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You sit up with a jolt, energy coursing through your veins. After taking a few deep breaths, you look around. You're in a room, but it definitely isn't yours.

You are sitting in a dark red bed in the corner of the room. To your right, there's some stairs leading downwards, a dresser, a bookshelf, and a flatscreen TV with a Wii sitting in front of it. Across from you sits a computer sitting on a clean white desk. And at the foot of the bed, there is a table with a blue and green present sitting on top. All in all, a pretty nice room.

Your attention turns to yourself. If your room isn't the same, are you? You tentatively feel your hair, then your face. Well, I feel like myself. You look down at your clothes. You're wearing light red pajamas with a white flame symbol pattern.

You carefully get out of bed and tiptoe over to the TV to further study your appearance, peering at your reflection in the empty screen. You look like... you! You let out a sigh of relief. Thank gosh, because I would not have been okay with body switching on top of all this.

That makes you think. What is all this? You search your brain for answers. All you can remember is flashing lights and a strange pain in your chest. The pain's mostly gone, but there's still a dull ache. Looking around the room, you decide that the best thing to do right now is to go outside and look for answers.

But you can't just go outside in your pajamas! Opening the dresser, you see an outfit was laid out for you.

A warm red jacket with cream accents.

A white shirt with a black and red Poké Ball logo.

A pair of leggings with red and cream horizontal stripes, matching the jacket.

A pair of shiny black shoes that seem like they'd be hard to run in.

A red bandanna the same shade as the leggings with a black and white flame symbol pattern.

After getting dressed, you check your reflection again in the TV screen, since there were no mirrors. Hmm. Looks good - Wait... You frowned at the screen. Haven't I seen this outfit before?

Suddenly, an image of a pixelated lookalike fills your mind. You clutch your head in pain. The game! You thought this was some sort of weird dream, but clearly, your pounding headache disproves that. What's going to happen to me? How did I get here? Am I ever going to see my family again? Will I forget about them? Did I already forget? Oh, please don't let this be real... A whirlwind of anxiety-induced thoughts spins through your brain, wrecking every other thought in its path. Calm down, Y/N. Calm down, Y/N.

Y/N.

Y/N.

"Y/N!" A voice calls from across the room. You look up in surprise. "Are... you okay?" A familiar black-haired boy stands near the stairs, a hand slightly reaching in your direction and worry etched on his face.

You fall back, yelping in surprise. Curling yourself up into a ball, you begin to hyperventilate. So it's true... I must be in the world of Pokémon. But how? Why me?

    Your brain searches for any information it has on your surprise visitor. His name is Cheren. He's in the game I was playing - Pokémon Black 2. He's wearing a different outfit. He has glasses. Where did he get the glasses? Are these the first games? Why can't I remember anything?!

You flinch as a hand touches your back. "Y/N!" You look up at Cheren's face, your thoughts racing far ahead of your common sense.

You smile shakily up and wave at your soon-to-be rival, who looks confused by your sudden change in mood. In reality, you're definitely still freaking out, but trying to act chill because you know he's smart, and if you keep acting suspicious, he'll figure out something's up.