Chương 1: Silver I

I have no idea what the hell is going on right now. To be completely honest, I'm not sure of anything at the moment. After all, I had just been lying down in bed, getting ready to enjoy my sleep after making a fantastic late night egg sandwich… when I had an out of body experience. Literally. One second, I was getting ready to sleep. The next, I felt my whole world turning upside down in a vertigo inducing display. I was so stunned by the sudden shift, that I couldn't even struggle properly?

The weirdest thing about this entire event, was the speed at which it happened! If I was being kidnapped, clearly they had given up on pretending to be normal. By the time I even opened my mouth to scream in a panic, the entire thing was already over... That didn't stop me from screaming though. I let out a bellow of shock that stretched out for a few seconds, before dwindling into a confused noise instead.

"Huh?" … Wait a second. Who the hell just screamed? I didn't scream alot, but the few times I was tortured into watching horror movies... that wasn't the noise I made. That's when the paranoia began seeping into my bones and taking root there. My voice hadn't been this high pitched since before puberty. It wasn't the deepest around, but it was still respectably deep and this voice was not deep at all. That was the first sign that something was very wrong.

The second, was the fact that my body felt completely different. I was light, with the exception of a strange weight near my waist that I ignored for the time being. I wasn't talking about my weight here (I was pretty healthy thank you!)... my body just felt light... like gravity decided to lessen its force onto me. Don't ask me how I knew that I was too light, I just did. My body never felt this light, period. Not even when I was a kid! What was...

I felt a wave of dizziness hit me as I began to steadily realize that everything about my body felt wrong. It felt like everything had been moved just slightly enough for me to realize things were amiss. If someone moved everything in your house by one inch, you would probably notice that something wasn't right with your home but you wouldn't be able to pinpoint just what it was. If a person moved it by one inch every single day, you'd probably be driven to insanity without knowing the reason why.

It was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, letting you know something was wrong. Well, it currently felt like that was happening to me... except it was my body in place of the furniture. Nothing felt right. It felt like all my organs had been slightly misplaced. It wasn't enough for me to think I was dying, but it was enough for me to notice that it wasn't right and it was driving me insane. And now I was noticing that everything was wrong.

Just the way the freezing air brushed against some of my exposed skin (why was I so heavily layered in clothing?!) was wrong. What was happening?! I couldn't... hell even my thoughts felt different! They felt... faster? More focused? This was... I don't know what this was. I would never be able to properly explain what I was going through right now but it was making me freak out. It felt like I was about to throw up from sheer disorientation. Was this what body dysmorphia felt like?

I was stuck in this limbo of panic and confusion, as my body defied everything I thought I knew about it before. The sensation of everything about your body being wrong, was so jarring that I had curled into myself, unsteady breaths leaving me- Before everything suddenly clicked into place. At once, it felt as if my body realized that it was my body... and stopped giving me grief. I shakily stood up, looking ahead with a confused gaze that was far clearer than my vision used to be. Had I been drugged?

Did it wear off...? What type of drug was that? Did it really wear off? It couldn't have. I had to have still been drugged because right now, I wasn't in my room. My house was a humble little thing, great for one person and easily able to accommodate a second or third if I wanted company. I wasn't one for decoration. I'm fairly pragmatic and don't really need a lot of things to be satisfied.

That didn't mean I lived in a completely barren home, but it wasn't full of many luxury items that I bought just to buy or because it looked pretty. No, I had all the essentials necessary to survive and gifts that I had gotten over the years from the more extravagant of friends and family who thought my house was too boring. Despite how annoying they were, the gifts were nice and I appreciated them. So even with my pretty bad memory, I wouldn't just forget the gifts they gave me.

But I couldn't recognize a single object in the room I was currently in. Hell, I was hard pressed to even call this a home. Panic began seeping into my body once more, as I confusedly glanced around the room I was in." Where the hell am I?" I thought wildly. Who was arrogant enough to kidnap a 6 ft, 180 pound guy and not tie them up? Was it because they knew I was stuck in here? Could I not make it out of this place? Was I trapped? But that didn't make any sense…

whoever "kidnapped" me, had to have been some type of professional super assassin or God themself. I didn't really believe the second one but seriously, I wasn't making much headway here. For one, I had been moved way too fast. Seriously, I didn't even get to fall into a deep asleep before this clusterfuck of events began happening to me! No one had touched me but considering the state I had been in earlier, I was probably drugged by my kidnappers and could no longer reliably process how much time had passed.

That would explain why my body was so light and I wasn't deemed worthy enough to tie up… but the drugs didn't hamper me nearly as much as they probably thought because after that rather traumatic moment, I could move just fine enough to kick every single one of their asses before they gunned me down for good. Where did they move me? Some type of lab? That's what it looked like to me…

There were a bunch of weird devices and objects that were too advanced for me to identify and I scratched my head, brows furrowing at the feeling of fabric meeting hair. Before I could dwell on the strange thought of my hands, horror suddenly filled my body.

"Why the hell am I in a lab?!" I thought in disbelief. Were they… planning on experimenting on my body?! Wait... had they already done so? Was that why I was so disoriented?! What the hell did I do to deserve this?! Did I accidentally piss off the wrong person…? Was it really so severe that they'd kidnap and attempt to traumatize me with that out of body experience?! By now, I had sufficiently began freaking out and was currently looking in every single direction to find a way out of here.

There was no way I did something deserving of being experimented on. I was a normal guy, living a normal life, who stayed out of all sort of troubles because it was too much to deal with… Drama was only funny when you weren't apart of it, so I stayed out of it. What could I have possibly done to deserve this?! This had to have been some sort of mistake. They had the wrong guy! Even if they assumed that no one would notice I'm missing, that was wrong.

I had a good relationship with my family and my friends were the type to barge in unannounced whenever they felt like it to make sure I had my human interactions for the day. They would notice I'm gone before the next day ended. Why not just grab a homeless guy off the street? No offense, but I don't think anyone would notice they were missing. Why me? It was while frantically glancing around for an escape, did I see something that made my blood run cold.

I was currently looking at some metallic lab equipment that worked very well as a makeshift mirror… and in that mirror was not someone I was immediately familiar with. After all, I didn't look anything like this at all. Looking back at me, was a red haired, pale skinned boy with a vivid shade of silver eyes that did not look natural whatsoever.

"What the fuck?" I said intelligently, blinking in confusion at seeing the reflection say that in a voice that I really didn't recognize. Who the hell was this looking at me? WHO WAS THIS?! I had a shaggy head of brown hair that barely reached my chin… not a head of red hair that went a bit past my back! Not to mention, my eyes were a very natural shade of blue! They weren't this peculiar color of silver! Did people even have eyes this color?! Not naturally… there were gray eyes but this shade of silver? No way…

You'd have to have contacts to get this color. Same as the hair… Red this shade wasn't natural in the slightest… Had I actually been experimented on? What the hell…? Where was my body? Who was this? Who was I? WHAT DID THEY DO TO ME?!

