AN: Honestly, this was the most pain in the ass chapter to write. Period. 100% some parts were enjoyable and fun to write but in places with a lot of action and dialogue going, it became awfully painful. In fact gave me a lot of headaches lmao.

And... The word count has reached 10k words (almost) so uhh, yay... Fucking painful I assure you all. Also, fuck it, I am way too lazy to proofread this, I am tired, and I want to release the chapter. If you see some grammatical or errors of any kind then uhh, my bad.

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Route 1

Four hours had passed, and it was currently 1 PM in the afternoon. We stopped running after the first ten minutes of our adventure. So far, the walk had been enjoyable—no, actually fun. Despite the heat of the sun, I kept going because of my powerful drive. Talk about determination.

And I'm not even physically impressive; I have no cool abs or biceps to flex for everyone. I'm not too skinny or fat—just perfectly balanced between the two, though I still have no abs.

Cyndaquil and I had been walking and following the route. Everything was quite peaceful, with Pokémon having conversations as we passed by them, all of us moving along in relative silence, admiring the beauty of nature.

That was until I spotted a fast-flowing river near the path of the route we were following.

I grinned. I could get a Magikarp here and turn what was essentially a silly fish into a powerful force of nature. "Cyndaquil, let's go off course and follow this river; it's still pretty close to the route we're on."

He nodded. "Okay."

Gosh, he sounded like an adorable seven-year-old child. Mix that with the purrs or adorable Pokémon noises—whatever they're called—and you'd essentially suffer from cuteness overload.

I chuckled under my breath. "Here we go."

Later…

"Okay, I did not think this through," I said in painful regret, dumbfounded as I realized I didn't have a fishing rod. Damn this stupid kiddy-self.

But we still followed the river because the view was stunning; the feeling of nature had completely taken over my priorities. To put it simply, I was enlightened.

Not so bad after all.

The sound of the rushing river filled the air as Cyndaquil and I continued to trek along its banks. My earlier disappointment over the lack of a fishing rod had mostly faded, replaced by a sense of calm as we wandered deeper into the wilderness. There was something so freeing about walking through nature like this, with nothing but the rustling of leaves, the occasional Pokémon calls, and the splashing of water nearby.

Cyndaquil trotted beside me, occasionally hopping to keep pace. "Hey, big bro, look!" he suddenly called, his little paw pointing ahead.

I followed his gaze and spotted something—or rather, someone—sitting on a large, flat rock that jutted out into the water. A girl with fiery orange hair was wearing a yellow sleeveless top and jean shorts, her legs crossed as she casually held a fishing rod over the water.

My eyes widened in recognition. There was no mistaking who that was. Misty. The Cerulean City Gym Leader and one of Ash's original companions.

I stopped in my tracks, half-hidden behind some foliage, staring in surprise. This was Misty… the Misty. A character I'd watched countless times in the anime, now sitting here, fishing like it was the most normal thing in the world. Seeing her up close like this—outside of a screen and in the real world—felt surreal. I wondered how my past self would react if I told him I'd become friends with Ash and meet Misty Waterflower of Cerulean Gym. Funny.

It seemed she hadn't noticed us yet, so I decided to step in and see what was up. Oh, and soon, Ash would arrive with his injured Pikachu.

Damn, was it a bad idea to leave Ash alone? Even if he had the damn plot on his side? I hoped they were doing okay.

Eventually, I made my way through, and she noticed me by the sounds of my footsteps and the rustling of crushed branches and leaves. "Um, who are you?"

"Genera Jenson. I saw you here and figured I'd say hi," I answered.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Wait, you're the child of those researchers!" she exclaimed.

I frowned. "Uhh, yeah, that's me."

Seeing my frown, she said, "Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up. I offer my sincerest condolences and my apology."

I shook my hands dismissively. "No need to apologize; everything is fine."

A sigh of relief escaped her. Then she noticed my Cyndaquil. "Whoa, you have a Johto Pokémon! Not a lot of trainers have them here."

I grinned. "Yeah… I rescued him from a forest, and we've been close buddies ever since."

She nodded. "Wow, you two really do look inseparable." She returned to fishing. "You know, you're different—just coming up and talking to strangers, huh?"

"Well, it's not every day I get to meet one of the Cerulean Gym Leaders in the middle of nowhere," I replied with dry humor.

"Ugh, I don't want to be associated with my sisters," she said bitterly.

Sensing a personal problem, I changed the topic. "Um, okay, I won't pry. So how about—"

Suddenly, her fishing rod caught something, and it started moving erratically. Wait, hold on…

Ash and Pikachu!

Misty's fishing rod whipped violently as she struggled to keep hold of it. Before I could react, a boy in a tattered cap and red jacket was yanked out of the water, flung into the air like a ragdoll, and sent crashing onto the riverbank with a loud thud. He rolled a few times before skidding to a stop, groaning in pain.

Ash.

I immediately recognized him, but he looked… ruined. His usual cheerful demeanor was gone, replaced by a face twisted in pain and exhaustion. His clothes were soaked and covered in mud, and his eyes were squeezed shut. It was clear he'd been through a lot. But as bad as he looked, it was nothing compared to the sight of what he held protectively in his arms.

Pikachu.

"Oh no…" The words slipped out of my mouth without me even realizing it. This… this isn't how it happened in the anime.

Pikachu's small, yellow body was covered in burns and cuts, his fur matted with blood in several places. His ears drooped lifelessly, and his normally bright red cheeks were dull and barely sparking. He let out a weak, shuddering breath, and I felt my stomach twist. This wasn't just exhaustion. Pikachu was seriously hurt. Did they piss off more of them other than flock of Spearows?

I immediately went ahead and carefully scanned through their injuries. Ash looked fine enough, but Pikachu wasn't.

"Ash, are you okay?" I asked, worry creeping into my voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but Pikachu…" he weakly replied.

"Damn it, we gotta get you to the nearest Pokémon Center!" I stated the obvious.

Misty spoke up. "There's a Pokémon Center nearby. Just keep going into the route, and you'll arrive at the Viridian Pokémon Center."

Ash, ever the reckless determined kid, sprang into action, carrying Pikachu in his arms and placing him into the front basket of Misty's bike. In a fit of pure desperation, he took her bike to get Pikachu to safety.

