Chapter 1

'Is this a dream?'

This is what someone asked after being awoken in a room unfamiliar to him.

His eyes swiped across the walls, floor, and ceiling, with one thing in mind.

'There's a lot of things in here that just screams pokémon,' He thought, 'This must be a dream,'

On his eyes was the morning crust, so he tried to wipe them off.

The sight of his arms leads him to stop.

'Hold on, why are my arms so small?' He was more confused than shocked, 'If that's the case,'

With a heave, he shifted his body towards the side of the bed. Once he did, something flashed within his mind.

His arms held his head, contrary to the pain he was feeling.

Memories sprang into action, some minimal, some worthwhile. However, one stood out.

"My death?" It was accidental that he spoke, although the child-like voice that he heard weirded him out even more.

'So, I'm dead? No wonder,' His eyes gazed around the room again.

Soon, more memories arrived, and they were not of his past life.

These were from something new.

'So I'm in a kid... That does not sound right,' He thought, 'in the world of pokémon? Weird,'

He plopped down onto the floor, 'And this kid, or my new name is...'

'Bob?' Bob scrunched up his face with confusion, 'I was expecting something more, but I got Bob,'

This meant that he did not need to use his last name, but he did miss it a bit.

'I would be sad that I died and won't be able to see the old world again, but because of my situation, I am glad,' He looked at the memories again.

'So apparently, I am 10 years old, and have an important task today,' Bob thought, 'to help the professor of New Bark Town? So I'm in Johto? I won't complain,'

Truthfully, Bob was a fan of pokémon, so he somewhat knew what was going on.

'That gets me thinking something I would never have thought to think,' He walked around the room, looking for clothes, 'Am I in the anime, or even the games? Perhaps I'll find out,'

It did not take long for Bob to find clothes.

"Hmm," He thought, stroking his chin with an exaggerated expression, 'these clothes look familiar. Too familiar,'

The scheme on the said clothing was gold and black.

Despite this, he fitted them on, getting used to the fact that he was wearing smaller clothes.

A hat was held in his hand.

'No one will know,' He thought, placing the cap on his head, though he never sled it around to face backwards, 'I'm probably sinning here,'

After he was done, he gripped the door handle and pulled it open, revealing a walkway.

'At least it doesn't just put me downstairs,' He thought, his shoes tapping against the floor, 'Wait, that reminds me, the parents!'

Bob paused his walk for a moment. The memories never really gave what the child acted like.

So he had to pray that they didn't notice their kid getting possessed.

'I wonder if the dad will exist,' He thought, walking down the stairs, 'At least I can have two parents like in my previous life,'

The floor below was an average house. A kitchen, living room, and dining room? Better this than what transpires in the games.

He strolled into the living room, and sitting on the couch, was the mother.

She was watching a program on the big television. Something about pokémon battles, which took Bob off guard.

"Oh, you're up, honey," She said, looking at Bob with a smile, "you just missed this battle,"

'This woman's no Nord,' He thought, looking around, 'but the father probably went to get milk in the afterlife,'

"However," She said, 'you have to help professor Elm, right?'

A breath went in through Bob's nose. However he responded now is a risk.

"Yes, Mum," He was able to say, almost losing control.

"Well, please be careful," His mother said, her eyebrows narrowing, "If you get hurt, return right home, okay mister?"

Bob nodded.

Her gaze softened, "Alright then, you should be

off now,"

She looked back to the screen, while Bob walked slowly to the front door.

'That was a piece of cake,' He thought, turning the knob, 'now, to the lab,'

The door was pushed open, and the morning sun attacked Bob again.

He did not expect the place to be so large, as there was a road in front of him, mixed in with a row of houses in front of him and on his left and right.

Far to the left, he saw a huge body of water, which he did expect.

'Why did I expect this to be the scale of the games?' Bob thought, taking a right and walking, 'The Professor's lab should be this way,'

The walk was rather peaceful as Bob strolled past people and pokémon alike minding their own business.

'I may get a chance to choose a pokémon,' He thought, seeing the lab not too far away, 'Since it's Johto, I know who to choose,'

Once he reached it, Bob took a breath.

'Okay, it's Professor Elm, not Oak, must not forget that,' He thought, walking into the building.

He was taken aback by the scientific things in front of him, but it didn't scare him for long.

There were a few workers, standing around and typing on the computers.

Even with all these people, Elm was easy to spot.

His hair and glasses were surprisingly easy for Bob to find. He was looking at a few notes from a clipboard he held in his hands.

At this, he walked up to him, and Professor Elm looked up.

"Finally, I'm glad you're helping me," He said, rather fast, "I need you to pick something up for

me,"

'So there are a few differences? Alright,' Bob thought, nodding his head.

"I have a package ordered from Professor Oak, however through miscommunication, it found its way to the pokémart in Cherrygrove city, hehe," He awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his head with a hand, "but before you go, you must take a pokémon for protection. Don't want your mother to worry,"

Professor Elm turned to the table next to the them. Three pokéballs sat comfortably without a care in the world.

"These three pokémon are up to your choosing, Bob," Elm said, "pick wisely,"

Now, Bob had to choose, but he already made a choice.

He never wasted time, as he walked over to the table, and reached out to the pokéball on the left.

"I'll choose this one," Bob said, trying to sound like a kid.

"An interesting choice," Elm spoke, "but it has become your starter,"

Bob decided to throw the pokéball, lobbing it.

It snapped open and a fuzzy white flash appeared, which formed into a pokémon on the table.

"Cyndaquil!" It squealed, looking at Bob with its closed eyes.

'Hold on, is it supposed to say its name or make another sound?' Bob thought, staring at it, 'that does not matter, I'm looking at a pokémon,'

He was right. Even if he was okay with transporting to another world, he could still not get over the fact that he could see and look at a pokémon, and even touch them.

So, he slowly raised his hand near to Cyndaquil's face.

It looked at it curiously, then squeaked in happiness as it placed Bob's hand on its head.

A smirk came from Bob as he rubbed it.

"Seems like he took a liking to you," Professor Elm stated, "do you want to give it a nickname?"

'A nickname?' Bob thought, 'I don't really have one now,'

His answer was a shake of the head.

"I'll leave you now, come talk to me once you get my delivery," Elm said, focusing his attention on something else.

Bob didn't mind, it was less effort in trying to sound like he was ten.

He played the pokéball still in his hand and pressed it against Cyndaquil's head. This made it return back into the ball with a satisfying click.

'Now that I have an objective,' He thought, placing the pokéball in one of his pockets, 'I will go do it,'

With a breath, Bob walked out of the lab.

As he went down the road at a good pace, he remembered something.

This was going to be a lot harder.