"Hello? Is anyone there? I heard a scream!" I stilled at the sound of a door opening up, letting a beam of light shine through and felt a well of horror fill me, at the sound of my captor entering my temporary prison to continue whatever the hell they were doing to me.

"I need to hide," I hissed, straightening up as I heard the footsteps slowly approach me. Moving on instinct, my body managed to miraculously find a perfect spot to hide me and see just who the perpetrator was. From this angle, I could see that it was a middle aged man with a short brown hair, a white lab coat and a pair of glasses. Typical scientist look... Oh God. This was the asshole that experimented on me.

Instead of fear, I felt my blood boiling at the sight of person who caused all my problems, begin the process of searching for me to continue their sick and twisted experimentation.

"I could have sworn I heard someone scream…" He muttered to himself glancing around and missing piercing silver eyes glaring at him in hot rage.

"This bastard is the one who kidnapped me!" I snarled to myself, skin prickling as I ignored his musings. He even had the typical scumbag scientist look! It was pissing me off just looking at him! How the hell did he manage to transport me so easily? Did he have any friends? He had to… this scrawny guy wouldn't be able to move me so easily… No doubt, if he didn't find me, he'd go get his friends. I gnawed on my lip. On one hand, I wanted answers.

I had no clue where I was and I had no clue what happened to my body... If it even still existed. Who was that staring at me in the reflection?... That couldn't be me, right? Why did I look like some kid? How was that even possible?! How did I get my original body back...? Could I even get it back? Was I stuck like this forever?

"I guess no one's here…" the man muttered to himself, looking puzzled as he prepared to walk away." No!" I thought in horror. If he left, he'd probably come back with backup and my chances of getting out of here would go completely down the drain. That couldn't happen. I wasn't going to die here! A surge of adrenaline coursed through my body, as I burst out of my hiding spot and charged the man before he could leave my line of sight.

Mustering up the necessary strength, I didn't even give the guy time to turn around and delivered a heavy blow to the side of his head with this weird body. My jaw slackened, as the man's body soared and crashed into a heavy bookcase, sending everything crashing with a thunderous noise that would almost certainly alert this dudes buddies to what was happening in here.

"What did I just do…?" I gaped in confusion, glancing at my gloved fist (that's why it felt so weird to scratch my hair). Now, I wasn't weak by any means (in my original body at least)… but I was not strong enough to hit someone with that amount of force and send them flying as a result. I had put enough power in that hit to knock him unconscious so I could get a feel for the area around me before taking what I could and escaping from this damned place.

Judging by the blood leaking on the floor, I did a little more then that.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Did I kill him?!" I cursed, looking at the pool of blood forming with panicked eyes. The man's body was hidden underneath the wreckage and the amount of time it would take to move everything out of the way, was not worth it to check if I killed this guy. But I just… Did I just kill him?! I never killed someone before and even though this guy kidnapped me, I at least wanted to get some answers out of him before calling the authorities to deal with this.

I didn't intend to kill him with these freakishly strong fists!

"What the hell… Oh man what the hell?! What do I do?" I muttered, backing away from the body with wide eyes. I… could plead self defense, right? This guy kidnapped me. There was no way I was going to jail for attacking my kidnappers… but would I go for committing murder? Well, maybe he wasn't dea- My momentary lapse of freaking out, paused as something around my waist began shaking rapidly and I glanced down at my violet pants, under my navy coat, to see what the hell that was.

My jaw dropped in pure disbelief, at seeing a red and white sphere be the source of all that shaking.......... Was that what I thought it was? … Nah. No way. There's no way. Nope. I refused to believe it. There was no way I had an honest to god Pokeball on my waist that was currently shaking with enough force to make me instinctively grab at it.

Without really thinking about it, my body pressed the button and watched as a red beam shot out of it, forming into a small shape that filled me with more dread that I hadn't felt since I broke my leg chasing my older brother in the forest for stealing my Gameboy. As I stared at the small creature, the pit in my stomach finally managed to pierce through my body and I could only helplessly say -"What the actual fuck?" So I was in the Pokemon world… Such a revelation didn't really confuse me more than I already was.

In fact, it actually cleared up a lot of the questions I had! 1. I really did get kidnapped by a God. That had been mostly a joke but only some higher being could pull off such a dick move without a hint of remorse. 2. I finally recognized who's body this was after a second look. It was the main rival of the Johto games, Silver.

The red hair, silver eyes, violet pants and navy coat, all belonged to the rival with a bad temper who only cared about getting stronger, until he got his ass kicked enough by the player or something. 3. That man under the bookcase who I just knocked out and potentially killed? Yeah, I had a sinking feeling that was the professor of the region. What was his name again… Elk? I had just attacked Professor Elk in his lab after thinking he was my captor and that same professor was currently a bleeding mess.

On the floor. In his lab.

"Fuck me," I moaned in horror, holding my face with both hands. Turns out, I was the criminal and I was definitely going to end up in prison once they found out who did this. I felt horrible for what I had done to the man, but I was even more terrified of what would be done to me if I didn't get the hell out of dodge.

"Zor?" I glanced down at that noise and gazed at the source with a blank expression. A slate gray fox with red and black accents looked up at me with a tilted head. Those large, forward facing green eyes looked at me with a curious expression and I nearly yelled in frustration. It was honestly adorable as hell, but I couldn't really bask it all in considering my current situation.

If my memory served correct (My knowledge for Pokemon went up to Gen 6 with some Gen 7 knowledge), this was a Zorua, the illusion fox from the Unova region. What the hell was Silver doing with a pokemon from Unova? Weren't these things super rare too? I was almost certainly in the Johto region so how did I have one? Was I the version of Silver from Pokemon Adventures…? But no, his first pokemon was a Sneasel... I think? Why didn't I have a Sneasel? GAH! Now was not the time to be thinking about this!

I needed to get the hell outta here and do some deep pondering later! I chanced a glance at Professor Elk (was that seriously his name? Weren't they based on trees?) and regretfully decided that it was in my best interest to not be here when someone discovered the body of the man I might have killed. It must have been Silver's half (I wasn't a great person myself but hey I was no murderer)… but despite the initial horror... I really didn't feel all that bad for what I just did to the poor guy.

It was probably because I had been intending on robbing this dude anyways- Wait a minute. I was just put in Silver's body, in the middle of Professor Elk's lab. Doesn't that mean this is the moment Silver steals himself a starter from the man?... Who's the funny guy who put me in a thief's body in the middle of a heist? Couldn't you at least do it after he finished the job? I sighed, prompting Zorua to glance up at me a little fearfully.

It seems I was completely done freaking out so that meant I could think a little logically now. I don't really know how I feel about being in the Pokemon world. If this wasn't some wild dream, then I was in a world that a lot of people dreamed and fantasized about being in. Except I wasn't one of those people. Living in a world where you're the weakest creature on it but instead of normal animals, you get superpowered world ending threats instead, was really not my preferred way of living.