"Hey! My bike!" Misty shouted in anger.

"I will return it, I promise! This is for Pikachu!" he shouted back.

Misty looked at me. "You know this kid?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, he's a childhood friend of mine. Reckless as hell, but he means well. I'll go get him; this is bad."

She sighed. "Well, you better get him for stealing my bike, but I'll let it slide since he's trying to take his Pikachu to a Pokémon Center."

I was more concerned about what was about to happen. "Got it. Damn it, Ash," I muttered. I shouldn't have left him behind and put him in this screwed-up situation. "Cyndaquil, let's go fast and catch up."

Cyndaquil perked up, taking my words seriously. "Okay, big bro!"

As I started running, I noticed a flock of Spearows hovering above us in the sky, surpassing us due to their speed. Shit, I better get there as soon as possible.

I pushed myself to run as fast as I could, ignoring the exhaustion threatening to pull me down. My lungs burned, and my legs screamed in protest, but there was no room for weakness now. I needed to catch up to Ash—Pikachu needed help.

The sky began to darken ominously, thick black clouds rolling in to overshadow the sun. I remembered the events of the first few Pokémon episodes all too well. This wasn't supposed to happen—Pikachu wasn't meant to be this seriously hurt.

"Cyndaquil, it's going to rain, so I have to put you in your Pokéball for now. You'll be safer that way," I said, glancing at my little buddy.

Cyndaquil nodded, his expression serious. "Okay, big bro."

I quickly returned him to his ball, feeling a pang of guilt as the familiar flash of light enveloped him. I could only hope he understood my choice. My jacket didn't have a hood, and I had no time to dig through my bag for an umbrella. Once I arrived in Viridian, I'd buy a raincoat—no questions asked. Right now, every second counted.

As I sprinted onward, the first drops of rain began to fall, the sky above mirroring my rising panic. I needed to get to Ash before it was too late.

I reached the patches of tall grasslands and followed the narrow path. Traces of Misty's bike wheels marked the ground. I kept running, determined to keep the supposed 'Chosen One' and his Pikachu safe and sound.

Bolts of lightning cracked across the distance. Terrified Pokémon scattered, their voices reaching my ears: "Quick, get to your nests!" "Head to the burrows!" "Come home, you stupid 'mon!" and more.

Suddenly, I saw a massive bolt of yellow lightning strike in front of me, far ahead. I pushed myself even harder, forcing my legs to move faster.

Arrival

I finally arrived at the scene, the rain stopped, replaced with the golden rays of sunlight, I was breathless. Ash and Pikachu lay unconscious on the ground, surrounded by an equally unconscious flock of Spearows. I prayed they weren't dead.

Misty's bike, meanwhile, was a blackened wreck—fried to a crisp and completely ruined. "Damn it, Ash! Pikachu! Are you two okay?" I shook them gently, scanning them for signs of life.

Fortunately, they were both breathing. But that didn't mean we were out of danger yet. There was still so much that could go wrong.

I took Cyndaquil out of his Poké Ball. "Cyndaquil, keep watch of our surroundings while I help them out." My breath came in ragged gasps.

"Yes, big bro!" he saluted.

Huh… Cyndaquil saluted? Ugh, I'll think about that later.

I carefully picked up Pikachu and helped Ash to his feet.

Suddenly, a loud shriek echoed from above, startling us. We looked up at the sky, searching for the source, only to see the incredible—no, the majestic.

The sense of dread and panic was replaced into awe, its legendary Aura pouring into our bodies making us freeze to stare at it. It is almost as if we are supposed to look at it.

No way… Ho-Oh… My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open in awe as I witnessed a legendary Pokémon with my own eyes.

Pikachu and Cyndaquil stared in silent amazement.

Ash, meanwhile, looked confused yet captivated. "Who's that Pokémon?"

Ash's Pokédex, Dexter, chimed in, "Unknown Pokémon. Many are yet to be identified."

Suddenly, a vision overtook my senses. I saw the sea, waves crashing loudly against the shore. I saw myself standing on an island, gazing at the sandy beach under an orange-golden sunset. Then, just as quickly, my vision returned to normal, and I stumbled back.

What the fuck was that.

Everyone looked at me with concern. Cyndaquil rushed to my side immediately. "Big bro, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, shaking off the disorientation.

"You good, Genera?" Ash asked, his worry evident.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I assured him.

We looked back up at the sky, still watching the magnificent bird. Ash probably didn't know, but I did. That… was Ho-Oh.

Each flap of its wings created bursts of light, forming a rainbow that arched behind it as it soared away from us.

Moments later, we saw two feathers slowly drifting down to the ground. Rainbow feathers… said to bring the person who possesses them fortune for life.

I remained in awe of what had just happened. I felt so small yet so important witnessing it, like I was on the edge of something greater. But at the same time, I was driven—driven to become more than what I was. What is this feeling?

As the feathers touched the ground, I immediately warned Ash. "Careful, Ash; it could be dangerous."

He nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. I handed Pikachu over, and Ash held him gently in his arms.

I rummaged through my backpack, pulling out two small plastic bags. Using a cooking glove, I carefully picked up the feathers. I didn't want to risk potential immortality or eternal youth from these feathers if the theory about them granting Ash eternal youth was true. I really don't want eternal youth or immortality.

But… my instincts told me to give one to Ash. I guess I should.

"Here, have this, Ash. It could be a good luck charm for both of us," I said, handing him one of the rainbow feathers, safely contained in a plastic bag.

"O-Okay…" he stammered, clearly surprised.

I placed my own rainbow feather, also in a plastic bag, into my backpack. "Everyone, let's head to the Pokémon Center now."

"Right!" Ash said, nodding firmly.

I picked up Cyndaquil and placed him on my shoulder. Together, we started walking toward Viridian City, leaving the flock of unconscious Spearows behind, I'm sure they'll be fine... Ugh, more problems ahead—the next one will be the Rocket Trio. I'll have to think about life and call Professor Oak after this… if I can prevent the damn destruction of the Viridian City Pokémon Center.

Damn you, Ash. Damn you, me. Damn you, fate. What a wild start for a journey.

