Markus POV
“Mr. Fletcher, I don’t mean to pry, but I do believe I asked you a question.” Agent Walker said with a mixture of sing-song, and southern drawl.
I must have been thinking far longer than he liked. I was wracking my brain for any kind of answer or explanation I could give that wouldn’t end up with me in some psychiatric hospital, but it seems my time is running short.
“I… I um… don’t know how to explain it or if you’d believe me. Is there a way to have some psychic type verify my claims?” I stuttered out finally. To my surprise, Agent Watcher seemed to relax a bit and smiled.
“Well, can’t say I was expecting to hear that ever. Folks usually aren’t this eager to get a psychic type involved. ‘It’s an invasion of privacy’ the big wigs say, like privacy’s gonna save your ass when a Rocket decides to make you their next target. Tell you what, let me hear your story, and I’ll keep an open mind,” he said, much of the previous hostility missing from his voice.
I nodded, clearing my throat. I mentally prepared myself, collecting my words before speaking.
“Here goes. To start, I am not from this world, and I-“ I was cut off.
“A Faller, that makes some sense. Apologies, please continue.”
Ah right, I had completely forgotten the International Police plot line from Sun and Moon. I chuckled, mentally kicking myself for forgetting that. It seems like I’ll have to refresh my memory a bit more before rushing into things next time.
“I don’t think I’d fit into the Faller category, since no Ultra Beasts were involved, but for the sake of semantics let’s go with that for now,” I continued after letting my laughter die down. “That’ll explain the ID not being recognizable. It’s the Master Ball that I’d need the Psychic type for.”
Watcher stared at me, and raised an eyebrow. He made a gesture with his hand, urging me to continue.
“So, the world I come from doesn’t have any Pokemon. To us, this world was a form of media, and a game series,” I paused, letting Watcher take in that information. “When I came to this world, I somehow had access to one of those games, and it allowed me to call upon the Pokemon in it.”
“I see, and how concerned should we be about the contents of your Boxes?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I could lie, hiding the fact that I had access to a handful of extremely powerful Pokemon, or I could tell him the truth, and break his current understanding of the world more than I already had as I pull out legend after legend.
“Truthfully, I couldn’t say for certain. I haven’t been here for more than a day, so my investigations into the process have been minimal. It seems fine though, if Phobia has anything to say about it. I’m also not planning on causing any trouble with it, I’m still collecting my bearings after all.”
Watcher stared at me again, and I could feel the sweat forming. Moments later, he must have come to a decision, as he nodded before he spoke.
“As far-fetched as all this sounds, it’s not completely out of the realm of possibility. We’ve had strange personalities come through Ultra Space before, but being able to summon Pokemon is definitely up there for the strangest. I think for now I’ll leave things be, but I still have many questions for you. Thank you for your time, and we’ll be in touch.”
Watcher stood making his way to the door. He stopped halfway before reaching into his coat pocket.
“Before I forget, I think this belongs to you. Don’t open it here, he’s a bit too big for the room,” he said, tossing a familiar purple Pokeball at me, and then made his way out.
It took a while for the adrenaline pumping through me to disperse. The events of today had been nothing short of exhausting, and I really needed a fucking nap.
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Agent Watcher
This is going to be a nightmare. Of course this would happen to him, a mere twenty-four hours before he was able to return to Driftveil.
‘I could just write this off as some crazed homeless man wandering into Paldea,’ he considered, feeling some hope of salvaging his well deserved vacation, before sighing. He couldn’t, not with everything involved here. Fallers were a dangerous subject, even when you exclude the Ultra Beast they can attract. This is a situation far above his pay grade.
A sudden pop sounded as his partner began walking with him. He had made a fuss about it near the start of his task, but even he had to admit, having a Gardevoir to assist in interrogations had been an Arceus sent gift, especially when emotion readings got around all the regulations of Psychic Types.
“Please tell me you’ve got good news Green,” I begged, hoping that Markus had lied about everything. Much to his disappointment, Green shook their head.
