DISCLAIMER

I Don't own pokemon.

I don't remember where I was. The last thing I remembered was that I was lying in bed.

It wasn't a dream, as the obligatory pinch test ended up giving me nothing but minor pain.

I was standing in a dark room. Dark as in: "no matter how long you try to let your eyes adjust to it, you still won't see anyting" dark.

It remained dark for a few minutes.

Just as I was about to throw away my patience like a wintercoat in summer from frustration, something changed.

I stopped pulling my hair when I saw that the top of the room started getting a green shine, but something didn't add up.

There was no logical explanation for the color. It wasn't light, it wasn't painted, it wasn't a dream (tested that one) and I'm not trippin on drugs or booze.

Shortly there-after a man appeared. He seemed to be around 50 years old. A bit taller then me, 5 feet 7 or so, his long black hair grayed by age in some places. He wore a white labcoat without buttons or a zipper, a green t-shirt is visible because of the open coat. His brown pants finished the combination.

I was so relieved to see another living soul.

"Hey, buddy, do you know what this is? If so, could you show me the way out?"

His reaction confused me. "Welcome to the world of pokémon!" The man said with a smile while he spread his arms. Or he was deaf, or he ignored me. I started to believe the latter of wich as he just continued like I didn't even exist, but paradoxically still enjoyed his babbeling.

"Pokémon, also known as pocket monsters, are special creatures in all sort of colors, shapes and sizes." He smiled again. "Ooookeeeeeyyyy..." I said, while I attempted to pin his disability down. His laugh, along with his strange behavior made me uneasy. Meanwhile he pulled a round object from his pocket and increased the size, the upper half red with a white lower side. "This is a pokéball". Grin.

"Yeah, doc nutso, that was the info I really needed." I said sarcastically, but he didn't seem to grasp the sarcasm part.

He threw the ball in the air and the pokéball opened, out came a blue sheep with black-yellow ears and tail, at the end of the tail there was a yellow ball, his wool was créme-coloured.

"Meehhh." It bleated while it jumped up and down.

I started to get the term "pocket monsters"

"This is a Mareep. There are many more pokémon." With yet another creepy grin he pointed the pokéball at Mareep, a red laser fired from the ball and absorbed the strange creature and sucked it back into the ball.

I was shocked. So shocked that I started thinking I may just be dreaming after all. But his next question blew me out of my stupor as he asked:

"Tell me, are you a boy, or a girl?"

I was starting to wonder if he could really see me or if he was just taunting me. He didn't show any patience for it, though.

"Please answer the question, are you a boy, or a girl?"

"A boy" I said, with no small amount of frustration.

"Ah, Tell me, what's your name?"

"Hank." I started grinding my teeth in frustration.

"Hank, a whole new world is open to you, you will experience much here where you could only dream of in your world. Find me to start your journey into the world of pokémon."

The man, like the world around me, started flikkering as my consiousness started to fade.

A final look of irritation was the last thing I gave, was the last thing I could do before I fainted.

It didn't help.

Like everything else in the past few minutes.

(A/n)

In Tis note, I want to give credit to my friend Kitten snot for translating the first six chapters of this story.

The reason for lat updating is laziness and I'm to blame for it.

Not gonna promise anyting, just trying to update faster.

Please read and review and see you guys ( hopefully) later!