Viridian City

After a grueling one-hour walk to Viridian City, we could finally see the trees thinning out, signaling the city's edge. My legs were screaming in protest, sore from the earlier sprint, and I was still gasping for breath. Every step felt like a punch to the gut, but I kept moving forward, refusing to stop now that we were so close.

Cyndaquil looked up at me, worry evident in his eyes. I couldn't blame him. I'd run myself to exhaustion trying to help Ash earlier, pushing way past my limits. But we'd made it. The familiar sight of tall buildings and the towering Pokémon Center loomed in the distance.

We just needed to get to the Pokémon Center, get everyone patched up, and rest. And maybe, just maybe, avoid the absolute disaster that would be Ash and the Rocket Trio leveling the place. Again.

We dragged ourselves onward, the rough dirt path giving way to the smooth concrete roads of the city. Streetlights cast their warm glow over neatly trimmed lawns, and I could see the soft lights in people's homes. It would have been a comforting sight if not for the exhaustion gnawing at us.

Ash was still panting, his breathing ragged and uneven. Pikachu looked barely conscious, his ears drooping from the strain. Meanwhile, Cyndaquil perched on my shoulder, his little paws clinging to my jacket, acting as our eyes and ears.

"Just a little more, guys," I muttered, though even talking felt like an effort. "The Pokémon Center isn't too far now…"

But then, a loud, authoritative voice blared through the quiet evening air, startling us all:

"Attention, citizens of Viridian City—"

We froze, my body tensing up instinctively. I glanced at Ash, who looked just as startled, while Pikachu's ears twitched at the sudden noise.

"Attention, citizens of Viridian City, there are reports of Pokémon thieves in the area. If you see anyone suspicious, report to the authorities immediately."

I cursed under my breath. "Arceus, give me a damn break."

Ash blinked, still catching his breath. "What? Pokémon thieves?"

I sighed, the tension coiling tighter in my chest. "Team Rocket. They're known for pulling this kind of crap—stealing Pokémon, both wild and trained." My mind raced. "Hopefully we wont encounter or meet them here, I want a damn bed right now."

"Team Rocket?" Ash asked, his confusion giving way to a mix of worry and determination. "This is bad."

"Yeah, bad enough," I replied grimly, clenching my fists. "But hopefully life won't throw them right in our faces."

I looked down the road leading into the city, then back at Ash and Pikachu. We didn't have the energy to deal with any confrontation right now. But we didn't have a choice.

"Let's keep going, but stay alert. If they're really around, we need to get to the Pokémon Center before we run into them," I said, pushing myself forward. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off, and my legs felt like they were made of lead, but we had to keep moving.

"Right," Ash agreed, his determination keeping him upright despite the exhaustion. He tightened his grip on Pikachu, who seemed to draw a bit of strength from his trainer's resolve.

As we continued towards our destination, a commanding voice suddenly called out.

"Hold it!" An Officer Jenny stepped in front of us, hand raised. "What are you two doing here?"

I was the first to speak. "We have a Pokémon in need of emergency care. We're not thieves," I said, pointing at Pikachu cradled in Ash's arms.

Ash nodded, but Officer Jenny's expression remained skeptical. "And how do I know you didn't steal that Pikachu?" She narrowed her eyes, waving a finger at us.

Before I could respond, Ash stepped forward, his face serious. "I'm Pikachu's trainer."

"And your ID?" she asked sharply.

Ash hesitated, frowning. "Oh, um, I don't have one."

"Silly Ash," I muttered, pulling out my own Pokédex and then reaching into his pocket to grab his. "Here."

With a few button presses, the device chimed. "I am a Pokédex programmed by Professor Oak, belonging to trainer Genera Jenson of Pallet Town. If lost, it cannot be replaced," my Pokédex announced.

A moment later, Ash's chimed in too. "I am Dexter, a Pokédex programmed by Professor Oak, belonging to trainer Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town. If lost, I cannot be replaced."

Huh. Did Ash's Pokédex refer to itself as I instead of it? That was… strange. Maybe it's got some hidden level of sapience? Something to think about later.

"Wow, I didn't know it doubled as an ID," Ash said, surprised.

I chuckled lightly. "Yeah, see? No problem now," I lied. There were definitely still problems waiting for us.

Officer Jenny scrutinized the devices before nodding. "Alright. Your Pikachu is in bad shape. Let's get you two to the Pokémon Center."

"Really?" Ash's face lit up with relief.

"Yes," Officer Jenny confirmed with a grin.

The next thing I knew, we were squeezing onto her small police tricycle, barely fitting onto the seats. "Hold on tight, kids."

I had a very bad feeling about this.

"Don't scream!" she said with a smile that was all too gleeful.

Then, with a roar, she floored it, and the world turned into a blur of colors and lights. We screamed in terror as she zipped through the streets at speeds that should have been illegal. My heart hammered in my chest, and I tried to keep Cyndaquil steady as we hurtled forward.

Just stay calm, Genera. Just stay calm. This is fine. We've been through worse—no, wait, scratch that, this is definitely up there with the worst. My grip tightened on the seat, my left hand holding Cyndaquil in place as we took another sharp turn.

"Big bro!, we're gonna die!" Cyndaquil squeaked and terrified, his voice shrill with panic.

"We're not gonna die!" I yelled back, trying to sound confident. "Just… think of it like a roller coaster."

"A what?" Cyndaquil clung tighter, his whole body trembling. "What's a roller coaster?"

I mentally facepalmed. "I'll explain later! Just hold on!"

We swerved dangerously close to a lamppost, and I swallowed a scream as the tricycle tilted at a stomach-churning angle. For a split second, I was sure we were going to flip over. But then we straightened out, barreling down the road at breakneck speed.

Ash's face was pale, his knuckles white as he clutched Pikachu. "Is this normal?!"

"No, it's definitely not!" I ground out as we skidded around another corner.

Finally, the tricycle began to slow down—though still faster than I would have liked. "You know, Officer Jenny, you'd make a great racer," I said, my voice a little shaky.

She laughed. "You think so? I do enjoy a bit of racing and stunts in my free time."

Figures.

Cyndaquil's trembling eased slightly. "Wow, that was… scary."

