Chapter 7 - My SI Stash #7 - Yknow Nothing Jon Snow! by Umodin (Pokemon) (2/2)

Healer? Doesn't he mean a doctor- what the f_u_c_k? This guy just- he just yawned out a yellow blob that slowly floated towards me. I tried to scurry away, but the blob, while slow, was still faster than I was, and slapped me in the face.

I was weak. I was hurt. And all of a sudden, I was just tired. So, so tired…

With a yawn my eyes closed, and I felt myself drift off.

.

This time, when I awoke I was in an environment I could understand. The sanitized smell and white wash color of a hospital may not have been especially familiar to me, but I could understand it. Waking up on a beach, that must have been a dream.

…I am both happy and sad about that. Happy, because I was able to continue with my life. Sad, because I once dreamed about being in the world of Pokémon. I mean, who didn't want to live there? Pokémon was the first game I'd ever played; it was near and dear to my heart. When I was younger, I would dream about Pokémon all the time, hoping beyond reason to become a trainer. I had been past ten at that point, which meant I would have been able to go on my Journey.

Ah well, life's life. At least I've got my… health? Experimentally, I tried to lift my leg, only to see a great big cast on it.

Well, that s_u_c_k_e_d, though not as badly as it could've. Cast or no cast, I could feel my leg. It didn't look like I was going to be in a wheel-chair for the rest of my life. A few months of uncomfortableness along with a helping of rehab and I'd be back to the grind. Probably. Maybe.

Hopefully.

Hold up, how long have I been asleep?

I looked around the room. There was no calendar, nor was there a clock. My bed was more like a long chair. Next to it was a button, with the symbol of a nurse printed on it. I pressed it; a buzz echoed from the hall. I stared at the door to my room, waiting.

My wait was short. The door opened, and an attractive woman walked in. She had bright pink hair, deep blues eyes, fine pale skin and wore a stereotypical nurse's outfit, the kind that could be confused with a s_e_xy-nurse Halloween costume if it were a little tighter. On her obviously dyed hair was even a cap, with a bright red cross on it. I almost laughed.

Instead of laughing, I settled for a simple greeting. ”Hello.”

Wait… My- voice…?

”My goodness!” Her eyes were wide, her mouth ajar. What was up with my voice? ”I expected you to be asleep for another few days at the very least! Slowking must have used a Heal Pulse on you before bring you over.”

…Slowking?

”Chansey and I were ever so worried,” she continued, casually ignoring my shock. ”This is a Pokémon Center for a reason, not a hospital. It's a rare day when anybody comes in with wounds like yours, human and Pokémon alike. This Center is away from most gyms and not many strong Pokémon come to this island. Honestly, you're quite lucky. Being unconscious for only a few days is better than what could have happened.”

…Chansey? Pokémon? Pokémon Center? Gyms? I was unconscious?

”What the f_u_c_k is going on?!”

”Language!” The woman whose name I was beginning to suspect might rhyme with toy scolded.

”You're far too young to use words like that. What have your parents taught you?”

”Nothing, seeing as I'm an orphan,” was my quick response. I've had that reply lined up since I was ten and served my first detention. It's served me well. And what did she mean I was too young to curse? I'm eighteen, damnit. I'm an a_d_u_l_t!

Her demeaner shifted in an instant. Gone was the scolding, indignant woman and instead she became this puddle of sad. She was tearing up, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief that she hadn't had before. Where the hell did that come from?

”Oh, I'm so sorry.” She's crying now. Big, fat honking tears. I don't know how to deal with this. As the stereotypical white girl would say, I can't even. ”Of course, you'd speak so crudely! No parents…”

Well, isn't that just rude?

Whatever. I don't have the inclination to care about her rudeness right now. Why the hell was she talking about Pokémon as if they existed. Where was I? Why did I sound like such a squeaker?

I also needed to pee.

”Can I go to the bathroom?” Maybe I could look at a mirror then, see how bad the damage really was.

”Yes, yes of course you can.” She pulled a sphere out from her robe, a ball with a red top and a red bottom. It split in half in a flash of silver light, and then a pink blob with an egg in a sack stood in the room.

My-Wha-Who-Huh!? That wasn't- That- HOW THE F_U_C_K?!

”Chansey, be a dear and take this young man to the restroom.” The nurse said. She paused for a moment, and as if it were an afterthought continued. ”Be mindful of his legs.”

”Chansey- Chan!”