Oh well, seems like I didn't have much say in the matter. It is what it is. But why Silver? He's never been shown in the anime (as far as I know. I hardly watched it past Kanto), has a pretty good role in the video games and has the most character in the manga… Could be worse, they could have put me in Wally or Barry… God, if they put me in Barry's body, I might have contemplated ending it all. Honestly, Silver was probably one of the best choices of a body (I was trying my best to rationalize this).

He was cool, with a cool personality and besides the hair style, he wasn't a complete dork like the other rivals. If I had a choice of rivals, I'd probably have picked Blue (Gary? I dunno) to abuse that sweet Oak money and then Silver... and then no one else because they were all lame. What version of Silver was I even? Logically speaking, I should be the one from the manga considering my first pokemon isn't one of the starters… and I have those unnatural silver hues. But my first pokemon isn't a Sneasel. Wait…

was his first even a Sneasel? It's been alot of... years since I last read that manga. All I know is that it wasn't a Zorua because Zorua didn't even exist at the time. Ugh, too many questions. I just remembered that the manga Pokeballs were see through as well and these didn't look it at all. So no clue what world I'm in. Another question that I needed answers to and right now was not the time to dwell on it. My main goal was to survive. To survive in the pokemon world meant one thing. Become strong.

To become strong, I needed to give myself any advantage possible. Considering I had already committed such a serious crime that would no doubt put me in a maximum security prison, I might as well commit another one and complete Silver's original mission so that I could properly equip myself with a means to survive being a criminal.

"Sorry Elk but it is what it is. I'll be taking some stuff to help myself out."

"C'mon Zorua," I said gruffly, heading to the back of the giant lab to begin pillaging.

"Rua!" The fox yipped, trotting after him and completely ignoring the body under the casing. I had to admit, it was kinda cool to have an actual pokemon obeying and following me. I mean, who didn't dream of this at least once? I never really cared for the Zorua line. Unova had a stacked array of dark types and I much preferred Hydreigon, Krookodile or Bisharp. Not to mention, the foxes were insanely rare too. I don't think I ever actually used one.

Hell, Weavile was my favorite Ice type so I find it pretty funny that I didn't get the Dark/Ice type. But, that didn't mean I hated Zoroark… I just didn't really think about them at all. In fact, weren't these things really good at illusions? Was that why a thief like Silver had it? These things had incredible criminal potential. How did Silver manage to secure one…? I don't think luck has a part to play here… You didn't just luck your way into getting a Unova pokemon while in Johto.

Yet another question that wasn't going to be answered yet. I nearly sighed again at the terribly confusing situation and just decided to focus on the mission at hand. Securing things to survive. It seems Silver choosing the lab, wasn't a bad idea at all. Unlike the video games, Elk's lab was massive and full of tons of provisions! Not to mention Silver actually owned a bag too!

After checking inside of it, I confirmed that he seemed to have the same type of bag we got in the game and balked at the contents inside of it. What the hell? Silver was loaded! Why the hell was he even here? Did he want one of the starters that badly?

"Maybe his favorite pokemon is Totodile," I mused. Whatever the case, I had no clue if Silver stole all these things but if he did, he was even better at his craft than I thought. This bag didn't look cheap at all either so the fact he managed to get it… Then again, you'd think a lab was heavily guarded and I was just inside of here, getting ready to steal one of the heavily prized starters that some poor kid was supposed to get in the near future.

Speaking of which, almost like they were being presented, 3 Pokeballs, shined to perfection, were resting inside of an advanced incubator-like machine. Nothing on the ball indicated which was what starter and I gazed at the Balls with a hint of awe. I didn't fancy the Johto starters. I wish I had woken up in Hoenn or Kanto or Sinnoh or SOMETHING because I at least had a starter from the other regions that I preferred. But Johto? I didn't really care for any of them.

They were cool with incredible designs, but compared to the other starters I just found them lackluster… Just like the region. I did not like Johto. Loved Soul Silver and Heart Gold despite that. I'd never say no to one of the starters. It was still a pokemon and I was admittedly excited to have a starter mon. But before I picked out one or two or three… I needed something else that was just as important.

I began rummaging through drawer after drawer, idly stuffing my bag with anything that I recognized (A lot of potions, empty Pokeballs, I even got some revives, a few great balls and an ultra ball!) before I finally found what I was looking for. With a triumphant grunt, I pulled out the object of my desires and felt a small grin form on my face." Gotcha!"

Sleek, advanced and rectangular in design, the Pokedex shone in a way that showed it was brand new and I pocketed the encyclopedia without an ounce of hesitation in my body. This was the most valuable thing I could have picked up from this lab. If I did happen to be in the Manga world, the Pokedex was so rare, those who had them were called Dex Holders. And if I wasn't? Who cares! The Pokedex was still insanely valuable for anyone to have and I probably would never get one through conventional means anyways.

I'd be a fool to go into this world blind. Even with my helpful knowledge of Pokemon, that was still years ago and I'd be stupid to rely solely on that, when I didn't even know which version of Pokemon I was in. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The Pokedex would help me in my very confusing adventures. With that settled, I slowly stood back up and made my way over to the main attraction of the lab. The starters.

Now, if this were the Hoenn, Sinnoh or Kanto region, I would have taken all three without an ounce of hesitation in my body. But this was Johto. Should I take all three regardless? I'm sure they would fetch a hefty price if I ever went the sell them route… But if I wasn't going to take all three, which would I even choose? Cyndaquil, Chikorita or Totodile? Totodile seemed like the most logical choice. The crocodile was a water type and it was aggressive and strong.

Not to mention, it was Silver's signature starter and the one he was depicted with most often, so clearly the two had inherent synergy. They seemed a bit rebellious by nature and if this guy figured out I kidnapped him, who knows what would happen? Would I have to discipline it like Silver likely did? I wasn't really into animal abuse… Alright, then what about Chikorita- I snorted at the thought. Yeah right. What about Cyndaquil?

The fire type started pretty meek by nature so getting it to listen would be easier then Totodile but once it evolved into a Typhlosion… Personally, I would have chosen Cyndaquil as well. He was my favorite of the Johto starters, though that didn't really say much and I normally picked him when playing the games. That reminds me… does Gold exist in this world? Most likely… isn't his main starter Cyndaquil? Wait, why do I give a shit? If I wanted Cyndaquil, I'll take Cyndaquil.

For my own sake, it would probably be best if I took only one starter though. If some trainer was seen walking around with all three missing starters, I'd be in prison faster then I could properly learn this world… Besides, why take all 3 starters when I could go and catch Pokemon I actually wanted? If this was a dream, might as well enjoy myself. One was still suspicious, but with what I had started planning… it wouldn't be all that bad. I nodded to myself and decided on my choice right there. I'd take Cyndaquil.

