Chapter 2

I've played enough Pokemon games to immediately understand someone out there was fucking with me. Five was the amount given to any starting trainer in every game as of generation three.

I was about to swing the back up on my backpack back on and try and come up with a plan of action when a guttural chirp of pain resounded through the area from where the stone went flying.

I heard the beating of wing, a loud sound of outrage and turned to find a god damn freaking bird flying at me and its face was fucking glowing!

It was so damn fast I only had time to roll slightly out of the way before it skewered me. I hissed, pain flaring at my ribs, it hadn't completely missed me.

Whirling around to face my attacker, I froze in shock. Because beating its wings to stay afloat in the air a good dozen or so feet away was a god damn Pidgey. The cream underbelly, pink beak, brown over feathers. I'd recognize one of them easy with how many of them I've caught over the course of my pokemon gaming career.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I whispered.

Its wings began to glow. That wasn't a good thing. I thought fast and furiously, there were a ton of moves that flying pokemon used with their wings that caused them to glow. That could be Wing Attack or hells even Steel wing. I definitely didn't want to get hit by a Steel Wing. I'd seen tiny little Fletchling obliterate large boulders in the anime with that move. If that thing hit me I was a dead man.

But god damnit a familiar pounding began to round in my head, blood flowing hotly and as always I could never take a slight lying down and my temper always got the better of me.

"I dare you to fucking try that again you little piece of shit!" I shouted at it angrily. I was so done with this shit. "I'm gonna fucking beat you down and cook you over a camp fire you stupid little bitch!"

The Pidgey let out an outraged squawk at that. With a beat of its wings, a powerful gust of wind was blew out harshly behind it and the little bird shot down at me like a bullet.

I as too angry to be afraid though.

I waited.

It took less than two seconds for it to close to distance.

But it had to turn to hit me, otherwise it would just be a full on body tackle and my body weight would let me win the day, even if I was a runty twelve year old again.

So when it turned, I took my chance.

I punched that god damn bitch of a bird in the face as hard as I could.

It chirped loudly in pain threw back into the dirt with all the force I could muster in my fist and never before was I more glad that I'd only recently got kicked out of my kick boxing classes for being too rough at twelve.

It landed on its back making an odd squealing noise of pain and my damn hand felt like somebody took a freaking metal baseball bat to it.

Call it instinct I suppose but the minute that bird hit the dirt, I wasn't idle. The pokeball in my other hand left it in a flash and before the bird could get to its feet, the sphere hit it straight in the chest and to my utter awe and astonishment, I watched as the bird was sucked inside of the damn thing in a burst of red light.

I panted deeply staring at the ball. It began to blink red and roll around. One blink, two and then I let out a deep breath as it pinged loudly just the way the anime did to signify a capture.

I collapsed on my ass then, "Oh my fucking god!" I laughed loudly and outrageously, "This shit is so fucking retarded!"

Either I was freaking dreaming or somehow I've been de-aged and thrown into the pokemon world. This is some trippy shit man.

It was then I remembered I had a pokedex app. Reaching in to my jeans I grabbed my phone before booting up the pokedex app. It looked really no different than the pokedex you saw on the official pokemon website, you know the one with the card game and news of upcoming events and shit? Except, there in the corner was a little button that said scan.

I pressed it.

"No pokemon in view of capture lens." A monotone voice said.

I blinked for a moment before realizing I had the camera lens pointed at the ground. I got up on shaky feet before making my way towards my newly captured Pidgey's pokeball and picking it up. I aimed the lens at the pokeball and hit scan again.

"Pidgey, the Tiny Bird Pokemon. Pidgey is a Flying Pokémon, Pidgey's Gustpower creates tornadoes. Gender: Male, Height: 1'03 – Attacks Known: Gust, Sand Attack, Quick Attack, Peck, Wing Attack." My phone turned pokedex informed me.

Holy crap.

Wait, why didn't it use Quick Attack on me? I I mean, I saw it use a small gust to propel itself forward and that was one awesome tactic in itself I'd need to keep that in mind, but if it used Quick Attack there's no way I would have been fast enough to punch it.

Was this just a case of it- him not taking me seriously? Granted now that I think about it, in the anime rarely did any human think to hit a pokemon back, only Ash and the like ever done that.

Either way, I did confirm one thing at least. Well, if this wasn't some dream or delusion at least. I'm not in the game-verse, I'm in the anime one. Pidgey in the games didn't learn Wing Attack till like level 30 ods. And I seriously doubt that if this were the game a level 30 ods Pidgey would be sitting in Route 1.

Not to mention, Pidgey didn't even learn freaking Peck in the games. Only in a few of its card versions.

I shook my head. Delusion or not, no time to panic or over think. I need to find somewhere I can stay and get some food. Didn't Pokemon Centres give free food and lodging to trainers? Viridian's my first stop then, and from there I'll need to find a way to get my hands on some cash quick style.

...And maybe teach this Pidgey how to use Steel Wing. Thanks to watching Ash train Pikachu, I have a good idea how to do that so that would be my best bet if I decide to take on Gyms...maybe. I wonder if my idea that league trainers make a shit ton of cash has any merit to it?