AN: Hello, readers! Welcome to my first Pokemon Fanfiction!

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-Spirit

I put down my Gameboy and sighed.

I was beaten. By Flannery. Again.

Seriously, Overheat was just too good of a move.

As of now, I had two Pokémon: a Grovyle and a Kirlia. I had nicknamed them after Greek gods (being Dionysius and Athena respectively), and they were doing relatively well. We barely scraped past the Team Magma group on Mt. Chimney (thanks to Kirlia leveling up and learning Psychic). Still, I had made the bad decision of learning Imprison instead of keeping Double Team, meaning that my poor psychic pokemon had to tank every single hit the Slugma of Flannery dished out, and only survived the two pokemon with the combination of Calm Mind usage and Psychics.

Then the Torkoal Flannery had just roasted both of my pokemon. My Grovyle didn't stand a chance, and my Kirlia landed a psychic on the turtle pokemon, only for Flannery to use a hyper potion and heal it back up to full health.

Exhausted from the grinding I did to level up my pokemon, I flopped onto my bed (more of a dirty mattress) and fell asleep with my guitar and my schoolbag.

And then, I woke up.

What?

I did?

I looked around, then down.

I was somehow floating outside of my body.

WHAT?

"Do you want to get good at pokemon?" A voice said.

Oh. That explains it. I was dreaming.

"Sure." I said. This was all a dream, right? Yeah, it was. It wouldn't hurt to see what the voice wanted. The voice made me feel happy, almost satisfied, and I obeyed its commands blindly.

"Then get into that door."

Instantly, I knew where the door was. An old-fashioned dark oak door appeared on the walls besides my closet door and I opened the door and stepped through.

Then, I felt like I was falling, falling, falling….

And I woke up. For real.

…..

"Oh… my head." I mumbled, scratching my hair.

I sat up and looked up at the blue sky. It was nice weather. The birds flew in a V-formation and white, fluffy clouds floated overhead.

I looked around sleepily, noting that all the contents of my bed were scattered on my bed. I reached into my bag and got out my thermos (which was filled with a gallon of cold coffee, just so I could wake up without potentially drinking something that I would likely spill and scald myself). After drinking the coffee, however…

I spat it out.

Since when was I outside? Where even was here?

I choked on the coffee and continued coughing, spraying the elixir onto the grass.

God damn it.

I took a few deep breaths, wiped away the droplets of coffee around my mouth, screwed the thermos shut, and took my limited boy scout training to the use.

First, take inventory. I had my backpack with a couple of sandwiches in there, beef jerky, a hoodie and a beanie, both with pokemon logos on it (It was a present from one of my fellow gamers once they learned I was playing pokemon and decided to "Invite me to the cult"), and my notebook for doodling, composing music, and various notes about the games I played.

I sighed, packed all of the loose clothes around me into my backpack, and lifted my covers before uncovering-

"Ah! My guitar!"

It was an old guitar that my grandfather used. I had to change the strings and replace a few knobs. I nicknamed it Old Silver, and it accompanied me throughout music school, giving me moral support in a dying career.

Why was music a dying career?

People have no appreciation for the classics. More and more gibberish rap songs flooded the metaphorical musical landscape and drove classical music into obscenity.

I sighed and played a few chords on the guitar to make sure it was still in prime condition and gathered it up before moving to the shade. It was a hot day, after all.

With the various loose ropes on my black backpack, I tied my bedroll to the bag so that it wouldn't have to touch the ground as much, then laid back on it under the cover of a tree to gaze up at the sky and the surroundings.

There was a mountain beside the forest. A small patch of grass lead up to it, and the environment seemed artificially cold.

"Interesting." I thought, "And the artificial cool could help with this temperature. I wonder what's making it happen."

Shouldering my backpack once more, I walked across the narrow strip of grass and approached a rocky area, where boulders probably rolled down from the ragged mountain and stayed there. Every step I took dust was kicked up and scattered into the wind. I was lucky I was wearing my hiking boots, or else I would have blisters long ago.

