HEY GUYS THIS FANFIC IS MADE BY RAP PIGEON I AM JUST POSTING IT HERE , THE ORIGINAL CONTAINS A LOT OF GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES AND FEW NAMES WHICH ARE DIFFICULT TO CONNECT , SO HERE I AM POSTING IT WITH HOPEFULLY LESS MISTAKES. PLEASE READ AND ENJOY .

"INNER MONOLOGUE"

"regular conversations"

A Different Pokémon World.

Kanto region

Late autumn.

Withered , yellow leaves floated down from the air in a whirl, adding a bit of colour to the dull and rough streets.

In a dark cramped alley some where in saffron city. a scrawny figure lay in messy garbage heap which was overflowing with dirty water.

Withered face, tattered clothes and bare feet covered in mud. The figure was silent as if dead, his hand pale and with visible veins clutching a red and white ball towards his chest.

Suddenly the man's eyelids twitched and he abruptly sat up from the ground panting rapidly.

His eyes seemed to be covered in layer of confusion which with time gradually became clear, memories of a different person impacting him like a raging river making him yearn for some balance, sitting for a while seem to gradually make his situation better.

Finally what seem like forever he sorted all his memories, "IT SEEMS LIKE I TRANSMIGARATED IN THIS BODY IN A WORLD OF POKEMON, THIS BODY WAS NAMED JACK , HE WAS BORN IN A POOR FAMILY IN SAFFRON CITY, HIS PARENTS DIED PREMATURELY DUE TO STRESS FROM OVERWORKING , AND SINCE THEN JACK HAD ONLY ONE GOAL THAT IS TO SURVIVE, TO LIVE. AND NOW THE ORIGINAL JACK HAS DIED AND I WOKE UP IN HIS BODY IN A DIFFERENT WORLD"

Jack looked down to find his dirty fingers , jagged ribs and a pokeball in his hand which had become stiff from holding it for too long. I am in Pokémon world I still cant believe it exclaimed Jack.

rumbling of thunder.

Suddenly it started t rain heavily, looking up one could see the sky as if a veil has been casted on whole city.

The raindrops slapped his the thin body, and icy coldness started penetrating in his bone marrow, bit by bit removing whatever heat his body contained.

biting cold swept through his consciousness ,Jack felt his stomach ache and dryness in his sore throat and lips although what worried him most was the cold .

Stretching his hand in rain gathering some water in his hand, he brought it to his mouth drinking the collected water relieving the dryness of his throat a little.

"I CANT GO ON LIKE THIS , I NEED ,FOOD, SHELTER AND WARM CLOTHES".

Jack was very clear about his condition his frail body cant stand any weather conditions even if its just rain.

"Boss, that kid just ran here", suddenly a subtle voice passed through the thin rain curtain and entered jack's ears. Following which he heard few footsteps approaching. Jack squinted his eyes in concentration staggering as he stood up it seemed that even his legs were stiff from the sitting on garbage heap.

Three figures quickly rushed in the alley appearing in front of Jack. The leader seemed to be ferocious looking man with a scar on his face and with fierce eyes glaring as if daring any one looks directly in them. When his eyes fell on the pokeball in Jack's hands, his face overcame with overwhelming greed.

Suddenly one of the lackey exclaimed "Boss, its really him!", his eyes seemingly filled with greed seeing pokeball in Jack's hand.

Jack from the memories of this body new this person , he was the local gangster who roams this part of streets, his methods were vicious and was quite arrogant. But at the end of the day , he is just one of the bottom people in Saffron City.

For the people at the bottom of the pack the only way to change their future is to get a Pokémon and enter the trainer business.

Trainers are the mainstream of this world, and Pokémon are the hardest fist on this world.

Without Pokémon people are savages fighting to survive without any goal. And now Jack has a Pokeball in his hands.

Cracking sounds came from the scarred man's hands as he clenched them forming a fist, smirking at Jack he slowly walked towards him.

Jack knew with his current body, he simply can't take even one of his punch let alone more. People like this scarred man always justified everything with their fist. Looking at the scarred man getting closer, Jack tightened the hold on the pokeball in his hand. This pokeball was like a hot commodity right now which this man wanted, but this was also an opportunity to change his fate, and also his support at present.

Slightly opening his mouth he inhaled the foul polluted air of the city, holding his breath slightly enjoying the burning sensation in his lungs, he pressed the button on the Pokeball, followed by which the Pokeball opens , a petite, orange segmented body with spikes on the head and tail , with seven pairs of pink gastropods Insect Pokémon appears between himself and the scarred man.

Weedle.

Very common Pokémon.

To Trainers it is a symbol of weakness, though for ordinary people (non trainers), they are gregarious and poisonous, and they are an unprovoked existence in forest.

Such a weak Pokémon, which was not even the size of fist of the scarred man, is not popular with the trainers, but in the eyes of people at the bottom chain it is like a gold, very precious.

Seeing Weedle, the scarred man was startled at first, though he regained his greed quickly enough. Desires can distort persons Cognitive abilities.

"Do you even know Pokémon this is ? Do you even know how to command a Pokémon?" the scarred man harshly asked.

Trainers are not just people who have Pokémon, but they also need to have corresponding theoretical knowledge, proper understanding of abilities, habits, and characters, and should know how to command them to fight and exert their full potential.

In the eyes of the scarred man people like Jack have almost exhausted all theirs energy by just surviving , how could it be possible for them to understand Pokémon, let alone command them to fight. Even if it is a very common Weedle.

Jack with the help of previous host of the body found out that this is indeed a Pokémon world, but this is not the utopian Pokémon world where every thing was goody good, here Pokémon are not the cute creatures that just help you fight , here human have been on the feast menu of Pokémon quite a few times, here there is absolutely no friendship between people.

Jack was not a good person in his previous life, he had experienced what being a social outcast means and was well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Weedle, String Shot." Jack coldly commanded, his voice weak but firm.

Hearing his order, Weedle froze for a moment, then turned to look for the source of sound. Small black eyes met Jack's unquestionable gaze, Weedle's small body trembled slightly. The scarred man who heard the words was startled at firts, but on seeing Weedle's reaction his smile became cruel, taking strides, he rushed up.

Watching the calloused fist getting closer, a flicker of fear appeared in Jack's heart, BUT he stood there and didn't move or more like couldn't move, instead he ordered Weedle again.

"String Shot"

sizzle-

Suddenly, just as the scarred man's fist was only a few inches away from Jack's face, a white seemingly thin thread quickly popped out and wrapped around the fist.

Seeing the Weedle reacting surprised the scarred man, wanting to continue with his previous plan he tried to move his fist again but found that the silk thread spat by the petite Weedle wrapped tightly around his fist, making it difficult to continue.

Jack took a step back making some distance between him and his attacker, he gave another order to Weedle , which sounded like doom to the scarred man.

"Weedle Poison Stings"

The sharp corners on Weedle's head lit up with a purple halo, and several tiny Poison Stings glowing with cold light shot out submerging into the scarred man's arms.

In an instant, the scarred man's face turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans started oozing out from his forehead, the arms started showing rapidly spreading purple colour and started swelling. The toxin started rapidly spreading and the scarred man staggered and knelt down in front of Jack.

With Weedle's current ability and poison, he won't die, but he will definitely loose his mobility.

Seeing this the lackeys standing behind the scarred man were scared shitless and started backing away. But just then they heard Jack's angry voice.

"trying to run away". Hearing this the stopped on the spot and stood stiffly, with a flattering expression on their faces they replied "B B Boss , no! Trainer- ", before they could finish their sentences they were interrupted by Jack, " money, food, clothes, or death, You choose ".