Pairing: Ash/Misty, Brock/Lucy,

Rating: T

Genre: Humor/Mystery (romance?)

Summary: In which Ash is having a normal day, until he wakes up in a world that is not his world, in a bed that is not his bed, and in a place that is not familiar. Ash goes to high school. AU, Storyboard.

XOXs

What was this place?
Ash pinched himself. Several times. Blinked more than that.

Where in the world was he?

Instead of the natural, dirt roads surrounding him on a clear day in Pallet Town, he faced miles of concrete, dashed bumper to bumper with salt and pepper vehicles, and angry pedestrians. Trees were in potted plants, buildings look worn and rustic, rather than new and clean. People looked sour, pokemon were plastered on posters and 'hand held consoles', but outside, no one talked about it.

When Ash tried, he got his face rammed into a locker.

That wasn't fun.

Now he was staring down the empty hallway of this place they called school. But it wasn't a pokemon school, no, no. It was an academic school, a place for learning, sports, and apparently, making out in hallways inappropriately.

Ash, entranced by the audacity of the events unfolding before his eyes, inhaled sharp as he pushed his way through the mountain of people gathered together at this school on a Monday morning.

That morning, his mom—the lovely Delia-sweet and caring, and accepting of all of Ash's adventures, nearly rung his neck for even suggesting skipping school. She also told him he stayed up too late playing those darn video games again, and was letting his imagination run wild!

Apparently, a "senior in high school should not still be playing pokemon games and fantasizing of grand adventures. Now get your butt out of bed, mister, get a shower and get your butt on that bus!"

He didn't have to be told twice—but now that he was here, he felt even more lost.

It was like a safari zone! The people his age, some younger than him, were animals. They ran around, spit on the carpeted floors, made wolf noises to each other, called loudly for the friends around him, and some people, though, he had no flipping clue who they were, even approached him.

How he managed to wake up, get dressed, find his way to a bus stop and show up was beyond him; though, now that he was here, he was lost.

And confused.

Mostly the latter.

He lurked around hallways, trying to find a familiar face—anyone by this point would be acceptable. If he saw Gary, he would pounce on him at first glance! This had to have been a joke! He distinctly remembered coming home from the Kalos league, and preparing to set out for Alola before slipping into his bed with pikachu sleeping at his side.

Pikachu, who was literally the size of his palm, locked in a small cage with a green wheel to spin on. When Delia caught Ash trying to bring the mouse to school with him; he never thought he would breath the sweet air of life again.

Not that this air was sweet—it was actually kind of musty; sort of sweaty. Ash's nose curled when he arrived at a dead end of a hallway. He stared bitterly at a long row of lockers that laughed at him and ended at a locked door he had already tried to escape from. Sullenly, he turned back the way he came, to re-trace his foot steps.

Go to class! A teacher yelled at him on several occasions, but where in mew's hell was class?

Ash felt himself begin to sweat nervously. He must have been dreaming, maybe stuck in some realistic nightmare—oh, he knew he shouldn't have had that hot chocolate before bed! His mom always told him it would give him nightmares!

He pinched himself again.

"Ash! There you are!" The voice was familiar, so familiar. His knees almost buckled when he turned to face the surprised expression of none other than Misty Waterflower, followed by her friends; Sakura and Kasey. He knew the two females behind her, but they hardly gave him the time of day when Misty approached him.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked, and Ash's mouth opened, then closed.

"Sleeping?" He offered, Misty scowled, and pushed forward once, nudging him down the hall.

"You over-slept again? If you keep doing that the coach is going to punish you—or worse, cut you! So get your act together." She scolded harshly, and Ash fumbled.

"Coach?" Ash echoed in a worried tone, and Misty suddenly halted recognizing his strange behavior.

"Are you hung over again?" She mocked, watching his eyes follow hers. She waved Kasey and Sakura off with a flick of her wrist, and Ash seemed absolutely flabbergasted.

"Hung over?" He echoed, what an absurd thing to say to him! Ash had never had a drink his entire life!

