Adam was never a great person in life but he wasn't evil or anything remotely.
Unless you count the many romantic relationships he helped ruined. It was never on purpose and if asked they hit on him.
Still he was was still an overly confident red blooded male that fuck around and do what he wanted.
And that was where the fun began.
Until he got killed by unknown means and now is in the Pokemon world.
He wasn't even that much fan of the series. Sure he shipped Ash with every girl he travelled with and like some of the designs a little too much for his liking.
It's not like internet disagrees with Adam choices and some even convinced him. There's the obvious choices and some that frankly worry him a bit.
Than again harem anime has eroded his credibility by a lot. To watch those anime you have to turn offf your brain and slowly be desensitized to the sus shit until one your buddies (fuckhim) points the out the sus activity.
To Love Ru was ruined for Adam that day.
Anyway the long story short thank all fuck that girls in this world followed rule 34 art and don't look like a bunch of jails baits.
Too bad he about to die again.
"Get him to the ICU, quickly. His nerves are flaring."
Adam wished that he would pass out the from the pain. Anything better than this. He'll getting pegged would be better…
Nah nope Adam is Adam and like every other Chad he is always on top.
Going through puberty again and failed miserably at controlling hormones. He wasn't bad like Rudus but he wasn't paying attention and next thing he knows Serena who like game counterpart with those hips of hers, Yellow, Blue (a fucking bitch), and Ashley who was a girl in region wanted to experiment since Gary's dumbass was fighting with Leaf and Giselle all the time.
In this world people began their Pokemon journey at the age of 15 and years of anime in the 90s match's the description of what a fucking fifteen year old looks.
Japan you have problems no matter how many times Adam rewatched 90s anime barely any girls looks like a teenager. A core memory is Kogme wearing the jewel necklace in the water…
And Adam folded because those girls are way smarter than him or years just borderline harem protagonist shenanigans and blue balls just weared on his soul.
How in the ever loving fuck did Rito not snap? Adam understands the Kiss x Sis protagonist so much better now. He had morals and resilience at the start but man is the fall off crazy.
So once you turned fifteen and pass the Pokémon Trainer Examination. Adam had barely managed to scrap through the writin portions, though the practical ones were an all-out-blaze.
After all, who needed boring bitch made tactics when he can have a Pokemon beat the living shit out the other with overly whelming fire power fire and run faces like Broly?
"His heart rate is beating too fast! Fuck now he is going into shock. Fetch the Max Potion immediately! Now where the fuck is the Machamp blood infusion?!"
The day was going wonderfully smooth for him. The starter he was going to was Charmander but every boy dream is have a pet dragon. After all, besides the overrated fat mouse, the orange fire-breathing lizards were the ones that evolved into the powerful pseudo-dragons of Kanto. Of course, the evolved versions of the other starters, namely Venusaur and Blastoise, were undeniably powerful in their own way, but nothing beat the awesomeness that was Charizard.
Ash (the boy version) is one of the goats but fuck the fan base he should have evolved Pikachu long ago. Also he got sick of the dude in Sinnoh but he would love the male version. The female version acts like Kelfa on steroids.
The girl got weak from watching Adam and Gary beat the tar out of each during MMA class. Certified fight nut.
Adam Yhwach, born to a single mother who was far too attractive and has the world's most weird festish ever! The woman wants ten different kids from ten fathers. Thanks to information that worse than the pain he is feeling right now. Calypso Yhwach got her wish explained all of it to Adam who wasn't sure why she would tell him this.
Exactlly the part where she literally got pregnant ten times in the same year. To afforded being a single mother and possibly winning court cases after court cases because that house of their is way too good for Pokemon Assistant for Professor Oak.
She along with Delia who Adam is for sure having a sapphic relationship with his mother for Professor Oak. It's where the love Pokemon battles and watching Lance Wataru, the Pokémon Champion of Kanto and Johto regions, the most powerful Dragon Master in the world began for Adam. The man had aura like Micheal Jackson.
People legitimately faint in his presence and Adam swore he would be better than that man and have his dragons fend off the three Japanese like succubus and down bad French baddies he calls for friends.
Don't even get started on Goh or Chole. Or at least, that was the plan.
