its body. It lets out an annoyed growl. "Saaaandile."
The woman summons a pokemon as well. "Woobat, you are on support."
A small fuzzy blue bat without eyes appears, all I can see is a fairly large pig-like nose with a heart nostril and a toothy maw.
Ah... this is suboptimal. Both species are on average a fair bit stronger than a Purrloin, and I have to fight two of them.
I notice the two children rush to my side.
I offer the pokeball to the two of them, the boy takes it roughly from my hand and glares at the two plasma members.
"Sandile, Sand Tomb!" The plasma grunt calls out.
"Purr, Dodge it. Quick attack, foot stool into the wall, leap and pursue." I command.
The cat lunges forwards as a whirlwind of grit and sand spew from the crocodile's mouth. The sand washes over the alley floor, sending skittering pebbles raining down upon me and the two other children as it misses Purrloin, who had leapt to the side.
"Woobat! Confusion!"
A pinkish aura surrounds the cat as it tenses, preparing to launch itself at the sand crocodile.
'fucking idiot. Using psychic moves on a dark type.'
Purrloin doesn't even flinch as it launches forwards, Sandile's mouth clenches shut, ending its sandy attack.
"Sandile! Bite!" The man shouts.
Purrloin leaps just as its jaws open and snap closed, the small cat landing on the Sandile's back, it leaps off the lizard, towards the wall, and swiftly runs up it for a brief time before leaping again, heading for its true target.
"Woobat! DODGE!" The woman shouts.
The bat listens well, dodging the cat's two poised claws with a well placed flap of its wings, but Purrloin gains a smirk as its tail, absolutely cloaked in black energy whirls around and slams into the bat, sending it reeling.
"Finisher." I call out.
The cat crouches on the wall and leaps again.
"Sandile! Sand Tomb!" The male grunt growls.
Shit!
"ABORT!" I call out.
Sadly, Purrloin can't dodge mid-air.
Purrloin, and the Woobat are struck with a powerful whirlwind of sand. They are both blasted into the alley wall. Woobat is rendered utterly unconscious on impact, but Purrloin cringes in pain as its back smashes roughly against the brick.
"PURRLOIN!" I call out as it falls to the floor.
It lands with a dull thump, it slowly and shakily raises to its feet, it looks weak and winded. It'll have a hard time dodging as it is now.
T-they are going to take Purrloin...
Fuck No.
I refuse.
I kick a pebble up into my hand, preparing myself to absolutely pelt the sand lizard in the back of the head, but... then the extraordinary happens.
Purrloin is surrounded by an extraordinary glow.
Evolution.
Nice. Thank Arceus.
The figure of my friend grows larger and larger, eventually the glow fades revealing that good ol Purr has Evolved into a Liepard.
It stands, at three times its original height, yellow has replaced the cream colored fur along its body, it has long yellow whiskers, there are several circular yellow spots around its deep purple fur coat, it has violet markings connecting to its nose that look similar to a mask.
"Liepard." I command slowly, the large beast of a cat looks over to me, a feral snarl on its face as it faces the Sandile. "Quick Swipes."
Its snarl turns upwards as it stands to its full height. As she is now, her head reaches up to above my belly button.
Liepard disappears. Becoming a mere blur as she lunges forwards.
"Sandile-" the grunt begins to shout.
The blur blasts past the Sandile, there's a brief flash, and it is suddenly knocked to the side.
The blur changes direction and hits him again, this time from a different angle, creating another scratch along the Sandile's scales.
It does this thrice more, then slaps the reeling Sandile aside with its tail cloaked in dark energy.
The small lizard rolls briefly before coming to a stop by the alley wall, knocked unconscious.
A red laser hits the crocodile.
The two mooks turn and look as if they are about to sprint away.
*Snap*
The backpack strap snaps, sending the backpack hurtling to the floor with a quiet thump.
The man whirls back around to try and grab the bag, but Liepard blurs forwards and places a paw on the bag, growling menacingly at the man.
He seemingly decides to cut his losses and sprints in the other direction.
The two children I helped seem to have taken the opportunity to disappear.
Shame.
I slowly walk over to the bag, Liepard purring as I approach. "You did wonderfully Liepard."
"They seemed to really want this bag... I wonder what's in it." I note.