It was funny that I actually had my hiking boots. I was too lazy to get real shoes, so I kept my boy scout hiking boots, and that day I was just too lazy to take them off before collapsing onto bed.

This was probably the one time that laziness actually helped him. The other times it just lead to him failing a bunch of tests.

As I ascended slowly, approaching the foot of the mountain, I noticed a lot of melting snow. Huh. Turns out we were still in early spring.

It had been a while since I had seen snow. Eight months, in fact. I scrabbled up the boulder to get a feel for the icy powder, rubbing it in my hands and smearing a bit onto my forehead to feel the slight chill.

So, yay. Snow.

….

Snow was a mistake.

The cold got unbearable soon, and I had to put on the hoodie and beanie just to stay warm, and drape my covers around myself. Thank god for that.

Night finally came, and I attempted to start a fire, but there were only a couple of dried bushes out here. I heaped on as much clothes as possible onto myself and slept under the cover of a hollow rock.

And I had another weird dream.

This time, two gigantic canine-like creatures stood over me and looked at my small form.

"What… are you?" I asked.

"We are the legendary pokemon, in control of space and time itself."

"So… why are you all speaking to me? An unassuming human? This is to assume that you even are real. For all I know, I'm only here because I got abducted by Area 51 aliens or something."

"To be simple, we were bored. The chosen one has not yet begun his journey, and the events foretold to be Ruby is over, and Sapphire is just beginning, the Chosen One not doing anything exiting other than looking for a Ralts. Do you know how hard it is to find entertainment and excitement in an immortal life?" said the blue one.

"… Ok." I said. "So I'm here, for you amusement?"

"Pretty much, yeah." The white one said.

"What about my old life?" I shouted.

"Your mortal affairs are of no concern to us. We did take the liberty to erase you from time and space in your old universe, however, so nobody will even notice you were gone." The blue one said.

"Anyways, have fun with your new life. I am personally looking forward to your humiliation." The white one said.

"We will be waiting for you, at the end."

I suddenly sat up, gasping.

Wow, that was a really bad dream sequence. Was my brain trying to rationalize all of this by shoving dream me into the pokemon world?

I bought a hand to my face and rubbed my eyes, then reached for my thermos in the backpack. Grabbing something absentmindedly, I rubbed the top of the object in an attempt to unscrew the thermos, and bought the fistful of fur to my face.

Wait, fur?

I dropped the object and jumped out of my covers, and saw the sight o three… things… crawling around my backpack. They had yellow orangish hoods on their black faces, and they had little blue eyes and an array of teeth that looked pretty dull.

The thing I just dropped gurgled curiously and stepped closer to me.

With haste, I retrieved my backpack from the grasp of the two aliens and held it towards them in an effort to ward them off.

Being larger intimidated wild animals, right? Why not aliens from Area 51?

The creatures recoiled from me and hid behind the larges one, which growled at me menacingly.

Perhaps I could appease them with food?

I reached into the bag slowly and got out my bag of jerky, the opened it and let the smell waft out into the cold, morning air.

The creatures sniffed at the air and approached the plastic slowly, then held out a stubby little black hand. I reached into the bag and gave the seasoned meat to the largest of the trio, who bought it to its teeth and nibbled on it. It nodded, as if satisfied, and split the rather large piece of meat among the trio. The medium sized one peeled off a bit and ate it, then continued chewing with gusto. The smallest one sniffed at it cautiously and slowly began nibbling at it, the pace of its consummation increasing.

The aliens appeased, I sat down and prepared to initiate contact.

"So… can you understand me?" I asked them, kneeling down at the creatures that were half my height.

The creature nodded, and continued eating.

I hummed in acceptance. It was natural as a alien to understand my speech. Perhaps I really was abducted by Area 51 aliens.

"What are you, then? And what planet am I on? Bring me to your leader!" I exclaimed dramatically, trying to incite a reaction.

"Snorunt?" The largest creature said, not understanding the last two phrases.

Wait.

