Clarifications before beginning:
- There will be a butterfly effect to the protagonist's actions from the beginning, so many events, if they happen, may be very different from the original story.
- I write this story just for fun, so don't take it too seriously.
-Questionable morality. Sensitive people are warned.
- I would be very grateful if you could point out any errors that appear in the story.
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-"Dialogue"
-"Thoughts"
-" Memories"
Without further ado, let's get started:
If out of nowhere you were offered to be reincarnated in a fantasy world, how would you react?
The vast majority of people wouldn't even think twice and would dive right in. After all, the idea of living adventures sounds infinitely more appealing than the monotony we have in our world. However, many fail to take into account the fine print of the contract.
Being in a different world means the challenges you'll face will also be different and, at times, worse and much more dangerous.
That's how I, a 20-year-old college student, ended up in a body half my age. At the gates of a Pokémon center. Exhausted, with dried blood on my forearms and small cuts all over my clothes.
This wasn't supposed to happen; I was supposed to be at home sleeping after a day's work, then wake up at 5 AM and go to university. If only that cursed bus hadn't run the red light. I had barely finished paying off my bike that I used for transportation, and now all that effort went down the drain because I'm dead.
But you'd probably think that a fresh start in the Pokémon world, of all places, would make up for what's lost, right?
After all, you have the chance to catch and train magical creatures with superpowers, live amazing adventures, collect badges, challenge the Elite Four and the Champion. Or at least that's what the brochure says, because my first day as a trainer was anything but that.
On their first day, people probably imagine themselves becoming instant best friends with their starter Pokémon and catching every Pokémon they see until they complete the Pokédex or something like that.
Well, let me tell you something funny. Do you want to know how many Pokémon I have right now on the halfway mark of my first day as a trainer?
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Well... Think again.
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If you chose one or more, you're wrong.
That's right, I literally have ZERO Pokémon with me right now. My ability to catch Pokémon would have to be measured in negative numbers.
But hey, being the damn Ash Ketchum, you must have started with that legendary Pikachu. An absurdly powerful Pokémon that was able to tie with a Latios and defeat a Regice.
Well, maybe in the original canon, Ash instantly became friends with Pikachu and embarked on a great adventure with his starter Pokémon on his shoulder. But I couldn't get the damn thing to obey me.
No matter what I tried: pleading, bribing, threatening, I even offered to release it if it helped me catch some other Pokémon. It was all in vain, and he just stayed up in a tree mocking me. I tried to force him down by throwing a stone at him, but he just dodged it and shot an electric shock at me, which I narrowly avoided. I remember hearing a squawk behind me and turning around. I saw a very angry Spearow with electric sparks emanating from its body. A couple of squawks later, and one Spearow turned into dozens.
Individually, those things might be weak, but together, they could kill you if they attack relentlessly. And they intended to do so because no matter how much we ran, they kept attacking us with those sharp beaks.
When those winged pests cornered us in front of a raging river, I knew it was all over. This is where I should have probably said some cliché line about friendship and how the short time we spent together was special, along with a bunch of heroic garbage, and then died by my first Pokémon's side. However, I wasn't a hero. Many, including myself, might admire guys like Spider-Man for the sacrifices they make for other people. But admiring self-sacrifice is one thing, wanting to share it is another. While we'd all love to have Spider-Man's powers, nobody wants to live the same lonely and stressful life he has.
Since there was no way both of us would live, and since this situation wasn't my fault anyway, then it wouldn't be fair for me to die a second time. So, with no other options, I did what anyone would do: I wrapped my arms around Pikachu and threw him at the Spearow.
I didn't stick around long enough to see the look of betrayal that undoubtedly must have crossed his face. This situation was his fault anyway, so I didn't even feel too guilty as I made my escape through the bushes toward the Pokémon center.
Now I was standing in front of the Pokémon Center in Viridian City, after dealing with an annoying police officer who, for some reason, suspected that a 10-year-old could be part of some criminal group... Was it because of my appearance?... That's discrimination, ma'am.
"Can I help you?" I heard a woman say as I approached the Pokémon Center counter.
"Damn it, Brock, I really understand you now."
The woman in front of me had the typical pink hair and nurse uniform. Except that's easy to overlook due to everything else. I really wondered if all the nurses are related or if they're really random women disguised. If it's the latter, then the guy who picks them has very good taste, if you know what I mean.
"Um... Sure. I'd like a room," I said while keeping my eyes fixed on the ground, as I didn't want to be labeled a pervert.
Once I received my key, I was about to head to my room when the nurse stopped me.
"Before you go to your room, do you need help with any injured Pokémon? It seems like you had a rough day," the woman murmured as she looked me up and down.
I did my best to keep my expression neutral as a chill ran down my spine.
"Don't worry... It was just a bunch of annoying birds that chased me while I was walking through the forest. I didn't even have to use a Pokémon," I said casually as I waved my hands.
The woman in front of me remained pensive for a moment.
"I see. I'm sorry about that, the Spearow have been a bit out of control this year. They always get like this during mating season and can attack people with or without provocation. Keep that in mind if you decide to venture into the forest," the woman informed me before turning around and heading to another room.
"It would have been great if the professor had given me that information before releasing me..."
But I didn't dwell on it. I got into the room, took a shower, and started treating my wounds. The good news is that I wouldn't need stitches; these wounds would heal on their own. The bad news is that I had no idea where to go from here.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I basically had three options:
back to town with my tail between my legs and be a loser.
crazy and try to catch a Pokémon with my bare hands.
a tall building and pray that the next world I end up in isn't as bad.
I ruled out option three for the simple reason that I didn't feel like dying again so soon. And because I could end up in any world, even one with beings capable of destroying planets with a fart like Dragon Ball Z or something completely hellish like The Last of Us. Yeah, that's not something...I was going to try anytime soon.
Option one might not sound so bad, but it involves several things. Delaying my journey for who knows how long, explaining what went wrong for me to return so soon... cough... cough... lying... and most importantly, the humiliation of not lasting even a day out of town. This option wasn't spectacular either.
So the only option was two. While it might sound suicidal to try to catch Pokémon without Pokémon, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. From what I saw in the Pokédex, this forest has an almost exclusive population of weak bugs and birds. Which means I wouldn't come face to face with a Nidoking, a Dragonite, or some Pokémon that could kill me in one hit.
Plus, I just needed a little luck to throw a Pokéball at some distracted critter and I'd have something to start training with. It shouldn't be difficult after all, if damn Goh can catch Pokémon without fighting, then why couldn't I?
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Author: Well, this is the first chapter. Thank you for paying attention up to this point and please leave me comments to know what you think. Until next time.