The blobs black eyes turned a pale blue, and I was lifted out of my bed and floated out of the room

. The blob-Chansey walked out of the room at a sedate pace, my flailing and floating form psychically made to follow. It stopped at a bathroom, opened the door and sent me inside, sitting me on a toilet and forcefully dropped a diaper that I most definitely hadn't been wearing previously down my legs, resting against the base of my cast. It left the room then and closed the door. I could see its shadow though, from beneath the frame. It wasn't leaving.

I only kind of had to go to the bathroom. Really, it was just a little trickle. But I couldn't even get that out. Not when I looked at the mirror stood just in front of the toilet I was sat on. I know that I was looking at myself but…

This wasn't me.

My long brown hair was now crimson and shaggily cropped. My hazel-blue eyes were now purely yellow and amberish, almost hawk-like. The scars on my body were gone, all except the one just over my left eye, jutting diagonally through my eyebrow. Speaking of my body, it was now tan and stocky, as opposed to my pasty pale normality that was beginning to grow a gut. I looked like one of those pretty boys I'd seen some classmates gush about, with higher cheekbones, dimples and naturally straight white teeth.

And I was definitely not eighteen. I looked nine.

What the hell happened? This wasn't a lucid dream, I'd had one of those before. It was too real, everything had a scent and a feeling, that Chansey was too animated. Too alive. The woman who took care of me wasn't just any woman, she was a damned Nurse Joy.

Impossible as it may be… I think this is real. Somehow, someway, I was in the world of Pokémon.

…I have no explanation. Nobody could have one. I guess my prayer was heard by somebody, I was allowed to live; just not on Earth. For the first time in a long time, I – Jon Snow – knew nothing.

The irony of that phrase is not lost on me.

But where was I? Nurse Joy's were everywhere according to the anime. And in the games they were only located in select cities and towns. If I were in one of these cities, it would need to be on an island. She specifically said it was an island. Let's see… Cinnabar Island, the Whirl Islands, the Seafoam Islands… I can't think of anything else-

…

Oh, right. I'm an idiot. I started this new existence by having a conversation with a talking Slowking

. There was only one place that had one of those; Shamouti Island, setting of the second

Pokémon movie: The Power of One. It was my favorite movie of the Pokémon franchise, and more than that, it was among my favorite animated movies of all time. Only one of them, though; nothing beat the Lion King, and nothing from Japan could top Spirited Away. But The Power of One was my number three!

There was a good reason that I loved The Power of One. My favorite Pokémon were Flying types, and the focus of this movie was four legendary Flying Pokémon: Moltres, Zapdos, Articuno and Lugia. It was great and amazing and all the feels. That movie let me see them at their best, which also just happened to be their worst since they nearly started a global storm that could be considered apocalyptic. Still though, best battle royale in all of Pokémon.

Flying types were the shit. My favorite playthrough of Pokémon Blue was when I started with a

Charmander and made the whole of my team consist of only Flyers. My main team consisted of Charizard, Aerodactyl, Pidgeot, Dragonite, Zapdos and Articuno. I would have used Moltres, but Charizard was already a Fire type and I needed the diversity on my roster.

…Now that I thought about it, this was damn perfect. I could be a Pokémon trainer. I knew where a hell of a lot of Pokémon were from the anime, movies and games. I would be able to see the world on the back of a Pokémon, just like I had dreamt when I was a kid, soaring with one of my Flying types.

I would miss Ellie. She did right by me, and now she was probably devastated. I was dead on Earth, dead or missing. But there was nothing I could do about it; this was my second chance and there was no way I would be lucky enough to get a third chance.

No, I would make do with what I was given.

I was going to fulfil my childhood dream and be just like my character in Pokémon Blue: Assfart. Don't judge me, I was, like, nine when I made that character.

Wait, was that why I was nine now?

Whatever. Goal established.

I would become a Flying Pokémon Master.

Jon Snow – Male

Date: Dec 29

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There we go, the first chapter of my reworked Y'know Nothing Jon Snow! Some of you might be wondering why I did this, and the simple answer is that this was one of my first Fanfictions, and while looking at it from the perspective of a better author is interesting, the simple fact of the matter is that I'm a better writer. I don't like looking at my old works and just think ”Oh, look how much better I've become.” I prefer looking at my old works and thinking ”Let's see how much better I can do with this.”

The over-all pace of the story isn't going to change, the events that you're all familiar with will be the same, but now they will be written by a better, more m_a_t_u_r_e author. Plots will make more sense, details expanded upon, characters given a better opportunity, the works. Though the story itself won't necessarily be meant for the m_a_t_u_r_e, that isn't going to change.

Also, if anybody's curious, the move Slowking used on Jon to make him fall asleep was Yawn.

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