Chapter 311 - My SI Stash #11 - Journey of A Visitor by UncrowdedKingofAsh (Pokemon) (1/2)

-Recently uploaded SI Pokemon fic~ Pretty glad to see more of these as they are kind of rare. Eevee as our MC's starter, so here's to hoping we get a Sylveon, the best eeveelution there is!

Synopsis: SI gets sent to the Pokemon world. What's the worst that could happen? Well, off the top of my head, getting inter-dimensionally kidnapped by a literal god, getting chased by every poison type under the sun, everyone's mother hating you for some reason, and a prude of a starter that won't even let me curse! My dreams of becoming Champion of Sinnoh die a little more each day.Rated: MWords: 18KPosted on: fanfiction.net/s/13599958/1/Journey-of-A-Visitor (UncrowdedKingofAsh)

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Chapter 1

As a kid, I always wanted to become a Pokemon Trainer. Get a Piplup, Catch a Riolu and train a Lucario to absolutely decimate Sinnoh, and end up as its champion. Sinnoh was my favorite region, in the games and in the anime, so it'd have to be there if anywhere.

Now that I was in the middle of my teenage years, my dreams of becoming Champion had died away when I became cognitive enough to realize that things in games and cartoons aren't real. But out of all my crushed dreams, Pokemon was the one I stuck with because it was still hella fun; no matter how watered-down the difficulty had become.

Why am I reminiscing so much? Well, you end up isekai'd and stranded in a forest the second you walk outside your house, you end up feeling a bit nostalgic, alright?

I had packed up for a camping trip with my friends, some of which were going to end up moving out of the area, so this was treated as one last hoorah, and a chance to get shitfaced and maybe pity-laid for the rest of them. Me? I was just going to get shitfaced and hang around the people who were going to inevitably get even drunker than I was so I can egg them into doing some dumb shit.

So, imagine my surprise when the second I stepped out the door, I was suddenly in a forest surrounded by buzzing bugs and chirping birds.

So, which Slasher movie villain can do that?!

I blinked, and quickly turned behind me, where the door to my house used to be. Instead, I saw the rest of the clearing behind me, with weird-looking berry bushes.

Now, in my nerd brain, I only had two possible explanations. I either discovered the ability to fast travel, or I am living out the fantasy of every otaku, and have been inter-dimensionally kidnapped into a world where cool shit exists.

This is either amazing or going to end up killing me, isn't it?

I began to scan the area, hoping to find the tutorial NPC for this place, when a loud buzzing broke through my concentration.

A buzzing that was progressively getting louder.

Using the power of my bloodline, I ran the hell away and into the trees. And away from the completely unmuffled noise from the insects whose size I never wanted to find out.

As I ran from them, I heard them f_u_c_k_i_n_g speak!

”Bee...”

”...Drill?”

Many questions were both answered and raised at that moment. I was in the world of Pokemon! Being chased by a Poison-type with arms that could probably pierce through a car! Man am I glad I'm not a f_u_c_k_i_n_g idiot.

Though, how and why can the literal insects sing-song their names in a way that absolutely terrifies me? As well as still follow me through this dense-ass forest when I've been getting bitch slapped by almost every branch I've come across?!

Then, to top off my misery, I end up tripping in a fashion so unimaginably exaggerated that I end up sprawling into the dirt. F_u_c_k you too, forest.

With potentially murderous Beedrill hot on my trail while I was still smarting from my impromptu flight, I noticed something I could've run past without ever noticing.

A shrub that looked like it took steroids. It was absolutely massive and big enough to hide my body, and hopefully scent as well if the scent of wildflowers was anything to go by.

When I imagined adventuring through the Pokemon world, army crawling into the shrubbery to escape impalement from one of the weakest Pokemon types was not what I had in mind.

When I ended up underneath it, that sweet smell multiplied tenfold, making me gag. I was never big on sweets, and this was way sweeter than frosting.

Ignoring my bitching, I dragged myself completely underneath the plant so some stray limb didn't stick out and alert my pursuers. I guess all the retconning I did in movies was worth it.

”Vee?” I turn my head in time to gaze into an Eevee's amber eyes. My eyes scan the place I barged into. I identified a pile of half-eaten berries on the ground where the smell was strongest and the fact that this entire bush was elevated to accommodate the width of my body and the height of this Pokemon.

Great, I just broke into a Pokemon's house. Really living up to the standards of a champion.

”Sorry, some Beedrill are after me, I'll get out of your... fur.” It f_u_c_k_i_n_g nodded. God, talking to animals that understand you is weird! Well, when in Rome...

