So here is chapter two of this (hopefully enjoyable) Pokémon fanfiction
The catch to this version (because I know something like this has probably been done before) is that the Pokémon has been turned to a human instead of the other way around. More about this concept will be explained later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. I do own this fanfiction that I hope you will read and enjoy.
Chapter 2: A tiny part of Orchid's past.
I followed Flametail out of what I learned was Tiny Woods, stumbling along trying to adjust to my new way of walking. He would turn around and laugh at times, but most of all he was very helpful and considerate to my…special situation; even though I told him I had been a Pokémon once before, he seemed to accept the concept without hesitation and therefore he accepted me.
Once we reached the edge of the forest though, his demeanor became more serious. He turned to me, the fire on his tail flickering in a different pattern. The flame seemed to reflect a sense of tension.
"Listen Orchid…don't go telling everyone about your…condition. They probably wouldn't believe you for one and two…" he paused and looked away. I shuffled back and forth a bit to try and read his face.
"Two? What is…two?"
He looked up at me, his eyes expressing various emotions that I couldn't read.
"Just…just don't say anything. It's better that way. Ok?"
I nodded and we went on. I guess my story is a bit farfetched…a Pokémon becoming some weird human hybrid or something. But even so, wouldn't I have to tell Old Man Mustache in the long run? Someone would have to know eventually.
"Orchid, can I ask you something?" Flametail's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Uh sure, I guess so."
"Well…I know you don't remember anything about your past life or anything but…is it possible you had any type of skills or battling experience? You know like…fighting other Pokémon and stuff?"
I thought for a moment about the sudden query.
"Well…my parents helped train me and they were world-renowned for their strength sooo…I would like to think I picked up something from them. Although, after our training, my brothers and sisters were the only ones who were allowed to set off on their own. I had to stay with my parents because I was the runt and I wasn't as strong as my parents wanted me to be…"
He looked at me, confused.
"But if you weren't allowed to go anywhere, how'd you end up in a completely different world?"
I couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on his face.
"Well I ran away of course! I have to admit it was a little scary at first but…I thought about it for a while and realized that if I stayed with them my entire life, I would never amount to anything."
"But you said they were famous right? You could have done a lot of things I'm sure."
"No…I mean it's true they probably could have given me anything I wanted, helped train with anyone I wanted, took me anywhere I wanted…but…I still would have never amounted to anything…"
"But-"
"I wouldn't have amounted to anything…on my own."
I looked down to avoid Flametail's gaze. Saying these things, I realize might have seemed a little condescending or spoiled but all of it was true. My parents treated me more like a fragile doll then an actual Pokémon that wanted to battle. Everything was always fake; "practice" consisted of tackling a straw dummy for hours on end. They said "it would help my endurance" but all it did was frustrate me even more.
"Well, I guess it's good that you left then. Now, you can stick with me! How's that sound?" Flametail held out his hand (as I would officially call it) his orange eyes burning bright with excitement.
"I don't know…First I'd like to see what Mr. Whiscash has to say. I don't even know if I'm supposed to be here, in this world."
Flametail frowned and continued to hold out his hand.
"You'll never amount to anything in this world either, if you don't try."
Hesitantly, I held out my hand and placed it in his. His skin was smooth yet also a bit scaly. It was so warm and comforting.
"Hey…you ok?"
"Y-yeah…sorry. Hands feel very different then paws…"
Flametail laughed, blowing fire from his nose.
"I would imagine they would! Now let's get going already! We need to talk to Old Man Mustache.
"Right!"
And with that we continued onto the path outside the forest, venturing into this strange world and a new adventure.
