A New Journey in Pokémon

[Wonderbread16]

Itll be difficult to explain the amount of OP pokemon and legendarys

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Bet she's going to try to take his device from him. And LoL Nemonas hilarious. Girl found someone who loves battling as much as her and doesn't want to let go

 

[Common]

The moment they landed, Cynthia moved the conversation out of sight. Billy and O'Nare barely began their greeting before she redirected them, polite but firm, and secured a private study. The doors shut. The room stilled.


She turned to Ethan.


"Start talking."


No softness this time—just focus.


Ethan didn't argue, but his gaze swept the room before returning to her. "…Before we do, I want Spiritomb out."


"No."


The refusal was immediate and controlled.


"You'll want it," he said.


"You'll explain first."


A brief pause, then Ethan exhaled and reached into his pocket anyway.


Cynthia's posture tightened. "…Ethan."


The Poké Ball clicked open.


Dark energy coiled into form as a second Spiritomb emerged, its keystone anchoring it as its spectral face flickered into place. The temperature seemed to dip, the air growing heavier.


Cynthia's eyes sharpened.


That was not hers.


"Check," Ethan said.


Spiritomb's presence spread outward—not physically, but perceptually, brushing along walls, through objects, probing the quiet spaces between signals. It moved methodically, a slow, deliberate sweep of the room.


For a moment, nothing.


Then its attention snapped to the far wall.


A distortion flickered—subtle, unstable.


Spiritomb pulsed.


The interference collapsed.


A burst of static-light snapped into view—small, jittering, electric.


Rotom.


It shrieked and bolted, phasing through the wall in a flash of electricity and vanishing.


Silence settled in its wake.


Ethan looked back at Cynthia. "…That's why."


She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze lingered on the space where the Rotom had been, the implication settling hard.


They were being watched.


Her expression hardened—not at Ethan, but at the situation.


Then her attention returned to him.


"…Again," Cynthia said, quieter now.

"Start talking."


Ethan exhaled once, like he'd already decided there was no point easing into it.


"Alright," he said. "I guess it started when I was playing with Eevee out in the field near the house. I'm pretty sure I fell and hit my head… hard."


He frowned slightly, trying to pin it down.


"That part's… fuzzy. It hurt, and everything after that kind of blurs together."


Cynthia didn't interrupt.


Ethan continued, his tone steady even as the words grew stranger.


"But when I woke up, I had memories that weren't mine," he said. "Not from this life. from before."


Silence settled deeper in the room.


"I don't know exactly what caused it," he went on, "but if I had to guess, it's either Arceus… or Jirachi. And even then, it's not complete."


Cynthia didn't interrupt. She didn't need to. Her attention had already narrowed into something precise.


Ethan exhaled once, pushing through the discomfort of explaining it.


"Some of it's missing. Some of it feels like I'm watching instead of living it. And some of it just doesn't line up at all."


He frowned slightly, searching for the right example.


"Like I remember being Dawn, the Hero of Hisui," he said. "But I also know for a fact that Dawn is currently just fine in Twinleaf Town."



A beat.


"So that doesn't fit. Not cleanly. Not at all."


"I am red taking down the leader of team rocket, But red is in the mountains and the leader of rocket is still around annoyingly."


Cynthia shifted slightly at that—small, controlled, but present. The implication had weight even if she didn't yet show it.


"I am the champion of Truth, an I am forced to fight the champion of Ideals who works for team plasma. But I also know that hasn't happened yet either." Ethan finalizes everything he said was the truth afterall he played the pokemon games an at one point or another he was those characters.


"And you're certain these aren't dreams?" she asked. "Stories you've absorbed?"


Ethan shook his head immediately.


"No," he said. "They're too detailed. Too consistent. And I know things I shouldn't because of them."


His gaze lifted to hers.


"That's how I knew battle strategies, moves, people—things I had no way of learning here."


A brief pause.


"There are still weird things I just know though. Like how I know Red has a kid. How I know where the Hero of Hisui ended up. How I know Nemona is going to become Champion."


Cynthia didn't move.


Ethan didn't stop.


"Although I learned some stuff from the memories of the hero of Hisui, I know you're going to fight Giratina," he said, "and how our ancestor tried to summon it to capture an avatar of Arceus."


That— That landed. Hard.


