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I'm a Pokemon!

Rossman Cowell a 34 year old office worker dies after trying to save his pet dog Dobby, he find himself in a golden room, rolling a wheel that chooses his fate, he was sent to the world of Pokemon as a..................Pokemon.......sus. Lets watch Ross become the greatest pokemon in existence! (I own nothing other than my Ross the mc...also he's going to be kinda weak at the same time not....)

Daoof30Forced · 漫画同人
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32 Chs

Emotional Damage!

[1st P.O.V.]

~Celestic Town~

"I, Cynthia, the Pokémon League Champion of the Sinnoh region, accept your proposal."

Watching her grip the bucket and spoon that was inside, I knew for a fact part of this was fake.

She could never be a Champion with a limited mindset of this radius, but for the time being, I'll keep my end of the deal.

I looked at Maki and Dobby, who materialized out of the tome of red lights, and Garchomp who was pointing at Cynthia with an angry expression.

"So how was the trip, had fun?" I spoke while patting Dobby and hugging Maki, she did grow on me.

"We looked at some other Pokémon fights, though we can defeat most of them pretty easily."

Maki spoke with a bright expression, most likely stressed beforehand due to my outburst about 'Your Weak' speech.

'So you truly lose your shy side when talking about fighting!' I thought while she rambled on and on about the battles.

Dobby backed her up with head nods and 'Yesses' since he couldn't speak fluently yet.

"Even if you could beat most of them, you shouldn't be proud." Her excited face broke into a blush, as she realized she was talking to me without taking a breath.

After understanding the meaning of my words they both nodded, "Being strong means you have a say, if you're not the strongest that means you have a limit of what you can say."

"We want to be the strongest, not just 'Strong'. It wouldn't fit with me at least." We looked at Cynthia and Garchomp.

They were still quarrelling, with Cynthia speaking in an incoherent language due to her mouth being full.

And her Garchomp pointed at her going "Gar" in continuous a manner, with unhidden anger and embarrassment.

"I'm going to get the equipment and stuff, so give me a day or so." She nodded fervently, I decided to add even more wood to the fire.

"I'll make some ice cream for the journey as well." Garchomp looked at me with a shocked face. As if saying 'You're encouraging this type of behaviour?'.

I ran out of the room with Dobby and Maki in hand, towards the Lab where they were examining some ancient texts.

"How is the research going?" I asked Caroline who stood next to me with a telescope, looking at a mural.

She glanced at me moving her head slightly, "It's going better than I expected, even with the little information you gave seemed to have some connection with one of the Lake Gods."

"Great, well I think we might be leaving in a day or two, it seems you couldn't get the Abra yet?"

"I sent a subordinate to get one, but if you're gone how am I supposed to get the Pokémon to you?"

Raising my arm another Portable PC appeared, I placed it on the table next to her and left some instructions on a paper next to it.

"I need to start preparing." I walked out of the lab, making my way to the first room I was awakened in when I came here.

Opening the door, Maki and Dobby walked in behind me, to see something akin to a garage of sorts.

"Don't touch anything else, some unforeseen circumstances may occur." Nodding their heads I began packing different types of Pokeballs.

The PC wasn't only made for storing Pokémon, it can also store furniture, appliances and many other things.

Though Pokémon are the main use for it, "What can we help with?" I glanced at Maki, then pointed my finger at a stack of books.

"Bring those for me, please." She got up and began to bring the stack of books around my height.

Typing away on the PC I placed my hand on the stack, only for it to disappear as if it was teleported.

"Wow, what was that Star!" Maki looked at me with stars in her eyes, it seemed she kept her childishness to a minimum.

"If I am in contact with something, the PC uses myself as the medium, in simpler terms, I am the cord that connects it to the current."

The books were all about martial arts, somewhere even authored by trainers of Pokémon such as Throh and Sawk.

Dobby hopped off the couch, and jumped onto my shoulder, smothering me in licks and what I think are kisses.

"Since you two have been with her longer, what do you think about Cynthia?" I knew the random question made them confused but they answered nevertheless.

"She didn't do anything drastic during the competition, she only fought in an exhibition match, though she completely wiped out her opponent's team."

"She rarely shows the emotion she showed when we were in the meeting room a while ago as well."