What?

I got my notebook out, and examined it. I had written down that name somewhere.

And there it was. After a minute of searching.

Snorunt. The pre-evolution to Glalie, a pokemon that one of the elite four owned. I had contemplated capturing one, but I never made it to Shoal cave.

Wow. I really was in pokemon. Which means I was metaphorically screwed over by the gods. The white and blue canine creatures. Diagla and Palika. The controllers of time and space.

I slumped on the ground, lying on my pack.

What did I do to deserve this? I held up my fist to curse the gods.

"Snorunt?" The identified pokemon said, tentatively sliding over to probably examine why I was now lying on the ground and acting like I was comatose.

Heh. Stuck in a foreign world with nothing but the clothes on my back.

They even said that I was their entertainment.

Nope!

They may be the gods of time and space, but they weren't the gods of the future (technically, at least.).

I would prove them both wrong, even if it was foreseen that I would be a disappointment. Even if I wouldn't be successful, I would at least be happy.

I sat up, reenergized.

"We got off on the wrong foot there, aye?" I whispered to them, raising a hand to rustle their fur. The large one accepted the pet with gusto, leaning into the touch. The smaller one, however, cringed away from me while the medium-sized one just looked at me.

"Anyways, I am in need of minions." I said in my best impression of those Shakespearean study students acting out a play.

The three looked at me with curiosity, and one of them promptly lost focus and looked outside of the cave.

What worked on taming wild animals and keeping their attention again?

Oh yeah, food.

I got out the sandwiches. They were nothing special, but probably the best food that the pokemon have had.

Later that day, I got three bundles of fur following me to the mountain, with the price of three sandwiches.

It was worth it, but it bought the question of "what in the world I was going to eat" to my mind.

Oh well. I would find something, right? These pokemon had to eat too.

…

Berries were absolutely disgusting.

How did the in game pokemon even eat this?

I had arrived at the cave where these pokemon were housed. To keep the pokemon loyal, I had expended most of my jerky and had already consumed my sandwich.

Amount of human food left was nil.

So back then I thought: What could go wrong? Pokemon eat this stuff too, right?

Well, most pokemon don't have taste buds. These clearly didn't. Or, at least not sensitive taste buds. Maybe they just got used to the flavor, eating stuff like this for their entire life.

"Snorunt?" one of his minions said, looking down at his, once again, comatose form.

"I'm good. Just… adjusting to the local culture."

"Snor." The minion mumbled, before collapsing over his stomach. A minute later, The two other pokemon fell onto his legs. His minions shivered (they tend to do that a lot) and slowly slept on his limbs, immobilizing him in an uncomfortable position. Facedown on the dirt, I chuckled.

Somehow, this behavior was endearing.

…

I gave up trying to leave the island.

It was fall now, and my minions were preparing to go out into the winter and be their active selves. They were shivering in excitement (not that they weren't shivering already due to their abilities, but it gave off a vibe of "looking forward to this").

Still, the oceans raged as always, and the winter probably wasn't cold enough to freeze the seas to form a land bridge. According to my notebook, it was impossible to cross the seas without the surf HM of a pokemon that could fly, neither of which I had. I could try to build a raft, but the various ginormous squids would probably feel like reenacting one of those scenes in monster movies, dragging my craft to the depths. Then, me and my minions would die a slow death, none of them evolving and knowing how to levitate.

Speaking of my minions, they had grown in size a bit, and slept a lot, and froze a lot of random things with their moves, but nothing really happened. I tried to pit them in sparring matches against each other but they just ended up sleeping on each other and saying (in the limited way that pokemon could) that they all "fainted".

Well, nobody said training would be easy.

…

It was winter, and I had almost given up on my life.

Things were terrible. As winter approached, other Snorunt, Spheal, Sealo and a few Glalie roamed Shoal cave, more active because of the season. These wild pokemon challenged me and the minion group for our materials: blankets, my thermos, and my beanie (because apparently hats were very popular commodities in the wild pokemon world.). The Snorunt trio performed bravely, but I had to gather them up in my arms and run away from a particularly sticky situation many times when strong pokemon attacked us.

