The Pokémon:Isekai

The night had blurred into deep conversations, laughter, and exhaustion from the battle at morning.

At some point, Brock and I must have dozed off at the table because when I woke up, the sunlight was already peeking through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light.

Brock was already awake.

He stood near the small kitchen, setting the table for breakfast. He looked surprisingly energetic for someone who had spent the night slumped over a table. He glanced up when he noticed me stirring.

"Morning." He grinned. "I figured I'd let you rest a little longer."

I groaned slightly, rubbing my face. "Did ı seriously pass out at the table?"

"Oh yeah." He laughed. "Lucy thought it was hilarious." He said.

I glanced outside. The back door was slightly open, and through it, I could hear the sharp commands of a Pokémon battle.

"Charizard, use Slash!"

"Seviper, dodge and counter with Poison Tail!"

I pushed myself up from the chair and stepped closer to the door. Through the opening, I saw Lucy and Jake training.

Jake stood a few feet away from her, his Charizard facing off against Lucy's Seviper. The kid looked focused his tiny fists clenched as he watched their battle unfold.

Lucy, on the other hand, looked relaxed but sharp.

Her Seviper coiled low, its tail gleaming dangerously in the morning light.

I watched for a moment longer before heading back inside.

Brock had already finished setting up breakfast. The table was lined with fresh fruit, some rice, and some eggs. A simple but filling meal that ı was craving for the last days.

"Come on, dig in," Brock said as he grabbed a plate.

We ate in comfortable silence for a while—until Lucy and Jake finally came back inside.

Jake was panting slightly, but his eyes were bright with excitement. "Dad! Did you see that? Seviper almost got us, but we dodged at the last second!"

Brock chuckled, ruffling his hair from his seat. "Good job Jake."

Breakfast carried on with casual conversation, mostly Brock and Lucy talking about past battles and Jake pestering me with questions about what was wrong with Oddy and Aria.

Eventually, though, I knew it was time to leave.

I stood up, stretching slightly. "I should get going. I want to check out the museum before I leave Pewter."

Brock nodded, standing up as well. "Makes sense. They've got some cool stuff there." He said while wawing his hand.

Lucy smiled. "And you'll want to get moving soon if you're heading to Cerulean next. The route is pretty hard while it is also a long walk inside the Mt.Moon."

I turned to Brock and Lucy. "Thanks for the food and the hospitality."

Brock smirked. "Don't mention it. Just don't get cocky because you beat me. Water siblings are pretty good you know!"

Lucy chuckled. "And next time, you should battle me."

*Water sibling did Misty's sisters returned to the gym?* ı though while wawing my hand back to them.

With that, I said my final goodbyes and headed toward the museum.

The morning was bright and cool, the streets of Pewter City still quiet as people slowly started their day.

As I made my way toward the Pewter Museum of Science, Rotom hovered beside me, its screen flickering with quiet interest. The cool morning air carried the distant hum of the city waking up, but what truly caught my attention were the excavation grounds near the museum's entrance.

I slowed my pace, scanning the site.

"These are new," I murmured. Wooden fences encircled large, dug-out pits where workers in protective gear carefully chipped away at ancient stone. Fossil restoration, maybe? It wasn't there when I played the game.

Curious, I stepped inside the museum—only to be stopped immediately by a security guard.

"ID, please," he said in a firm, professional tone.

Before I could even respond, Rotom suddenly let out a loud, excited beep.

[David? Is that you?]

The guard blinked in surprise before his serious expression broke into a wide grin. "Roto? What's up, my man! How are you doing?"

I glanced between them, feeling a little out of the loop. "Wait… you two know each other?"

Rotom spun slightly in the air, its screen lighting up with an amused expression.

[Alex Carter, this is David! He used to work for Professor Cherry, but he got fired.]

David let out a dry laugh, crossing his arms. "Did I get fired, or was it because you nearly burned all the lab down?"

Rotom's screen flickered nervously.

[Hey, hey! If you didn't push me to try that Lighter Form then that wouldn't have happened!]

David shook his head, but he was still smiling. "Yeah? And if you didn't set fire to the damn curtain then the whole room, I'd still have that job."

They both started laughing, reminiscing about what was clearly some disastrous experiment. Meanwhile, I stood there, completely ignored.