I crouch down and open it.
Eggs.
Pokemon eggs.
Numerous kinds.
At least twelve.
All uncracked from their small fall.
"Fuck." I lowly curse, causing the large cat to lazily swipe at me with her tail, a warning glare on her face.
"oh, sorry, Frick." I correct, causing the cat's ire to lessen.
"We... need to get these to my mom." I slowly state. "She can call the cops... and we can eat burgers."
"Pard!" The liepard nods.
I zip the backpack closed and carefully pick it up, then the two of us begin our slow journey back home.
A blue haired woman sits on the couch in front of me. "That was extremely reckless young man. Team plasma are hardened criminals. You could have been seriously injured."
"I know it's just... when I saw them taking that girl's Purrloin... I imagined what it would be like if someone took my mother's Purrloin... er- Rather, Liepard."
"Liiie." The cat snorts with a small nod, lying beside the couch, curled up slightly.
The woman before me has extremely short hair covered by a tan police hat with a green downward facing emblem on the front, she wears a tan police uniform with an extremely tight skirt that barely passes her thighs.
"Well..." The woman slowly whispers. "I... can't fault you for trying to help people... just... next time, please leave it to the professionals."
"Did all the eggs get returned?" I slowly ask.
"Well, Yes." The woman nods. "The pokemon breeders were really happy to get those back, apparently team Plasma snuck in earlier today and made off with a bunch of eggs... yet... there is one egg that we retrieved that wasn't from there... actually, we don't know where it came from... they must have picked it up from somewhere else, but nobody has come forwards about a missing egg."
"Since you found it, I was wondering if you wanted to keep it." The woman slowly states. "At least until someone comes forwards... and if nobody does within a few weeks, it's yours."
I look over to my mother who simply nods once.
"I'd love to keep it!" I cheer. "But... we don't have an incubator, so... I'm not sure if we are the best to take care of an egg."
"Don't worry about that." The Jenny smirks "The breeders were so happy that you got their eggs back, that they wanted to gift you an incubator. I'll be right back."
The woman stands up and makes her way to the door.
She steps outside.
A minute passes before she returns. A glass device in her hands.
It is shaped like a dome, with a few meters and dials on the bottom.
She sits it down on the table in front of me with a smile. "Here's the egg!"
The egg within is a teal blue color, it is a solid shade throughout, it is fairly bright, actually, there's no blemishes or dark spots on the egg at all, just a perfect light blue shell.
I smile works its way onto my face as I stare at the egg.
"I'm glad you like it." The Jenny states. "Well, my business here is done. I think I'll take my leave. Stay safe, you two."
The officer turns and leaves, this time for good.
I look down at my egg.
This'll be my first pokemon...
I'm so excited!
'let's see here... baby pokemon can survive on numerous things, berries are the safest bet and it is recommended to feed an infant pokemon berries for at least a week, then you can give it other foods depending on its type and dietary needs.'
"NATE! IT'S HATCHING!" I hear my mother shout from the living room.
I leap from my chair and whirl around, Liepard, who was lying on my bed picks her head up and looks at me sleepily.
I turn around and swiftly rush out of my room, leaving the door ajar as I run to the living room.
I leap over the couch and land in a crouch in front of the coffee table where the incubator sits, my mom is sitting on the couch beside me, it looks as if she has already opened the front of the case.
The teal egg wobbles slightly a crack cascading across the shell quickly.
This is the moment!
*Crack*
A couple egg fragments fall away, fire shoots through the holes, not going far enough to reach me, but still enough that I back up quickly
The egg shatters as another puff of flame explodes outwards.
Sitting there is... something I never expected to see in this world...
'Why is that here?!'
A small blue blob stares up at me.
It is literally just a small sphere, it has two tiny wings on the sides of its body, and extremely short horns on the top of its head, each a deep bluish green at the base, black in the middle, and red at the tips, it has solid black eyes, and a large maw for a mouth that has quite a few extremely sharp teeth. Surprisingly sharp for something that was born literally twenty seconds ago.
On the bottom of its body are three pointed red scales that protrude outwards from its underside. It looks as if it has a single tiny red foot, if you look at it from certain angles, but that's just merely scales.
"Peti-Petii" it warbles as it wobbles in place for a moment, looking up at me with stars in its eyes.