I put my hand to my chin, I knew she was holding herself back in some way or form.

It could be her lack of intimacy or her lust for a proper battle in such a long time, she hasn't fought a single person that could give her a sweat.

'So she only acts like that around her grandma or ice cream. Champions are a bunch of weirdos in their own right.'

I let that thought slip to the back of my mind and continued packing for the time being,

Moving like an abnormal human and using the typical speed they move at gave me a sense of nostalgia, Since I came to this world II used the maximum of my bodily features.

Only using human capabilities, we took the rest of the day packing away some stuff on the PC.

Its storage size was that of a large house, so all the Pokeballs would fit and such in different rooms.

I made the Ice Cream later on as I didn't want Cynthia saying she wanted a sample then eating out all.

Causing not only her Garchomp but Dobby to bark at her and Caroline to throw pot spoons at her like a Gatling gun, as she fled for her life.

I didn't need sleep so I continued rehearsing the style that I learned, to incorporate them into my fighting style.

Which was frantic and unnatural, I moved around like that one samurai from that anime Samurai Champloo.

So I wanted to combine them together then incorporate them into something like how Yujiro Hanma did.

I did that on route 210 for the rest of the night. I also tried to use my Hidden Ability once in a while.

Getting used to overwhelming rage isn't the best feeling, but the level of control I have would prevent me from going berserk once I'm not stimulated too much.

My body proportion increases at a steady pace until I lose control, which is when I promptly force everything back to my sane self.

I also learned how to make proper food, as in my previous life I ate ramen for a while due to...reasons

Created Pokeballs after stealing some, I mean it's free real estate, I modified different kinds, though I'll have to gather some more from the journey we'll embark on.

Deciding it was time to head back, I phased through the Route like a ghost reappearing in the lab.

Maki and Dobby were sleeping on top of each other, while the PC was beeping, to show it was on.

I dematerialized next to it and began typing at remarkable speeds. I was even creating after images, which didn't affect the keyboard at all.

I learned another useful thing, this world's physics is fucked to the marrow. The bag which contained Dobby and Maki was completely fine.

According to Carolina, the bag itself didn't have any noticeable differences from that of a normal handbag.

Even the sweets, berries and goodies that were in the bag were completely fine as if they were newly bought.

I took that logic for a test run, I jumped from Route 210, my test site for destruction, towards a mountain, strapped over my shoulder was that same bag.

After the whole trial, the bag had nothing substantially different, other than dirt when I landed.

Then it got me thinking if Ash Plot Armour wasn't as much as I thought if the physics in this world was this fucked up.

Then that could explain him getting hit by a bunch of Pokémon that could destroy towns and cities and surviving in the direct middle of the collision.

Added to the fact Cynthia flies on a Garchomp that goes as fast as a fighter jet, makes my theory seem legit.

"Ash started his Journey a while ago, not that long but he should have gotten Pikachu and eternal youth from Ho-Oh by now."

I continued typing, only to feel a soft hand on my shoulder, on my next shoulder a furry tail covered it.

Looking up I saw Carolina looking at me with a complicated gaze, confusing the shit out of me.

On my lap was a sleepwalking Dobby, who was trying to dig into my legs. I patted his head as he slowly calmed down.

I looked up at Carolina with a bewildered gaze. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright." She whispered in a manner that only I could hear.

The answer she gave me made minimal sense and I knew something was going on, as she turned around I grabbed her wrist.

Activating my spiritual form on my upper body, solely changing my legs, so Dobby wouldn't wake up as he slowly descended on the chair.

Holding her in a princess carry I sprinted out of the lab onto the bridge, and due to my speed, we reached there instantly in her perception.

Dropping her on the bridge, I leaned on the rail, "So what did you want to talk about this late at night, can't you be in love with me?"

I popped a joke only to cringe the very next second, her face had a serious look but the tinge of blush was still there.

'There is no way right, I swear if...', I was cursing myself internally looking at her dead in the eyes.

"We've only met for two months and I don't like to keep shit bottles up neither go roundabout ways."

We both sighed, her out of obvious frustration and myself out of how this whole interaction turned out.

She looked at me, seeing the nonchalant look, she sighed again this time in denial, "So that's a no, well I tried."

