Austin, a die-hard Pokémon fan, is disenchanted with the series' direction post-Sinnoh. After a typical late-night binge-watch, he drifts off to sleep, only to wake up in an unimaginable reality: he is Ash Ketchum, and today is the morning his legen...
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I awoke to the sound of a soft "Pika," only to find Pikachu staring at me with those big, expectant eyes.
"Pikachu?" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Suddenly, the realization that yesterday's events weren't a dream hit me like a bolt of lightning. In my shock, I jolted upright, inadvertently sending Pikachu tumbling off the bed.
Yesterday wasn't a dream?!
The smell of ozone snapped me back to the present as Pikachu sparked, clearly startled by the sudden movement.
"S-Sorry, buddy, you startled me. Did you want something?"
"Pika Pi," Pikachu murmured, rubbing his belly in a way that was impossible to misinterpret.
"Okay, buddy, let me just wash up, and then we'll go down to eat," I said, glancing over at Spearow, who was still asleep. There it was, curled up in a ball, one wing draped over its body like a makeshift blanket.
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For such an aggressive Pokémon, it sure slept like a cutie.
I shuffled into the bathroom.
Under the cold shower, the chill water cascaded over me, yet it couldn't quench the barrage of questions flooding my mind. I was living a dream—literally stepping into the shoes of a Pokémon trainer, embarking on adventures, befriending Pokémon. The coolness of the water normally soothed me, sharpening my thoughts, but today it only seemed to heighten the surreal reality of my situation.
The mystery of how I ended up here hung over me like a dark cloud. Why was this world so similar to an anime I knew? Was I actually Ash Ketchum, caught in some twisted version of reality? The questions spun in my head, piling onto one another in a dizzying torrent. As the cold water continued its relentless flow, I knew I needed to ground myself.
"No need to worry over questions you won't get answers to," I murmured to the rhythm of the water, trying to shake off the dread. "Let's just enjoy this journey until you get to Sinnoh and meet God."
I snorted at the thought, the absurdity of my situation washing over me as starkly as the icy spray.
How long would it take to reach Sinnoh? I pondered, the water from the shower already turned off but the cold dampness still clinging to my skin.
If the series progression was anything to go by, and if I age—assuming Ash does age—I should be around 16 during the Sinnoh chapter. That means I might be living in the Pokémon world for about six years, assuming I could meet up with Arceus in Sinnoh.