"No kidding, Cyndaquil." I sighed, a mix of relief and lingering panic. Ash's gaze, however, was fixed solely on the Pokémon Center ahead, his determination shining through the fatigue.

That's when I realized something: we weren't slowing down.

"Oh shit," I muttered. She was really going to do it—drive us into the building. Seeing it in the anime and videos of it online was one thing, but experiencing it firsthand?

We zipped up the steps, sending bystanders scrambling out of the way.

We drove up the stairs and into the Pokécenter, terrifying the nearby bystanders. "Move aside, everyone, this is an emergency."

We slid through the automatic doors, scaring Nurse Joy at the reception desk. "You know we have a driveway, right?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

"It's an emergency," Officer Jenny responded immediately, causing Nurse Joy to turn serious.

Ash stood up with Pikachu in his arms. "Please help Pikachu."

Nurse Joy sprang into action. "We'll do what we can."

Typing onto her computer, she probably called her support Pokémon—most likely Chansey. They're her signature partners, just like the Jennies with their loyal Growlithe.

I stood up and left my seat along with Ash. "Cyndaquil, keep alert. Just for... Well, caution." I know Jessie, James, and Meowth will come here very soon, and I want them gone so I can finally rest in a bed and get the beauty sleep I so desperately deserve.

"Okay!" Cyndaquil saluted once again.

I wondered if it had anything to do with his past, I thought to myself. "Officer Jenny, I have a feeling some criminals will come in here."

Officer Jenny switched her gaze to me. "Hmm, I don't think there's anything of value here for them to steal. From what I know, they only steal strong and rare Pokémon and leave the weak ones alone."

The operation door opened, stopping further discussions between me and Officer Jenny. Two Chanseys moved a stretcher over, and Nurse Joy gently placed Pikachu onto it.

"Your Pokémon will be in our good care," Nurse Joy said, smiling. "Now, rush this Pokémon to the critical care unit."

"Yes, ma'am!" both Chansey said in unison.

"Thanks to you, everyone arrived here just in time," Nurse Joy said.

"That's my job," Officer Jenny replied with a proud grin. "Oh—um, looks like I left my vehicle parked at the reception!" she added, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

Nurse Joy wagged her finger. "Well, use the driveway next time."

"Hehe… Anyway, I'm off!" Officer Jenny said and dashed away.

"Wait! Hold on a moment!" I called out, only to be met with a cloud of exhaust as she drove off. I was too late—she was just too fast.

There goes my chance to immediately blast the TRio away from the Pokémon Center. Now this is going to be a headache trying to avoid getting involved in the ridiculous shenanigans these people get into.

Deciding to pass the time, I looked around, taking in the size and layout of the Pokémon Center. It was massive—one of the largest in Kanto, with rows of chairs lined up in the waiting area, a spacious lobby, and several doors leading to examination rooms and recovery wards. Despite its size, the place felt eerily empty.

"For a Pokémon Center this big, there's only the two of us, Ash," I commented, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet space.

Ash glanced at me and then lowered his head, lost in thought as he sat down on one of the benches. He was probably worried about Pikachu—and, to be honest, so was I. Pikachu looked like he had taken quite a beating back there. No wonder Ash seemed so down; his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if searching for answers that weren't there.

"Don't worry," I said softly, trying to sound reassuring. "Pikachu's tough. He'll be fine."

Ash gave me a small nod but didn't say anything. His shoulders slumped a little as he leaned back on the bench, exhaustion written all over him. We'd been through a lot today.

Alright… I thought to myself. Maybe I should take some rest too. Hopefully, Team Rocket won't ruin my beauty nap or sleep.

I turned to Cyndaquil, who was still perched on my shoulder. "Cyndaquil, you can rest with me."

"Uh, okay, big bro," he replied, sounding a little unsure but still hopping down onto my lap. He curled up, his small body fitting snugly against me.

I leaned back, finding a somewhat comfortable position on one of the chairs in the reception area. It wasn't the best place to rest, but considering how far we'd traveled and the tension that kept us going, it was better than nothing. I let out a long, tired breath as my muscles started to relax.

The hum of the overhead lights and the occasional beep of medical equipment filled the quiet air. I noticed two more Nurse Joys coming out of a hallway, carrying medical equipment and paperwork, with multiple Chanseys behind them. Makes sense, I guess—a single Nurse Joy working alone as both the manager and receptionist of a facility this size would be quite stressful. Oh well, time for a short moment of peace till the TRio arrives. I need to get myself back in top shape with all I have.

Cyndaquil's warmth was a comforting presence. His breathing slowed as he settled in, and soon, I felt his weight grow a little heavier, his tiny frame rising and falling rhythmically. I gave him a gentle pat on the back. He'd been through a lot too, and it was good that he could relax, even if just for a moment.

I shifted slightly to get more comfortable and let my gaze wander again. The Pokémon Center was a fascinating place to be in when it was this quiet. The walls were lined with posters showcasing different types of Pokémon medicine and care, from Full Heals to Hyper Potions. There were informational charts on the different ailments Pokémon could have and which berries were most effective for treatment. The attention to detail was pretty accurate if I remembered my first aid classes for both people and Pokémon correctly.

Closing my eyes, I decided to ignore the tense pressure and my wet clothes for now, at least. I deserved a few minutes of rest. Just a few. I sighed deeply and let myself drift off, keeping one ear open for any sudden disturbances.

Some unknown amount of time later, I found myself having another strange dream. It had been a while since I last had one, and like always, it was frustratingly vague.

A man's voice echoed around me, sounding amused. "He does look unusual."

Then a woman's voice chimed in softly. "Ohh, he's got my blue eyes! But where'd he get that white hair from?"

The man laughed. "Who knows? Maybe from one of our ancestors."

"Hey, let's show our child to our good friend. He's probably here already, waiting for us," the woman said, excitement clear in her tone.

Everything remained dark. I couldn't see a damn thing—pitch black, like I was trapped in a void. But I could hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It didn't feel like a normal dream. The air was chilly, and I realized I was surrounded by something soft and warm. A blanket, maybe?

Suddenly, a loud roar shook the dreamscape, an overwhelming sound that sent vibrations through my very bones. It wasn't just loud—it was like the roar carried an ancient power within it, one that stirred something deep inside me.

