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<p> Waking up in a Pokemon world is any 10-year-olds dream...Not so much for a 28-year-old. Don't get me wrong, I love the Pokemon games and even still play the new ones occasionally. But it is not like it is my life now. I mean, I grew up and moved on to other things...like hot girls in anime, not 10-year-old girls - Thank God for that! Pokemon has always had a special place in my heart. It was the first game I played with my dad back in the 90's. He on his original Gameboy playing Blue and me on my Gameboy Color playing red. We collected the cards together and he even took me to the pokemon convention twice...God, I miss my dad... </p> <p> No one wants to hear about my boring, poor college boy past, so I will summarise for you quickly. I was a normal college student, from a normal middle-class family, with normal girlfriends and friends. Not protagonist material at all! </p> <p> Now onto what you will care to know. When I woke up, I was a baby in a Pokemon filled world, and with all my past memories! But this world was only vaguely like the one from the manga or anime...it was much more...real. Like if someone took pokemon and smashed it together with reality until it created something that made sense. The oddest part of all was my new parents. </p> <p> When I opened my eyes next after my death, I was starring up at two giants. One with long flowing purple hair done in a beautiful braid down past her waist and startling sapphire blue eyes. She wore a hospital gown and laid on a bed holding me tightly to her bountiful chest. She gazed at me with a huge teary-eyed smile. I could see love and affection radiate off of her. Next to her, leaning over the bed to look at me with equal parts elation and wonder, was a tall athletically built man. He had cyan blue hair styled in a 90's era parted bowl cut, emerald green eyes, and wore a light yellow dress-shirt with beige pants and a black belt. Nearby on the bed was a giant cat...no, not a cat... is that a? No... It can't be... </p> <p> "Cute Kid." The Persian says with a lazy yawn before lifting its two massive legs onto the bed and licking the woman's tears from her cheek while nuzzling her face. </p> <p> "James...we did it. We finally got the best prise we could have ever wanted. No stealing required." The woman....my mother?...says softly taking and kissing the hand of the man above me while still holding me with the other arm. </p> <p> Um...excuse me, is that fucking Jessie from Team Rocket!?! </p> <p> James, like, as in, the bumbling idiot from the Pokemon anime, leans over further to kiss Jessie's head and says, "Indeed we did, my love. I am so proud of you. Our finest creation. My son. Welcome to the world Finn Cambridge." </p> <p> So yeah... That is how I was born into an unsettlingly realistic Pokemon world as the son of Jessie and James from Team Rocket. Oh, what Joy. </p> <p> A/N - Hey yall! I figured I have already dived into the Harry Potter fandom, why not take a stab a the Pokemon one while I was at it. Hope you all enjoy this - No schedule just writing as a feel like it. </p> <p> I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com </p>
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