Chapter 367 - My SI Stash #67 - Conquer by Twubs (Pokemon) (1/2)

-Shit is realistic af and I love it. I just do not fw with the MC blabbing too much, even if it's the light fluff Pokemon world or dark terrifying one it's much better to be the silent protagonist like Red imo. Don't give anything away for nothing/

Synopsis: Brawly wanted to grow up and run the gym in Dewford Town, just like his father. That all changed when his rebellious streak reared it's head. Now he has memories from another universe, and a drive to do one thing: Conquer. SI/Brawly Not!Antagonist!SI

Rated: M

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Chapter 1

So this is just an idea that popped up in my head after Umodin and I exchanged some messages. Then I had to go re-read 'Y'know Nothing Jon Snow!' Next thing I know, the idea is here and won't leave. So I'm putting it on paper, for whoever wants to enjoy it.

This is an SI into Brawly in the Pokemon world. I tried to get a timeline for Pokemon, but it's literally impossible, so we're gonna go AU. Although you'll recognize most of the characters and plot points. With my own spin on it.

WILL NOT BE PUT ON A SCHEDULE. I might pick it up after I finish one of my other stories but not before. If I update it again it's because I have too much time on my hands and I don't want to rush my original work.

Authors note at the bottom.

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What the f.u.c.k?

I sat up with a groan. My limbs felt like they were run through a meat grinder, and the sting of open wounds made themselves known all over my body. My legs straightened out in front of me, luckily they felt fine.

Am I in a cave? I thought as my eyes took in the cavern. A relatively smooth floor of rock extended as far as I could see. The wall rose around the cavern and met a twenty foot ceiling of more rock.

Grand stalactites and stalagmites met in some places to form beautiful natural pillars. I looked backwards to see the reason for my current beat up state. A broken up stalactite, that looked as if someone or something had been hurled through it. My hand instinctively reached to the pokeball on my waist.

Wait, pokeball?

That's when everything in my mind clicked and the memories fell in place. It wasn't a painful process, more like finding a place that you hadn't been to in a very long time, something nostalgic.

The shrunken pokeball on my waist contained my freshly captured makuhita, a pokemon native to Granite Cave. The same Granite Cave that was home to all kinds of dangerous pokemon, and a cave that went so deep that none of my ancestors have found the bottom yet. Rumors of brave trainers stumbling on onix dens and even a rhydon had reached Dewford Town many times.

My eyes found the mounds of rock once again, and this time I recognized the forms of geodude and golem's dead forms. A mother golem, and three of her children, bleeding out on the cavern floor.

What the f.u.c.k? I repeated in my head. I don't even know that much about Pokemon. Sure I played the games growing up, and watched like the first season of the cartoon but after that, nothing. I'm actually f.u.c.k.i.e.d.

A brief memory of a broken makuhita laying on the ground flashed in my brain and I shot to my feet.

It's in stasis right now, but I need to leave now to make sure the little guy makes it. I thought as I patted myself down.

After confirming that I had all of the possessions I dared to bring on my idiotic expedition, I bolted it in the direction I knew would lead to the entrance of the cave. Luckily my father, in this life, had kept me in fantastic shape and I kept up a fast pace.

Being the son of a fighting type gym leader has its perks. I thought as I literally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

I got lucky that I hadn't had to go very far into the cave to find a pokemon. I literally made it two hundred yards before stumbling upon an enraged Hariyama going to town on the golem and her children of geodudes.

The memories of the fight, and memories of my past life clashed. I knew how the pokemon were depicted in my past life, in the games and anime. It was nothing like my now real life. Their cartoonish bodies were replaced with realistic depictions. The blood on my clothes, and running in the cavern made that obvious.

Even the Hariyama that I had barely caught a glimpse of wasn't shaped like a sumo wrestler, as the games would have you believe. No, it was a six foot seven mass of walking muscle. It's hands were oversized for it's yellow arms, and colored an off orange. I didn't see it in person, but the pictures on the pokenet reminded me that it would have five fingers, not three.

I shook my head, breaking myself out of my thoughts as I stopped at the cave entrance. There were signs up all over the place to warn travelers and trainers of the most commonly found pokemon in the area. I knew them by heart, having grown up here.

I turned right and headed for the brush that my bike would be hiding in. I scooped it up quickly and mounted it before peddling like a raging Gyrarados was hot on my trail.

The sun hadn't even thought of rising yet, so I flipped on the flashlight attached to the handlebars. I had gotten to the cave a little after midnight, right on schedule. I must have had one of the fastest legal captures ever.

My (new?) body had just turned sixteen, the minimum age for becoming a trainer. That was another difference from the games and anime. One had to be sixteen, not ten, to start their pokemon journey.

And it was something very few people did until a couple years after that. Normally reaching a.d.u.l.thood before beginning.

Although it was younger, my new body rivaled my old in physique, although more lean because of my fresh, young metabolism. Years of training kicked in as I focused on the path that would lead me back to town.