I had no plans for any immediate fire types but I already had a plan for a water type that overlapped with two other goals of mine. It was perfect! This adapting to a new body thing was pretty easy-"PROFESSOR ELM?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" A male voice screamed in the distance, distraught in their tone. Zorua, who had just been silently observing his trainer with a confused expression, and I both jumped high at that loud scream and I wildly whirled around.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?! T-THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD!" A teary female voice screeched in horror.

"Fuck," I hissed in disbelief. I was really not cut out for this criminal stuff, especially with all this confusion going on right now. Seriously, why was I dropped in the middle of a heist? Those two voices sounded fairly young. I'd take a guess and say they're Silver's age… which meant they could only be two people... Gold and Crystal... or whatever the hell their game names were. Ethan and Lyra? I needed to get outta here. Especially if they both had their own first pokemon too.

"Zorua, it's time to go," I hissed to my pokemon, eyes darting left and right to look for an exit. My eyes landed on a window and I nodded to myself.

"We're going through the windows," I barked. I grabbed the Pokeball on the left without hesitation, in my haste and rushed off to the window, blood pounding in my ears as I heard footsteps.

"Be careful Gold, w-we have no idea who could be here. I already called an Officer Jenny, she'll be on the way soon…" a fearful voice said as two sets of footsteps approached my location.

"We need to catch whoever did this, Crys!" An angry and brash male voice declared.

"Who would hurt Professor Elm like that?! When I get my hands on them, there won't be anything for the Jenny!" I cursed to myself and fruitlessly tried to get the window open as quietly as possible, nearly slamming my head into a wall at how little progress I was making. Well this wasn't good at all. I don't think these windows opened. Zorua at this point, was looking at his trainer like he couldn't even recognize him and glanced back at the noise of the voices getting steadily louder.

They weren't going to get out the window in time before being spotted at this rate…

"What the fuck is this window made out of? Why is it so hard to open?!" I thought in disbelief. By now I was growing more and more desperate as the footsteps got closer to my location. A tugging at my legs, made me stop my fruitless attempts and I glanced down to see Zorua staring up at me.

"What? You have a plan?" I hissed quietly and the little guy nodded. It waited for something and I blinked in confusion. What was it doing? Why didn't it enact its plan yet- Ah. Right, Silver was a dick to everyone. I should work on that a little.

"You have my permission to do your plan!" I urged the little guy as quietly as possible. Zorua nodded and closed his eyes. My eyes couldn't help but widen in interest, as the creature grunted and black energy began pouring off of it. The haze of energy began increasing in frequency, before surging forward and wrapping around both Zorua and I. I resisted the urge to struggle at the strange move and stilled my body and mind completely.

Despite standing in the middle of the room, when Crystal and Gold both walked in, they didn't seem to realize I was there at all and continued to search the area.

"Zorua put an illusion over me," I thought calmly, realizing they couldn't see me. Much like me, Gold and Crystal looked exactly like their counterparts but I noted that Crystal wasn't the one from Heart Gold and Soul Silver. No, she had blue hair and crystal blue eyes… much different from the brown hair that she has in the games… Were they both also the manga versions?

It had to be because Gold had a brilliant set of golden eyes, glaring piercingly into the room with a righteous anger befitting someone with main character syndrome. They both looked about 14 and Silver should be about the same age as them… so was I 14? Goddamnit, I had to go through puberty again. A nudge brought me out of my musings and I saw that it was my slightly panting Zorua urging me to move.

I wasn't sure how long it could maintain the illusion and didn't want to really find out so I hoisted the little guy up and secured him to my person, much to its surprise. Then, I took a deep breath and focused. That's when the instincts (that I didn't notice were helping me so much this entire time) took over. My body began moving on its own, quickly and without a sound as I deftly avoided the exploring Crystal and Gold.

"Should I ambush them? No, it's best if I just focus on escaping. I got what I'm here for so it's time to go," thoughts that were not my own, began pervading me.

"Gold look!" Crystal gasped in horror, pointing at the incubator machine. The sudden movement, revealed the single Pokeball on her waist and considering Pokemon had a streak of releasing themselves... Yeah it was time to go.

"One of the Pokemon are gone!" That caught Gold's attention and the main male of the Johto region, looked over to see what she was talking about. His eyes went wide at seeing only two of the starter pokemon there and the two wasted no time rushing over to inspect the spot. I watched the two give me the opening I needed and wasted no time rushing out of the back of the laboratory and into the room I "woke" up in.

There was a woman crying over Elm's (I knew his name wasn't Elk) body, steadying the bleeding man and I took a wild guess and assumed that was his wife. He didn't look too good. I stared at the unconscious man with a frown and shook my head. It was a terrible misunderstanding, but I refused to take blame for it. What type of person even puts someone in a situation like this? I refuse to think anyone else would have acted differently to being kidnapped and dropped in a lab!

Sure it might not have been him, but I was still kidnapped by something and put in the middle of a terrible situation so whoever did this to me, was to blame. I shook my head. It was unfortunate but there wasn't much I could do about it. Revealing myself after attempted murder, would be bad for me no matter what. I don't know the laws of this world, but I had to imagine nearly killing someone was still frowned upon.

My eyes caught an open window and I realized this must have been the one Silver used to break in, in the first place. Good thing he didn't try with the ones in the back… real killers those windows are. My body swiftly made its way over to the open window and I wasted no time sneaking through it. By now, there was a small commotion outside that had me cursing to myself and rummaging through my bag.

I pulled out a hoodie and threw it on, making sure to hide my most prominent features and I dashed out into the forests of Route 29, making sure to avoid the eyes of everyone there.

"Good job, Zorua. You saved my ass," I praised the little guy as I sprinted at amazing speeds. Silver's body was impressive as hell. I was sprinting at full speed and it was more then I would ever have gotten in real life. Must have been fictional genetics at play. It was brutal knowing that a 14 year old was this much more athletic than me.

"Zor?!" The dark type gasped in surprise at his praise, looking at his trainer with a startled expression. The trees outside of New Bark Town were as dense and heavy as the game made them out to be but even then there was just so much. They littered the ground as far as my eyes could see and I even noted flying types nesting in the branches I could see!

It was surreal seeing a massive Pidgeotto tending to a tiny Pidgey and I paused as the evolved bird stared me down, looking more like a Pidgeot than the middle evolution, before taking its attention off me and fussing over its child again. I shrugged, before continuing my pace, taking note of all the pokemon but not really paying attention to any of them. You couldn't traverse this forest in a matter of minutes and just end up in a new area.

No, the world was so far more vast then a video game would ever be able to encompass and I began growing tired from the running first, before seeing anything besides forest. I huffed as I stopped and caught my breath, deciding I had run far enough.

"Think we made enough distance?" I asked Zorua idly, putting them down and wiping the sweat off my head. Zorua pondered the question before nodding slowly.