I guess this was Diagla and Palika's version of Survivors.

At least we were alive. Albeit scraping along.

Somehow, none of the pokemon that attacked me went for the head or the hoodie. Maybe it was because of the poke-ball embroidered into the fabric that made the creatures wary.

With winter came active Snorunt, and my minions were finally ready to train.

The only problem was I didn't know any move sets of the pokemon. I did research them and their stats, but I didn't look into their move sets on the wiki.

Speaking of their stats, Snorunt and Glalie were perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

With flat fifties across the board for health, defense, special defense, attack, special attack, and speed, Snorunt was the definition of average.

I planned to change that. See, pokemon were like all living creatures: able to adapt. Pokemon even more so. They could literally learn moves they never knew before from battling stronger pokemon.

To do so, I made the larger Snorunt carry large rocks around and made the smallest Snorunt dodge rocks that the medium one was throwing. The medium one was doing the throwing because it would work on its reflexes and dexterity, hopefully developing into a balanced fighter.

Meanwhile, to not make the minions think I was lazy, I did stuff like push ups, sit ups, and other rudimentary exercises to make it seem like I was working.

And I was. I was the most fit I had been in years. Living in these caves and running from tides and violent pokemon really were workouts.

As the pokemon got older, my minions began to grow darker patches of fur on their backs in the shape of diamonds. Was this a sign of nearing evolution?

I didn't know. Pokedex entries in the games weren't very detailed anyways.

Breaking myself from my thoughts and collapsing after a set of pushups, I looked at my minions frollick with each other, the largest one still lugging a rock around and the smallest taunting the middle one.

Wow. It really is awkward just calling them large, small, and medium.

"Hey, minions!" I said.

They dropped what they were holding and looked at me. The largest one dropped the rock and the heavy object fell onto the edge of its fur coat. It squeaked in pain, pushed off the rock, and tried to deal with the pain like a human would with a stubbed toe. The other two giggled at its behavior.

"It has come to my attention that addressing you by your size is really awkward. To be a proper boss-minion group, we need to have nicknames for each other."

My minions nodded.

"So, today, I bestow upon you, names."

Two of them jumped excitedly. The largest one was still doing a little pain dance.

"You will be Aramis, Porthos, and Athos respectively."

They tilted their heads, not understanding what the names meant.

"Aramis, Porthos, and Athos are the names of three exceptionally skilled human warriors. You should feel honored to be named after them."

"Snorunt?" The large on asked, not understanding what was going on.

"Okay, fine. I'll say it again. You, the large one, will be known as Aramis. The medium one will be called Porthos, and the smallest one will be known as Athos. Clear?"

My minions nodded again.

"Well, get back to training! Those wild Glalie won't accommodate for our laziness in battle! Chop chop!"

They grumbled and went back to work.

I sat down and watched, shouting out occasional commentary, which they surprisingly understood. Porthos was a monster at throwing rocks now, deflecting them at odd angles to strike at Athos, who was the most agile of the group. He could do stunts I never thought possible with that cone shaped body. Aramis was strong in his own way, able to lift the smaller stalagmites off the cave floor these days.

Hopefully these characteristic modify their stats. If they didn't and the only way to get stronger was to actually battle…

Well, I would just have to try again next year. On this deserted island, we had nothing but time.

Oh, and disgusting berries. A lot of disgusting berries. Can't forget about those.

…

One day, my minions spotted something at the bottom of a tide pool and wanted me to go and get it.

"Snorunt! Snorunt!" Porthos chirped, jumping and pointing at the object. Athos just stared at the rock while Aramis contemplated jumping into the pool but didn't want his fur coat to get wet.

"Really? It's just a rock! A shiny rock! There are a ton of those around."

"Snor!" They said insistently.

Maybe the rock was important to them somehow. Maybe it was because it was just a shiny object. Aramis jumped into the pool and began to flounder about.