"Oh my god, you are." She sighed, frustration building up over her features that Ash wasn't familiar with. Usually, when Misty was upset, she would hit him, or something.

"I'm not hung over. I've never had a drink in my life." He said confidently, but Misty's flat expression made him reconsider his words.

"Ash, c'mon. Don't lie to me. We've been friends since middle school." When she looked into his eyes, awaiting an answer, her mouth fell open on cue when she realized he was being honest. Her hand raced from the book bag she carried over one shoulder to his forehead, and she felt for a fever.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked suddenly very concerned, catching him off guard.

"Ahh.." Ash started. "No, actually." He added, and then grabbed her wrist, and jerked her down the hallway after him. She gasped behind him when he pulled her past a row of lockers, earning worried looks from their classmates, when Ash barreled through the exit doors that lead around the back of the building and turned her around to face him.

"Ash—!" She gasped. "Class is starting." She grumbled, a blush over her cheeks at his apparent aggressive nature. Not only that, she tucked her hair behind her ear cutely, and Ash became even more worried.

He gaped, then shook his head. "That doesn't matter. What matters, is..." He paused, trying to think of a smart way to phrase his issue without sounding crazy.

"What do you remember from last night?" He tried and Misty's eyes narrowed.

For a moment, she stammered. "Uhm, I went home after practice. Brock and I hung out for a little while and then I finished up my homework and went to bed?"

Ash shook his head, those details were unimportant. "Did anything else happen?"

"You called me for help on your science homework-" her face flushed, as if she intentionally didn't include more information. "Do you seriously not remember?"

"None of it! If I told you what I remembered, you would think I was crazy!" he exclaimed boldy, flailing his arms for emphasis.

Suddenly, she was very angry. Her jaw locked to one side and she licked her teeth under her lips. "Really? What was it?"

"You really want me to tell you."

"Yeah," She commented, biting her tongue. "Please." She hissed and Ash nodded.

"Okay. The last thing I remember, is just getting home from the Kalos region, talking with my mom, dropping off my pokemon at Professor Oak's, and then having a hot cup of chocolate before crawling into bed."

A moment passed, a bell rang, and Misty's right eyebrow twitched before she finally responded with a well-informed face-palm.

"You're screwing with me." She mumbled, and Ash shook his head violently.

"I'm not! Honestly. That's what I remember."

Misty inhaled, and clucked her tongue, shaking her head slightly. "You know, Ash, if you didn't-" She shook with rage, struggling to find the words. "I told you something very personal, and now you could have manned up and just fucking rejected me instead of doing this!"

When she shouted, the palms of her hand made contact with his chest, and she threw him backwards, causing him to stumble, and fall onto his butt. Even in whatever world this was, she packed a lot of muscle.

"I should have figured you would do this!" Misty growled. "Making a joke about everything!" Misty turned on her heels, her plaid skirt flipping with the wind when she shook him off and marched away, leaving a terribly confused Ash rubbing his chest and gawking at her behavior.

"What did I do!?" He called after her, but he could see her shoulders shake in more anger when she fled.

Needless to say; Ash didn't go to school.

Nope.

He spent the rest of the day trying to find some portal back to his world, jumping over the thousand of cars in the parking lot, stopping outside of his house in this strange city known shortly as "Kanto". His mom wasn't home, so he spent a large portion of his time rummaging through his belongings, trying to find some hint of the world he came from.

What he found instead, was a small, folded device that looked like an old-school pokedex that he flipped open, and when the screen brightened; his mouth fell ajar.

"Welcome back, trainer Ash! Would you like to load your latest save?"

Wherever he was—this was clearly hell. Or prison.

...or both.

Author's Note:

I know I have some requests I still have to complete (quite a few from Legal-eagle that caught my attention, actually ahhaha), but I was in a rather silly mood; and this was born.

Think of goodhearted Ash.

Now throw him into a high school drama.

Someone stop me.

-gets shot-

NINT