"Dammit Silver," I cursed the original inhabitant of this body. A resounding theme in Pokemon, was that treating your Mons well, was the way to go if you wanted to be a truly elite trainer. Clearly Silver didn't get the memo until he got beat down enough times. Well, time for a good old head start in the right direction. I don't know how long I had this Zorua for, but I guess now it was time to make it up to the adorable lil guy.

"You did good in there," I praised, rubbing the little red tuft on its head.

"I got a bit nervous after I hurt that guy but you kept my head on straight. Thanks Zorua." Clearly this guy had never been thanked, much less praised before because it looked at me like I had just given it the world.

"Zor!" He barked, nodding vigorously with sparkling eyes. I wasn't the most affectionate around but I wouldn't complain if it helped me in the long run... the little fox was also kinda adorable.

"Alright, let's let this guy out," I muttered, grabbing the Pokeball I stole with a contemplative expression. It looked smooth to the touch and when I took my glove off to verify that detail, I was proven right. I marveled at the coolness of it. I couldn't quite describe the sensation of it but… it was almost like I were holding a metal but not exactly. Maybe porcelain was a more accurate description? A mix of glass, metal and plastic. That was best way to explain the sensation.

"Be ready, Zorua. If it puts up a fight, I'm counting on you to deal with it," I instructed the fox. Zorua nodded and got ready for action. I was a little nervous at the upcoming prospect. Hopefully Zorua didn't need me to order it around too much. I had no idea how I would even begin to act in a pokemon battle. Maybe I just take a backseat and let the instincts take over… this body appeared to act on what Silver himself knew when I did that... and the kid was clearly way more talented then I currently was.

Damn, it was a good thing Gold and Crystal didn't find me. If they were anything like their important counterparts, I'd have to fight two genius battlers as a complete novice who was still a bit disoriented from the current circumstances of being shoved into a body that wasn't mine. Well, it was time to meet Cyndaquil. Hopefully he didn't cause me too much grief. I'd hate being mean to these little guys but I had no qualms against doing it if I had to. I wouldn't really consider myself a good person after all.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Despite my neutral expression, on the inside I was a fuming and embarrassed mess. In my haste to get out of Elm's lab, I forgot a key detail. That being, I didn't know which starter was in which ball. No. In my genius, I had grabbed a random ball without really thinking about it and had taken off without a second thought. I should have known my luck was once again going to bite me in the ass. I literally got transported into a body in the middle of a heist.

Why did I think otherwise?

"Chikorita?" Chikorita tilted its head up at me with curious eyes. I stared down at it with a blank expression. Zorua was in front of me in case it proved aggressive but the grass type was content to just observe me.

"Okay just be cool. It's not like you liked any of the Johto starters anyways!" I thought optimistically. I was not optimistic but for this moment, I would be. Sure, Chikorita was a pokemon I'd never in a million years use… but I could work with this! It could be worse. I could have been dropped in Unova, who had my least favorite starters period. Chikorita instead of Cyndaquil or Totodile, wasn't nearly as bad. Yes, I could work with this.

Nodding to myself a little unsuccessfully, I planted my piercing silver eyes on the Chikorita.

"Hey Chikorita. I'm your new trainer. I took you from the lab so you listen to me now," I said bluntly as an introduction. Chikorita tilted its head at that before nodding enthusiastically with a "Rita!" of excitement. My blank expression melted away in favor of confusion.

"Huh?" I said a little dumbly. Was it not gonna put up a fight?

"You aren't upset? Not planning on rebelling?" I asked in disbelief, scratching my hooded head in a puzzled manner. Even Zorua looked puzzled, stance loosening just a bit at the confusing acts of the grass type pokemon. Chikorita shook its head at my questions and trotted up to me with an eager gleam. I was properly stumped. Why was this Chikorita being so friendly with me? Not just that… it seemed to recognize me too but I just released it out of the ball.

Why didn't it have a problem with the information I just revealed to it -"Didn't Zorua want out of the ball when I started freaking out after hurting Elm?" I suddenly thought. Could… pokemon tell what was going on in the outside world even while in the ball? Is that why Chikorita didn't seem all that shocked? Huh… didn't that mean Totodile and Cyndaquil knew how I looked? That's not very good at all, especially considering their trainers were my in game rivals.

But that still doesn't explain why Chikorita would be happy that I picked it.

"Why aren't you more upset?" I asked bluntly, silver eyes burning in curiosity. To my surprise, the cheerful Chikorita's expression turned bitter.

"Chiko chik rita!" It ranted in its tongue, a severe frown on its face as two little vines began waving angrily. Then, it looked up at me and beamed, pointing one of its vines.

"Chik Chikorita!" It exclaimed happily.

"I can't understand you at all," I thought with a sweatdrop, watching as it poured its heart out to someone who had no clue what it was saying. Zorua nodded along with Chikorita's words, a hint of sympathy on its features, as it heard the story and he looked at his puzzled trainer. Clearly he could not understand. The dark type supposed it could help his trainer understand the grass types plight.

My eyes roved over to Zorua, as it began weaving an illusion and I couldn't help but marvel at how useful the ability of his was. A picture of a Totodile and Cyndaquil showed up next to the huffing Chikorita and I watched as two figures showed up to pick up both the water and fire type, before the final person, reluctantly picked Chikorita. Then, the illusion shifted over to me, in front of all three of the starters, picking up Chikorita first." Ohhhh," I thought in realization.

"You're tired of Chikoritas being overlooked in favor of Cyndaquil and Totodile," I guessed.

"Those two tend to always get picked before you so you're glad that I chose you over them?" Chikorita nodded vigorously, gazing up at me with admiring eyes as the illusion melted away. Now I understood. Chikorita wasn't just one of the most unpopular starters in my original world… it must have been unpopular in this world too. It made sense. When your competition was a fierce crocodile and a fiery badger with fire coming out of its back... it was hard to compete as a gentle grass Dinosaur.

Typhlosion and Feraligatr looked badass and would surely net far more popularity points then Meganium. If the professors of each region continuously handed out the same starters, surely the pokemon themselves would notice a pattern. Didn't Chikorita get picked last in the manga too? I'm pretty sure Crystal didn't even want it or something like that. Huh, kind of a dick move Crystal.

Even after being a new batch, after so much time, Chikorita must have known that it was going to be the last one selected and probably by a person that got unlucky with their pick. Getting chosen by a trainer who didn't want you... Damn, I couldn't be that cruel to the little fella. My accident turned into a blessing for this little guy. I'd be an even bigger dick if I just pretended like Chikorita didn't exist. I kinda felt bad now for being so upset... Chikorita didn't deserve that.

Well, guess no one ever needed to find out the truth. This was what you called a white lie. I pat the grass type on the head and offered it a small smile.

"They don't wanna pick you? I say fuck em. It doesn't matter anymore because I picked you and now that I'm your trainer, I'm the only one who matters now. If you follow me, I'll make everyone respect the Chikorita line by turning you into the greatest Meganium out there."

