Too little pokemon fanfics on here, taking it upon my self to make you cuties something you can read while drinking a nice cup of coffee, enjoy!
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Warm, damp, and surprisingly snug—that's how I'd describe my current situation. Now, I know what you might be thinking: "Who the fuck starts a story like that?! I just sat down!" And I'll tell you, my dear Peter, this description fits perfectly. Why?
Well...
I'm pretty sure I'm in an egg of some sort, if the light shining into my eye through a crack in my home's wall is anything to go by.
Crack.
Can't believe I got tricked into accepting that guy's deal... Now I might get to live for twenty years as a chicken. That's if I don't get processed into nuggets by the time I'm two weeks old—if I'm lucky.
Crack. Crack.
Don't trust shady salesmen claiming to be all-powerful beings, kids. You never know what kind of devious plans that ROB guy might have for you.
Crack. Crack. CRACK.
And from the looks of it... even getting out of here is a struggle. I'm starting to feel suffocated...
CRACK!
Is it just me, or is this taking too long?! I've been squirming against this eggshell for ten minutes now!
Crack...
"Phew! Finally out! Long live oxygen-chan!" I exclaim, throwing my paws up into the air in celebration. Wait—
"Paws? Huh?!"
My eyes widen as I look down at my limbs—soft yellow fur covering my arms and stomach, with gray patches and tiny metal-like protrusions on the backs of my hands. A gray snout sticks out from my face.
"Okay… don't freak out... don't freak out... I'm freaking out... I'm a furry now! And I was born from an egg, no less! Oh god, just kill me already!"
I groan in frustration at my new reality, my hollow red eyes looking up at the sun filtering through the tree canopy.
"Wee…"
That's... "A Weedle?"
My mind short-circuits for a moment as I register the cute worm Pokémon staring at me from a tree branch. I stare back with equal, if not greater, bewilderment.
"I'm in... Pokémon? Then that means…"
I look down at my paws, my mind running a mile a minute before it clicks.
"Holy shit... I'm a Riolu. A shiny Riolu."
I fall silent, trying to absorb the weight of this new information. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I glance up again.
"I'm fucked…"
Now, you might be wondering why I'm practically oozing desperation. Well... I'm in the Pokémon world. If that's not bad enough, I'm a Pokémon in the Pokémon world. A Riolu, no less—one of the most sought-after Pokémon. Oh, and I'm shiny. And my parents are nowhere in sight. You get it now?
"I'm so totally royally fucked..." I sigh, sulking and tuning out the world. The Weedle climbs down from the tree, approaching me with hesitant little movements.
Isn't their stinger venomous? Should probably watch out for that... Oh well. Might be the easiest way to go out right now.
"Weedle?" it says.
I blink at the tiny bug that barely reaches my knees. "Hey, little guy... can you understand me?" I ask, finally registering my own voice. Rather than English, I'm just repeating my own name like a dumbass... Great. Can't even beg for mercy when Team Rocket—or whatever version of them exists here—comes knocking.
Weedle nods, tilting its head in the most innocent way.
...Did it just use Baby-Doll Eyes? Can Weedles even learn that move?
"I'm fine, buddy... Thanks for worrying," I sigh.
Wait, why does my voice come out in English in my head? Shouldn't Spanish speakers think in Spanish and all that jazz? Eh, probably for the reader's sake.
"Wee Weedle!"
Yeah, I don't understand a word, but it looks happy. I guess that's good.
"Wee?"
"Sure thing, buddy, whatever you say." I pet its head gently and glance around at the trees surrounding us.
"Shouldn't there be some berries or something nearby? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Well… Rapidash, I guess?"
The Weedle smiles—or I think it does. It's hard to read a bug's face, but I can kind of feel what it's trying to say.
"Alright, buddy. I'm depending on you, okay? If I don't eat soon, I might start considering making you my first meal in this world."
From its face? Yeah... joke not received. How a bug can look that terrified is beyond me.
"I'm joking, joking! I don't find the idea of choking on your stinger appealing either. Let's just go."
I look away awkwardly and follow Weedle to a small bush maybe a hundred meters from my... birthplace?
Speaking of which—do things born from eggs count their hatch day as their birthday, or the day they were laid? Hmm... food for thought. But right now—
"FOOD!"
I rush toward the spiky purple bush. As I pluck a berry, I pause and eye it suspiciously.
"Wait... isn't purple the rarest color in nature? Doesn't that usually mean 'poisonous as fuck'? Eh, doesn't matter."
I pop it in my mouth. It's kind of dry... with a slightly sweet, smooth undertone.
"Hm. Actually, pretty good."
[Eaten 1
My mind screeches to a halt for the nth time today.
Surprised? Obviously.
Confused? Most definitely.
Excited?
"FUCK YES! I HAVE A SYSTEM!!"
I jump up in joy, scattering the rest of the berries I'd gathered. Weedle flinches and gives me that "oh-no-he's-crazy" kind of look.
Okay... I can work with this. I can definitely work with this. Uh... Linku startu? System? Panel? Win+R? Status?
**[Name:][Race:] Riolu[Nature:] Adamant[Abilities:] Inner Focus (prevents flinching), Prankster (priority to status moves), Anticipation (senses foe's move)
[Level:] 1[Move Set:] Endure, Quick Attack, Cross Chop, Detect
[Stats:]HP: 40Attack: 71Defense: 40Sp. Atk: 35Sp. Def: 40Speed: 62
[Items:] None**
"Do I just win at life now? I have the mother of all cheats—a system! A goddamn system! Hahaha!"
I laugh like a madman. So many doors just opened, I can't even think straight. Declaring that God himself will kneel before me may be... slightly premature.
"Okay. Deep breaths. In... and out... I'm a Riolu. Soon to be an unstoppable Lucario. With a system. In a world where the guy next door might have a black hole–creating Pokémon waifu stored in a ball... Pause."
"Totally normal. Totally achievable. I have a system, for fuck's sake. Of course I'll go above and beyond the average battle buddy!" I chuckle, a borderline mad grin creeping across my maw. Images of my Mega Evolution squaring up against shut-in Giratina, using Rayquaza as a jump rope flash through my mind.
"One berry at a time..." I say, eyes locking back onto the bush.
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Word count: 1200-ish?
And now lets talk about important stuff, first and foremost, he's a pokemon, no he won't ever become human again, how would i even explain that? The plot line? Eh, I've got one figured out, but I'm also prone to just winging stuff, so be advised. It's a maybe for lemons, with both pokemon and humans, because why not? I'll try to release 3 to 4 chapters a week, but if I fall sick or just don't have the time for this you'll be left waiting, unless i have chapters stocked up, in which case, lucky you! Other than that, any criticism is welcomed, any powerstones are appreciated, and any reviews below 5 stars will be deleted (that was a joke... maybe...), and if you ever have any ideas about the story, run them by me and I might implement them. Other than that, enjoy the story!