"What the—" I woke up with a start, my heart pounding as if I'd just run a marathon. Cyndaquil jolted awake too, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"Big bro? Did something bad happen?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing… It was just a dream," I replied, still feeling a mix of confusion and calm. But that calmness—it didn't make sense. That roar should've been terrifying, yet there was something oddly melodic about it. Something almost… comforting.

Why do I feel so at peace? I shook my head. That roar—it was too familiar, too surreal. Another mystery to add to the growing list. Great. Just what I needed—more weird-ass questions in this weird-ass life.

I sighed and shook my head, looking outside the entrance. It was dark now—nighttime. I could see the bright lights of high-rise buildings and the twinkling stars above.

Equipping my bag once again, with Cyndaquil perched on my shoulder, I headed to the waiting area, only to see Ash talking to Professor Oak on a massive monitor screen attached to the wall.

"Genera, young man, you must have woken up!" Professor Oak exclaimed, his voice ecstatic, seeing me safe and sound.

I stepped closer to the screen, catching the tail end of their conversation. Ash's voice was full of insistence and excitement, while Professor Oak's was calmer, almost skeptical.

"No, Professor, I'm sure of it!" Ash exclaimed, his hands waving animatedly in front of him. "It wasn't like any Pokémon I've seen before! It was—"

"You must have mistaken it for another Pokémon, Ash," Professor Oak interrupted, his tone placating but firm. He leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Many trainers report sightings of unusual Pokémon, but without concrete evidence, it's hard to say for sure."

I crossed my arms and glanced at Ash, who looked ready to argue further. Yeah, he's not going to let this go. I knew exactly what Pokémon we'd seen earlier—the shimmering feathers, the radiant wings—but Ash wasn't wrong in saying it wasn't a common sight.

"I don't think he's mistaken, Professor," I cut in, making both of them turn to look at me. Professor Oak raised an eyebrow, and Ash's expression brightened, clearly relieved to have backup. "Ash might be a rookie, but he's not blind. We both saw it."

The Professor's eyes narrowed a fraction. "Is that so?" He adjusted his glasses, a mix of curiosity and caution in his gaze. "Tell me then, Genera, what do you think it was?"

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my words carefully. Couldn't just blurt out that we'd seen Ho-oh without proof—it'd sound ridiculous. But at the same time, I didn't want to discredit Ash's experience. That moment was special to him, even if he didn't know the true weight behind it.

"It was… Ho-oh, Professor," I answered with composed tone.

Professor Oak looked surprised but remained skeptical. "Are you really sure? You need physical or photographic proof of it."

I grinned slightly. "And we have it, Professor. Two, actually."

"Can you show me?" he requested politely, his interest growing.

"Ash," I signaled to him to get his rainbow feather as I took out mine from my bag—a rare rainbow feather contained in a clear transparent plastic bag, just like Ash's.

The moment Ash and I revealed the feathers, Professor Oak's reaction was instantaneous. His eyes widened, his face shifting from disbelief to sheer astonishment. It was like watching a dam break as he practically exploded with excitement.

"You two have no idea how big of a deal this is!" he yelled, his voice so loud it echoed around the Pokémon Center, startling Cyndaquil.

"No need to be scared," I chuckled lightly, giving Cyndaquil a gentle pat.

Professor Oak leaned forward, staring at the screen as if he could reach through it and grab the feathers. "For centuries—no, for millennia—we haven't seen these! And with historical records becoming more distorted over the ages, we don't even know if they're real anymore!"

He paused, running a trembling hand through his hair, his gaze locked onto the feathers in complete awe. "This… This is the biggest discovery of the century!" He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair in the process, but he didn't seem to notice. "You've stumbled onto something people have only whispered about in legends! Something entire generations of researchers and trainers have spent their lives searching for!"

He started pacing, muttering frantically under his breath before turning back to the screen, his expression a mix of fervor and focus. "Though I am very aware of the myth that surrounds these feathers," he continued, his voice lowering slightly as if confiding some great secret. "One of the books I read at the Ecruteak Regional Library talked about these feathers—how they're said to bring fortune and good luck to those who possess them."

He paused, eyes narrowing as he recalled the details. "But… there's also a warning. If the feather is separated far away from its owner, the luck and fortune are lost, sometimes turning to misfortune."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I glanced at Ash, who looked equally unnerved. We were handling something much bigger than ourselves.

"Be careful with those feathers," Professor Oak added, his tone solemn now. "If you're going to keep them, make sure you never lose sight of them."

I nodded slowly. "We will, Professor."

He sighed, his excitement fading slightly as a more serious expression took over. "So for now… keep this a secret. We wouldn't want any lurkers—especially Team Rocket—finding out about this. They'd do anything to get their hands on something like this, and I don't even want to think about what would happen if they did."

"Well, you kinda yelled at us, so uhh… I think some people heard," I said, feeling a twinge of worry.

Professor Oak took a deep breath and let out a short, breathless concern, embarrassed and nervous laugh as he ran a hand through his hair again, his expression shifting back to something softer and warmer. "Oops, my bad. Anyway, that's enough of my ramblings. You boys have made an incredible discovery, but remember to take care of yourselves too. A good break is always necessary after something this monumental. Good luck, Ash and Genera. I'm so proud of you both!"

Just as we were about to say our goodbyes, Professor Oak seemed to remember something, his face suddenly taking on a worried look. "Oh dear, I really hope those feathers are real, and I hope this is not a drea—" The screen went black as the call abruptly cut off.

I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the empty Pokémon Center. "Did… did he really just—?" I couldn't finish the sentence through my chuckles. Even Ash started to smile, though he still looked a little shell-shocked by the whole exchange.

"Yeah," I managed between breaths. "He's really gone nuts this time. I wonder how Professor Elm will react once he finds out."

I turned to Ash. "Now that's all done, get our um... Cool feathers back into our backpack."

As we hid our feathers back into our backpacks, a sudden question came into my mind. "So, Ash, how long was I out?"

"Three hours, I think," he said.

"Oh," I replied, frowning slightly, that's not even a nap anymore and I could have sworn my dream was that short. Trying to recall most of the dreams I had before that weird one in my nap, I only remembered fragments. But strangely, I felt more comfortable the more I thought about that dream. Weird.

