Hey everyone this is my first go at writing a fanfic. I've been reading them for years and just felt the need to write one myself, because there are a couple of story ideas bouncing around in my head.
I even have a semi-prompt at the end if any other fic writers are interested.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to Pokémon... But~ I do love the shit out of it!
Enjoy. :)
OC -
So I don't really remember my death, I figure I probably went in my sleep or something. What I do know is when I woke up into this world I was a screaming blob of newborn baby and being handed over to my new family.
All I can say is I was a bit hysterical those first few weeks, or maybe it was months... it could have been years...
Eh... I snapped out of it eventually.
I remember quite a bit of my old life. I was female, which thankfully hasn't changed, I don't really know what I would have done if I found myself with extra... I was the eldest child of a large family, made up of four brothers, three sisters, a mum and a dad. My dad past away when I was 15 and mum had to support us by herself. I liked to think that my eldest'-younger brothers and I helped out a lot. I was always a responsible child, especially with how many brothers and sisters I had to babysit. It turned me into a responsible adult and nearly always the dezo. I was never really in a relationship and always considered myself single, I think was only about 24 or so when my previous life ended, so I was kinda concerned but still not really looking for a partner at the time.
After high school I moved from the country home to the city for awhile. I had gone to university to study art since I liked drawing and creating new and interesting things. But the classes involved a lot of theory and that I didn't like. I mean why should I care that I used one colour over another because it means something on a subconscious level. A blue sky is a blue sky!!!
I finished the course and got the degree, and then I moved back into my home town and started work in the same industry that my mum and dad worked in. Farming which included; shearing, fencing, cropping, etc. I had grown up with it and I was comfortable there.
When the day was finished I would go home and paint or draw, usually animals because that's what I enjoyed.
Except Friday night. Friday nite was pub night.
I liked my life. I loved my friends and family, and was loved by them too.
I was happy just where I was.
Then somehow I wake up in this world with people speaking a language I vaguely recognise but I don't understand and a technological era that would have been new 60 years in the past of my other life.
Well I suppose it's 'old life' not 'other' now, I know I can't go back and I'll miss my family a lot. Sadly, I like to believe that I'm the one that died and they're very much alive and still living their lives and loving each other, even if they're morning me with dad. I think I'll miss my mum most of all, she was always supportive of me and I loved her for it. #BestMumInTheWorld!
I didn't know I was in a new world at first, and it took me until I was seven to actually confirm it. And even then it was because I was being a selfish little brat.
Growing up again was strange, learning to use my voice, my hands, and my legs was frustrating as all hell. I really gained a new appreciation for all those children who learn fantastical skills or multiple languages before four, I mean just the attention span alone was killing me.
This new language wasn't as different or new as I originally thought. The vaguely familiar part was that it was very similar to Japanese, but again I wasn't an expert, so it might not have been exact. I only learnt one language (English) in my previous life. However I did learn a bit of Chinese in primary school and some French in highschool. I can remember; hello, goodbye and can count to ten in both those languages. I think I had about 4years for both of them too... I obviously learnt heaps...
I only thought it resembled Japanese because of how much anime I would watch in my old life. One Piece, Naruto, Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul. Name it and I've probably at least heard of it. I would read a lot of manga as well, all in English, but still. Besides those mentioned already my favourite mangas at the time before my change, were Skipbeat (OMG! I'm never gonna know what happens with KyoRen, 10 YEARS!! '~'/) and ironically enough a lot of Isekai manga.
Pokemon was a series I fell in love with as a kid at the age of 5 and continued to enjoy well into my 'adult' life. Well... I say that but I watched until Alola, if your a fan, you know why. Though Unova had its moments too... I did not like Iris... or Trip... or Pikachu losing to level 5 Snivy... I mean come on!! Whatever I got though it and were moving on.
