Austin, a die-hard Pokémon fan, is disenchanted with the series' direction post-Sinnoh. After a typical late-night binge-watch, he drifts off to sleep, only to wake up in an unimaginable reality: he is Ash Ketchum, and today is the morning his legen...
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To Austin's surprise, Delia wasn't with the group in front of the ranch, as she had been in the anime.
'Well, that's one thing that's different,' Austin thought, his concern growing about how he would interact with her. She might notice the changes in him.
What conclusions would she draw if she became suspicious?
Would she think her son was possessed by a ghost Pokémon?
Or that he was finally taking things more seriously?
Or perhaps she might think that Pikachu's shock had finally connected Ash's last two brain cells?
Austin chuckled at the thought, but he knew the implications of Delia growing suspicious.
It could lead to a medical evaluation—what would that entail?
His mind raced through various scenarios.
Pika.
Pikachu's call snapped Austin out of his reverie.
He looked down to see the electric Pokémon looking as if he wanted to escape.
Hmm, Austin hummed internally.
'Right, Ash gained Pikachu's friendship because of the Spearow mess,' he reminded himself, contemplating whether to instigate a similar situation to gain Pikachu's trust. He quickly dismissed the idea.
No, I'm not going to pull that stunt. But what kind of butterfly—or rather, Butterfree—effect would that bring?
Another sigh escaped Austin as another thought filled his head.
Since this is an anime, will the world itself try to stick to the plot, or can I change it? At least for my safety, let's try.
Looking at Pikachu, Austin said, "Come on, don't I get the benefit of the doubt for not putting you in the Pokéball?"
Pikachu just gave him a blank stare.
"Pika Pi."
Austin wasn't sure what Pikachu had said, but the tone sounded like an insult.
Then again, how seriously could Pikachu take me while I am still in my pajamas?
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Austin stepped back into the lab with Pikachu trailing curiously behind him. His eyes instantly landed on Professor Oak and a rather distinctive Pokémon wielding a silver spoon in each hand. This Pokémon, with its small mustache, long, thin snout, and eyes narrowed like slits, manipulated psychic energy to make brooms sweep the floor autonomously.
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