Waking up in a world full of Pokémon? Amazing.
Realizing you have access to your entire endgame save file? Even better.
Being followed by a shiny Umbreon with the ego of a legendary and the attitude of a drama professor who didn't get tenure?Well. That's just my daily life now.
Day One of Being Ridiculously Overpowered
Arboro Town wasn't exactly a booming metropolis.
Picture Pallet Town with slightly fewer houses and slightly more confusion. There was a Pokémon Center, a Poké Mart, and a lot of 10-year-olds excitedly throwing Poké Balls at rocks and squirrels.
I walked into town with Midnight Daddy at my side. His fur gleamed like a black hole that had been polished. His gold rings pulsed ominously. His walk? Slower than it needed to be. He was milking it.
A few townsfolk glanced our way.
Then a kid pointed.Then a crowd started gathering.
"Whoa! Is that a shiny Umbreon?"
"He's got four shinies following him!"
"Is he… a Champion?"
"Is that his starter?!"
I cleared my throat and tried to be humble. "Uh… hi. I'm—"
Midnight Daddy hopped up onto the Pokémon Center sign and posed. One paw up, head tilted, tail flicking perfectly with the wind.
The crowd gasped. I heard someone whisper, "He's so cool," and I wasn't entirely sure if they meant me or the Umbreon. Probably not me.
Before I could say anything else, a young trainer in a backwards cap and a hoodie twice his size pushed through the crowd.
"I challenge you to a battle!" he said, puffing out his chest. "One-on-one! My starter versus yours!"
He tossed a Poké Ball.
Out came a Ledyba.
Level 5. Female. Holding… a berry?
She buzzed politely.
I looked down at Midnight Daddy.
He raised a paw, slowly. Dramatically.
"No," I said quietly.
Midnight Daddy used Toxic.
The Ledyba didn't even move. She just sagged like her internal code had been corrupted.
Ledyba is badly poisoned.
Ledyba fainted.
The trainer stood there, jaw open. "But—wha—"
Midnight Daddy turned his back to the fallen bug and walked away without looking back.
The crowd exploded into applause.
I Am Not a Gym Leader (Stop Asking)
After the "Battle" (read: public execution), people started calling me the Wandering Dark-Type Trainer.
I tried denying it. I really did.
"No, I'm not a gym leader—"
"But your Pokémon are level 100!"
"Right, but that's not—"
"You're here to test the next generation, aren't you? Like in the anime?"
"…Sure."
That afternoon, I got a room at the local inn — apparently, those exist now — and tried to piece together how I'd even gotten here.
My save file interface still floated in the corner of my vision. I could open the PC. I could withdraw items. I even had infinite Pokédollars.
Which meant: yes, I bought every Full Restore in the region.
Midnight Daddy spent most of the evening glaring at my shiny Sylveon, "Karen," who had decided she was my bed now.
"You're just mad she sparkles more than you," I told him.
He stared at me. Then used Moonlight. Indoors. Just to make a point.
Local Nurse Joy Thinks I'm a Government Experiment
I visited the Pokémon Center the next morning to pretend I needed healing (I didn't). Midnight Daddy trotted behind me like royalty.
Nurse Joy blinked when she saw my team.
"You're… not registered in any league database," she said, typing rapidly. "Your Pokémon are… impossibly trained. Your Umbreon has perfect IVs across the board."
"He's special," I said.
Midnight Daddy sat on the counter, flicked his tail, and knocked over a jar of cotton balls. On purpose.
Joy raised an eyebrow. "Did you… hack these Pokémon?"
"Define hack," I said nervously.
She gave me a long look. "You're not from here, are you?"
Midnight Daddy yawned dramatically.
I shrugged. "Honestly? No. I think I died eating ramen and got isekai'd into my own save file."
Joy stared.
Then she pulled out a clipboard.
"Great," she said. "Another one."
Interlude: My Pokémon Are Sabotaging Me
Later that day, I sat on a bench eating Poképuffs (yes, I bought them all), watching Midnight Daddy glare across the town square at a traveling trainer's shiny Gardevoir.
Gardevoir tossed her hair.
Midnight Daddy narrowed his eyes.
She blew him a kiss.
He used Protect. On himself.
I sipped my Oran Berry juice. "You're jealous."
He growled softly.
"Dude. She's psychic and shiny. That's your type."
He looked at me like I'd committed a war crime.
Then he used Foul Play on a trash can and walked off.
Karen giggled. My Garchomp, "Tax Fraud," accidentally sliced a lamppost in half while trying to sit down.
And somewhere in the sky, I swore I heard Arceus mutter, "Oh no, not another one…"
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