Anyway, when I was younger I collected cards, posters, stickers, toys and colouring books. Between us, I think my brothers and I had nearly the entire collection of video games, from the Nintendo 64 to the Switch. We would even make up games to play while mum and dad worked, if we didn't have a console.
That's kind of the reason why I didn't pick up on the fact that I was in a different world straight away. I just thought that my new parents were even bigger fans than I was. I mean I never really went into the library in the younger years of my new life, and I wasn't really allowed outside much, sticking to the home garden mostly. Also, as I said before the tech wasn't as advanced so the T.V wasn't too spectacular for information (with me believing the poke re-runs were on most of the time) and there wasn't any form of internet (that I could find, and believe me I looked). I was given Pokémon toys to play with, some of the clothes and linen were poke patterned.
Yeah so... I thought my new parents were much, much more fanatic then I was... like almost crazyly so.
There were even paintings and pictures of Pokémon in different habitats and vista's on the walls of the hallways, and yet for some reason it just didn't click.
And yes you heard right hallways as in more than one. My new family was, as some might say "rich". I'm not talking two story house with a yard rich, I'm talking James from Team Rocket rich. It's kinda weird that I made that comparison before I even realised my situation.
Anyway maybe loaded is a better description?
I had never seen so much opulence before. I mean I wasn't poor in my previous life but this was a huge adjustment to make. I don't think I had even seen the whole house before I was eight, but there were multiple reasons for that. One of the main reasons was because no one would come explore with me and I was a little worried about getting lost. Just me, my parents and the help.
Yeah you heard right again. My new parents, Alister and Cordelia Delaney, didn't have any other children which made me sad at first considering how many brothers and sisters I'd had in my old life. But After thinking it over, I thought about how sad a real child would feel in my situation so I was kind of relieved they decided that I was enough. Since they had so much money, they could hire a maids/ babysitters/ teachers to look after me. More than one of each even. Early on the help taught me the language, maths and etiquette. Guiltily enough, there may have been a little history taught too... but again I denied my thoughts and just assumed they wanted me to enjoy Pokémon even more.
I mean ree~eally crazy fanatics...
This caused another restriction for me not to notice the change in universe.
During this growth period I didn't see much of my new parents. They would check on me now and then to see how my studies were going and I didn't really talk to them much as they would only really speak to my "care'ers". If they spoke to me at all, it was more at me then with me. Even then it was only when we all went to parties, where I would demonstrate my etiquette lessons or during dinner with a table as long as a semi-truck between us. In fact I don't think I saw them at all before I was potty trained and could eat solids again.
Yeah that was a frustratingly embarrassing experience in and of itself...
I was very lonely and even though I was surrounded with people (maids and babysitters and teachers) it still felt very empty. The help, as I keep referring to them as, were only really there for their paycheque, not for me. I would very rarely see a smile directed at me, let alone have a long talk with an adult. Especially when they could just shove toys into my face to distract me. Stupid attention span.
Yeah, so lonely, depressed, kept in and sheltered, so sue me! I didn't know I was in the Pokémon world!
Biggest thing though? Back then didn't see an actual real life Pokémon at all! Like none! Hey I'm sure they were around but I just didn't see one! I don't know if that was because I just didn't go looking or because of my parents interference. But yeah no Pokés in the house, or garden that I could see.
It wasn't until just before my seventh birthday that I started to really question myself about this world. In part because, I was proud to say, I was bye-lingual now! Bo-yah!
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My new mother and father were holding some event/ ball thing celebrating something, I like to believe it was for my birthday even though it was a a month and a half away yet. They had invited other rich families and were standing around drinking and making connections with each other.
Business they called it.
Spreading rumours and gossiping was what I called it.
I was standing near the food table hoping to pull a prank on some of the high society smucks by putting some Spinarak and Joltik toys on their plates. 'I mean I had to entertain myself somehow, right?'