*He at least believed everything he said. Although, there was some fluctuation when you asked about if we should be worried. He’s hiding something with that*
Pokemon with telepathy were extremely rare, so the voice in his head had taken some getting used to, but he got used to it quickly. The viability of it was astounding, but at this moment, Watcher wished he didn’t have to hear that. The thought of the amount of paperwork that single sentence summoned made his shudder.
“Wonderful, just what I wanted to hear,” He said sarcastically, sighing as he did so.
Watcher needed a stiff drink.
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*If it makes you feel better, I think that nurse was checking you out,* Green quipped, elbowing him as they walked. Watcher almost made a full 180, when he saw his partner holding back their laughter.
‘Fucking Fairy Types,’ he sighed, before chuckling at Green’s antics. He could always trust his partner to help lighten up a situation, but right now, he need a hard drink.
“There you are Watcher. Been waiting for you,” a familiar voice grumbled, calling for his attention. As he turned, he saw an older Kantonian man in a ranger’s outfit.
“Takahasi, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” Watcher jokes, genuinely happy to see him. “C’mon, let’s go get something to drink, your place. Got a lot to tell ya.”
Ranger Takahashi, despite the drastic differences between the two, had been somewhat of a kindred spirit, and reliable confidant. Both of us had been forced to venture into the blossoming region by their respective agencies, and both were just expendable representatives.
The Ranger nodded, and without saying another word, released Archie.
“Archie, home,” he stated, and with that, the world popped out of existence for a second. If this were anyone else, the sudden teleportation would have severely affected the individual. Watcher, however, had grown far too accustomed to it to be bothered anymore. It was one of the things Takahashi respected about Watcher.
The group blipped back into existence in front of a Kantonian styled home far on the outskirts of town. Takahashi was from Fuchsia City, and had spent much of his time exploring the Safari Area. It was that experience that led him to join the Ranger Corps after completing his journey.
Before entering, Takahasi took a moment to release the other member of his team for training. A Pidgeot announced its entrance as it coalesced into the field. The bird was smaller than ones Watcher had seen before, but he knew damn well that her looks were deceiving, as she was more than capable of not only keeping up with Archie, but even surpassing him some days.
Much to Watcher’s surprise, and amusement, he watched as Takahashi pulled out one last Pokeball, releasing a Lechonk into the training grounds. The newest arrival looked around, taking in their new environment before trotting up to the Ranger. Takahasi knelt down, helping out the piglet and giving training instructions before regrouping with the two agents. Watcher gave him a look, quirking his eyebrow before Takahashi sighed, placing some wads of cash into the agents hand. The two of them had made a bet on who would crack first and catch a Pokémon in this place, and neither of them had bent for years.
“Little one has courage. A bit timid, but any Pokemon willing to confront an Arcanine during hard training to try and save a random deserves a chance to prove themselves. Plus, they didn’t take no for an answer,” Takahasi explained, walking into his home. Watcher chuckled, and the two followed him in. The interior had a very minimalist design, since Takahashi would spend most of their time in the wilds, but he made sure to have the proper amenities for guests.
Watcher and Green took to their seats as Takahashi acquired drinks. Two Whiskeys and some sickeningly sweet concoctions made specifically for Pokemon. Watcher had tried it once, and he still couldn’t fathom just how Green could stomach that shit.
The three sat in silence, enjoying the simple atmosphere, and the subtle sounds of training happening just outside. Eventually the time had come to discuss today's events, and Watcher had to be the one to break the quiet.
“You’re not the kinda person to ask for help, so when I see you calling and talking frantic nonsense, I had assumed the world was about to end,” Watcher joked, trying to start the discussion with a bit of humor.
Green burst into giggles as Takahashi scoffed at his remark, and replied.
“You saw that spider, it nearly knocked out Archie with a single blow. Not to mention the super weapon that was being so callously used by the boy. I’d like to see you keep calm in that situation.”
“Sorry old man, I think I got you beat. Imagine trying to hold that thing hostage as you’re interrogating their trainer.”
*You should have seen it Taka, Watcher here nearly had a heart attack when the nurse asked him to deliver it. I even had a heal pulse ready!*
“Hey! I thought I told you to stop reading my emotions!”
*Ah eto… Bheh!*
…
*Fuck me, that was cringey.*
The three of them broke into a long deserved laughter, and the casual banter was a nice respite from the complete chaos of today.