"Who is this person?" Zorua thought in disbelief, gazing at his trainer with wide eyes. Silver was cold and calculating on the best of days. His trainer was belligerent and ruthless and wanted nothing but strong pokemon. He was a person of few words and never offered praise, no matter how well Zorua did. Everything was expendable to him, a tool for achieving whatever his goals may be. Not only that, Silver was incredibly skilled.

He would never have needed Zorua's help for the lab invasion but not only did he compromise the mission, he nearly got caught too. What happened to his trainer? Did striking that human change him? Well… Zorua wasn't complaining. He may have been less skilled, but he was nicer and he patted him and complimented him too. Chikorita gazed up at her new trainer with pure adoration and nodded furiously at his words. The grass type hugged his legs and purred happily at his touch. I looked at the grass type and sighed.

Well, it wasn't what I wanted but it actually wasn't all bad. After getting a better grasp of my new situation, I could figure out my plans for the future and whether I had Chikorita, Totodile or Cyndaquil, didn't change it too much. Besides, I kinda wanted to see Chikorita succeed just as a massive middle finger to the people who doubted her. People doubting her, now meant people were doubting me and I just wouldn't have that now would I?

"Alright, let's get you two checked out, then we can continue walking," I ordered, offering a shoulder for each of them to jump on. Chikorita took the offer with no hesitation and happily jumped on his shoulder. Zorua was far more hesitant but tentatively followed suit after I sent it a disarming smile.

Zorua: Male Ability: Illusion Moves: Leer, Scratch, Torment, Hone Claws, Extrasensory Chikorita: Female Ability: Overgrow Moves: Growl, Tackle, Heal Pulse, Vine Whip I hummed in contemplation at the information the Pokedex was giving me. This wasn't bad. Actually, this was really good. I wasn't expecting them to have some of these moves. I could work with this. Zorua and Chikorita were both promising and once I figured everything out, I could get started on them… That's if I even decided to become a battler.

After fiddling with this thing for way too long and getting it properly setup, I finished scanning both Zorua and Chikorita and received a general rundown on my new pokemon. The Pokedex was even more useful then I thought. It gave me the weight, height, diet and more of what I scanned! The only problem… was that I wasn't too sure if this thing was tracking my location. After doing a quick check of the thing, I didn't see anything too obvious and considering the lab had been dreadfully easy to break into…

I was going to assume the people in this world were all stupid and didn't think to add a tracker onto it. I did see quite a few Pokedex in the cabinet where I got mine, so they didn't seem extremely rare. Them being so common, might work in my favor because that meant more trainers should have one. No use dwelling on it. I wasn't throwing this thing away for the life of me.

Night had settled into the forest of Route 29 by now and after eating something quick, while feeding Zorua and Chikorita, I decided to call it a night. Thankfully, Silver had sleep gear in this extremely convenient bag. Making sure I was in a secured and hidden area, I setup my expensive tent (seriously, why was this guy so loaded?!) and beckoned both Zorua and Chikorita inside.

Chikorita took the invitation once more without any hesitation and easily snuggled into me with a happy sigh, while Zorua slowly trotted over with an unsure expression, yelping as I rolled my eyes and brought him closer. As the three of us settled down, I finally decided to get my thoughts on the entire events of today, situated. I took a deep breath and recalled everything that had happened to me.

While sleeping, I had been dragged, through unknown means, from the comfort of my home and was deposited in the body of a person who shouldn't exist, in one of the worst situations I could be put in. In my mass confusion, I had wrongfully judged one of the most important figures in the Johto region as my captor and assaulted him with no hesitation, doing far more damage to him then he probably would have sustained if I were actually Silver.

I had no clue which version of the Pokemon world I was in and I didn't really know how I was going to find out either. There was so many different depictions of the game, anime, manga, that I could be in one that I hadn't even heard of yet. It's not like I was an avid Pokemon fan either. I used to be really into it when I was younger but the last game I had really put a lot of effort into, was Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire because that was the last time I had fun playing the games.

Ultra Sun and Moon was played for a little but I didn't put much effort into it (I don't think I even beat the Elite 4) and I don't even know the name of the games afterwards… Don't even get me started on the anime. I spent even less time watching that, though I did used to watch it as a kid. The manga was probably what I was a bit more comfortable with, but it had also been years since I picked up Pokemon Adventures. I could only recall key details and maybe plot points? I sighed. This was ridiculous.

I didn't even know how to process all of this but at the very least, I was done freaking out it looked like. I had plenty reason to panic and curse. Especially considering I was a criminal, but right now, my mind was in a thoughtful lull. Maybe I wasn't freaking out because I used up all my freaking out with that earlier experience of me not feeling comfortable in my body. Speaking of which, what was that?

I felt completely fine now but earlier, I really thought I was going insane with how out of sorts my body felt. I noticed the differences in this body but now... it wasn't negatively affecting me whatsoever. But it was still so strange. Even the fundamental way I thought, felt different. Maybe that's why I wasn't freaking out anymore. Well, it wasn't the end of the world. At least I hadn't gotten caught yet and I intended to keep it that way. No one wanted to get arrested.

Losing my freedom was the worst case scenario. Even if I was in the wrong, I refused to accept that it was truly my fault and if that meant avoiding justice, so be it. It was time to adjust and plan. I wasn't going to waste time trying to find a way out of this world. If a God put me in it, chances are I wasn't getting out unless that God wanted me out.

Thankfully in this timeline, Gold hadn't caught sight of me yet but that didn't change the fact that anyone with a brain would be able to make some connections to my Chikorita… Well, anyone in the Johto region at least. It wasn't obvious, but Silver was way too arrogant. This guy robbed a regional professor with his normal clothes and waltzed around the Johto region while under fire from the cops and a rival who would grow to become the strongest trainer in the region... that never turned him in.

Maybe Silver's arrogance, was circumvented by the fact that everyone else were idiots. I didn't feel like going through all of that trouble of avoiding detection while in the Johto region. I wasn't some prodigy like Silver and I didn't want to rely on this bodies muscle memory for everything, no matter how useful it may be. Thankfully, I had no qualms never stepping foot in the Johto region again. No… I had a plan. Despite not having his skill, I had to admit...

the thrill of committing that heist was kind of intoxicating. The adrenaline rushing through my body, at the idea that I could get caught… I didn't hate that feeling. This lifestyle was certainly more exciting… but I wouldn't push it. When I became confident in my skills, I'd consider coming back to this region but for now… I needed to leave. I already knew where I was going too. A greedy gleam appeared in my eyes.

Since I was in this world now, I might as well make the most of it and what was the best way of doing that? Hunting down and catching my favorite Pokemon of course. There was no point freaking out about this abnormal situation. That wasn't my style. I preferred keeping a cool head and going with the flow.

