Chapter Text
Staggering out of the portal the blue Mew, Latias, and Victini created, Ash first spotted the warmth the sun was emitting. For the first time in Ash’s life, he can see the world’s sun shining bright in the clear blue sky. Ash glanced behind him to see the portal had immediately closed, forcing Ash to stay in the time period approximately 150 years in the past. He was not alone in his time travel to the distant past since his trusted partner Pikachu had joined him in this one-way journey. Pikachu was at the moment face-flat on the ground, whining about being roughly shoved by Latias and ended up being slammed on the ground. Gingerly, Ash lifted his face-implemented partner up from the ground and held him against his stomach.
“We’re in the past, Pikachu,” Ash whispered. “The past looked so different...the sun is not blocked by black clouds.”
Pikachu nodded his head while staring at the sky and ground in amazement. Ash petted Pikachu as he walked to the nearest town where he could register as a trainer. Fortunately, he was at the outskirts of a small town. He will need some pokemon to stop the major calamities in the world, such as the Kanto’s weather pattern being disrupted. If he’s lucky, he will find and stop the artificial pokemon an organization known as Team Rocket had created. From the stories he heard from his parents, the artificial pokemon was known as Mewtwo. The pokemon was created to be man’s strongest creations. Hopefully, Ash will have to gain some allies in his journey. He may have to manipulate them and lie straight to their faces, but it is for the greater good of humanity.
As Ash strolled within the small town, he noticed a few odd things. First, children were left unattended outside. There’s little parental supervision for the younger children in the town. He saw a group of kids running together to the man who was selling some type of food item? It looked like shaved ice with different colors of the rainbow, but he could be wrong. There’s not a lot of food options in the future. The settlements rely heavily on gathering food or growing food if your settlements were one of the more hidden ones. Additionally, due to the lack of power, refrigeration was not available for the people of the future. Unless you have an electric-type pokemon, a power source, and an intact frigid, you can’t refrigerate food. The next odd thing Ash noticed was that the people here are too trusting. How could the adults trust others not to abduct their children to fill the void their original dead child had left? How could they trust others not to steal resources? Ash realized that he has a lot to learn about the past and will need to adapt to it fast.
“Hey kid, are you looking for the Professor,” an elderly woman tending to her garden asked out loud.
“That’s where I register to be a trainer, right?” Ash asked back.
“Of course, silly boy,” the elderly woman replied. “He’s back from his trip, so you can continue walking forward for your trainer license.”
“Thank you,” Ash politely smiled as he begins walking again.
It took several minutes to walk to the lab, but Ash was at the front entrance of the lab. Ash hesitantly opens the door of the lab to be greeted by an overly enthusiastic male.
“Come here, the other trainers are here,” the male quickly said as he dragged Ash’s shirt sleeves to the room where the beginning trainers are at. “You don’t want to start your journey late.”
After being dragged to the room, Ash saw several trainers in the room with him. The trainer that got his attention was a boy with auburn hair and black eyes. That may be due to the trainer acting overconfident about his ability to be the best trainer. He also sees a man who appeared to be the professor presenting several pokemon for the trainers’ pick. There were several Charmanders, Squirtles, and Bulbasars presented by the professors. Ash waited for the trainers to select their partner before he spoke up.
“Can I register my Pikachu as my starter,” Ash insisted. “He’s been with me for my entire life sir.”
“Ah, yes,” Professor Oak stated. “What’s your name and town of origin young man.”
“Ash Ketchum and I’m from here,” Ash answered, hoping that the professor will not ask him for the specific town he was born in. He may know some stuff about Kanto but his knowledge about towns was practically non-existence.
“I have never seen you around in Pallet Town,” Professor Oak noted as he registered Ash’s information. “You must be homeschool.”
“Yes,” Ash lied. “That’s the reason you never saw me before today.”
Pikachu gave Ash a blank look as if he was disappointed at how easy it was to trick the professor and how much of a lie Ash’s statement sounded.