Pranking seemed like that logical conclusion, for someone in my position. Little did I know that my plans were foiled from the start as no one was even eating anything on from the damn table. They were sipping drinks and snacking on the hor'dorves being trotted about by the waiters. My plans were in the process of changing to the idea of tipping those waiters (over) when I saw my father walking toward me from the corner of my eye. Another older gentleman and a boy about my age were following him over.
Before they could see what I was up to, I discreetly disposed of my toys by quickly flicking them under the table to my right, allowing the tablecloths to hide my tricks, and patted down my dress, to smooth out any obvious wrinkles.
Ugh I hate dresses. Why couldn't I just wear pants.
As they came closer my attention switched to the boy's hair. It really stood out to me. My maids/ teachers/ babysitters over the years had a very normal palette of hair shades; Blacks, Browns and even some Grey colours. My new father's hair was a dark black that shines blue in some lights and my mother has a very light blond that shines with a green tinge. When I first observed that, I thought that she was just getting a very bad die job done to her hair. That was until my hair grew out into an aqua. I'm not proud to say, I freaked out a bit at the time. I eventually changed my mind though, now I think it looks wicked. It even went paler the longer it grew leaving the tips pale and the roots darker. Natural two-toned hair.
Like I said "wicked"!
Now, even though I had seen other random hair colours around since then, this shade of blue on this boys' head caught my attention. Something was nagging at my memories and I couldn't place it.
When they arrived next to me, father gave his introduction with a gesture towards my person.
Ugh I hate my new name. It's so long and sucks balls.
"Edmond, may I introduce you to my daughter Elizabeth Anastasia Isabella Charlotte Delaney." He said in his really annoying posh voice waving his hand over me.
Ugh... hearing it out loud is worse, way worse. I give a polite smile, probably coming out as more of a grimace and curtsy as I have been taught to do.
"Greetings, sir."
"She is very pretty and polite, Alistair." The man says to my father before looking toward me. "I am Edmond Richard Booster and this is my son, James Dominic Booster." The man says, waving his own hand toward his own progeny. He's giving my father a discrete stink eye probably because he didn't give his kid as many names.
But I don't really take too much notice cause I'm now really focused on this kid in front of me. James with blue hair. Well not really blue, it's more of a... lavender. Hmm...?
...
'Nar.'
My mind denies it and I move on blanking the similarities out of my mind. I say hello and while our fathers start talking about something I grab James's hand and drag him away, to go play in my room as that's what I'm now conditioned to do. When there're other kids there, especially ones I'm introduced to, I'm to keep them busy and happy while 'daddy' makes more money talking to the adults.
I don't mind too much. Playing with the other children, reminds me of my previous life babysitting my siblings. The conversation isn't too exquisite or deep, but the company is nice. I talk to James while we play with my toys he doesn't say much but he does tell me that his favourite thing to do is play with "Growlie". It's a pet dog of his. The way he describes their play and the mischief they get up to, makes me think that it's one smart pup. It makes me want a pet, just to have someone with me in this big house.
My mother shows up with another woman a few hours later. I'm pretty sure she is James's mum but, he doesn't seem very excited to leave, neither am I for that matter. This kid is nice and sweet and I want a friend damn it!!
"Can James stay longer please mother?" I ask with the biggest eyes I can conjure.
"No Elizabeth, James is going home now, with his mum and dad." She says, not fazed by my eyes.
"Can he come over again some time?" I ask, quickly enough that I almost cut her off.
My mother frowns at me a bit before the two mothers look toward each other and smirk. I get chills and squint my eyes at them while they're not looking. In the next moment I shrug and roll my eyes quickly. I don't really care what they're up to, I just don't want my company to leave just yet.
"Maybe sometime in the future, sweetheart we can invite James over again."
"Okay mother. Goodbye James." I wave goodbye as he and his mother leave.
My mother walks them out, with some fake words and smiles about coming back to put me to bed and I'm left alone in my room again surrounded by so much luxury, but feeling as though I have nothing.
