Author's Note: Mentions of nudity and an instance of self harm in this chapter.
It was just a day. Wake up at 2 pm. Get dressed, go for a walk, go home, eat, pack food, feed cats, go to work, coffee, 12 hour shift, go home, feed the cats, do a chore, sleep.
That is my life. 12 hours sounds a bit rough. It's easier with the rotating shift. That's what I keep telling myself. It's ok.
'Who am I kidding? I'm barely able to make myself go on a walk when the weather is ok. I don't do anything on my days off. I don't eat healthy. I just sleep or scroll on my phone in my spare time. I will do anything for something.'
"Anything you say? Then come on over to the world of Pokemon! And travel alongside our hero Ash!"
I did not leap out of bed like a startled cat! I did not! I know my phone is silent, computer is shut and TV off. I should not be hearing the narrator of Pokemon. Go to the world of pokemon?
"Sure! It'll be a great adventure."
Not like I had the chance to argue. As soon as I made contact with the floor, reality changed. Not just from the carpet turning into grass, but everything turning into 2d. Flat, solid colors. And the voice kept going.
"And you will be going in with a few gamer skills too. Don't worry, your identification and backstory will be simple. Bonnie Klyde, who went missing at the age of two. You were raised by a loving family who lived in one of the rare places that have no pokemon. Your knowledge is from hearing stories from visitors. You arriving here is from another kidnapping which caused a loss of memories. Your physical health has been improved and your mind has the greatest defense, so no worries of mind readers. Someone will find you by dark. When you are alone, call for your save journal. Talk to you later."
Oh, this is so not happening. I mean, ok, pokemon adventure, sure, why not? But did that voice have to leave me alone in a field BUCK NAKED?! And why is there a huge egg in my lap?
Looking around, I can see nothing but 2d grass, trees and a windmill in the distance. The voice said someone will be coming soon, and there is no way I'm standing to give a stranger full view. And I hate making the first step in confrontations.
Looking up, the sun is either past or before noon. I can wait. I did have a huge glass of water before all this. If the voice lied and I get stuck sitting here all night, I will go to the windmill myself, exposure be dammed. Still, it won't do to have my back fully open. Oh, there's a dead tree just over there, I can sit over there instead.
The egg is like 20 pounds, the size of a Pomeranian, and the color is light blue. So, now the only thing to do is curl up around the egg and wait. "Well Eggy, it's just you and me."
And wait I did. The sun was before noon, so I got the full brunt of the sun to my shoulders and head. I am definitely going to be burned.
I kept zoning out as the day passed. A few pokemon passed by without looking in my direction. All the better for me. And the egg. Kidnapping huh, guess I can use that as an excuse for zoning out. I might have to keep doing it.
The sun finally started to touch the horizon. I still don't see or hear . . . waaaiiit. What is that? Is that a tiger? Oh dear lord, please do not be one!
The orange and black beast was simply running from the woods a distance away and to the direction of the windmill before stopping. And now it's coming to me. Not a tiger, rather, an Arcanine. A big one. A big floof. Please don't hurt me.
Curling up further, looking like I'm trying to keep the egg safe, like I should be.
The Arcanine stopped a few steps away. Tucking my head down, I waited. It sniffed me and the surrounding area.
Taking a few steps back, Arcanine let off three fireballs into the air. Three's a charm, three is the number of life. Three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food.
"Miss?"
Oh. Guess I zoned out again. Older man, brown hair, red shirt. Where's his lab coat? Oh, he used it to cover me. "Are you alright?" It's not hard to keep up the act, my natural fear of socializing keeping me quiet. I'm sure I look plenty pathetic. There's an orange dragon behind him. Arcanine isn't here anymore.
"Come on now." Ok, pokemon professor means interacting with magical beasts, which means being physically strong. I don't think I weighed anything compared to many pokemon. Simple bridle carry and stepping onto the dragon's back, oh it's wearing a saddle.
"Emergency care Dragonite."
I think Oak kept talking to me, I just kept focusing on acting as if I was disassociating. What if I am?
It took only a few minutes to reach the destination. Your typical hospital. Sheer giddiness shot up my chest and I bit the crook of my arm to hide my wide grin. "What are you doing!?" Of course, Oak would not take too kindly to that.
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"Professor, are you certain you want to take responsibility of Jane Deerling?" Officer Jenny inquired as she rubbed her bandaged hand. The patient was quick to bite anyone who got too close to the egg when they were trying to put it into an incubator. Only Blissey was able to do the deed, receiving only a low hiss.
"Nonsense, the Ranch isn't as full as it usually right now and my aids are doing a wonderful job in keeping things running. The results of the DNA will be back in a week's time?"
Jane Deerling is an oddity all right. Thank goodness Arcanine found her before it got too dark. Some of the nocturnal pokemon would have made short work of her. Though something keeps itching at the back of Samual's mind, like he known her at some point. He met a many interesting variety of people who wandered into the Ranch, but never like this before. And none of the working psychics were unable to give her mind a scan for any information.
"One week's time, yes. Hopefully she'll open up on what happened to her to be in that state. She is in a less stressful state around you. If you will sign on the OH!"
Jane Deerling, dressed in beige shorts and t-shirt, skidded around the corner, clutching the incubator, and ducked behind Samual. The reason of her distress, Champion Lance, following right behind.