Note: I do not own any properties of Nintendo or Game Freak. This is a non-profit fan creation.

The world of Pokemon is a vast place, full of escapist wonder and joy. From electric mice to cat fetus gods, there's no limit to the kind of creatures that you can encounter here. As a result of encountering these magnificent beasts and taming them, over centuries the Pokemon world has developed multiple professions that utilized Pokemon, but none were quite as popular as the profession called the Trainer class, where people would capture these creatures and have them battle against other trainers as a new kind of sport. Despite the problems that directly incentivizing violence from these powerful creatures often caused, most of these humans and Pokemon lived in relative peace with one another, honing their skills and coming out of their hardships stronger together.

Key word being "most".

Because in this world, there were certain groups who had all of the violent characteristics of the normal trainers amplified, with none of the usual trainers' compassion to balance out their violence. They abused Pokemon for their own selfish ends, without any regard to the Pokemon's well-being. These groups often took up the moniker of "Team" followed by a single, memorable term. Sometimes these groups wanted to take over the world, while others just wanted to make a quick buck and live in the moment.

One of these organizations that have popped up in recent history, was the infamous Team Rocket…

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I remember exactly what I was doing before I blacked out. Looking back, it was a totally unremarkable day too, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I went to work, got home at 6:37 p.m., and then proceeded to wind down for the rest of the day. I watched some episodes of the Johto League of the Pokemon anime and then read some Adventures manga before I slept.

I was a pretty avid Pokemon fan.

Either way, neither watching the anime nor reading the manga could have possibly prepared me for what was to come next.

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After what had seemed like hours, my vision finally started to return to me. I heard people screaming around me in panic and a horrible smell around me. I shook my head a bit to clear my mind and immediately froze when I looked at my surroundings in the strange building I was in.

It was a bunch of what looked like Pikachu plushies all piled on one another. Except these plushies were actually moving! And not only that, there was a figure on what seemed to be a melted bike riding it that looked suspiciously like…

Ash Ketchum.

Holy shit. No way, no fucking way.

I pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream, when my nails suddenly pierced myself harder than I thought they would and drew blood.

"Ow, what the fuu-uuuc?!" My reactionary scream of pain was interrupted by me viewing my hands. Or rather, in this case, claws. Why...did I have claws all of the sudden? My stream of thought was cut short by "Ash" scoffing at me.

"Hitting yourself isn't going to fool me, Meowth!", he taunted while furiously cycling the broken bike, "Don't mind me, I'm just gonna add a little power to Pikachu!"

My eyes widened at what he just referred to me as, "Wait, Meowth?" But just as I processed what he said, one Pikachu suddenly popped out on top of the massive pile of Pikachus with a headband attached to it and a wire connecting it to the bike.

The Pikachu started to gather sparks in its cheeks and said, "Get out of the Pokemon Center ya dang cat! Hopefully this'll teach you a lesson!" I did a double take at hearing a Pikachu plushie actually talk. What kind of crazy fever dream is this?

Just as I began to wonder just what the hell was going on, a searing pain suddenly jolted through me. It was the absolute worst thing that I have ever experienced in my boring, uneventful life. This pain was like a static shock on your finger, only about 1000 times worse, and through your entire body at the exact same time.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" I screamed in utter pain and suffering along with several others beside me.

The electricity was so powerful that it ended up destroying the surrounding area of the Team Rocket members.

"Looks like we're blasting ooooofff!" An Ekans, a Koffing, and my human companions yelled as we were suddenly shot up into the air in an electrifying explosion that looked like it blew up the entire building.

Whether it was from the physical pain of being shocked to the bone, the mental stress I experienced from seeing real life Pokemon, or the combination of both, I passed out black the second time that day.

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When I secretly woke up again in the night, I found that Ekans and Koffing had already woken up and were waiting for their trainers to do the same. I quietly assessed several things now that I had the time to:

I was actually in the Pokemon world. Don't know how and why, but I am.

I got transported into the anime. More specifically, episode 2 of the Indigo League. Which explains why I got absolutely smoked by Pikachu.

I could understand Pokemon. As evidenced by, again, Pikachu.