"Chansey, Use Heal Bell. Ampharos, we need to stabilize the excess flaring of his nerves."
Three hours earlier…
"Adam as duty as chairman of Pokemon Professor Guild I have obituary sense of freedom and duties. Many and I mean many months ago when this request was taken I agreed. So , I uh… had to give away some of the Kanto starters to Professor Sycamore of Kalos. Maybe if you could wait the next month.
Adam stared at like he told him that Beyoncé is mid. Normally he would say 'aight bet I can wait' and go back to his door avoiding his sisters, aunts, and why the hell does he have so many female relatives that barely resemble him!? And play video games until the month is over.
But the said Adam is very much a 90s American raised, old fashioned born man which do one thing and one thing only:
They make really dumb decisions.
Adam for his infinite wisdom refuses to acknowledge that he is pretty henpicked by his female childhood friends. He shares this trait with Gary.
Adam glared at man feeling wrong. "Da fuck old man?! Do ya realize what ya have done?!" I refuse to be left behind.
All Adam received was stare mixture of deadpanned and guilt. "I told you not to make that bet."
"Fuck off!"
It all started when Adam and Gary lost another game of strip poker with the girls. The boys swore they must be cheating because they never won a single hand.
Adam suspected Blue had a hidden deck up her sleeve, and Gary was ninety percent sure Serena could read minds—or maybe just read them, which was worse.
"Geez, boys. Another game lost to your betters?" Blue smiled devilishly, the brunette beauty aiming her words at Gary, who already looked like he was waiting for the verbal beatdown.
"Why do you never learn?" Ashley added, her tone dripping mock sympathy as she flicked one of her cards onto the pile.
"Because someone keeps cheating!" Adam barked, leaning forward like he was about to cross-examine them. "You expect me to believe Serena pulls three full houses in a row by luck?"
Serena smirked. "It's not luck, Adam. It's called skill. Maybe look it up before the Trainer Exam."
"Cute," Adam said, leaning back. "You do know battle skill and poker aren't the same thing, right?"
Blue raised a brow. "Both involve strategy. You wouldn't understand."
Gary rolled his eyes. "Oh please. You talk strategy, but half the time you just psych people out."
"Which works," Blue shot back. "You two talk big, but when the Pokémon League opens next year, we'll see who's still running home to mommy after Brock stomps your team."
Adam frowned. "You think I'm losing to a dude who wears a vest and no undershirt? Nah, I'm built different."
Blue's grin widened — a predator spotting prey. "You sure about that, Adam? Because I'm feeling a little competitive tonight."
"Oh boy," Ashley muttered.
Serena leaned in, eyes gleaming. "How about a little wager then?"
Gary glanced at Adam. "Here we go…"
Serena tapped the table with one finger. "Simple bet. When we all start our journeys — first one to reach the Pokémon League wins. Losers have to do whatever the winners say for a whole month."
Adam scoffed. "That's it? Easy. You're on."
Gary shot him a look. "Bro, wait—"
"Too late," Blue cut in. "You heard him. Deal's sealed."
Ashley smirked. "Don't act like we didn't warn you. We've been studying for the Trainer Exam since spring."
Serena added, "And training at the dojo in Celadon on weekends."
Adam blinked. "You've been what?"
Gary groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Adam, we just got hustled."
Blue smiled sweetly, stacking her cards. "Aw, don't worry. You'll get plenty of practice… fetching us snacks after class."
Adam pointed at her. "If I lose this bet, I'm blaming you."
"You should blame your overconfidence," she said, voice pure mockery. "But sure, I'll take the credit."
"Fine," Adam said, standing up, chin high.
"I'll make it to the League before any of you. And when I do, you're all gonna eat your words."
Serena crossed her arms. "Talk's cheap, champ. Let's see how you do when you actually get your first Pokémon."
Gary sighed but couldn't help grinning. "Guess we're all in now."
Blue extended her hand. "Bet sealed?"
"Bet sealed," Adam said, shaking it without hesitation.
The girls shared a look — the kind of silent, knowing look that said oh, they have no idea what they've just signed up for.
End of flashback…
"Yo professor, can't you do anything?" Adam pleaded. Gary learned what the girls are planning and losing is not an option.