"It is what it is," as I would so often say. So I'd take advantage of the fact that I was put in such a talented person's body and capture a team that I wanted. I don't know what Silver's original team is, but it's predominantly Johto pokemon and I didn't want a Johto team. No, the only Johto pokemon I'd prefer to have on my team is a Tyranitar and I had no interest in hunting one down in Mt. Silver because I'd die and I hated the cold. So what did I plan on doing? Travel to the Hoenn Region.

I would need to head to Olivine City (I'm pretty sure that was the region with the ships) while honing not only my espionage skills, but Zorua's and Chikorita's power too. They'd be my only pokemon for a while so I needed them to be formidable enough to help me accomplish my goals. I didn't plan on staying in the Hoenn Region though… No, as much as I wanted to explore the region, it wouldn't help me out right now. I needed a region that would help me gather solid information about what world I was in.

Hoenn was just the region I planned on mostly filling out my team with. Afterwards, I'd head to Kanto and travel through the region like normal. What? I wanted to go through them in order and get a feel for the world I now resided in. The first region of the Pokemon world was basic enough and didn't have the shenanigans that the Hoenn region would have. Kanto was the region I knew like the back of my hand and though Hoenn was the same, I'd be able to spot more changes with the very first region of Pokemon.

If anything, I could use my time in Hoenn to see if anything particular is happening. I hoped their story hadn't started yet (if it even planned on happening in this world). That would be very inconvenient for me, a new trainer. Once I landed in Hoenn… I could enact my plans and start catching my future team hopefully... all while letting the heat for Chikorita die down. Right after I trained up myself and not just my Pokemon. After the events of New Bark…

I was admittedly very embarrassed by my abysmal performance and vowed to become even better then Silver at his own craft because if there was one thing I hated, it was being embarrassed. Was I cheating by using his body? Who cared about little details like that. He should be thankful that I was planning on making this body better than anything he could achieve.

My goal for this world, was to build a strong enough team to become Champion level, so that on the chance my criminal actions caught up to me, I'd be able to properly defend myself. With the team I was planning on having… it was plausible. Should I go for gym badges? Hm… Sure, why not. By the time I started getting badges, I should have my team and at that point, it would be difficult to make connections… especially in the Kanto region.

I don't know how closely related Kanto and Johto were but I was sure Hoenn at the very least, couldn't have had that much connection. It would be a great way to gauge how strong I was getting as well, if I captured Gym Badges... and a childish part of me must have wanted them as well. Alright. I had a goal set. Now I should make sure I know what I'm doing and that meant sacrificing sleep to do some research. I didn't know how I felt about being dropped in this world…

but I'd roll with the punches and take advantage of what I had and what I knew. Nothing else mattered to me but my own comfort and survival. If I had to make some enemies along the way, so be it. It was as I was rummaging through my bag the next day, did I see a device that had me thinking. It was an advanced looking device and looked a bit like a wristwatch with a logo on it. It was black and when I flipped it open, the time (7 am) flashed on the screen.

"A... Pokegear?" I thought to myself, navigating the device and having my eyes light up at seeing the map feature. This was great! It had the full map of the Johto region and even had my location on it in the form of a red dot flashing periodically over Route 29.

"Olivine is so far," I thought with a frown, inspecting the distance I'd have to traverse. Despite looking disturbingly similar to the map in game, the estimated distance (it told me once I clicked the city!) from Newbark to Olivine was months. Looks like I'd be staying in this region for a little while longer. I would need to travel quite the distance to make it to the lighthouse city… Lame. As I got ready to pocket my Pokegear so I could begin the trek, a thought occurred to me.

"Doesn't the Pokegear have a phone feature?" I could gather a lot of information with just that. It took me a bit to find my contacts and I stared dumbly at seeing not a single name there." Why the hell do I even have this thing?" I thought with a blank expression. There was literally not a single contact on the Pokegear. There had been no calls made, no calls received… Did I steal this? No, according to the Pokegear, this was mine and I had it for quite a while too. I also had an ID.

Turns out I was 12 and was born in Viridian City of Kanto. Awesome. At least I was learning things about myself... I have no idea where Silver got so many expensive things, but I certainly wasn't complaining. Did Green not exist in this timeline then? I remember that her and Silver were quite close in the manga and made calls to each other rather frequently. Hm… wait, did the internet exist in this world? Turns out, it did!

It was in the Pokedex and I once again praised myself for having the insight to snatch one of these things. I winced at seeing news of Professor Elm being attacked almost immediately, but at least I didn't kill him. He was currently hospitalized and there was a warning to be on the lookout for a Chikorita, though it expressly stated not to report just any trainer who owned one. Chikorita frowned deeply once I told her that. She really was hellbent on staying with me and I appreciated that.

Thankfully, it seems Chikorita wasn't as rare as in the video games. In the anime, there was quite a bit of them weren't there? At the very least, if I didn't reveal my Chikorita until I left this region, I should generally be in the clear. I hummed a tune of a song whose name I didn't know of, as I scoured the net. Using the internet for information, proved to be a great decision. It helped clear up a lot of questions I had (It didn't make a dent to my list of questions... but it helped).

In particular, reading that Lance's years of dominance as the Kanto and Johto Champion, were being put into question due to the rampant growth of Team Rocket, answered a lot. Team Rocket was actually running amuck in both regions, though they dominantly operated in Kanto... Red and Blue probably didn't exist in this timeline. Not only was Team Rocket (wow, Silver really hated Team Rocket. My body instinctively convulsed in anger every time I read their name) still at large in the regions but Lance was still champion and there was no mention of him having lost a match, besides exhibitions against other champions, since his reign started. Hm... Was this the games? Team Rocket didn't feel like a threat in the anime but they were quite prominent in Kanto... I think? I don't remember anyone besides Jesse, James and Meowth.

But in this world, one of the more wanted and known members of Team Rocket, was someone by the name of Executive Proton. He was from the Johto games wasn't he? Hm... Regardless, if Team Rocket really was running rampant, that was more reason for me to slink over to Kanto. They were painting a bigger target on their backs so they'd be under heavy scrutiny, giving me time to train up and get sufficiently strong. Sounded like a plan.

I also did some research on Hoenn and didn't see anything regarding Magma or Aqua, but I'd do some deeper research later to see if they currently existed, previously existed, or didn't exist at all.

"Alright, our goal is to head to Olivine City," I informed Zorua and Chikorita.

"I don't plan on staying in the Johto region so we're going to take a boat to Hoenn first and then travel through the Kanto region," I explained. Zorua nodded without hesitation at my orders and Chikorita followed suit.

"We'll need to train more. I don't plan on catching any pokemon until we land in Hoenn so I'll be focusing on getting you two strong. We'll need to get you guys impressive for what I plan on doing," I explained calmly, despite my excitement at the idea of training actual Pokemon.

"Zor!" Zorua barked in affirmation.

"Chiko!" Chikorita exclaimed. Now how do I even start training them? I wasn't a pokemon trainer… where should I even begin?