Suddenly, we heard the sliding entrance door open behind us, the sound of broken metallic clanks echoing with each step. We turned to see Misty, dragging a fried, blackened, rusted bike behind her.

"I finally got you!" she said furiously, glaring daggers at Ash.

"What happened to your bike?" Ash asked, and I couldn't stop myself from facepalming in unison with Cyndaquil.

"You know, Cyndaquil, we're gonna have to deal with this conversation now," I said, sighing tiredly at the escalating drama.

Cyndaquil nodded. "Yeah…"

"What happened to my bike? You happened to my bike! You ruined it, of course, you loser!" she snapped, even more enraged.

I stepped in, raising my hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, calm down, and uhh… let's not cause a scene for any Nurse Joy here."

"You want me to let this slide? This boy here, your friend, ruined my bike! Look at it!" she yelled, stomping her feet as her frustration boiled over, making me flinch.

"Look, I'm very sorry for what my friend did, but it was an emergency," I said, trying to de-escalate the situation.

Ash nodded. "My Pikachu… He's not doing good."

Misty's fury faltered, replaced by a worried frown. "Is your Pikachu okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he's fine now."

"Good," she said, her anger resurfacing as she pointed accusingly at Ash. "But you better pay for my bike!"

Her balance suddenly faltered. "Whoa—woaaa!" she yelped, falling down along with the bike she carried. Ash immediately rushed over to help her.

"Let me help you," he offered, only for her to slap his hand away.

"I don't need your help, and you're going to pay for what you did to my bike!" she yelled at him.

Cyndaquil and I exchanged tired looks and sighed in unison. "What a day," I muttered.

"Yeah…" Cyndaquil murmured in agreement.

I decided to offer a hand. "Let me help instea—" but she slapped my hand away too.

"I also don't need your help since your friend here ruined my bike!" she spat.

What a bitch, I thought, but kept my mouth shut.

"Look, please calm down. I promise I'll make up for it. I will, really," Ash said, pleading with her. "But… I can't really do anything about your bike until—"

Misty cut him off. "Ugh, I don't want your lame excuses, kid."

I decided not to get involved any further, letting Cyndaquil observe the darker side of human behavior. "Cyndaquil, let's just… step back from this," I whispered, and he gave a nod of agreement. From the looks of it, Misty acted like she didn't care about what happened to Pikachu. She'd frowned earlier but then went right back to her frustration. I couldn't really blame her, though—losing a bike like that was probably expensive.

I stepped away and sat on one of the metal chairs in the waiting area, not looking at them. A few seconds later, I could hear Misty sounding less hostile. Looked like she realized the magnitude of the situation now.

Suddenly, a small 'ding' sound caught my attention. Shifting my gaze to the door, I noticed the red light above it—indicating a patient was being treated—had turned off. I gently tapped Cyndaquil's head, getting his attention and pointing at the door. "Pikachu should be healed now," I said confidently.

Cyndaquil looked relieved. "Great!" He suddenly jumped onto my shoulder in joy, making me snort in amusement.

The door opened, and Ash and Misty's heads whipped around. "Pikachu!" Ash shouted as he ran toward the stretcher, Misty following closely behind.

"Pikachu, are you alright?" Ash asked worriedly.

"Your Pikachu's resting. It's a good thing you got here so fast," Nurse Joy assured him. "The procedure went well, so he should be fine."

Seeing Pikachu's recovering state made me smile. His wounds were mostly gone and patched up, though his fur was still a bit ruffled. But that didn't matter.

"Thank you so much!" Ash said gratefully, his voice filled with relief.

"Now, your Pikachu needs a good rest in the recovery room," Nurse Joy said gently. "You should go in with him."

Ash smiled. "Thanks, Nurse Joy."

He turned to Misty, his expression apologetic. "Listen, I'm really sorry about your bike, but I need some time to get things right."

Misty crossed her arms, giving him a skeptical look. "No way I'm falling for that again," she replied, but then her gaze softened a little. "Well, you should take care of your Pikachu now, and we'll… settle up later."

"Uh… okay," Ash said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

I was about to relax when— Beep! Beep! Beep! Alarms blared through the Pokémon Center. A woman's voice echoed through the intercoms. "Your attention, please. Our Viridian City sensors have detected an aircraft belonging to a gang of Pokémon thieves. If you have a Pokémon in your possession, exercise extreme caution."

I groaned, immediately on high alert. "Cyndaquil! On your guard, now!" I called out. He immediately jumped off my shoulder, dropping into a battle stance, ready for whatever was coming our way.

As the glass ceiling shattered, Pokéballs fell like confetti, and I along with Cyndaquil braced together for the sight of Team Rocket, our enemy making their grand entrance. Ekans and Koffing emerged from their capsules, their voices echoing in the chaos.

"Let's go defeat some weaklings!" Ekans hissed, slithering forward with malicious intent.

"For our boss!" Koffing chimed in, releasing dark puffs of smoke that quickly clouded the room. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face as visibility dropped to near zero.

"Who are they?" Ash's voice was edged with confusion, his eyes scanning the smoke for signs of danger.

"Don't be frightened, little boy," a sultry voice cut through the fog. I recognized it instantly—Jessie.

The fog of smoke cleared, revealing the two of them grandly posing together.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves!" came the exuberant reply from James, his voice dripping with theatrical flair.

"Team Rocket, prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double!"

"To protect the world from devastation!"

"To unite all peoples within our nation!"

"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

"Jessie!"

"James!"

"Team Rocket blasts off to the speed of light!"

"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"

"Meowth! That's right!"

I felt the cringe building inside me as they recited their ridiculous motto. Part of me wanted to interrupt and tell them how absurd they sounded, but another part warned against it. I had seen enough of the Pokémon world's timeline to know that meddling with events—even minor ones—could create dangerous butterfly—or Butterfree—effects.

"What are they talking about?" Ash asked, furrowing his brow, clearly lost.

"He just doesn't get it, does he?" Jessie sneered, her gaze fixed on Ash.

I couldn't help but chime in, "Of course he doesn't; your entire motto is full of nonsense."

"Oh? Your face outfit is full of nonsense," James shot back, grinning as if he had delivered the ultimate roast.