My mind threatened to burst at the seams with how many questions I had. Why was I here? In this specific Pokemon world? Was I being punished for something that I did?

'Then again,' I thought to myself, 'I highly doubt whatever god there is would send me to a world that I absolutely adore as punishment. Especially as a Pokemon no less.'

Speaking of being a Pokemon, turns out I could actually use moves. Granted, the only ones I could use right now were Fury Swipes and Scratch, both indicated by white light glowing on my claws whenever I decided to activate them. Which was cool and all, but they weren't exactly strong moves, and I had no idea how to even begin learning more. It wasn't like the games where you could just level up and learn a move. You actually needed to train to learn it.

Hmm. Further research and practice would be needed.

At that thought, I suddenly became giddy with excitement. I was actually in the Pokemon world! As a talking Pokemon! That was probably how I was able to recover so much faster than my fellow human companions.

'You've also just killed the original Meowth.' A toxic thought from my subconscious decided to remind me. I couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt at this morbid realization. I never intended to kill Meowth, but then again, I never intended to be reincarnated in the Pokemon world either. I guess I would just have to do my best to provide a good life for Jessie and James. It's what the original Meowth would have wanted, and Jessie and James were still redeemable (as of right now).

And yes, I said Jessie and James only, because fuck Team Rocket. I still had a moral conscience damn it, and besides, being part of an infamous criminal organization was only going to cause problems for us in the long run.

That, and I wanted to be financially successful in the Pokemon world without worrying about being raided by Officer Jenny at a moment's notice. I had some ideas cooking in the oven on how to take down Giovanni, but it was easier said than done. The man was Powerful with a capital P, taking him head on was suicide. I had to be subtle and find an opening while also keeping it a secret from my teammates.

But what that opening was, I had no idea.

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It took Jessie and James about 10 more minutes to wake up, with them only suffering from minor burn wounds, surprisingly enough.

I guess the criminal life toughened up people no matter the universe.

James was the first to voice his disappointment, "That damn Pikachu ruined everything! We were going to become a big buck but we've just been down on our luck! For the thousandth time!" Ah, right, stealing Pokemon. We were gonna have to talk about that in the future.

Jessie became incensed at this. "Don't remind me James, that was a total failure! I can't believe our plan was ruined by a single measly Pikachu!" After a few seconds of fuming, her eyes lit up deviously, "I know! Why don't we steal that twerp's Pikachu for ourselves? After all, that couldn't have been a normal Pikachu if it was able to defeat all of us at once! It must be a super rare Pikachu!" My eyes widened in horror while James cheerfully agreed.

Oh hell no. Time to nip this in the bud before it could fester.

"Look, I know you guys are pissed at losing, but I really don't think going after that brat's Pikachu is a productive use of our time." Jessie was, understandably, gobsmacked that Meowth would actually disagree with her scheme. Especially after such a humiliating loss.

"And why not Meowth?! We could use a powerhouse like that on our team!" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I mean, the Pikachu isn't even that strong. The only reason it beat us was because it was powered by both a bike and all of the other Pikachus at the Center." I conveniently decided to leave out the fact that Ash's Pikachu was already hurt by a bunch of Spearows, as I wasn't supposed to know that and it only would have taken away from my point. If I could stop Jessie and James from wasting their lives chasing a single Pikachu for literal YEARS on end, that would be much appreciated, please and thank you.

They didn't say anything, but I could see the gears grinding as they contemplated my point. Good.

James then asked, "Then what do you expect us to do, Meowth? We haven't caught any new Pokemon so far! We've done nothing but fail ever since we joined the organization!" Of course, his shattered pride probably demanded that they get something out of this experience.

Fortunately for them, I already thought of a new friend who could help us make our lives so much easier.

I grinned, "Fear not, James. I have a plan to catch a Pokemon that would be very useful for us." I pointedly made sure to leave out Team Rocket and emphasize the "us" part.

The Rocket member folded his arms, showing clear skepticism. "Oh? And who exactly is that going to be, Meowth?"

Spreading my arms, I dramatically announced to them:

"Ladies and gentleman, we're going to catch the nimble Psychic type Pokemon, Abra!"

And so it began, my road to fame in the Pokemon world.