Wow that got deep... and depressing fast...
Oh look I have a new nightlight! It looks like a Charmander holding his flame above him. Awww so cute!!!
... thank god for short attention spans...
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I saw James a few times after that, mostly at parties. He did come over a few times, but I wasn't ever allowed over to his. I don't really know why. My existence was now a bit less lonely, when he was there.
However whenever I saw him I would connect him to that character before telling myself to stop. It was hard though, especially when he would talk about his pet and his obsession with drinking soda.
So the thought nagged and I couldn't release it. But it brought up a longing in me. A longing for more interaction between others, some way to spend my time with someone. I wanted a companion. I wanted a pet.
"I want a puppy."
"..."
Silence greeted the comment made during the mostly quiet dinner with my parents. I had spoken pretty loudly, and clearly so that my voice traveled across the (again truck-sized) table. I also timed my words to appear during a lull in their conversation. My eyes opened wide and pleadingly hoping they could see them across space.
I still hadn't spoken much with either of them, but it wasn't too awkward to sit with them while we ate and they discussed their business. I had been doing so for the last couple of years after all. This was the first time I initiated a conversation at the dinner table involving something that, I would consider an average conversation a parent would have with their children during childhood.
Usually a conversation that begins with "can I get a pony" and ends with a "no".
However that wasn't my question.
Sure a horse would be cool considering I had one or two in my previous life on the farm, but I wanted a dog. James has talked my ear off about his and how he plays with it so often. And I wanted a relationship like that. Call me selfish if you like but I wanted one.
In my previous life I had grown up with lots of dogs around. If I was ever bored at home and none of my friends were free in town I would play with them. I even trained a few myself, for both work and as companions.
That's what I decided I wanted. Someone/ something that would be by my side, through thick and thin, and would be loyal to nobody but me. Someone to talk to and share secrets with. Someone in this house, to be there for me, that wasn't being paid to be.
Yeah selfish...
"Why the sudden need for an animal Elizabeth?" My mother asked, a trace of something I couldn't identify tinging her tone but not being displayed on he face.
"If you are unhappy with your current entertainment we can get you other things to interest you." My father stated gruffly, disgust marring his.
"I want a pet. Like James has. He talks about his all the time." I tell them.
My father glances toward my mother a frown gracing his features.
Mother expresses her own disgruntled movement for a second before re-engaging me.
She tries to dissuade me in a placating tone. "I don't think the staff could handle training a-"
"I can do it! I'll look after and train it! Please." I cut her off and added some watery tears to my eyes hoping to make them seem bigger.
I knew most of their arguments would revolve around the looking after and training of said animal. The only other arguments I could think of would revolve around space (of which we had plenty) and the cost (which again was a non issue).
"You're too young to train your own-" this time I cut off my father's words.
"No I'm not! I'm almost seven already. I'm ready!" I wince in my mind, I really hoped that didn't sound as bratty and childish as it did to my ears.
I wasn't really ready for that argument to pop up. And it showed in my quick rebuttal. I was hoping that we would gloss over my age considering I don't remember them celebrating my birth date in any way. I suppose they care a bit more than I thought they did.
'Shit next topic, change the subject. Oh I know!'
"James is the same age as me and he has one!" Wow that sounded whiny too.
But I saw the change. Mother was now frowning toward me, but Father looked agitated in a different way.
'Just another little push.'
"I bet I could train mine better than he could his." I said slightly more confident, directing the statement toward Father. My mother was not budging.
A spark lit in his eye and I knew my gamble of making it a competition between dads/ businessmen had paid off.
"Alright." He said startling Mother a bit marking her turn toward him.
"Alister!" She protested, with a higher than normal pitched voice.
"It's fine 'Delia, if Edmond's boy can do it why can't our daughter." His nose rose higher and his chest expanded.
'He must be filling with hot air.' I thought vaguely.
I didn't voice it though as things were going in the direction I wanted.
