Disclaimer: Pokémon is owned by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures Inc. Support games, get the mangas, and forget the anime. This fic is going to be based on the anime (*le sigh*) with some elements from the original games, Takeshi Shuudo's adaptation (Pocket Monster: The Animation), Pokémon Origins, Pokémon Generations, and the mangas (EToP and Adventures). I'll even have some original stuff that I brought into Pokémon Loud Version: Kanto. Thanks, SilverNugget for letting me aid in that project. Like Remnant's Four Shadows, I don't plan to tie this to my multiverse of Project Blackthorn. (Said MC is a warper, but it won't really be too important.) Think of this fic as similar in vein to The Geist Within (but minus the references to the other series.)

Warning: This fic contains the typical reasons that a fic is M-rated and also has dosing of acerbity towards the anime writers and decisions. No character is safe…

The Outsider's Insurrection

Prologue (Part 1)

Chapter 1: Restart and Reboot

Ah, Pokémon. The golden child of gaming and the thing that made people's childhood awesome, including my own. I was born right when the franchise was remaking itself and I got my first taste of it in Gen 3. I took to it well and got into it heavily. This included the anime. I was suckered in when I was young and didn't know better. Even though I was a warper, I should have known better, but I was stupid back then. What's a warper you ask? A reality warper. We're beings who mold the world around us. Not much different from writers in the real world forming new worlds and the like…well except I live in that created world with my own abilities. Now, I was continually pissed at the show, and Kalos was the last straw. I give up and swamped myself into the manga and games. I never did get into the Alolan games, but I guess that didn't matter with what happened to me. Now, my journey began the day I "died". The planet I lived in was attacked. Who did it? It doesn't matter. Some pink demented psychopathic womanchild throwing cupcakes that exploded or some shit. Long story short, those abilities I mentioned had triggered. Now, I was nothing special in the warper community. I was pretty much average in a sea of warpers who could do so much more. I can't say I'm hot stuff compared to the likes of those who could tear apart galaxies with a thought. However…it seems that I was not dying today. All I could remember was seeing my game consoles glowing along with my Pokémon games, my manga bursting into white flames, and being asked if I was ready for a restarted. I said yes, and all I saw was a blinding red and white light… With that, began the end of my old life and the start of a new one…

[Cues: Pokémon Origins OST – Welcome to the World of Pokémon!]

"Hello, there!" A familiar voice said.

Eyes snapped opened looking about to where were they, and only saw a blue void. A white flat sphere appeared and with the source of the voice on it. An older man with gray hair and brown eyes in a lab coat appeared.

"Glad to meet you! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak. People affectionately refer to me as the Pokémon Professor. This world… …is inhabited far and wide by creatures called Pokémon!" Oak said getting a Pokéball out and throwing it reveal an Eevee that landed on his shoulder.

"For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for battling. As for myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. But first, tell me a little about yourself. Now tell me. Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?" Oak remarked.

That triggered a memory when the opinion pinged. Red eyes looked over and hit the male option slowly lifting the headache on his head.

"So, you're a boy. Let's begin with your name. What is it?" Oak asked.

His name? He could not exactly remember what was it…instead he keys in something else.

" Right… So, your name is Crimson. Crimson Ryūseigan." Oak said as an image of another male appeared. "This is my grandson. He's been your rival with the other Pallet kids. His name is Gary! Crimson! Your own very Pokémon legend is about to unfold! A world of dreams and adventures with Pokémon awaits! Let's go!"

Oak vanished and world went white ahead.

[Cues: Lake - Pokémon Diamond/Pearl/Plantium]

Crimson woke up feeling completely confused from what he just witnessed, and then it all hit. The explosion and the attack. Somehow, he survived and, from the look of things, was not even where he used to live anymore. His memory of that time before was completely scrambled. All he could remember was Pokémon, the games he played, the mangas he read, and the anime he watched. His eyes widen as he ran towards the window and opened it. Pallet Town. He was in freaking Pallet Town.

[Cues: Pallet Town - Pokémon Heart Gold & Soul Silver]

He saw in the sights of the small town and he noticed two familiar sights. Oak's Lab…and the Ketchum's house.

