"So I found this video," Bakugou says, pulling up a video and showing it to his childhood friend.
"What is it?" Izuku asks, eyeing the creator. "Who eats chalk?"
"Unimportant!" he barks, grabbing his friend and forcing him into the computer chair. "Watch it!"
"Alright Kacchan," he says, almost whining from how forceful he's being. He guides the mouse over and clicks on the video, a long guitar note playing over some piano keys before the song begins proper.
"I dreamt to be the very best, among the strong and brave…"
"Huh?" he says, confused by this. "Is it only in English? What was that yellow fox?"
"Shh!" Katsuki hisses at him, watching his expression from the corner of his eye.
"But masters of their Pokémon prefer to feel like slaves."
Izuku blinks, his mind blanking. "...I'm sorry, how does that make sense? And what is that one on the left?"
"Dunno, supposed to be part of that revival game they're planning or something. Something about Spain? Keep watching!"
"I left my home, I tried to pass right through the tall low-poly grass."
The Pokémorph's face scrunches up slightly. "Sure, there were some graphics issues, but the games were still fun..."
Bakugou scoffs. "The last good ones were before the jump to console. Th-"
Izuku quickly covers his mouth. "Rant later, please. We just just missed the last couple lines!" He points at a vaporeon jumping on a rock. "See?"
"A wild Lopunny appears. She's readily spreading her ears. You see an Incineroar flexin', oh dear. This ecosystem is weird!"
"It really is," Bakugou points out. "You have Pokémon who look like they're dressed, Pokémon that look like items humans made, then you have whatever the hell happened to Dialga and Palkia in Legends Arceus-"
"And I explained to you that they adapted to their surroundings," Midoriya responds, gesturing to him and turning his attention away from the screen, only to jerk back when he sees Lucario surrounded by so many different Pokémon. "What?"
"Heed their call to catch them all. Master stop rubbing your blue Pokéballs."
Izuku tilts his head to the side. "...dive balls? Great balls?"
Bakugou facepalms.
"Teach us new moves and carry us home. We always do what we're told!"
"That actually brings to mind some curious ideas. Are they naturally inclined to listen to those who catch them? Do the balls have some form of latent mind control to make them listen to their trainers? Is that why those who are traded to other trainers don't listen unless they prove they're strong enough?" Izuku mumbles.
"Damn it, Deku, you're getting too deep into this! You missed most of this scene!" Bakugou points as the girl in blue walks over and hands a badge that has Lucario getting bonked by a bat.
"Lucario used 'Choking' and you don't want to stop it."
"I have never heard of that move, and I am certain that Lucario doesn't know it," Midoriya states with absolute certainty.
"Goddammit, fuck!" His friend finally gives up, throwing his hands in the air and stalking out of the room, likely heading home.
The green-haired teen watches him go, then turns back to the screen, slumping in relief. "Thank goodness. I didn't have the heart to tell him Pony sent this to me already..."
Happy April Fools! Hope you enjoyed this silly little omake. To let you know, yes, we are still working on the next chapter. Would you like more chapters like this in the meantime, or maybe some character studies, showing how they were changed by getting to know this story's Izuku? Please let me know!
Hope you have a nice day! Try not to fall for any pranks. Enigma out!