Eventually, Takahashi spoke. “So, what did you learn about the kid? Is he a concern?”
Watcher grimaced.
“Truthfully, we have no idea. What we know is that he’s a Faller, and despite his old world not having Pokemon, he found himself a Masterball, and an incredibly powerful Araquanid. Apparently the kid has more Pokemon just like his first if my partner’s to be believed.”
Takahashi stared into his drink, taking in the knowledge before shotgunning the rest of his cup. He shivered as the whiskey worked its way down his throat.
“I can’t say that’s a relief to hear, but I don’t know if we need to be worried. As terrifying as this all is, the kid seemed fine, after all, an unkind person wouldn’t have helped out that Zangoose, or been able to befriend the two wild Pokemon.”
Watcher hoped that was the case. It would make his paperwork all the easier to deal with, but until they get some more answers, they’d have to take things as they are, and right now, that requires far more alcohol.
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Markus POV
I groaned as I gained consciousness. It was far too early, and I could only blame the corporate assholes who decided to put me on a morning shift. I stretched out, wincing as I did so. There was some uncomfortable numbness coming from my left arm.
‘Must have slept on it wrong,’ I thought, rubbing it to get the feeling out. I reached over, intending to check my phone when I realized I wasn’t in my bed. The morning bleariness quickly left me as I scanned the area I was in. Somehow, I woke up in a hospital, and I couldn’t find any of my belongings.
I started to panic. Without any idea why or how I was here, or what I had done to end up here, I was left unaware of just how bad things could be. I couldn’t afford a hospital visit, and I don’t think I had insurance anymore thanks to getting fired or jumping off the bridge.
Wait.
I jumped off a bridge yesterday.
I should have died, yet I woke up in-
I quickly shot a look over to the bed stand. Sure enough, there were my meager possessions, and a Master Ball.
“No fucking way,” I muttered, letting my thoughts slip out. It wasn’t just some dream, I was really in the Pokemon world. I cringed, remembering everything that had occurred yesterday as I glanced towards what was supposed to be my broken arm. It wasn’t perfect, but I could move it slightly, and there was some feeling in it.
‘Magic Pokémon healing bullshit. This is gonna take some getting used to.’
I heard a soft knock on the door, and the quiet creaking of it opening. They saw I was awake and smiled.
“Chansey! *Morning!*”
Ah right, that’s also a thing.
“Uh yea, good morning to you too,” I replied, still trying to process everything being thrown at me.
The Chansey made its way to my bedside, setting down a plate with some eggs on it. The aroma that wafted from them was exquisite. Not bothering to wonder where they came from, I quickly snatched it up and devoured the entire meal. It had been a while since my last meal.
“Thank you so much Chansey, that was incredible!”
“Chan, Chansey chanse *oh, it’s nothing*,” they replied, blushing as they waved me off.
Whatever had been causing me to understand Pokespeech was improving, and alarmingly fast. Hopefully that’s not an issue in the future.
Chansey had collected the plate, and turned to leave. As they did so, I remembered I wasn’t alone, and I called out to them.
“Oh hey, before you leave, is there any chance I could get something for my Pokemon?”
My Pokemon
That felt really good to say
“Chan? Chansey! *Hmm? Oh right!*” they said, as they grabbed the Pokeball. They then tapped me on my good shoulder, wanting me to follow them, and I obliged. Our little trek led us to an open courtyard already scattered with Pokemon, Trainers, and Medical Professionals. Numerous battles were occurring, all of them being overseen by either a Joy or a Chansey. My guide took me to a more open spot before handing back my Pokeball, instructing me to call out Phobia. I struggled with it for a few seconds before eventually it popped open, releasing my big friendly spider.
Phobia announced their entrance to the field, and almost everyone had stopped to listen. Many of the smaller mons hurried to find a hiding space, while some medium sized mons, and some people shifted uncomfortably where they stood. The larger Pokemon and their trainers had a different reaction.
They had just been challenged, and I could see hunger and eagerness for battle in their eyes.
Unfortunately for them, they’ll have to wait. It was breakfast time after all.
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