"Don't care. Your motto is more nonsensical than my outfit," I replied sharply, my annoyance bubbling over.

"Ohh… our hearts are so broken…" Jessie mocked, placing a hand dramatically over her chest.

The air was thick with smoke, laughter, and absurdity, but I couldn't shake the seriousness of the situation. I glanced at Ash, who was still trying to make sense of the chaos around him. The smoke began to clear slightly, revealing the smirking faces of Team Rocket.

"There are no Pokémon valuable to steal, so get lost," I retorted with annoyance. I just didn't want to deal with this shit, and I wanted a good fucking rest.

"Bold of you to say that," James said.

"You're not getting Pikachu," Ash said with a determined look on his face.

"Pfft, Pikachu? We're not interested in taking your precious electric rat," Jessie said, insulting his Pikachu.

"Like this brave boy said, we are only seeking strong, rare, and valuable Pokémon," James said, trying to intimidate us.

Misty stepped in. "You're wasting your time here; like he said, there's nothing good in this Pokémon Center."

She laughed. "Maybe so, but I wouldn't be surprised to find some Pokémon gems among this junk."

"You're starting to bug me," Ash said.

"Isn't that cute?" Jessie said mockingly.

"The boy is bugged," James added.

"Meowth, let's squash them!" Meowth joined in.

Suddenly, a realization hit me like a thunderbolt. I had been so focused on the chaos around me that I completely forgot to check the moves of my Pokémon partner, Cyndaquil. It was embarrassing; I hadn't even thought about it in the past few days. How the hell could I go into a confrontation without knowing what my own Pokémon could do?

I fished the Pokédex out of my jacket pocket, thankful that it hadn't gotten wet in the scuffle earlier. I aimed it at Cyndaquil, who was still in front of me waiting for orders.

"Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokémon," the Pokédex chimed, its mechanical voice soothing amidst the tension. "Height: 1'8". Weight: 17.4 lbs. Type: Fire."

"Come on, come on," I muttered, pressing the down button to bring up the move list.

"The moves currently available to Cyndaquil are: Tackle, Ember, Smokescreen, and Quick Attack."

"Nice," I thought, nodding in approval.

"This information is granted and shared by Professor Elm," the Pokédex added, as if emphasizing its credibility. I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and responsibility. Knowing Cyndaquil's moves meant I could strategize better, and now I had a fighting chance against these idiots.

Just as I was processing this newfound knowledge, I heard the familiar call from the Team Rocket Trio.

"Koffing, attack!" James commanded, his voice laced with confidence.

"Ekans, go!" Jessie followed.

"Everyone, I'll deal with this!" I shouted.

Everyone looked doubtful. "Ar—are you sure?" Ash said, concern evident in his eyes.

"Just go!" I shouted, and they did. "Cyndaquil, Quick Attack on Koffing, and stay away from Ekans!" I ordered.

"Yes, big bro!" Cyndaquil replied, zooming toward Koffing at incredible speed and slamming directly into its face.

"Aaaa—ahh! That hurts!" Koffing cried out as it got hit.

"Now stay away from Koffing and shoot an Ember at Ekans!" I commanded, my confidence growing as a grin of pride formed on my face.

Cyndaquil, still energized from the Quick Attack, unleashed an Ember that struck Ekans right in the face. "Aa—ak!" it cried in pain.

"How dare you resist!" James shouted in annoyance.

"James, you deal with this mega twerp while I try to steal!" Jessie instructed him.

I clenched my fists. "Oh no you don't. Cyndaquil, Ember again at Ekans!"

Cyndaquil shot another Ember, but it missed, hitting a flower pot in the reception area instead.

Jessie, along with her Ekans escaped, damn it, I thought in frustration, knowing I had to deal with James instead, I was in no position to pursue. I hope Ash and Misty will deal with her easier than I remembered in the anime.

I could hear the shouts and panicked screams of other Nurse Joys and Chansey all around me. I could faintly hear, "Get the Pokéballs to the transfer system!" and the sound of moving equipment. Meanwhile, James stood in front of me, grinning widely.

"Koffing, Tackle!" he commanded, and Koffing charged straight for my partner.

"Dodge it!" I ordered.

Ash:

It was total chaos. I was scared, terrified even, but I felt this urge to fight back. Did I really have to leave Genera behind, letting him face them all alone? Are we really going to leave him behind?

We sprinted down the hallway as fast as we could, led by Nurse Joy. I pushed the stretcher carrying my recovering Pikachu, while the angry tomboy ran beside me. Eventually, we arrived at the room Nurse Joy had mentioned earlier. As we entered, we were met with an overwhelming number of Pokéballs. Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging the brightly lit room into darkness.

"Hey, what happened to the lights?" the girl beside me asked.

"They must have cut the power," Nurse Joy replied. "But we have our own pika-power source!"

I could suddenly hear a chorus of Pikachu cries, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. Then, just as quickly, the power came back on… and there they were—so many Pikachu, all running around on a circular treadmill.

"Wow, look at those Pikachu!" she said in awe, staring at them. We were separated by a glass barrier, so I think we're safe.

"We have to save those Pokéballs!" Nurse Joy shouted, snapping us out of our daze.

Then a mechanical claw started picking up Pokéballs and dropping them onto a conveyor belt. We could only watch in fascination.

"This is the Viridian City Pokémon Center. We have an emergency situation—transporting Pokéballs," Nurse Joy said urgently as she typed away at the computer.

"This is the Viridian City Pokémon Center. Uploader activated. Ready to receive Pokéballs," the computer replied in a monotone voice.

Suddenly, the door exploded, catching us completely off guard. The Pokéballs scattered across the floor as the debris from the door hit the shelves holding them.

Nurse Joy quickly stood up. "Get those Pokéballs!"

Oh no, what do I do? I panicked for a moment, then picked up a Pokéball.

"Don't just hold them, throw them!" the girl beside me shouted.

"Alright, Pokéball—here we go!" I threw it, and a Pidgey materialized from the ball.

"Hissssss!" An Ekans appeared and hissed menacingly, causing the Pidgey to flap its wings frantically and fly away.

The woman holding a remote button in front of us laughed mockingly. "You think that thing can beat me? Laughable."