Seriously why are the girls in this universe so down bad and unhinged?
Oak rubbed his chin, that usual "thinking professor" face settling in.
"Come to think of it," he said slowly, "there is a Pokémon left. But…" He hesitated, eyes flicking toward Adam. "I'm not sure giving it to you would be a good idea."
Adam blinked. "Huh?"
Oak sighed. "It's not about you—"
"Sure feels like it's about me," Adam cut in. "You just said it like I'm about to commit arson with a Poké Ball."
The old man gave him a look that said you might. "This Pokémon has… a difficult temperament. It's stubborn, hot-headed, unpredictable."
Adam's grin spread slow and sharp. "Sounds like my kind of partner."
"I'm serious," Oak said, tone firm. "It doesn't obey easily. Even I've had trouble keeping it under control."
Adam crossed his arms. "Professor, with all due respect—nah, actually, with no respect—if you think a 'difficult' Pokémon's gonna scare me off, you don't know me at all."
Oak frowned, clearly regretting every decision that led to this conversation. "Adam, you're fifteen."
"And already built different," Adam shot back. "So unless you're saying I can't handle it—which, by the way, sounds like fear—just give me the Poké Ball."
The Professor groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You remind me of Green when he was ten."
"Gary's dad wishes he was this confident," Adam muttered.
Oak looked skyward, muttering something about early retirement, then gestured toward the back of the lab.
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Follow me."
Adam smirked. "That's what I like to hear."
[xXx]
"Vitals are stable the procedure is going well. Nurse bring the patient out of surgery."
The rodent?
Every living soul on the planet — fan or not — knew what a Pikachu was.
Adam had been expecting something cooler. Maybe a rogue Spearow from the forest, or a scrappy Nidoran, hell, even a Rhyhorn if the universe really hated him. Anything with some bite. But Pikachu? Seriously?
He wasn't even mad — just disappointed. Pikachu weren't exactly popping up in Kanto every other day. Usually, they nested in flocks near Mount Mortar or way out by Chrysanthemum Island. The fact that he even remembered that proved how deep his Pokémon knowledge went. Nobody normal memorized that stuff.
Still… Pikachu?
Sure, they evolved from the cute-but-useless Pichu, and when they stopped being walking plush toys, Pikachu could throw down. Fast, tricky, adaptable. Give them a Thunder Stone, and they'd turn into a Raichu — one of the strongest electric types around.
But they weren't Charmanders. They weren't dragons.
Adam didn't say it out loud, but it burned in his head. Pikachu wasn't the dream. Pikachu was the reminder that he was already one step behind Gary and the girls.
The choice should've been easy — take what's offered or wait forever. And with the bet hanging over his head? No way in hell was he waiting.
"So, what'll it be, Adam?" Oak asked, pointing toward the yellow menace currently chewing on live wires like a lunatic. Sparks flew. Literally.
Adam sighed. "Yeah, fine. I'll take it." He forced a grin that didn't reach his eyes.
Oak gave him a look that screamed this is your funeral. "If you wish. But don't expect it to obey you. Pikachu can be… difficult."
Understatement of the year.
Adam woke up 12 days later with a bunch of new scars.
From what the doctors said, he'd been fried by the rodent. The thing had blasted him so hard his nerves short-circuited. His muscles locked up, he spasmed, passed out, and apparently stopped being a functional human being for three days straight.
Oak's Alakazam had to psychically lock his body down just to keep him alive while the med team figured out how not to let him die twice. A few cutting-edge medical experiments later (translation: he was a science project), he finally came to.
Adam is just glad he not dead again. The first time was unexpected. The second time was even more unexpected. The third time thank God it was avoided.
Gary was probably flexing two badges by now. Blue, Serena, Ashley — all of them probably halfway across Kanto, catching rare Pokémon while he was stuck here, stewing in regret.
"Adam?"
The voice dragged him back to reality. Oak stood at the doorway, lab coat crisp, face guilty.
"Professor." Adam's voice came out rough, halfway between tired and irritated.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I wrestled Zapdos and lost," Adam muttered, trying to sit up.
Oak sighed. "I'm sorry about what happened."
Adam frowned. "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who wanted the thing."
"I should've known better," Oak said quietly. "I should never have given you that Pikachu."