A digimon...
Petitmon.
"-and finally... a... pokemon, generated from your memories... unlike anything this world has seen so far."
'Oh, Arceus you devious god, you. That's plagiarism. But I adore my gift. Thank you.'
"What... is that?" My mother wolders.
"It's a dragon type!" I cheer as my head snaps over to my mother. "Where's that pokeball you said you'd get me? I've never seen this kind before! He's a new species!"
"Lie... pard?" The large leopard-like cat blinks slowly as it peers over the back of the couch.
she hops over easily and sniffs the dragon.
"Pet-Petii!" The dragon cheers cutely as it rubs its head against the cat's nose.
"Pard." The cat notes as it steps back and gives me an approving nod, seemingly deeming that it is safe. "Liepard-pard"
My mother slowly stands and goes to the kitchen, retrieving a pokeball from atop the fridge.
She smiles and holds it out to me. "Well, here it is."
I gently take the red and white sphere.
"Hey little guy." I whisper down to the dragon.
"Petit?" It titters as it tilts its head to the side.
"I'm going to be your trainer from now on." I announce as I slowly move the pokeball forwards. "Does that sound good?"
"Petti!" The dragon exclaims as it floats forwards, bouncing off the front of the pokeball.
The orb snaps open and envelopes the dragon in a red light.
The orb wobbles once, then clicks, signifying that I have caught the little beastie.
I push the button open to release the dragon, it looks around and lets out another cute little cry. "Petit-mon!"
Apparently Arceus decided that it shall say only its name instead of legitimate words like most digimon can speak.
A true prank on my boy from god.
Maybe he'll learn how to speak as he evolves... he was just born after all.
The small blob of a dragon lifts off the ground, floating like a balloon with a few lazy flaps of its wings, it floats through the air without flapping its wings.
"What... is it?" My mother asks.
"A dragon type I have never seen before." I whisper with a grin. "And that's certainly a big thing because I've spent the last year or two scouring the internet for all the cool dragon types I could find... I've looked through Galar, Kanto, Sinoh, even Alola, but NONE have anything that even slightly look like this!"
"Is... it dangerous?" She whispers, eyes slowly trailing the dragon. "Aren't dragons... vicious?"
"Hm. Well, Liepard vouched for... it... I'd say that they are pretty safe... and besides, it's more the fully evolved dragons that are angry and dangerous. The younger forms are typically calmer."
The orb floats down to me and allows me to scratch the top of its head, I go to scratch its chin only to freeze, hand inches away from its stomach.
I slowly take my hand back and look at my mother with the most serious face I can muster. "Do not scratch their belly. He gets really angry when someone touches his three red scales."
"I... should probably call Juniper." The woman slowly states.
"Who?" I question.
"Oh, you wouldn't know her, dear. The last time you saw her you were a baby." The brown haired woman waves off. "She is the pokemon professor in Unova."
"You know the pokemon professor." I deadpan.
"W-Well" the older woman hums shyly scratching the back of her head. "Not THE pokemon professor, but A Pokémon professor."
"Uknown Pokemon Detected. Estimated Typing: Dragon"
The Gameboy-esque device in the woman's hand lets out a dull drone. "Well, Lana... you are right, this is certainly unusual."
She has short light brown hair, a dull white lab coat with the collar raised, her hair is short with a windswept top part that... I don't really know how to describe...
Her head looks like an ice cream cone.
She has a simple white shirt and a green pencil skirt underneath the lab coat.
She tilts her head slightly. "Let's try this..."
"Moves Known: Tackle, Growl, Dragon Dance, Unknown Fire Type Move Detected."
"Hmm." The woman hums as she looks over to me. "You... really have something special here. Most dragons, even in their baby forms are just a tad ornery, this one is calm and composed even around new people."
She reaches up to touch it, but I grab her wrist. "Don't touch his stomach. He hates it. He's calm as can be, you can touch the top of his head tug on his horns, and pet him, but if you touch those red scales on his stomach he gets into a really bad mood."
I release the woman who looks at me calculatingly for a moment. "Hn, is that so? So his primal draconic instincts are there, they just need a catalyst to come out. Interesting..."
