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Chapter 2 - The first Encounters! (1/2)

Walking in the safety of bushes and trees I realize that I really got send into the world of Pokémon. You might be asking why I have come to that conclusion, reason simply being that I saw a swarm of Pidgey's flying over my head about 10 minutes ago and just now a Caterpie hid under the bushes when it saw me strolling in it's direction.

My main question now being what kind of Pokémon I'am supposed to be.

I have dark grey paws and my belly seems to be colored in the same color. The rest seems to be light grey nearly white. I have a tail, didn't realize that till I wanted to scratch my butt. Scratching it wasn't that easy though, not having normal hands is a real struggle.

My tail is one of the fluffiest things I have ever seen and felt in my life, which... I cool I guess? I'm not really bothered by it, things could be worse.

Well, being human would have been my wish but since I couldn't decide anything is better than waking up being a weak bug-type Pokémon.

I didn't really like anything with more than 4 legs back on earth, and that didn't change after coming here.

I was always annoyed by every single Weedle and Caterpie attacking me when it was just a game, they just seemed like a waste of time in my eyes.

So being a dog-wolf-like Pokemon is really something I can live with. I'm kind of sad that I'm no Growlithe but I guess being another kind of dog is ok, too.

I still don't really know what Pokémon I'am, I remember most of the dog Pokémon but I haven't really been up to date with the newest games, so maybe there are some I don't know.

But this bright hide really doesn't ring a bell for me and I still haven't found a mirror or anything that could help me see my face.

I have been walking around for a good hour by now and still haven't seen more than forest and you average Pidgey, Bidoof and already named bug Types.

Which doesn't really help a lot, at the very least not in the point of finding out what kind of dog I'am.

I seem to be in one of the starting areas of Pokémon, which is good considering that I feel more fluffy than strong. I just hope I don't have to deal with any humans anytime soon. Reason being most of the humans in the starting areas are ten years old if I had to guess. Not that being ten is a bad thing but I would really really hate getting caught by one of those ending up with being stuck between two level 7 Rattatas on a belt of some kid walking back and forth between two villages.

Don't get me wrong I really would like to live a dogs-life once just sleeping and eating all day long. But not for the rest of my life. And as far as I know, there is no escape out of a Pokéball once you are caught.

I'am already crazy enough talking to you guys in my head, I don't need claustrophobia in addition to that.

„Ok, now I'm getting annoyed, why is it so hard to find water here?" (me)

I begin to walk faster because just walking clearly isn't leading me anywhere.

Isn't there any way how I can find water without trying to see it? Aren't dogs supposed to have good noses? What's up with that?

I try sniffing out anything helpful.

A few seconds go by and I really could smell something, clearly not water but a few berries Which clearly smell better than most of the other Pokémon.

I walk over to a small orange bush with round dark blue berries the size of strawberries. If I remember correctly these are Oran Berries. it's one of the few Berries I actually know the effect of so that really helps. Meaning I can eat them without worry.

I seem to be around 40-60 centimeters tall so getting the berries isn't actually as easy as I had wished for. I run towards the small bush and jump up with all my power aiming for the trunk. I managed to hit it hard enough so 4 of the 8 visible berries fall close to me on the ground.

I'm quite happy with my first search and destroy challenge. I begin to eat my fill, and after a good minute, I finish my 3rd berry.

I should probably keep the last one for an emergency. But how is the big question. Can I just keep it in my mouth? Hm. Well, there is no other possibility.

I continue my seamlessly endless journey to find some water. After an hour, in which not much happened if you don't count that I nearly choked on my berry when I tripped over a tree root, I finally hear something that lets me believe that I don't live in a fricking desert.

I can hear a few different kinds of Pokemon in the distance. Maybe about 50 meters away.

I begin running towards the source of the noise sneaking only the last 20 meters.

Hiding under another bush I find the reason for the Pokémon meet-up.

A Pidgey, Zigzagoon, Ratatta, and Caterpie are sitting at a small pond. Finally, I found the glorious source of all Life, Water. Halleluja!

Only Problem being - the around 11-year-old trainer sitting with them. Just what I expected from my luck. I find what I was looking for only to find the one thing with it that I want to avoid. Thank God, I did not blindly storm into them. Let's just hope they don't set up Camp here. I begin waiting for the moment they start going home. I'm thirsty but most of all tired. I walked through a forest for a few hours and with my shitty running endurance that is quite a feat for the small me. By now it should be around 5 pm. As I lay there in the safety of my bush I start to drift off into the land of dreams...

....I wake up, maybe an hour later. As the Pokémon-Team finally decides to head home.

After waiting about 5 Minutes that felt like another hour. I slowly head towards the pond. You can't be careful enough if you are as small as the normal Home-PC.

I reach the pond after wondering how I'm supposed to drink as a dog I remember how the normal dogs did it. I try to form a small scoop with my tongue and begin to shovel the precious liquid into my dry throat.

„Ahhh,... I'm in bliss. Who would have thought that I would enjoy drinking pure water this much."-(me)

I will have you know that I'm more of a juice-Type of person.

After drinking my fill, I look for my reflection to finally see what kind of Pokémon I'am, while the ripples disappear a face of a small wolf-puppy appears. Small red nose, snow-white teeth, and eyes with a red iris and yellow eyeballs. The really light grey fur/hide ((I don't know which word work better here)) seems special but the rest clearly makes me look like a Poochyena. I could have expected it, but it's nice to be sure of what I really am. Poochyena's Evolved Form is actually one of my favorite Pokémon so I guess the change to be one, later on, is pretty sweet.

After inspecting myself a bit more and making sure I look healthy I turn around to my bush that still hides my Oran Berry. Just to see that a damn Spearow seems to have the same Idea as me.

„Don't you dare to even try and steal my stuff, you stupid bird" - (me, growling)

My angry growling seems to have had the wished effect because the Spearow turned away from my Berry. With the not so wished for effect that it now angrily stares at me. - At least I think that it's angry, it just kind of looks like it with all those feathers standing tall on its head.

„You heard that right! Just back of." (me)

It seems that the Spearow just doesn't get it. It flaps with its wings and walks with its opened wings towards me, just like Animals on earth do when they want to appear bigger and more dangerous. Sadly for it, that intimidation strategy is useless against me. As a past human, I know my sh*t and simple tricks that don't change its real hight don't affect me at all. All those claws though, yeah they do the job.

Sadly for him, I know how dogs, - I believe I can count myself as one, fight and I have claws too and in addition to that sharp teeth.

I'm not afraid.

„Come at me bro, I will do with you what Pikachu did to your buddies when you suckers attacked Ash!"(me)

The Spearow looks confused for a second and angles its head. Then continues onwards without spending another thought on the idea of running like the chicken it should be.

I growl angrily, show my teeth and set myself up to be the one who strikes first...

To be continued...