Adam snorted. "It's not like you handed me a ticking bomb. Okay, technically you did, but still."
Oak shook his head. "I should've trusted my instincts. That Pokémon wasn't ready for a partner."
"What happens to it now?" Adam asked, voice cooling.
Oaks smile darkly and had him two electric pills. Adam shook his head. This Pokemon world is very different from the media he knows. It seems to follow more of the early anime and Asian culture. Fuck there Christmas here. Here you can cultivate Pokémon with certain items, food and training methods. One such method is feeding Pokémon, utter Pokémon.
The Pikachu has been turned into electric orb pills. Orbs pills are made from Pokémon that have been murked. The elemental energy is stored in these orbs and helped develop, refine, cultivate, and form a Pokémon's elemental core. This core is what allows Pokemon to do the bullshit that they do,
Looking at the pills closely they are a solid color which that Pikachu had a strong electric type elemental core.
A core and pills are categorized by color: Dark, Solid, and Light. Size also matters but the pebbles sized pills Adam is worth 10 million dollars alone.
Thank fuck this world has the US currency instead of yen. Americans make everything so simple.
Sadly Pikachu attacked Adam with lethal intent. Bro is cooked the moment Adam was attacked. Also by the damage on Oak's coat. Adam is sure that his relatives were not happy.
Making cultivation items is very difficult and extremely expensive to make. It's why Pokémon Breeders make millions on their expertise and research.
"Well at least my starter is being used for something…"
"Adam," Oak said firmly, "that Pikachu wasn't your starter. It was a mistake — my mistake."
Adam rubbed his face. "Yeah, well, your mistake fried my brain. And since you said the next batch of starters isn't coming anytime soon, that means I'm grounded before I even leave town."
Well looks like I'm boned… God if you're hangin' out with Arcues than I have two words for ya:
Fuck you!
Oak hesitated, then a faint smile tugged at his lips. "True… but I might have a way to fix that."
Adam narrowed his eyes. "Professor, every time you say that, something explodes."
"Not this time," Oak said. "As genuine apologies and blackmail from your mother, sisters, and many other quite frankly horrific details that I will take to my grave. Aside from the obvious standard kit and the your Poké-Note" The old man let out an laugh at Adam face and him defending that notebooks are great.
The Poké-Notebook are presented in the style of a sketch-book in sketch formats, simplistic images often on a lined background. The theme relays heavily into the hand-drawn notebook of a heavy-metal high schooler.
The notebook is slightly modernized with sound effects, music, and little animation all researched by Adam…
Well mostly Goh and Marie Joy who did the research. Adam is genius at how a Pokémon can fight in all mock battles he ever had but holy damn the teen is bad at researching anything. His tech ends with: "Where the power button" while looking at it for hours than manages to press it on accident.
"You will also receive two Pokémon from me, not the one that most trainers start with. These Pokémon will be your companions for the rest of your journey, and the ones that know you best. It will be up to you which one you receive first. Due to unforeseen circumstances, you will be assigned a set of Pokémon, not simply given a chance to chose."
Adam blinked. "Wait, two? You serious?"
Oak nodded, expression returning to that thoughtful, dangerous calm he got whenever he was about to do something morally questionable. "These Pokémon will be your companions for the rest of your journey — the ones that will know you best. Which one you meet first will depend on your readiness."
Adam tilted his head. "So I don't get to pick?"
"Not this time," Oak said. "Given… recent events, you'll be assigned a set rather than choosing one. Consider it a precaution. And a test."
Adam leaned back, smirking. "A test, huh? Fine by me. Just don't give me another suicidal electric gremlin."
Oak's only response was a knowing, too-calm smile.
Adam frowned. "…You're totally giving me another suicidal electric gremlin, aren't you?"
Oak didn't answer — which was answer enough.
[xXx]
#633 — Deino
The Irate Pokémon
Height: 2'07"
Weight: 38.1 lbs
Gender: Male
Ability: Hustle — Trades accuracy for raw hitting power. A glass cannon with teeth. Hustle increases the ability-bearer's Attack by 50%, however, it also reduces the Accuracy of all Physical moves by 20%.