She looks over to my mother and myself as my future partner floats around the room like a helium balloon caught in a gentle breeze, slowly but surely flipping over as it lets out a quiet chant. "Peti Peti Petitmon!"
"Entirely new pokemon aren't exactly my forte, sadly... that is more Oak's line of work... I could perhaps give him a call? A new pokemon is sure to interest him."
"I'd like that." I smile with a nod.
"Very well. You said you wanted to be a pokemon trainer, correct? if I tell him, he is more than likely to offer you an opportunity to study under him for a time before you leave for an adventure while he studies this... Petit...mon?"
I look towards my mom. "C-Can I? I might even be able to get a Charmander and those are like, among the coolest starters ever!"
"Nate..." My mother sighs with a slightly exasperated look. "You... have always wanted to leave... I see the desire for adventure in your eyes... if he does ask for that... you can go."
"YES!" I cheer.
"I will see about pulling a few strings to get you a 'Junior Trainer Liscence' so you can legally own Petitmon instead of using a legal technicality of your mother owning him." The woman states as she slowly stands. "I expect big things, Nate."
I shift the backpack on my shoulders as I look back to my mother and Liepard, we are on a dock, the sound of crashing waves reach my ears as I smile brightly. "Well, I'm off."
Professor Juniper was right. Professor Oak DID want to see the used to be digimon.
My mother smiles sadly, as she looks on. "Be safe, Nate."
"Lie... Liepard." The cat frowns.
"You better keep mom safe, Liepard."
"Pard!" The cat nods.
"Remember to call me as soon as you get there, alright?" My mother continues. "Remember to feed Peti, and be good for Mr. Oak."
"Don't worry." I smile brightly. "We'll be good and Petitmon will keep me safe!"
I wave and turn around, swiftly rushing towards the boat with a grin on my face.
I slowly walk through a sparse little town... a village really.
Every building seems to have a garden of their own, there are only one hundred buildings or so, certainly a bit less than my own town's couple thousand, a fair amount of which were multi-story.
Here. Nothing seems to stretch above two stories.
I spy my destination in the distance, a large building with an arched roof, there is a large windmill behind it.
I adjust my backpack, glancing to the pokeball at my waist.
I march my way up the hill towards the lab.
It takes around a minute, but I eventually reach the large wooden doors to the lab.
They are far larger than normal 'doors' probably for the use of pokemon as well as people.
I spy a doorbell to the side and gently press it.
I wait for a few moments, then the door is eventually opened by a woman with long brown hair. "Hello, what may I do for you."
"Is this Oak's lab?" I ask as I look to around slowly.
"It is. What do you need?"
"Oak wanted me to come study under him so he could observe the new dragon type pokemon I found?" I shrug meekly with an impish grin.
She is silent for a moment. "One sec."
The door closes.
"GRAMPS!" I hear her call out, voice muffled by the door. "Did you want some kid with a supposed new dragon type?!"
"He's here?! Let him in!" I hear a voice exclaim from deeper in the lab.
A few seconds later the door opens.
The woman behind the door, who I can now see is in a lab coat, looks down at me, an apologetic expression on her face. "Sorry about that, we get a lot of people who come in, claiming that they have incredible things, but in reality it's just a painted Magikarp... there was even a time when someone tried to tape wings on a Ratata and proclaim it was a new species."
I give her a slow blink. "Are you... like being serious?"
Her long sigh and slumped shoulders gives me all the answer I need.
"Come in, come in." She waves inside as she opens the massive door wider.
I step inside and slowly walk forwards as she closes it behind me.
"Ah," an elderly looking man with short grey hair hums as he turns away from a computer to face me. "You must be... Nate, right?"
I nod once. "Yeah. I'm Nate."
"Good, Good..." The man slowly nods.
"May I see... Petitmon?" He asks slowly, pleading for me to release my 'pokemon'.
"You may... this is Petitmon."
I press the button on the pokeball and with a flash the small orb-like dragon appears.
It floats off the ground and flutters around, eventually flipping over slightly as its wings wobble. "Peti Peti!"
"Interesting... I have never seen anything like this before. May I touch it?"
"You may, he doesn't mind being touched, just watch out for those red scales on his stomach, if you touch them it puts him in a really bad mood. He'll stop acting like a happy little balloon and more like a legitimate dragon type." I answer easily, eyes trailing the dragon type now floating lazily up in the rafters. "Peti, can you come here for a second."