The room didn't feel smaller, but the space between them did.


Cynthia's expression didn't crack, but her focus sharpened into something razor-thin, every piece of what he'd said being weighed, tested, cross-referenced against what she knew—and what she suspected.


Because those weren't vague claims.


They were specific.


Directed.


And dangerously close to things that weren't public knowledge.


"…Ethan," Cynthia said at last, her voice losing some of its edge, "I… don't know what to do."


That admission hung heavier than anything else she'd said.


Ethan shrugged, not dismissive—just certain. "I'll do what I can to limit damage," he said. "But it all seems to work out in the end."


It wasn't reassuring.


Cynthia exhaled slowly, forcing herself back into focus. "Do you know the leaders of the criminal organizations?" she asked.


"Of course," Ethan replied without hesitation. "But good luck proving it. Most of them are… important people."


Her eyes narrowed.


That fit too well.


"And you're choosing not to act on that?" she pressed.


Ethan met her gaze evenly. "Acting on it the wrong way makes things worse."


Cynthia held that for a moment, then nodded once, decision settling into place. "I'll contact the International Police," she said, more to herself than him.


"Ah," Ethan replied, a small smile tugging at his expression, "good idea. See if you can get Agent—codename Looker."

 

[Chronodevil]

Thank you for the chapter.

 

[Wonderbread16]

It would have been funnier if he sent out a shiny spiritomb

 

[Selias]

So she decided not to have her Togekiss out this time for some reason, even though she had it out the last two times she was questioning him? What happens if she pulls it out and asks him to repeat his story?

 

[Common]

So she decided not to have her Togekiss out this time for some reason, even though she had it out the last two times she was questioning him? What happens if she pulls it out and asks him to repeat his story?

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Most of it is technically true afterall he played the mainline Pokemon games too.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Honestly a damn good explanation. Wonder who was spying? And yeah it's annoying how so many evil teams are so hard to uproot without fucking over the region.

What happens if she pulls it out and asks him to repeat his story?

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Togekiss would confirm his story cause he's telling the truth. He WAS then at some point. The fact it was through a scree doesn't matter cause he was in the driver's seat.

 

[Despacitoleo]

Lol imagine him leaking hes technically seen nearly every one remotely important naked (dang those pokelewds) or the male and female copy oasta about vaporeon

 

[AsterVermilion]

It had been three days since the Hyper Beam Incident.

That was what Carolina called it, at least—said in the same tone one might use for earthquake or minor apocalypse. Since then, Ethan's training privileges had been… adjusted.

By which he meant he was being watched.

Constantly.

If Carolina wasn't "casually" in the garden cataloging stone fragments, then a lab flying type was "coincidentally" patrolling the surrounding forest. If it wasn't that, then some researcher was suddenly very interested in wild Bidoof migration patterns in the exact area Ethan liked to train.

It was exhausting.

Which was why Ethan had walked much farther than usual today—past the usual trails, past the maintained paths, and into a stretch of forest that even Celestic Town didn't bother keeping tidy. Old trees loomed overhead, their canopies blotting out the sun, and the air felt quieter here. Heavier. Untouched.

Eevee trotted along beside him, tail swishing, clearly enjoying the break from supervision.

"Okay," Ethan muttered, stopping at last. "This should be far enough."

He glanced around once more, then focused inward.

The interface slid into place without resistance.

Pokémon GO.

The map overlaid the forest, soft pastel roads failing to align with reality this time—no PokéStops nearby, no Gyms, just green and the occasional spawn ripple.

Good.

Ethan opened his storage.

Poké Balls. Berries. TMs.

And Pokémon.

"…All right," he whispered. "Let's see if this actually works."

He selected one.

A common one. Low risk.

A Pidgey.

Eevee looked up at him, ears twitching. "Vee?"

"Stay close," Ethan said quietly. "And… maybe brace?"

He hesitated only a second longer before tapping Deploy.

An a pokeball appeared in his hand.

Eevee stiffened immediately, ears snapping forward as it locked onto the object in Ethan's hand.

"Vee."

"I know," Ethan said quietly. "Just… stay close."

He took a breath, raised the Poké Ball, and pressed the button.

It snapped open.

A burst of red light spilled out, clean and familiar, striking the ground a few feet in front of him. The light condensed, shaped itself — and with a rush of displaced air, a Pidgey appeared.