"No, but we'll try this one! Pokéball—here we go!" I threw another Pokéball.

Nothing happened.

Wh—what? It's empty? "It—it's empty," I stammered, feeling a sinking sensation in my chest.

"We're not gonna beat this weird lady like this," the girl muttered.

"Some of the Pokéballs are empty," Nurse Joy called out as she struggled to gather as many as she could in her arms.

I spotted another Pokéball on the floor and immediately picked it up, feeling a surge of confidence. "Well, this one feels like a winner. Here we go!" I threw the Pokéball.

A Pokémon materialized in front of us. "Rattata!"

"Ekansssss…" Ekans hissed again, terrifying the Rattata, which turned tail and ran away.

The girl gave me a slight shove, her patience clearly running thin. "Guess I'll have to handle this myself," deciding she's going to deal with that weird Team Rocket lady. "Take Pikachu and run to safety."

"But—" I started, torn between helping Genera, protecting Pikachu, and staying to fight. I didn't want to run away. I didn't want to leave anyone behind.

"No 'buts,' you have to!" she snapped, shooting me a fierce glare over her shoulder. "Your Pikachu isn't in any shape to fight. If you stay, you'll just be putting him in danger, and you know it!"

I hesitated, my gaze shifting to my injured Pikachu, lying on the stretcher. I could see him breathing steadily, his eyes closed in peace. He looked exhausted, his usual energy gone. My heart clenched. She was right.

"I—"

"Look, just go! Get out of here and find somewhere safe!" Her voice softened slightly, but there was no room for argument. "Take Pikachu, and run. I'll handle this."

My feet felt like they were glued to the ground. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to stay, to fight, to help my friends. But looking at her serious expression, I knew what I had to do.

"Don't worry about us," she added, a small, reassuring smile breaking through her hardened exterior. "We'll catch up once we're done here. Just trust us."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Okay… but be careful."

Without another word, I grabbed the stretcher and turned, pushing it as fast as I could down the hallway. My heart pounded with each step, a storm of emotions swirling inside me—guilt, fear, worry. I hated running. I hated leaving them behind.

But I had to protect Pikachu. I had to believe in Genera and this random girl who hates me for breaking her bike.

Genera:

"Now, how do you like that?" I taunted, a wide grin of pride plastered on my face.

Koffing and Meowth were now burnt to a crisp, Koffing's ruined, fainted face and Meowth's charred fur visible to anyone watching the battle unfold.

James looked desperate. "Koffing, return! How am I losing to this kid," he shouted in frustration and clenching his fist. "Meowth, use Scratch!"

"Smokescreen, then tackle directly to his chest!" I ordered, keeping my voice steady.

Cyndaquil nodded in response, taking my order to heart. Dark puffs of smoke filled the air, reducing visibility. "Take this!" he called out confidently as he charged forward, tackling Meowth with all his might.

"Aeugh! How dare you…" Meowth growled, attempting to scratch Cyndaquil again but failing miserably thanks to my Pokémon's superior agility.

Eventually, we returned to our positions, facing each other a few meters apart. The heat of the battle still lingered, both of us sweating for different reasons.

Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sound of wheels behind me. I turned to see Ash running frantically. "Ash? You gotta go somewhere safe, you idiot!"

"Sorry! I was told to run away from danger with Pikachu!" he shouted back.

I sighed, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. I didn't like the idea of this Pokémon Center exploding. There were smaller Pokémon Centers in Viridian City, but after everything that had happened, I just wanted to collapse in bed.

Just then, Ash crashed into Misty's broken, fried-looking bike, waking Pikachu in the process. "Ughh…" Pikachu groaned weakly.

Then, I saw Jessie and Ekans rushing in, reuniting with James. Shock and surprise were evident on her face.

"Wh—what happened to you?" Jessie asked, eyes wide.

James sighed, waving a finger at her like it was obvious. "You see, I'm in a battle."

Another wave of noise entered my ears. "Let's go, let's go!" "Save our fellow!" "Pikachu to the rescue!" "Save him!"

Everyone stared in confusion and awe at the pile of Pikachu that had somehow came here and ended up on the stretcher.

A major thought struck me. Wait, since Koffing is out of the match, does this mean there will be no explosion? Hope for getting to bed immediately after this surged within me.

The Pikachu pile sent waves of electricity toward the TRio, shocking them.

"AaAaAAAaaaa—" they screamed in agony as the electric waves crashed over them.

As the shock hit, they convulsed for a moment before collapsing to the ground, unconscious. Smoke rose from their charred forms. I couldn't help but marvel at the scene.

How strong were these humans? In my old world, a jolt like that could kill a person in seconds. But here, they just brushed it off like it was nothing. It was wild to think about the differences between our worlds—these humans were tougher than they looked.

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality as I heard sirens wailing in the distance. The police were arriving. Officer Jenny stepped into the ruined lobby, and I felt a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over me.

Just then, James pulled a grappling hook out from seemingly nowhere and shouted to Jessie, Meowth and Ekans. "Let's get the hell out of here!" In a flash, they scrambled to escape in their hot air balloon, disappearing into the sky before anyone could react.

Exhausted from the battle and everything that had just unfolded, I felt my body protesting against the toll it had taken. "We did it, Cyndaquil…" I smiled, despite the weariness weighing me down. "We actually did it."

But as the police and Officer Jenny stepped into the lobby, my celebration was cut short. The severity of my exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. My limbs felt heavy, and I struggled to keep my eyes open, my adrenaline now gone making my fall apart from the lack of energy to continue.

"Big bro!" Cyndaquil cried, panic evident in his voice.

I barely registered the screams of the policemen calling for medics. "Get him to the hospital," was the last thing I heard before the world around me faded into darkness.

Information for my memory issues:

Name: Genera Jenson

Age: 10

Birthday: April 13

Money: 7,432 (coemss fr)

Pokemon: 1/6

Cyndaquil - Tackle, Ember, Smokescreen, Quick Attack

AN: This is my first time writing a Pokémon battle and it was actually fun though I need to learn how to write a real-time Pokémon battle, obviously they're not turn-based and I need to also learn how to describe attacks and surroundings too, writing the visible effects for the readers to imagine.

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Author: My brain is not braining

?: Goodluck with it lmao