One thing about having an awkward body shape was not being able to swim.

I sighed.

"Foolish minions." I said, taking off most of my clothes and jumping in the pool. I grabbed Aramis and paddled to the edge of the pool, found a small ledge, and held him up. My minions on the bank grabbed him by the fur and hauled him out, its fur sopping wet.

I was wet anyways, and the pool was pretty shallow for a human, so I dived down and grabbed the rock anyways, throwing it onto the bay and hauling myself up after that. My minions cheered.

"Okay, so what is this weird rock?" I asked them.

Porthos waddled up to it and touched the rock. A pulse of visible yellow energy flowed from the rock to the pokemon, which shuddered. Nothing happened, but the message was clear.

This was some sort of evolutionary stone that the Snorunt could use but were not ready for.

"I guess we'll just keep the rock until you're ready, right?" I asked them.

They chirped back in approval before using a wind attack to dry me and Aramis off. The good news was that I did in fact dry off, but the downside was that the wind was freezing cold. I shivered frantically and almost staggered back into the pool, but managed to save myself by falling onto the ground.

My minions laughed at me, and I playfully threw a rock at them.

…

It was a perfectly normal day when it happened.

The sky just suddenly started raining. Grey clouds appeared and thunder crackled, overshadowing the landscape with shadows.

"Minions! Get in the cave! It's too cold right now to get wet!"

The three Snorunt gave affirmative statements and began running for the caves. The rain combined with some sleet streaked down from the sky and battered us as we went from the training grounds to the caves.

Once we reached a high point, we stopped and watched the rain pour outside. I leaned against a stalagmite and waited. My minions were sleeping on top of each other like they did during the other seasons.

The rain just kept on falling. The sheer amount of rain caused vibrations to go through the mountain. It almost seemed unnatural, like a pokemon using rain dance or something.

With that thought in mind, I adjusted my backpack and relaxed on it, staring at the pitch black ceiling and hearing the soft snores of my minions.

Things stayed like this for several hours.

That wasn't right. Getting up from my self-induced trance, I looked to the entrance again and saw that the water had risen significantly. Almost to the height of my boots.

And the rain was only speeding up.

At this rate, the flood would swallow the cave's entrance, a rather small thing only a few inches taller than myself.

Oh crap. We'd better get out of here before we have to swim out.

"Aramis. Porthos. Athos. Wake up."

The pokemon got up slowly, shaking their faces in an attempt to rejoin the waking world.

"We have to get out of here." I said. The cave entrance might be flooded later and we'll have to swim out there. You guys might be fine, but I'll freeze to death if I get wet in this weather.

The three nodded. Aramis got in my arms and prepared to climb onto my head to act as an umbrella. Athos climbed onto my backpack to act as a rain shield for its contents. We had this system in place for rain and snowstorms. Porthos held my guitar and would keep it dry with wind attacks.

Porthos and I bounded down the slope of the cave and arrived at the entrance. I looked outside.

Yep, definitely no sign of stopping,

We stepped outside into the rain, and the area was a wasteland already. The mountain was washed free of its snow and rocks, boulders, and chunks of ice began falling down. We ran from the edge of the mountain and found a boulder missing part of its side. It was big enough to form shelter, and we cowered under it, fearing nature's wrath.

And in this awkward position, I shivered while watching the water level grow slowly.

"This isn't good." I said to my minions.

"Snorunt." Athos said, shuffling a bit closer to the edge.

Thunder crackled, striking the boulder besides ours. The rock was blasted into smithereens, sending shards everywhere. I gulped nervously.

Thunder struck again, right besides us.

"What the…" I muttered.

A blast of energy shattered the boulder we were on, throwing all four of us off and into the water stream, All of our belongings were soaked now, except for the guitar (which Porthos held onto valiantly).

"Alakazam!" a voice bellowed.

Floating in the air, eyes glowing blue and spoons glowing purple, was an Alakazam. A stage two psychic pokemon. Hopefully it was just angry at the storm.