Before I could even twitch, a very spear-like appendage stabbed through the leaves covering the Pokemon and I. It went flying up with it, chuckling its name as a second one aimed its spear-hands at me. Why would it-

”F_u_c_kf_u_c_kf_u_c_kf_u_c_kf_u_c_k-” Without thinking I rolled away from the spot that was now riddled with Poison Stings, scooped up the Eevee who I had inadvertently rendered homeless into my arms, and ran like the wind. With the stunned buzzing fading away behind me, they weren't expecting me to go from belly down to Usain Bolt in less than two seconds.

Somehow I ran through the forest better than before, probably because my fight or flight instinct went overtime. Then, I remember I had a passenger and looked down at the Eevee struggling in my arms. That was when it decided to bite my thumb.

The constant stream of profanities that came from my mouth only made it bite down harder. Then, the buzzing came back as I began to lose steam. Great, just what I needed, more Pokemon who want to attack me! What could possibly make this day any better?!

Well, when the Eevee heard the buzzing pick up, it stopped biting at my hand and started shouting its name at me. While adorable, I had to remind it I didn't speak Pokemon.

”Eevee, I can't understand what you're saying! Eevee for run faster, Vee for watch out.”

”VEE!”

Well, that made things simpler. A quick look ahead showed nothing obvious, so that leaves-

A side-step sent a Beedrill hurtling into the ground and all the rock it hopefully got impaled by rocks. Better it than me.

A quick shout of thanks was drowned out by an ”EEVEE!”

So, he forced himself to sprint forward as a noticeable tick-tick-tick was heard behind him.

The first thing he learned about the Pokemon World: He hated Beedrill. And probably most other bug types.

Another ”VEE!” sent him out of his inner grumblings as he looked ahead. There was something neither tree brown nor plant green. He impulsively ran forwards, hoping someone who could fight this Beedrill was there-

Just to be send sky high by another tree root. God damn forests.

Well, as my fellow victim and I tumbled through the air, I noted the fact that a bunch of poison stings were flying right where I would have been if I hadn't tripped. So, silver lining.

Then one of the Stings ricocheted of a random rock and into my arm. Nevermind, f_u_c_k you Mother Nature.

Once again skidding against the ground, which burned my arm to no end, it seemed this was the end of the line for me and the stunned Eevee in my arms. Well, at least the ethnically diverse cast member isn't dying first.

... Shit.

Starring up at the red-eyed bee, it's spear-hands gleaming with energy, only one thought crossed my mind.

I'm about to be killed by a f_u_c_k_i_n_g Bug-Type! Well, at least this one has a Mega Evolution...

As the Beedrill prepared its finisher, a blotch of gray moved in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, the coldest breeze I'd ever felt came rushing towards me, and the Beedrill was hit with an Ice Beam. It was super effective, and the Beedrill fainted on impact.

I was very glad the twitching insect before me didn't end up killing me because that was just embarrassing. I gratefully looked up at my savior, a gray, snooty looking cat with a tail that looked like a spring.

The second thing I learned about Pokemon; Cats hate Beedrill too.

I was just saved by a literal house cat. Suddenly being killed by a rampaging Poison-type didn't seem so embarrassing.

”Thanks for saving us, Glameow,” I said, noting the tilting of the Pokemon's head. ”But I've been hit with a Poison Sting, so could you take me...” Is it bad that I was about to say owner? Well, I'm blaming culture shock for that one.

”... To someone who knows what I should do with this?” I asked, using the hand wrapped around Eevee to point at the stinger embedded in my arm. God that looked almost as bad as it felt. There was purple poison leaking from the hole, and it reminded me of battery acid in a way I did not appreciate.

The cat nodded at me, then walked up to me. Was it going to use a move to cure me? I don't remember one that could-It then Yawned in my face, and as I yawned in return I fell asleep.

”AAAH-” I screamed, went upright, and went to grab the source of my pain when a hand grabbed my left wrist.

I turned to see... Dawn from Pokemon?

My shock then reverted to understanding when I remembered I was kidnapped. God that sounds like I've developed Stockholm Syndrome.

She gave me a look of concern mixed with pity. I broke her gaze when I turned to see my arm, bleeding but no longer oozing toxins so that's a step up. And the one who held the needle was Dawn's Mom, who's haircut looked as awful as ever. Seriously, a bowl-cut? C'mon woman, have some standards.

”So, which one of you owns the Glameow?” I asked, mostly to stop the two of them from giving me those concerned stares again. It made me feel like I f_u_c_k_e_d up and got injured.

”Me.” Said Dawn's Mother. I obviously knew that already, but what else am I supposed to say? 'You have a shit haircut,'? Maybe after I ensure she's healed me I can start ridiculing her.