She shrugged, and her personality went back to normal, I glanced at her for a second.

"Why?" I asked a simple question, which in turn caused a myriad of emotions to form on her face.

"I'm not going to explain, there is just too much." She leaned up next to me on the railing,

Pulling a cigarette out of it, I raised my brow to that, in the anime she was glossed upon like most characters.

Even Cynthia was glossed upon, more or less the only reason they were shown was for the viewers to know the existence and for Ash's character development.

"Too much you say, I guess you were spying on me?" I looked at the way she was moving.

Her eyes were lacking their normal lustre or hunger, the hunger for more knowledge was gone.

"What's wrong, no I should ask how long you have huh." She leaned even more over the railing, looking at the flowing river.

"7 years, with medication, 3 without." I nodded, this reminded me of something similar, but I'll not bring back bad memories.

"So you wanted to let your frustration out on someone, and since I'm so knowledgeable you picked me."

She just kept her eyes on the flowing water, "I'll take that as a yes, and I guess you were never going to tell Cynthia."

Her lips quivered a little, I just watched on as she took another puff out of her cigarette.

"Who do you love, you're acting like a kid caught red-handed you know. Something an old hag like you shouldn't have in your arsenal of love tactics."

Sighing for another time I digress, we stayed in silence for a while, she eventually threw her cigarette into the river.

Then looked at me with teary eyes, something that she shouldn't have the ability to do in her old age.

'Cyrus her, I wonder how my brain deducted all of this information in this short period of time with her'.

I promised myself even in this situation due to my remarkably huge brain, after all, I'm on that 'Sigma Grindset'.

The wind blew across the bridge, causing her hair to flail around, and her tears to unify with the wind, causing her mild makeup to ruin her face.

Even if she was an old hag, I didn't have sufficient abilities to deal with the situations.

Even in my previous life, I rejected who came to be my wife 2 times due to misunderstanding, but I knew she held feelings for me.

I also knew why she was acting this way, her true love was without a doubt Cyrus, but she most likely found out his true plan.

Adding her sickness, which is most likely lung cancer due to her smoking in secret, information that if released would be devastating.

Giving Cynthia a reason to retire as the Pokémon League Champion, living her life for the sole purpose of finding a cure for someone she considers her mother.

Adding all of these outcomes into the equation, she needed an outlet to release all her frustration.

Her long time lover now akin to something of the world's number one criminal would set her sight on someone to transfer those unanswered feelings to.

Which unfortunately was me, the chiselled as fuck 'Star Platinum'. I helped her with something that might have taken the entirety of her life to decipher.

I work in a field or excel in a field that she studies in. I helped her 'daughter' resolve her mental issues somewhat.

The stress now coming into play aided in her decision of wanting to 'Love' me, but in reality, she just wanted a way to vent.

She kept staring at me with teary eyes, only to bow at a ninety-degree angle, I clicked my tongue in mild annoyance.

Strong women were meant to be strong, if any other woman was in her situation might have killed themselves already.

So for her to only need an outlet, is a great presentation of will. "I understand what you're going through, so breathe for a second yeah."

With no response, anyone else would have thought she was ignoring him, but he could hear with his enhanced senses her breathing slowing down.

"Now walk to me, as comfortably as possible for you." I made a hand gesture to come.

She breathed in one large breath and walked towards me uncharacteristically slowly.

I opened my arms as hers slithered their way around my waist, she tightened her grip, with her head on my chest.

Covering her upper body with my arms, completely overshadowing her, we stood like that for a while.

Until I heard a snore, I smirked only for it to disappear, and rage-filled me. Due to this whole situation, my journey might be cut short from starting.

I sighed again, more than I have in the last year, carrying her in a princess carry once again, I dropped her off in her room.

Tucking her in, leaving right after into my own, picking up Dobby off the chair, leaving a puddle of drool.

We hopped in bed with Maki, he sat on her face only to suffocate her into waking up.

I giggled softly in spiritual form, then pretended to sleep. Leaving the two to whisper diss each other...

AN: Sus chapter I know, also poles going to open around chapter 30. And new fic going to drop due to a huge reveal, Joy Boy...if you know you know.

Sus Chapter ngl, also voting poles will open at chapter 30.

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