"Alright, let's run through all your moves," I decided, not seeming to sure of myself. If Zorua or Chikorita picked up on it, they made no move to mention it and my first pokemon stepped up.

"Leer," I began easily enough. Zorua growled cutely and bared his fangs, glaring at me with venom in his gaze.

"That's adorable," I thought offhandedly. I don't know how such a cute move would affect other pokemon, but I didn't comment on it, just nodding in approval.

"Scratch on the tree," I commanded. The little fox took off at impressive speeds and raked glowing white claws against the tree, gouging it nicely.

"Torment," I said as soon as he finished. Zorua growled and stamped its feet, shouting mockingly in his tongue as a dark energy roiled off him. I wasn't sure if it worked but he seemed fairly confident in it so I'd write it off as good for now.

"Hone Claws." Zorua's claws began glowing orange as they extended in length. The dark type growled and rushed another tree, scratching into it with expert precision. My eyes widened at how deep the gouges were in comparison to his first scratch attack.

"Alright, now for the most interesting… Extrasensory," I ordered. The dark typed set his stance and focused. It didn't come out very quick but I attributed it to him being a dark type using the opposite type. Gold energy began pouring off of Zorua, before he fired a rainbow-colored beam at the tree, blowing it off its roots and sending it crashing on the floor. It made a thunderous noise and I jumped at the volume. My mouth opened in shock at that, eyes bugged in disbelief as I gauged the state of the tree.

You know… seeing an actual pokemon move, really put it into perspective that I was in a brand new world with its own rules that differed from my old one. I could die to an angry Rattata if I wasn't careful. Wasn't that just so surreal? An abnormal sized rat, mauling me to death with its gigantic teeth. This was why I wasn't stoked to be in this world. Too many threats to my life. It was a marvel humans managed to tame Pokemon to this degree.

"Cool," I praised, rubbing the head of Zorua.

"Well done." He barked happily and accepted my pat, before settling next to me.

"You're up next Chikorita," I called. Chikorita perked up excitedly and got into a ready position. A look of determination was set on her features and I smiled in amusement.

"Growl," I began, running through the moves once more. This was for my sake too. I seemed to have already memorized them (nice memory Silver) but who knows what would happen in the heat of battle? Chikorita set her stance and narrowed her eyes, before letting out a cute growl that once again made me wonder how this would affect anyone.

"Tackle." My grass type took off at a slower speed than Zorua before crashing its full body into a tree, jostling it from the impact.

"Vine Whip." Two vines snaked out the buds around her neck and they extended before slapping harshly at the same tree.

"Heal pulse." Chikorita opened her mouth and formed a pink ball of energy, before firing it at Zorua and I's direction. I stiffened at that, but relaxed as the tension of my body left me. I let out a sigh of relief at the sensation and nodded in approval. Heal Pulse was pretty cool.

"Perfect. Good job both of you," I praised with a small smile that naturally looked like a smirk on Silver's face. Based on what I saw, Zorua was a fair bit stronger than Chikorita. It made sense considering I had presumably owned him for longer and just got Chikorita yesterday. Just how long did I have Zorua? I was still stuck on the fact that I had a Unova pokemon on my team while in the Johto region… Not only that, I was very clearly well off. Just who the hell were Silver's parents? Did they give me Zorua?

Did they give me money? I dunno. Since I had no contacts, I couldn't really figure out either. Clearly Silver wanted nothing to do with whoever his mom or dad was. Eh, it was inevitable that I'd go to Viridian City one day. It did have a gym after all and if the games were indiciation, the strongest of the region. Was Giovanni still the Gym Leader or was it Blue? If it was Giovanni, I wonder if me revealing he was the boss of Team Rocket, would change anything. Does he ever actually pay for his crimes?

Judging by the way my body recoiled in disgust, I wasn't a fan of the Earth Gym Leader either. Guess that answered that. Giovanni was probably the leader of Team Rocket and the Gym Leader... considering I was also born in Viridian, I wonder if I had personal issues with him. I'd probably avoid visiting Viridian for the time being if so. Strongest Gym Leader of Kanto and all that. Ah well. That was months away.

The official Kanto gym circuit had started just a little over 2 weeks ago (it was January 17th) along with the Johto circuit but it lasted an entire year so if I wanted to tackle it, I had more then enough time to accomplish my goals before slinking away to my birth region.

"I'll cook up some training for you guys soon, let's keep traveling for now," I ordered. They nodded in affirmation and we continued our journey to Cherrygrove City. According to the Pokegear, it would take me 2 hours to make it to the City and maybe less if I upped my pace into a fast walk. Perfect. I wanted to make it in and out of the city as soon as possible. I didn't need to stock up on anything and I didn't plan on starting training until I made it far away from New Bark.

As we traversed this dense forest, I took the chance to navigate my Pokedex more (I think it was the national variant) and see if it was really as useful as I thought it was. Hint: It was. The device was telling me all the moves the Zorua and Chikorita family could learn right now and thank God for that because I would have had no idea how to approach training without it. Extrasensory and Heal Pulse were also egg moves, so that explained why they had them. Fascinating.

I wanted Zorua to learn a dark move but that wouldn't be easy while it was still so young. Once it got closer to becoming a Zoroark, it should be able to learn the more difficult dark moves but for now, I had to settle for Pursuit and Feint Attack. My goal for Zorua and then Zoroark was easy. Abuse its abilities to use illusions, confuse and eventually overwhelm opponents with trickery, speed and power. Agility, Nasty Plot, Dark Pulse, Night Daze…

I'd like to have it master Extrasensory too as if it were a psychic type. These were all moves I would eventually work on in the future. As for Chikorita, I didn't have a set goal but I liked the idea of a control tank that controlled the pace of the battle. She would dish out a lot of damage, and weather a bunch more, all while setting up the field in her favor.

The Meganium family already had an easy time learning such moves like Synthesis, Reflect, Leech Seed and Light Screen so I wanted to take advantage of that. Then I'd supplement her offense with moves like Giga Drain, Solar Beam and Petal Dance. She'd be a drain tank. Someone who managed to keep herself in the battle by draining her opponents and healing it all back up. Meganium would be unkillable!

My opponents would need to expend a ton of energy to take her out and that frustration would make things even easier for me. The idea that I could potentially have that, had me brainstorming a lot of ideas and I felt a sly grin forming on my face at how annoying I might end up becoming in the future. There didn't seem to be a four move limit or levels either so that was nice. Though... that might likely mean I wasn't in either the game or the manga, since levels were confirmed there.

Honestly, I think I was probably in some weird amalgamation of all three. At the very least, this had to have been a mix of the games and the manga. I had no idea what impact the anime had, if it had any. That might have the potential to be the most nightmarish situation on the planet. A weird mash of all three worlds... I sighed tiredly. Man, I hope this training thing wasn't too hard. I needed to get strong fast.