Eventually, David turned his attention back to me, giving me a once-over. "And who's this? Your new trainer or something else?"

[This is Alex Carter,] Rotom said, now fully back in 'hype-man' mode. [Professor Cherry gave him a starter, and she insisted I protect him.]

David raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Didn't know miss Cherry was sending trainers out." Then, crossing his arms, he asked, "And you guys are here because…?"

[Alex Carter wanted to visit the museum!] Rotom announced proudly.

They both ignored me again.

I sighed. "I'm… literally standing right here ı can talk for myself..."

David and Rotom kept bickering like old friends, their conversation bouncing between jokes and mild accusations.

I stood there, half amused, half confused.

"So... Can I go in? Or do I need to wait for you two to finish your reunion?" I finally interrupted.

David chuckled, glancing at me. "Yeah, yeah, kid. You can go in. Just don't break anything. Some of the fossils in there are older than your whole bloodline."

Rotom and David keep at talking outside while I stepped inside the Museum.

The moment I walked in, I was hit with cool, conditioned air and the faint scent of old paper and polished stone.

The main hall stretched before me, lined with massive glass cases filled with fossils, meteorite fragments, and ancient Pokémon artifacts.

One particular display caught my eye—a massive fossilized claw, labeled as belonging to an Aerodactyl.

"The ancient predator of the skies..." I read the plaque beneath it.

There was something unnerving about it. The sheer size of the talon, the way it curved, sharp even after millions of years.

I imagined what it would've been like alive, soaring through the skies, hunting-

"Amazing, isn't it?"

A voice startled me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see a woman in a lab coat, glasses perched on her nose, looking at the fossil with admiration.

She had browm hair and brown skin. Her hair tied back messily and carried a clipboard filled with handwritten notes.

"I guess 'amazing' is one way to put it." I glanced back at the fossil. "I was more thinking 'terrifying.'"

She smirked. "That's fair. But there's something beautiful about them too. A creature that ruled the skies, long before trainers, Poké Balls, or even civilization."

"You sound like you've studied them a lot!"

She nodded. "Thats because ı have. Dr. Suzie." She extended a hand. "I mostly help with the fossil restoration projects here."

I shook her hand. "Alex Carter."

Her eyes flickered with recognition.

"Wait... Carter? As in the one of the kids that beat Brock?"

I blinked. "Uh… yeah?"

She grinned. "Hah! That's funny. He's my big bro you know."

"Wait, so you're the sister of Brock?"

She nodded. "Yep. He's the one who got me into studying Pokémon in the first place. He stuck with battling, I went for studying."

She tapped the glass display. "In fact, my team is working on reviving fossils right now. If you're interested, I could show you."

My eyes widened. I had resurrected countless Pokemons in the game, but to see it right in front of me could be so much better than what I had seen in the games.

I smirked. "Please do."

she showed me around as we walked past various fossil displays. Glass tubes lined the walls, filled with preserved skeletal remains—Kabutops claws, Omastar shells, pieces of some ancient armor.

But on the second floor, behind reinforced glass, was where the real magic happened.

Suzie led me forward, stopping in front of a massive glass chamber. Inside, on a suspended metal platform, sat a peculiar fossil—a deep, golden-yellow stone encased in a crystalline structure.

I crossed my arms, staring at it. "So, is this the place?"

"Yep," Suzie said, adjusting her glasses. She leaned forward, peering through the glass. "Looks like we're working on an Old Amber this time!"

My gaze flickered back to the fossil.

"Old Amber..."

The ancient remnant of one of the most feared sky predators to ever exist—Aerodactyl.

A low mechanical whir echoed through the room as the restoration process began.

A robotic arm descended from above, moving with precise, calculated movements. It reached for the Old Amber, claws locking around it like a hunter catching prey.

Then—a flash of light.

The amber glowed brightly, then melted away, revealing the preserved genetic material within.

I watched, breath held, as the next phase began. The machine analyzed the DNA strands, mapping out the genetic structure. A separate system whirred to life—something akin to a 3D printer, except instead of plastic, it worked with biological material.

Piece by piece, bone by bone, the Aerodactyl began to take shape.

First came the skeletal frame, constructed with eerie precision. The elongated skull, lined with razor-sharp fangs, was formed first, followed by the structure of its wings—long, bony, bat-like.