"Oh no…no…no…why?" Crimson said muttered closing the window. "Of all the places, why this version?"

Crimson knew he should be grateful to be alive, but he groaned at the sight of the place. Memories came painting a blurry picture, but clear enough at the moment. He looked around the place to see he was now living in a house.

"I used to live in an apartment…the crappy kind. At least, that's changed." Crimson remarked looking around.

He found his game consoles and found much to horror this his Pokémon games were all gone. He realized that whatever he did cost him those games. His manga was still there but looked aged. He would have been sad about it, but he realized he could actually live out his Pokémon games. Travel the world and so on. It was then that he got new memories.

"Most likely I've either recreated myself or ended up in someone's body." He thought before looking to a mirror.

Recreated, no doubt. He still had his light brown skin, his "Black Asian" features, his spiked black hair, and his red eyes were still there. He was currently stood at about five foot six and looked to be a teenager.

"Was I originally this height or this age?" He thought before shrugging it off.

He decided to look for any important documents or new family photos. His memory had triggered again, and he learned a few things. He had parents now only that they both passed away a year ago, he had been by the town as an outlier, and he was one of the lucky few who Oak was giving a Pokémon too. It him again. He realized he was now one of the other two trainers that got a Charmander or Bulbasaur.

"Oh ho, this is going to be awesome." Crimson said darkly. "With my knowledge of that anime, I can take full advantage of it. I'll become one of the world's toughest trainers. One who fights with aura."

"Gastly!"

The ghostly Pokémon floated up the stairs and into his room happily chipper to see Crimson awake. Crimson got another memory that apparently that each parent left him behind a Pokémon. His mother left him a Gastly named Lady Morticia, and his father left him a Sandile named Sir Jett. He would complain that Sandile's not a Gen 1 Pokémon, but he was over the moon he had one at all. He rushed downstairs to find Sir Jett and hugged him. After breakfast, Crimson realized he had a day before his Pokémon journey began (and Pokémon canon?). Getting dressed in plain clothes, he found his new wallet, new keys, and his smartphone. He checked it out realizing from the design that was his from his previous life. He opened it up and noticed an old social media account. The chance to see what he used to be sat there in mind, but Crimson decided to delete the account.

"I could have seen what I used to me, but I don't it needed anymore." He thought. "Well, the world of Pokémon is now my oyster with a new game ahead of me. Might as well leave my old past behind."

Getting Sir Jett and Lady Morticia's Pokéballs into his pocket, he called them up to the door. He was ready to step forward…where everything changes.

Current Team Stats

Player: Crimson

Gastly Lv.10 (Female) (Nickname: Lady Morticia) |Kept in a Dusk Ball|
Ability: Levitate
Nature: Modest Characteristic: Alert to sounds | Prefers drier foods than spicy foods Hatched at Pallet Town

Moves Known: Hypnosis, Lick, Smog, Confuse Ray, Ice Punch, ?

Held Item: -None-

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Sandile Lv.10 (Male) (Nickname: Sir Jett) |Kept in a Dusk Ball|
Ability: Moxie
Nature: Quirky Characteristic: Likes to run Hatched at Pallet Town

Moves Known: Bite, Sand Attack, Thunder Fang, Rage, ?

Held Item: Black Glasses

(A/N: Mirai?! Don't you have enough fics? Yes, but this up was a long time coming. SilverNugget was a bit of an inspiration for this one. I really wanted to make a take on the Pokémon anime as I have an axe to grind against it. Consider this fic, a bit of a counterpart to Pokémon Loud Version is using some of the ideas I offered to him that did not go through. And yes, you'll be seeing Joe and Rusty rather soon. For those who know of my warper antics, no, Crimson's not a Saiyan. He's a bit more like Taeko from Maelstrom of Stardew, empowered human.)

(Edit: Yes, I've edited this chapter to explain what a reality warper is even if it is brief. I do want to point out that is not completely Important as that part was a bit of explanation to why he'd have the tools from the get-go to take the Pokémon world by storm. But I wasn't obvious enough, so I fixed that.)