Chapter 264 - My SI Stash #64 - Pokemon Jordinio Version! by 0 Jordinio 0 (Pokemon) (1/2)

-Scottish boi got very cross after getting isekai'd and de-aged but ended up having fun yoinking some of Ash's pokemon, a SI with no cheats in Pokemon that finally makes use of Chansey and her broken moveset like Healing Pulse & Gravity~

Sypnosis: So there I was enjoying myself at a bar about to pick up a pretty girl and then bam! I'm on Route 1, short as shit and somehow twelve again. Oh well, at the very least I can get that Charizard I always dreamed of. Self Insert.Rated: T

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Chapter 1

AN: So writers block has been such a bitch for me lately. I've not even come close to finishing the commissions I'm writing at the moment. But I read a few self inserts for the lulz and enjoyed some of them, even most of them are retarded in the fact non of them even react at all like people. More like idiolized versions of themselves that don't even react when they have the likes of n_a_k_e_d Erza Scarlet and stuff in front of them. And while I'll probably remove a few things of myself here, such as crippling fear of heights and some of my laziness, I'm gonna keep this self insert to as close to my personality as possible.

Just a warning, it's probably gonna piss a few of you off. Mostly because I've had people complain about delinquent characters I've wrote before. And well, I was a jackass delinquent when I was a teen. Thankfully I went the de-age route so maybe not quite as much a jackass, but still a jackass nonetheless.

On the matter of a picture for this story. I'm not sure what to use. I mean, I actually have a picture of myself from when I was twelve. Mostly I got it from my friend who found it on the internet and showed me it to embarrass me. It was during that phase you know sporty teens go through to show off their body, so it's basically a shirtless selfie. I'm sure very few of you want to actually see that, but if you want I'll post it.

Anyway, have at it lads. Hopefully, with this my writers block dies off.

What the actual f_u_c_k?

I've literally been awake less than fifteen seconds and already my mood has turned to shit. For one, I freaking woke up to rain drops splattering against my face. Thankfully it was only a a few drops, but what the hell?

Secondly, where the hell am I?

Taking a look around myself all I can see is a massively long dirt road littered with small puddles here and there, well that alongside a wide expansive of grassy terrain and a shit ton of trees.

”How much did I f_u_c_k_i_n_g drink last night?” I wondered out loud.

Last I could remember, I was at a bar, downing some mean shots, chugging down tequila and hitting on this girl with the most insane a_s_s I'd seen up close and personal in a while. I'm pretty sure I was getting somewhere with the chick too, she got a good laugh out of it when I claimed if I bounced a fifty pence piece off her a_s_s it'd hit the moon. Without problem.

To be up front about it, I s_u_c_k_e_d at flirting and sweet talk. But I'd learned how to present myself as a funny guy a while ago, so while most shit I said could sometimes be taken as blatant s_e_x_u_a_l come ons….they kinda worked for me half the time. I have no idea why, I think it's just the confidence I presented while throwing it out there.

It ain't my god damn looks for sure. I'm at best above average looking with a nice dress sense, a five out of ten if there ever was one. Maybe a six if I'm pushing it.

...Well, shorter. I've always been short as f_u_c_k, barely topping five-six by time I hit my twenties and that was while wearing boots.

Weirdly enough, I'm still wearing what I remember wearing to the club, only in miniature. An expensive pair of black timber land boots, my favourite pair of jeans that fasten at the bottom like tracksuit bottoms and have a stretchable waist that ties again like tracksuit bottoms, a sleeveless white hoodie top and over that my favourite jacket a kind of almost leather white jacket with a warm grey undercoat fastened inside, double the zip up baby.

All in these cost me a pretty penny, especially since I'm certain I'm still wearing my black Egyptian silk boxers.

Yeah I'm a vain bastard.

Still no idea where the hell I am though.

Riffling through my pockets, I come to find I've got good and bad luck. Can't find my wallet. Whelp, there goes a good few hundred quid. I did find my phone though.

I had to arc an eyebrow though when I saw it. For one, mine is a decently old phone, bought it over a year ago. A nice looking, easy to use HTC. Not a blemish on it, in fact it looks brand spanking new. A pleasant surprise considering I was playing Fate/Grand Order a few months back while taking a crap and dropped it, cracking the screen.

Am I f_u_c_k_i_n_g hallucinating again? I learned the hard way binge reading fanfiction is bad for you. I binged like two million words at once without sleeping once, I ended up going freaking loopy. Cut myself pretty badly and while my family were freaking out I was all fo waving out off being like, 'Don't worry, Kurama will heal that up for me in to time.'

Yeah, reality and fanfiction kinda got blurred for me for a few days there until I got some proper rest. The blood loss probably didn't help.

But as far as I remember, I've not binge read any fanfiction in a while. How could I? There's hardly anything even worth reading nowadays.

F_u_c_k, it whatever. I shook my head and powered up my phone. Time to check where the f_u_c_k I am.

”What the f_u_c_k?” I said to myself, eyes narrowing as soon as I caught look at my base screen.

There were only two apps there. Last I checked, there were a f_u_c_k ton. The Map was there, and one named Pokedex. When the f_u_c_k did I download a pokedex app? I didn't even know there was one. Even my freaking music folder and player were gone.

I'm starting to get a bad feeling here.

L_i_c_k_i_n_g my lips, nerves suddenly pooling in my stomach I tapped on the map app and brought it up. And then I literally almost dropped it in shock. I say almost, because there was no way I was cracking the shit out of my phone a second time.

I couldn't believe my eyes, I even felt a little faint right then and there.

Because there was the little blue indicator for where I was, right in the middle of a massive road labelled as Route 1. Far behind me, there was a town labelled Pallet Town and a good twenty minutes ahead of me there was another, named Viridian City.

”What the f_u_c_k!” I shouted.

Quickly closing down my map, I opened up the interior folder and to my relief the camera function was still there. Quickly firing it up, I pointed the lens side at me and took a quick selfie.

”Nooooo.” I m_o_a_n_e_d in disbelief as soon as I saw the picture.