Nature: Adamant: The muscles in the body are 10% stronger than the average of its species. Which is ass because this line is a special attacker.
Description:
A small, dark-blue quadruped dragon completely covered in shaggy fur. Its face is hidden by a black fringe thick enough to block its vision. Deino can't actually see; it navigates by sound, smell, and sheer nerve.
Bites everything that moves. Or doesn't. People say it's mean, but honestly, it's just trying to understand the world one bite at a time. That said, its jaw strength could turn a wrench into scrap metal — note to self: stop testing this.
When feeding, it prefers meats high in iron or protein-heavy berries. Exposure to "Dark-type cores" from other Pokémon is known to accelerate its growth. Not recommended unless you have money to burn or a death wish.
Biology:
Despite its size, Deino's muscles are absurdly dense. The species relies on sound and scent to map its environment. Its fur is resistant to most forms of energy attacks, and its jaw strength ranks top among small Pokémon.
Moves (Scaned):
Tackle – Basic rush attack, body-first, no fear.
Bite – Its bread and butter. Crunch power is ridiculous for its size.
Dragon Rage – Emits unstable draconic energy in short bursts; overheats quickly.
Focus Energy – Increases aggression and precision briefly. Triggered by frustration.
Head Smash – A reckless, high-damage charge that could break walls. Or itself.
Dark Pulse – Projects dark-type energy from its mouth. Controlled bursts of raw negativity.
Screech – Emits piercing sound waves to lower defense. Causes headaches. Works.
Core Analysis:
Cores: Dark / Dragon / Normal / Rock
Core Grade: Dark (Stage I)
The Dark Core is the most devolved with the Dragon Core. The Normal and Rock Core are underdeveloped.
#714 — Noibat
The Sound Wave Pokémon
Height: 1'08"
Weight: 17.6 lbs
Gender: Female
Ability: Infiltrator — Bypasses defensive barriers like Light Screen, Reflect, and Safeguard. Basically ignores the rules and flies right through your setup.
Nature: Timid — Heightened adrenal response and sensitivity to noise. Heart rate spikes at sudden motion or sound, but recovery is fast. Exhibits avoidance behavior in unfamiliar spaces until trust is established. The lighter muscle composition matches this temperament — built for speed, not endurance.
Description:
Noibat's body is lightweight, designed for maneuverability rather than strength. Its ears are enormous — practically radar dishes — able to pick up the faintest vibration from a mile away. It uses ultrasound waves to navigate dark spaces and disorient foes.
Unlike most bat Pokémon, Noibat isn't nocturnal by choice; its oversized ears are so sensitive that sunlight can overload its senses. Keeps to shaded areas, caves, and anywhere echo-friendly.
When feeding, it drains fruit for juice — not blood — though that doesn't stop it from scaring the hell out of people at night. It communicates through layered squeaks that double as emotional signals: soft trills for calm, sharp bursts for anger.
Biology:
Hollow bone structure optimized for airflow. The wings' musculature is lean but tightly woven, maximizing vibration control. Each wingbeat produces micro-pressure shifts that help maintain balance even in turbulent air.
Its inner ear canals contain layered cartilage rings — almost like a built-in equalizer — allowing Noibat to control how much sound reaches its eardrums. Neural readings show advanced sound processing, suggesting echolocation data is mapped directly to spatial memory. Basically, it "sees" with its brain.
Moves (Scanned):
Tailwind – Whips up a backdraft that boosts speed for itself and nearby allies.
Tackle – Basic collision strike. Not strong, but fast enough to catch you off guard.
Screech – Emits an ultrasonic wave that lowers defenses. Painful to be near.
Supersonic – Disruptive frequency that scrambles opponent senses. Works best in close quarters.
Defog – Clears obstacles, mist, and environmental interference with a sharp air pulse.
Dragon Rush – Channels draconic energy for a ramming attack. Rare among unevolved flyers — suggests a strong dragon lineage.
Core Analysis:
Cores: Flying / Dragon / Normal
Core Grade: Light (Stage I)
The Flying Core is dominant, pulsing with consistent kinetic energy output. The Dragon needs work and the Normal is mid.
"Alright old man you are officially forgiven!" Adam Yhwach said taking the Pokéballs and start his quest on becoming a master dragon trainer!