The pokemon formed a ball of lightning and cast it at me, striking the water and sending shockwaves through the area. My skin crawled and my vison grew blue spots.

No, it was angry at me.

"Screw you, time and space!" I yelled. This was Diagla and Palika's fault somehow.

A blast of energy flew at me, and I dove out of the way again. I did not want to know what a psychic attack did to a human.

"Minions! Attack it with dark type moves!" I shouted. Snorunt in Pokemon Ruby could use the attacks Bite and Crunch, both fairly powerful dark type moves.

They stared at me blankly, before noticing the phrase "attack" and began to throw rocks at it.

Despite almost fainting and being a drenched, half-fried human, I facepalmed.

"No, don't throw rocks at it! Use your abilities!"

The Snorunt dropped the rocks they were holding and started shivering, hands and eyes glowing cyan. At least they could do some damage to the Alakazam.

"Snorunt!" One grunted, sending what looked like to be a powerful Powder snow attack at the other pokemon.

The flakes were batted aside, glowing purple.

Oh crap. Psychics were telekinetic too, and if they didn't know any dark type moes, all we had were physical attacks. Which the enemy could manipulate to their will.

As if to prove my thoughts of the Alakazam having psychokinesis, a boulder was sent rolling at me. I dodged it by diving into a shallow pool, then climbed out and shook the water from my head and cleared my vision.

"Run! We can't beat it!" I yelled.

My minions acknowledged me and ran after me. We weaved through the plethora of boulders and small rocks as thunder was sent down at us and electrified patches of water, threatening to deep fry our cells and turn us into tasty meals for local Spheal.

"God damn it, why didn't I train their dark type moves?" I thought as I was grazed by a psychic bolt, the foreign energy invading my mind and dulling it considerably.

Confused by the lack of response in my limbs, I collapsed into a heap, struggling to breathe. My minions, faithful as they were, stopped and tried to pull me up and keep running.

"Go…." I whispered. Turning my head to look at my minions.

A year into these trials and already screwed over by the gods of time and space. It was almost like this was planned or something.

Knowing the sadistic legendary pokemon, it probably was.

Porthos suddenly narrowed its eyes and grabbed my backpack, then found the shiny rock I had grabbed for them a few months ago. Holding the gem, Porthos closed their eyes and clasped their hands together.

For a moment, I thought this was some sort of ritual to help me find peace in death. Then, they were enveloped in a flash of light, and a strange creature took Porthos's place. As if affected by the light, Aramis and Athos also began glowing their forms transmutating slowly.

"Was this… evolution?" I thought.

The trio, one white humanoid creature and two floating ice balls, turned to the rampaging psychic and blasted them with dark energy, as if they suddenly knew what to do and what dark type attacks were.

The psychic dodged the blow, clinked its spoons together aggressively, and disappeared.

As if the presence of the psychic was killing me somehow (which it, again, probably was), I could suddenly breathe without having to concentrate again. In the pouring rain, I struggled to sit up again.

"You all evolved, huh?" I said.

The changed trio said nothing, but the two ice balls bobbed up and down rather rapidly.

"And why are you a weird human creature now?" I asked Porthos.

Porthos screeched and kicked me in mock anger.

Ah. Porthos was a female. And the other two were probably males. It was funny how I didn't bother to ask their genders over a year. Things like this just didn't seem important when compared to staying alive.

"So, my minions, know a way out of this storm?"

Aramis floated down and touched the earth, and Porthos pointed at the top of Aramis's head. Two horns grew from a white caprice, good handholds for-

"We're flying out?"

Porthos nodded.

"Sure, why not. We don't have any better ideas at this point.

Shouldering my backpack, I climbed onto the pokemon. Porthos left for a while, reappeared with my guitar, and climbed on as well. Aramis floated upwards and flew away from the accursed island.

Where were we heading?

I didn't know. It had to be better than a spontaneously storming island, though.

Hopefully Diagla and Palika don't screw me over again. That would be an unpleasant experience.

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