It fluttered violently for a moment, wings beating as it gained its balance, then hopped backward, head swiveling as it took in the unfamiliar forest.

"Pid… gey?"

"Okay," he said softly. "Let's see if this works both ways."

He pressed the button.

A thin red beam shot out, enveloping the Pidgey mid-hop.

"Pid!"

In an instant, the Pokémon was converted into light and drawn back into the ball with a soft click.

The forest fell quiet again.

Ethan stared at the Poké Ball for a long moment an it disappeared from his hand.

"…It works."

The interface was updated in his vision.

Pidgey was stored. Pokémon Go was made real.

"Vee?"

Ethan exhaled slowly.

"So… yeah," he muttered. "That changes everything."

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Carolina was panicking.

"I want to know," she said, voice tight but dangerously calm, "how my five-year-old grandson managed to disappear."

The lab was dead silent.

Three research assistants stood in a line, looking like they were waiting to be sentenced. One of them finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

"He didn't trigger any perimeter alerts. None of us saw him leave. An he appears to have lost the swellow charged with watching him, taking cover in the tree canopy."

Carolina didn't raise her voice. She simply tapped the secure League line.

The connection was nearly instant, only two rings.

"Cynthia," Carolina said. "Ethan is missing."

There was no gasp, no crackle of panic. Just a measured pause, as if the silence itself had weight.

"How long?" Cynthia asked.

"About two hours," Carolina replied evenly.

"Eevee with him?"

"Yes," Carolina said.

"Then he should be fine… at least until I'm done with this afternoon's meeting in another two or three hours. If he's still not found by then, I'll join the search myself." Cynthia responds

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The forest blurred around them as Ethan ducked under low-hanging branches, Eevee at his side, ears pinned and eyes sharp. They were late an he was going to miss his new curfew if they didn't rush back.

An Eevee was excited like zoomies excited, a Pokémon with zoomies was terrifying. Every rustle, every shadow was met with a flash of movement.

A wild Bidoof appeared on a fallen log. Eevee lunged. A streak of gold and white shot through the air—Extreme Speed. The Bidoof yelped and was sent tumbling backward, landing in a soft patch of moss, an Eevee was suddenly king of the log.

"Eevee! Calm!" Ethan shouted, though his voice carried more awe than authority. The Pokémon's tail swished, and it pivoted, already spotting the next threat.

A wild Starly swooped down from the canopy, its sharp cry cutting through the forest air.


Eevee moved.


Not ran—vanished.


One heartbeat it was at Ethan's side, the next it was a pale blur tearing across the ground. The impact came almost immediately. The Starly didn't even have time to juke or climb—its wings flared uselessly as it was struck mid-motion and sent skidding across the forest floor.


Before it could recover, Eevee was on it.


Pinned. Clean. Controlled.


The Starly chirped once in protest, then froze, instincts screaming surrender.


Ethan could only shake his head.


"…Yeah," he muttered. "Using TMs from Pokémon GO really is cheating."


Eevee hopped back lightly, tail flicking, clearly pleased with itself. Whatever that move technically was—Extreme Speed, or something dangerously close to it—it had taken root fast. Too fast. An Eevee barely a week into structured training should not be moving like that.


And yet.


The interface flickered again at the edge of his vision, numbers stabilizing just long enough to read.


CP: 2,456 (Projected Cap)


Ethan swallowed.


"That's… insane."


If the projection was even remotely accurate, then evolution wouldn't just be a boost—it would be a leap. Three thousand CP at minimum. Maybe more. For Espeon… possibly well into the four-thousands if the scaling held.


That wasn't just strong. That was Champion level and could even compete with most legendaries.

That was League-breaking.


He looked down at Eevee, who was now trotting back to him like nothing had happened, ears perked, eyes bright.


"All right, We need to get home." Ethan states

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Hello I'm new here and I just want to point out that I notice a influence of AI, around 60% approx. I guess. Now I'm not really complaining, I just want to point it out, and it's not really unbearable to read like some other stories who rely heavily on it, it just very noticeable to me. I'll still put it on watched though since the premise is a bit interesting.

Edit: I just finished the latest chapter, and while I still stand what is said. I will say honestly that it's a good story and progress, already bookmarked and watched the story