"Petitmon!" It cheers as it floats down.
"This is professor Oak." I introduce the pokemon professor as the dragon floats beside my head. "He's going to help us understand more about you."
"Peti?" It mutters as it looks over.
"Hello Petitmon, my name is Professor oak." The man smiles kindly as he slowly raises a hand.
"Peti!" It cheers as it floats forwards and places its forehead against his palm.
The man strokes his hand down one of its horns, causing the small dragon to let out a quiet purr. "I see. Fairly tolerant for a dragon type, even if it is merely a baby. Most would be immediately cautious and ornery when meeting a new person. There are exceptions, of course, Swablu and Alola's Drampa being the notable ones. I suppose being around humans since it hatched has had an effect like it does with most dragon types."
It returns to idly floating around the room.
"What have you been feeding it, my boy." He asks.
"I looked online for what to feed baby dragon pokemon, just some meat and oran berries, he seemed to really like it."
"Hm... we will have to determine his true diet, then... Berries are fine when they are first hatched, but there's a small chance he will grow unhealthy if he is meant to be a carnivore."
I nod slowly. "That was my fears... he has incredibly sharp teeth, so I assumed he ate meat, but I couldn't be sure, so I based his diet on the superior dragon types like Dratini, Deino, and Bagon."
"Those eat far more than normal pokemon due to the immense energy required for them to evolve, and this tiny one ate all of that without any discomfort?!"
"No- you misunderstood, I based it on those types, I made sure to cut back, though, taking into account his size."
"Hm. Well, his feeding habits will be something we will figure out so you can take care of him." The oak hums as he looks down at a pokedex in his hand.
He gives it a brief scan.
"Petitmon. No information has been entered." The dex dings. "Moves Known: Tackle, Growl, Dragon Dance, Unregistered Fire Move."
"Unregistered fire move? Hm. I had thought we got most of them." The man mutters with a confused expression.
"OH!" The man balks. "I am incredibly sorry, I haven't even introduced myself and have gone right into researching your pokemon, my boy, that was incredibly rude."
"No, it's fine." I wave off. "He is quite interesting."
"My name is Professor Oak, the Pokémon professor.
"I am Nate Blake, future Pokémon trainer." I greet.
"I'm sure you will be a great trainer, my boy." The professor nods. "What you will be doing here while I study Petitmon here is take care of quite a few of the Pokémon on my ranch."
"Now, I will warn you." He continues. "A couple of my pokemon are a bit... unruly... yet, if you respect their boundaries, you will be perfectly fine."
"Alright."
"GRAAAAAAAAH!" A hyperbeam shoots off into the sky as the massive figure before me flails around.
"Shhhh." I quietly sooth as I hold out a hand. "it's alright. You're safe... you know where you are, right, Magikarp?"
The absolutely massive blue lengthy eastern dragon in front of me stops its thrashing and looks down at me.
"Yeah, don't worry, you just evolved... you're all big now... I guess I should be calling you Gyarados now, hm?"
"Gyyrrrrr." The large serpent lowly growls as its eyes narrow, its anger looks to be building.
"Gyarados, Professor Oak will be reaaally mad if you start causing trouble, you know? And you're scaring all your friends!"
"Gyara..." The serpent mutters as it begins slowly sinking in the water, casting a glance at all the shivering fish pokemon in the small pond.
With a flash, an alakazam teleports into the area. It has its spoons raised defensively, but it quickly scans the surroundings and lowers them.
Its eyes lock onto my back, and it stares for a few seconds.
"Oh, hello Alakazam. One of oak's trainers had their magikarp evolve into a Gyarados. I managed to calm him down though!"
"Alakazam..." The pokemon whispers.
Normally it would speak into your head, but... that's not really an option for me. Arceus seems to have locked me off from ALL psychic abilities... he REALLY didn't want my knowledge getting blasted to every single psychic pokemon I came across, plus I'm fairly certain that he put a couple psychic locks on me from saying certain things. The immunity to psychic powers has a certain interesting consequence, however...
I have a 'Dark type' comparable to legendries... just without all that cool strength that comes with it.
What does that mean?