Then came the muscles, fibers, veins—stitched together like a puzzle completing itself.

With each passing second, life was being breathed into a creature long thought extinct.

And I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I watched in fascination as the machine worked its magic, layer by layer reconstructing the Aerodactyl's ancient form.

The glow of the machinery reflected off the glass, making the entire lab look almost otherworldly.

As the final details of the fossil formed, the machine let out a soft beep, and the process moved to its final stage.

The robotic arms shifted, locking into place above the newly reconstructed Aerodactyl fossil. A separate device extended forward, humming with stored energy.

"This part is crucial," Suzie murmured, adjusting her glasses again. "We're about to give it a Max Revive in a fluid way."

I frowned. "Max Revive,that basic?"

She nodded. " I mean Pokécenters also work but we dont have the comfort for it dont we?"

The machine flashed brightly until a yellow liquid surged through the fossil, crackling with electricity.

The bones shifted.

Then—a low, rumbling growl echoed through the lab.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

The fossil's skelaton wings twitched. Its clawed feet flexed. And then, with a sharp inhale—

Aerodactyl's eyes snapped open.

I stumbled back as the creature let out an ear-piercing screech,The entire lab seemed to shake from the force.

I closed my ears before talking. "Uhhh… was it supposed to be that aggressive?"

Sophia let out a little squeek "Yes it is normal since Its still a primal creature!"

The revived Aerodactyl reared up, thrashing against the containment unit. Its eyes were wild, filled with ancient fury.

Lab assistants rushed around, adjusting settings, while some taked out some pokeballs in order to seal it inside.

The Aerodactyl's screams grew sharper, its cries rattling through the steel walls of the lab, shaking the very foundation of the building.

Then, without warning, it collapsed onto the ground, its talons digging into the smooth metal flooring. Its wings curled around itself in a tight cocoon, its body shuddering violently.

A terrible, low rumble rolled from its throat.

I took an uneasy step forward. "What's happening to it?"

Doctor Suzie's fingers gripping the edge of her coat. "I—I don't know! None of the revived Aerodactyls have ever done this!"

The lab assistants, who had been scrambling around stopped in their tracks, their eyes locked onto the fossil Pokémon as if witnessing something unnatural.

The Aerodactyl screeched again, this time lower, more guttural. Its flesh rippled, shifting beneath its skin.

Then, before my very eyes—

Blood and jagged black scales burst from every part of its body.

I staggered back as the creature convulsed, the glossy purple hue of its standard revival form disappearing beneath layers of sharp, jet-black plating. The transformation was so intense that the scent filled the air, the sound of scales tearing through flesh almost sickening.

"Is it evolving?" I breathed, unable to look away.

"No!" Sophia's voice was frantic as she fumbled with her phone. "It's becoming itself!"

My gaze snapped to her. "What the hell does that mean?!"

She barely spared me a glance, her hands shaking as she scrolled through her files. "Alex, listen! For years, we've tried bringing fossil Pokémon back to life, but the versions we revive? They're… incomplete."

I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking between her and the still-transforming Aerodactyl. "Incomplete how?"

"We've only ever managed to recreate their most basic forms—a mere fraction of what they used to be. Think about it! Aerodactyl should have been a Dragon-type! But for some reason, every single one we've revived has been Rock/Flying."

The realization hit me like a truck. "Wait—you're saying this Aerodactyl is... fixing itself?!"

She nodded feverishly, her pupils blown wide with excitement and terror. "Its dragon DNA must be so strong that it's overriding the incomplete revival process—it's forcing itself back to its true form!"

A chilling shudder crawled down my spine.

I wasn't looking at an ordinary Aerodactyl anymore.

The beast let out a final, ear-splitting roar, its wings snapping open, sending a rush of wind through the lab. The glossy black scales now fully covered its entire body, making it look more like a nightmare given flesh than a Pokémon.

Suzie's panic reached a new level as she hurriedly dialed a number. "Professor Alina! You need to get here—now!"

Before she could even hang up, she was already calling someone else. "Mr.David! Bring all the guards—every single one of them! Get to the Revival Facility before this thing—"

A gust of wind ripped through the lab as Aerodactyl lifted its head, its glowing red eyes locking onto the above.

Then, with one powerful beat of its wings—

It took off.

And the glass around itself shattered with it.