So the next sentence through me quite a bit.
"Fine," My mother said stress coating her words, not really looking away from father's face. "-But if I find anything in the house dirty, broken, waterlogged or on fire it's going to be taken away, got it!"
"Of course!" I say a little bit confused but not letting it colour my tone.
'Why would a pet cause a flood in the house or light anything on fire for that matter?'
"Good, then what species do you want your... puppy to be?" Father said his lip twitching while on the word puppy.
'I assume you mean breed right?' Confused again, but skipping over it.
Y'know that's another thing I forgot to think about...
I know that should have been within the decision of 'get a dog', but whatever thinking now...
What breed do I want? What breeds are around here? Well I guess that doesn't really matter, a dog's a dog and can be trained either way. Plus rich parents so...
I wonder what breed Jame's dog is? I mean when I asked him he said it was a Growlithe, but I'm pretty sure that was his imagination running wild like most kids (not the actual very real truth). From what I can infer from our conversations, it's colouring is actually orange, black and cream. So I assume it's a Shiba Inu, Australian Shepard or a red cattle dog. They're the only ones I can think of that have orange/(ish) colouring.
Well actually that makes me think about my previous life again (at his point what doesn't). I loved Border Collies. For me, they were the easiest to train. Ridiculously intelligent, super loyal, and absolutely, adorably cute. That's what I knew I wanted... but that also made me remember that I shouldn't actually know any dog breeds, in this life so...
"Um... I just want a puppy... one that's black and white?"
Hope for the best I guess.
I let out a smile that closes my eyes and then go back to my quiet dinner. My parents now having a heated, whispered discussion between each other down their end.
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So how do you like the first chap?
First warning. I belive my character is going to turn out to be very... what's the term? Mary-sue? Not on purpose mind, but if she does turn out that way then I can't help it much. First time writing a fic/ story.
Sorry~
So I'm actually going to base this story off of a game I use to play with my younger brother. Yeah I mentioned that in the story already right? Sooo partial SI instead of OC? 0_o
Also below is a short explanation of that game so if not interested skip.
WARNING may contain spoilers for the future of this fanfic... (maybe)
Anyway when we were really little we played it anywhere trampoline/ sand-pit/ playground. The game involved the daycare system. We would look after/ treat and train pokes that came to our imaginary daycare, sometimes helping local pokes and trainers with their problems. They would sometimes leave eggs for us to keep... and somehow we would always end up with really rare/ legendary poke in our team (Lol). Eventually we changed it so that we would draw a Pokémon card from a deck of cards to determine what poke we would be looking after/ training/ helping etc. Just to make it a bit less 'favourites only'. Finally we would always pick three pokes to start us off. One to be our companion for everyday (our Pikachu if you will). One to help look after the eggs (our Chansey/ warm body). And finally our heavy lifter/ tank/ fighter (the Tauros of the crew). These were not the pokes I picked by the way, these are just the examples. Usually my picks revolved around Vulpix, Chikorita and Larvitar. Maybe a weird combo but in my mind it worked. And yes the first picks could be anything (not legendary), so a pseudo-legendary(s) would usually end up on our final team anyway. We would also have a flyer, rider and teleport system connected to the daycare (Pidgeot, Ponyta/ Rapidash, Abra)... and as evidenced by the gen of these poke's its's been a very long time since I have played this game... but I thought of it again a little while ago and decided to share.
Anyway spoil/ story time over... people are free to write about this Pokémon game idea in their own fic's. And I thought I would put it out there if anyone is interested. :D
Let me know I'd love to read!
See if you can guess what poke my character will be getting as her first... I think I've made it pretty obvious.
Third warning. Don't count on quick updates.
Fourth warning. English is my first language but that does not mean I'm good at spelling or sentence structure or even grammar. I excelled at math but words no work right.
Reviews are welcome and much appreciated. No flames plz.
Until next time!
Cheers!