Pokemon in MHA

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[{Chapter Start}]

"HaGHA"

Matsumoto roared as he lifted a huge box, stumbling forward and successfully placing it on the shelf.

Guess where he was right now?

At the part-time job that he was somehow legally allowed to attend? Nono, that was not even the shocking part of this whole thing, because GUESS WHO OWNED THIS? That's right, the owner of this damned-

Oh did I mention where exactly I work? A Poke-Centre in the flesh. Well not really the flesh more like reinforced concrete but you get what I'm saying right? I mean, it's so amazing to actually be in a Poke-centre, and see Pokémon in the very flesh, getting healed by special Pokémon doctors, or whatever you call them I suppose. Also, I have just one complaint about this all, my entire life was a LIE

Turns out, unlike the Pokémon games, your Pokémon don't actually get completely healed in a couple of seconds by placing your Poke balls in the glass machine thing, but actually takes hours, and even weeks to heal a Pokémon depending on the scale of injuries it suffers during a battle or any other circumstances, with some deaths occurring as well. Seeing the ashen look on the poor people when informed of their partner's untimely death was heart-breaking to say the least

Seeing their looks also reminded me of the grave situation of the world he currently resides in, not a lily-filled, children-themed world where Pokémon don't die and just faint, well except for Raticate but that's.... well it's not really another story but whatever I guess. Right, before I got side-tracked like a person with ADHD having the attention span of Asian parents wanting you to immediately get a PHD and have an entire family at the age of 6, I must tell you who the owner of this Poke centre is. And it is....

A woman, BUT she's got huge boobs. i mean some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin some dobonhonkeros. Massive dohoonkabhankoloos. Big solid tonhongerekooge-

"My eyes are up here little boy" The lady? Asked him. And if you're wondering why I put a question mark after lady, is if you looked closely at her face, you could see that she didn't have any eyes that a normal human would have, but instead just two plain dots and a smile that looked hand-drawn by a 8-year old kid with dyslexia. The person-no, Pokémon standing in front of me, and the owner of this Poke centre is none other than that damn Ditto that I was cursed with, because seriously, WHY is it so hot

"Fufufu" the Ditto giggled as it looked at me, "With that expression you're making, no-one would believe that the person in this body was actually 16". Matsumoto huffed as he looked at Ditto "Yeah, well no-one looks at you and thinks you're a Pokémon do they?"." Ah, fair point I suppose". Matsumoto looked away as he kept on placing the boxes back where they should be. "Besides" Matsumoto huffed as he picked up yet another heavy box "Why are you even around me that much, don't you have a clinic to manage, like paperwork and stuff?"