“Does your Pikachu have a Pokeball,” Professor Oak inquired.
“No,” Ash hesitantly answered.
Ash saw the professor pulled out a Pokeball and tapped Pikachu with it. Pikachu was immediately involved in light and was in the Pokeball. After Ash heard a click coming from the Pokeball, Pikachu immediately appeared outside of the Pokeball. Ash did not miss the stink eye Pikachu gave to the professor.
“Now your Pikachu is registered as your starter,” Professor Oak clarifies. “If you have any questions, your Pokedex should be able to answer it underneath the help section.”
Ash honestly has no clue what a Pokedex and the red device was given to him made Ash question his ability to navigate in the past. He will forever hold a grudge against the Mew, Latias, and Victini of the future for making him fix humanity’s fuck ups. He knows Pikachu share the same sediment because Pikachu was pouting.
Ash was running across the lush forestry overgrown with vines. The previous settlement he was staying at was overrun by angry pokemon and the rage of the creation trio. Ash had his Pikachu hiding inside of his backpack so his partner will not be left behind. He knows that the majority of the people in the settlement are dead or in the process of dying. As much he feels guilty for leaving the settlement that accepted him, ignoring that they only wanted his connection with the sea temple, he needs to focus on his survival first. He should have known better than to place trust in the three psychic pokemon that visited the settlement. Accepting their proposition in traveling to the past had caused trouble to find them. Now the creation trio is killing everyone associated with their plan to change the past so the future won’t fall ruined.
Ash jumped a fallen log but slammed onto Latias’s back. Before he has an opportunity to reorientate himself, Latias forced Ash to remain attached to her back by using psychic and immediately flew to the sky. Ash couldn’t move as Latias flew at a ridiculous pace. He doesn’t remember how long he was on Latia’s back but he knew that it was for at least several minutes. Eventually, he felt Latias getting closer to ground level before she hastily tosses Ash to the ground. He took a few seconds to groan in pain before he lifted his head front t. He did not expect to see the blue Mew or Victini floating right in front of him.
“You left us to die,” Ash whispered. “You knew that the creation trio was aware of your plan, but yet you failed to inform us about this.”
Ash saw Mew’s frown but no trace of guilt or shame. Victini’s kept his face neutral, but there were no signs of guilt or shame on his face. Latias gave a shrug, but she didn’t appear upset.
“What do you want,” Ash shouted. Pikachu’s head emerged from his backpack, looking a little anxious. “I can’t help you no more.”
Ash found himself forced onto the ground by Victini’s psychic, with his back laying on the ground. He was able to observe Pikachu being forced on the ground, but it was his stomach on the ground. When he saw Mew staring directly into his eyes, he saw a hint of guilt in Mew’s eyes before it was replaced with determination. Suddenly, Ash’s mind was filled with information about a time period that was not his own. He saw images of different disasters, the effects of those disasters, and so many other things Ash does not comprehend. Soon, he saw images of different people telling tales of the pokemon involved in the disasters and general details about the disasters. Slowly, the environment resembles Ash’s current, chaotic environment. He doesn’t know how long it lasted, but soon he no longer saw visions. He was out of breath, and his heart was beating fast.
Mew gave a nod to Victini, and Ash found himself free from the psychic hold. It was when Ash made the startling realization that Mew forcibly projected her memories into him about the past into his mind. She must have done it to Pikachu as well because Pikachu was also out of breath.
“Why are you doing this,” Ash panted as he tries to catch his breath. “The settlement has been destroyed. There is no point in sending us into the past.”
A feeling of dread creeping within as he looked at the three pokemon in front of him. They all had eyes of steel and a face of pure determination. It was at that moment that Ash realized that he no longer has the option to choose. He is going to be forced to follow through with the pokemon’s plan. Even if they must restrain him and pressure him to do what they want. He gave Pikachu a defeated look and sighs. He’s going to be forced to travel into the past alone.