Pokemon: Transmigrated to Pokémon World

I woke up on a bed of damp leaves, the world spinning as I blinked the blurriness from my eyes.

The thick canopy overhead loomed, unfamiliar and oppressive.

“What the hell?” I muttered, pushing myself up as the sound of rustling leaves pulled my attention to Alice.

She scrambled to her feet, her usual calm demeanor shattered.

“Ethan! Where are we? The Amazon?!” Her voice shook with a panic I’d never heard from her before.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Alice never freaked out.

“Not your usual style,” I said, trying to joke, but the weirdness of the situation gnawed at me.

My body felt… wrong. Lighter. Smaller. “Alice, does something feel off to you?”

She froze, eyes narrowing. “Yeah, now that you mention it.” She glanced down at herself, her face tightening in confusion. “Ethan… what the hell are we?”

“Maybe we got transmigrated into another world,” I said, the absurdity of the words hitting me even as I said them.

Alice didn’t laugh.

Instead, her eyes flicked over me, calculating, until suddenly, she gasped. “We’re in the Pokémon world!”

My mind reeled.

I stared at her, trying to process.

Pokémon? As if on cue, a Pidgey fluttered overhead, its wings stirring the leaves.

Alice’s excitement flared, but all I could think about was how to get back.

This wasn’t a game.

“We need to focus, Alice. We don’t belong here.” My voice was tight, the weight of our situation sinking in.

Her face fell.

The excitement drained, and her fear crept back in. “But Ethan… maybe they never cared about us back home.”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t dwell on it.

I clenched my fists, staring at the pokéball in my hand. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

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