Dark type energy is something that disrupts psychic energy. It doesn't make you immune, it more or less just cancels it out, much like insulation.
The move miracle eye gets over this, but... it's not perfect.
Nothing is perfect.
Once a dark type specialist got it in their head to go after one of the Lake trio... only to get absolutely crushed as it casually ignored the supposed 'immunity' that dark types are supposed to have. And it didn't even use miracle eye.
Legendaries are completely abnormal. Completely out of the norm. They are legendary for a reason, after all, complete forces of nature... even the 'weaker' ones could destroy a region if they really wanted. The stronger ones just do it without a lot of effort or maybe even accidentally.
Anyways. Legendary-esque dark type psychic resistance.
That little aspect of myself really floored professor Oak when I first met Alakazam. But we crafted a grand little theory.
People can have types too.
I mean, it's a little obvious, but it appears we are limited to three or four.
The 'normal' types, which all human life practically is, the 'Psychic' types like Sabrina and all the other psychics around, fighting type is debatable, but certain martial artists are able to perform things slightly out of the norm, then there's me... a dark type.
Possibly the only one.
Then again, I was teleported over here... maybe I'm only immune to the 'mental' aspects of psychic powers. Like, my body could still be broken by a Psychic, but I have my brain scrambled by a confusion, or be put to sleep by a hypnosis? Or maybe I can choose to allow beneficial effects? Not telepathy, of course, but other things that don't really work on my mind."
"Is professor oak finished taking x-rays of Draco?"
The dog fox humanoid... thing... nods once.
"Ah, alright, I'm done here." I state as I slowly turn around. "You be good, Gyarados."
"Gyrrr." The dragon growls, mouth underwater as bubbles fill the water in front of it.
"Bye!" I wave as I turn and begin making my way back to the lab.
It's a quick jog, but I eventually make it back... to see Alakazam already there, standing beside professor oak.
"WHAT?!" The old man shouts.
The small dragon sitting on a nearby desk flinches at his tone.
The man swiftly turns to me. "Thank Arceus you are alright, my boy! I wasn't aware Colby's Magikarp was that close to evolving. If I had, I wouldn't have given you the task to feed the water types today."
He lets out a long sigh. "I am pleased that nobody was hurt... how did you even manage to calm it down?"
"I scolded it?"
"You scolded a freshly evolved Gyarados into submission?! That is simply not possible-" His eyes suddenly widen, nearly popping out of his head as he looks to Kadabra. "REALLY?!"
Petitmon and I have been here for about a week, in that time, we have found out quite a bit about my boy, firstly, I have decided to stop calling him 'Peti' and simply call him 'Draco'. It's early enough in his life where a name change could still stick.
The old man cups his chin. "The fact you were able to talk down a Gyarados is a miracle."
*THIS IS WHERE I STOPPED WRITING*
Hiiiii it's been a while, huh?
I finally finished something for this fic!
I've been on a REAL pokemon kick recently if you couldn't tell. I MIGHT update this in the future, basically what was going to happen is Nate assists at the lab for 2 years, Petitmon evolves into Babydmon, he gets a Charmander which was used to help test out Petitmon's new fire move 'torch', Professor oak gives that Charmander to Nate after they get attached, Nate returns to Unova to start his Gym circuit, beats Cheren, goes to Roxxi, meets Rosa, travels with Rosa, finds Yancy's lost XTransceiver, meets Yancy, Yancy travels with Nate and Rosa, Nate completes the gym circuit after grabbing the rest of his dragon types, (And not-so dragon types), they are pestered across their journey by Yancy's older sister, Klara (Yes, THAT Klara... I thought there would be some tasty drama between the two, one who's cheerful, and the other who loathes her sister because she did everything she couldn't. It actually fits REALLY well, as Klara was an 'Underground Pop Star' who only sold 8 copies of her original debut album, which, in this lore, most of them secretly purchased by her younger sister and family.) anyways, yada yada, Babydmon evolves to Dracomon, to Coredramon blue, to Wingdramon, to Examon, eventually gaining the ability to 'Mega Evolve' into Examon X.
The romance was going to be Nate x Rosa, but eventually revealed that Rosa is BI and adding Yancy into it.
Anyways, I hope you all liked this little thing. I'll see you all whenever I decide to lose focus and write something else.