Even as the words left my lips, I broke out in a grin because of my successful night.

”Dad is gonna kill me.”

I hopped off of my bike, without bothering to stop it or prop it up somewhere. It continued straight to ram into the side of the pokemon center. It might wake some of the traveling trainers up, but I didn't have the patience to care.

I burst into the center, slamming the door open. A chancey was sitting at the receptionist desk and I slowed down when I noticed that I had woken it up and she was pissed. A pink glow enveloped her arm that was outstretched towards me.

I skidded to a stop, and ducked in case she fired whatever it was she was preparing. I didn't need to, because I had grown up around this particular chancey my whole life, and she quickly recognized me.

If not, she could have killed me. Fairy type pokemon may be good for healing, but they're rising in popularity for their fighting skills also. I was once again reminded of the serious and real nature of the world I now lived in.

”Chancey, I have an injured pokemon.” I said grabbing and enlarging the pokeball on my waist.

She let out a trill that sounded nothing like the pokespeak normally heard in the games or anime.

Will nothing be accurate? I couldn't help but wonder.

”Brawly?”

I turned to see the current pokemon center nurse for Dewford Town, and the rest of the island.

”Hey Tracey, I have a pokemon I need healed and registered.” I told the woman who had been healing my father and his opponents pokemons for years. ”Got to be close to critical condition.”

Her eyes narrowed and I could see the accusation in them, although she held her tongue before extending her hand for the pokeball. I handed it over eagerly.

She summoned a device out of nowhere. I hadn't even seen it in her hands when she walked out in her pajamas. It was in the middle of the night after all.

She scanned the pokeball with the device. ”License number?” Tracey asked me in a clipped tone.

”32689.” I rattled off immediately.

I hope it works, considering it went active a few hours ago. I thought as she typed the numbers in.

A ding rang out, signifying a successful registration, and I let out the breath I had been holding. Tracey gave me a knowing look, a look that told me I had forgotten something. I remembered it just as she disappeared with my new pokemon.

”Shit.”

There was no warning, he just appeared. My father was not a small man. He stood a good four inches above my six foot frame. And he was built like a f.u.c.k.i.n.g body builder.

His Gallade stood behind him, with a sad look on an eerily humanoid face, knowing that I was in trouble. It was obvious to me that he had locked on to me telepathically and then teleported.

”Hey pop.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could think about them. ”I caught a…”

”I don't give a shit.” Brody, my father, interrupted. ”We're going home.”

That's the last place I want to be right now. I thought to myself.

You're right about that. My father's Gallade said in my mind, reminding me of his psychic presence once again.

”Out.” I said out loud, while looking at the powerful pokemon. I instantly felt bad. Gallade had always taken my side against my father growing up.

”He doesn't obey you.” My father roared, his anger showing itself. ”And you are in no position to demand anything.”

”Sorry, I just didn't expect him in my head.” I responded. My father was always connected with his Gallade.

It must have seemed odd, considering I had grown up with the powerful psychic in my mind all the time. With my otherworldly knowledge, that didn't seem wise anymore.

”I can't leave my new pokemon.” I said gently, not wanting to make this any worse. ”One of the best things you ever taught me, pop.”

That statement got to him, because not only did I see understanding, but his rage flew through the roof.

My father was a controlled man, always has been. In his youth, he was a hot headed fighting trainer. Now he was a veteran fighter very much in control of himself at all times. Scars littered his frame from past battles in the war, and different leagues around the world. He was known.

I watched as he reeled his emotions in, it took a few moments. ”Son…” He began but obviously thought better of whatever it was he was about to say.

”Tracey said you were covered in cuts when you got here.” My father changed over to a different topic. ”Give it to me straight.”

”I went to Granite Cave, stumbled upon a Hariyama raging on a golem and her children. I got there too late to know for sure, but I think the makuhita I captured was the reason for the fight. I captured it because it was in danger.” I told him truthfully, and quickly. I omitted my transmigration across the multiverse, obviously.

”Rapidash shit.” Brody replied quickly. ”You captured him because you wanted him, first and foremost. Not out of the kindness of your heart.”

F.u.c.k.i.n.g duh.

”Obviously, I did. I went there to prove to you that I can handle myself, and capture a pokemon the old way. It just so happens that I saved one's life too.” I said.

My father was thrown off of his game for a moment. I never talked back to him, like ever. But my new personality, and eventful night have combined to produce the response.

It's best he gets used to this 'me'.

My father didn't respond for a long time, and I could tell a war was raging inside him. One side had to respect me for what I did, I knew it. The other side wanted to yell and scream about how reckless I was and could have died. I understood both points, and conceded them. It didn't change the facts.

”It's too late now, dad. I'm registered.” I said, reminding him that it was irreversible without him pulling some serious strings. It would also hurt his reputation simultaneously. One didn't abandon pokemon, once you made the decision to capture them. The league was quick to fine, and even imprison for the act.