”What kind of idiot are you?” Ok, maybe now was the time to insult her hair. ”Why in the world you go back there, the forest is sectioned off in that area for a reason! You and your Eevee could have been killed just for entering the Beedrills' territory.”

”Excuse me,” I said in an attempt to defend myself. ”But in case you weren't aware, I am not from here, and have no idea how I got in there. I was walking out of my house one moment, and was in that f_u_c_k_i_n_g forest the next.”

Apparently Dawn didn't take to my swearing, if the sudden tightening of her wrist is anything to go by. Neither did her mother, by her slamming the needle onto the table next to the bed I was currently laying in.

”Excuse you, I'm the one who had taken you and your Pokemon to keep the both of you from dying, so you should watch your mouth here.” I hated her tone. I hate it when anyone talks down to me, and I hate being treated like a child. But, acting angry because she wasn't treating me fairly was exactly what a child would do. So, I inhaled deeply and exhaled. That always cleared my head.

”I'm sorry, but today has been extremely shi- shoddy. I appreciate the assistance, and- What's wrong with Eevee?” In case you hadn't guessed by now, I am easily distracted when I am not focusing. She raised her blue eyebrow at me condescendingly, but I was already over her reprimanding attitude.

”Your Eevee was poisoned as well, though through a much shallower wound and much longer ago. That a trademark of those Beedrill in that forest, as there aren't any Pecha berries in that forest, so if you didn't have any items, you'd have to either escape or die trying. So, my daughter and I had to use our Antidotes on it and some medicine for you. Now, let's make sure you don't die before we play twenty questions.” Suddenly, I was remember of the pile of half-eaten berries in Eevee's now non-existent home.

I nodded, and laid back down to let the anime women do their thing. Translating features from anime to real life was supposedly difficult, but both of their skin was as smooth as it was when it was just a solid color. Wait, how do I look compared to them?

All wondering burned away as my wound was filled with medicine and disinfectants. I grit my teeth, trying to ease my mind away from the pain. Soon enough, I had my arm cleaned and bandaged. It now only hurt like the first circle of hell to move my right arm. Too bad I'm right-handed.

”Alright, time for twenty questions yet?” I asked, rubbing my hand over the bandages at the kitchen table. The two of them rolled their eyes at me, but nodded. We had decided to have the conversation in a place where I was upright, and we all learned that I was the tallest one there.

”Cool, what region am I in?” Their nonplussed attitude evaporated at the question.

”Uh, we're in Sinnoh,” Dawn answered me. I sighed; it was just for clarity's sake, but at least it cleared up one thing. This was all Palkia's fault.

”Is Cynthia still the champion?” They nodded. Ok, making sure I wasn't in an AU or crashing into someone's fanfic.

”Has Professor Rowan given out the starters this year?” Dawn's eyes widened at that.

”How did you... No, he's giving them out in about 2 weeks.” Ok, so two weeks before Ash comes and Rowan makes Dawn go and retrieve Pikachu for him.

”What's your connection to Professor Rowan?” I asked the soon-to-be Coordinator.

”Uh, I work as his assistant.” Ok, so AU of anime mixed with games.

”Who's the current champion of Kanto?” This time, Dawn's mom narrowed her eyes at me.

”Red.” That actually doesn't help.

”Who's the champion of Johto?”

”Lance.” Ok, so no manga, which is sad.

”Where's Eevee?”

”Lying in Dawn's room.” Answered Miss Dawn's Mom. God, does no one in this franchise have a father?!

”Could you get it for me?” I asked both of them.

”Why?”

”Because I feel uncomfortable enough being nursed to health by a mother and her teenage daughter, and I would rather get hit with 100 Poison Stingers than go into a teenage girl's room whose mother I'd just inadvertently cussed out,” I explained with fake severity. Dawn snorted at it, and I chuckled dryly.

”Dawn dear, you get it.” Don't want your daughter to deal with a strange man on her own? Good mom. The teenager walked up and into the house, I had no idea how to navigate.

”So,” the mother I still had to deal with asked, ”Why were you in that forest?” She leaned forward and looked at me with her most serious look yet.

”I got teleported/kidnapped and that was the place I ended up.” She snorted, similar to her daughter, though her amus_e_m_e_nt was less founded.

”Teleported by which Pokemon that can't use it that lives in that forest? The Beedrill, or your Eevee.” I feel like I'm being interrogated.

”Neither, obviously. I'd say it'd take an extremely powerful Pokemon to take me here from where I was.”

”Oh? And what Pokemon would that be?” She asked me condescendingly. C'mon, am I really that untrustworthy that you feel the need to interrogate me the second your daughter leaves the immediate vicinity? And I thought NPCs in Pokemon were nice.