The Pokémon:Isekai

I shielded my face, arms raised as shards of glass rained down like a deadly storm. The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of burned metal from the exposed machinery beneath the shattered containment cube.

Beside me, Suzie had done the same, her lab coat fluttering from the sudden rush of wind caused by the Aerodactyl's powerful wings.

The moment the chaos settled, I lowered my arms, my pulse hammering in my ears. I blinked through the settling dust, trying to catch sight of the black-scaled nightmare that had just burst from its artificial shell.

The sound of heavy metal doors slamming open made my head snap toward the far side of the chamber.

Four men in black armor stormed inside with something following them. Their movements swift and practiced. Without hesitation, three of them released their Pokémon while the thing following them followed the other released lights.

Flashes of light illuminated the broken remains of the containment cube.

Two Pikachu.

One Raichu.

And—

My stomach dropped.

Rotom?!

"What the hell is that bastard doing in there?!" I barked, barely able to process its presence among the security forces.

But before anyone could answer, Suzie's voice ripped through the commotion, sharp and commanding:

"GUARDS, DO NOT LET THAT FOSSIL ESCAPE—BY ANY CHANCE!"

From below, one of the armored men touched his ear to speak, his voice steady despite the brewing chaos. "Roger, Miss Suzie!"

Electricity crackled.

"Pikachu, Thunder Wave!"

Two of the guards called out the command in unison, and instantly, the twin Pikachu sprang into action.

They darted up the steel walls, their movements lightning-fast, feet barely making contact before they propelled themselves forward. Then, in perfect synchronization, they launched arcs of crackling energy, yellow lightning twisting through the air like a net aiming to paralyze the creature mid-flight.

The moment the electric attack neared its target—

Aerodactyl's wings snapped downward.

With a single, effortless motion, it rose higher, dodging the attack entirely.

The Thunder Waves collided midair, the twin bolts of electricity clashing against each other before dispersing into nothing.

One of the guards cursed under his breath.

"That lizard's smart," the man with the Raichu muttered, his grip tightening on his Poké Ball. Then, with a firm step forward, he barked, "Raichu, Thunderbolt!"

The Raichu charged up, golden sparks dancing along its sleek fur. Its body tensed, and then—

BOOM!

A blinding streak of electricity shot forward, aimed straight for Aerodactyl's chest.

But—It missed.

The Aerodactyl had already moved, its powerful, battle-worn instincts far sharper than any revived fossil had the right to be.

Aerodactyl hovered in the air for a brief moment, its razor-sharp talons flexing as if testing the air beneath them. Then, with a single, mighty flap, it dove downward like a falling meteor, its red eyes burning with primal fury.

"EVERYONE, PROTECT!" one of the guards roared, his voice nearly drowned out by the rushing wind as Aerodactyl closed the distance in an instant.

But it was too late.

The beast's claws snatched both Pikachu from the air, gripping them tight as it veered back upward, dragging them with it.

"No! Pikachu, use Discharge!" one of the trainers cried out in desperation.

The moment the words left his mouth, the two trapped Pikachu flared to life, their small bodies igniting with electricity, golden sparks crackling wildly as they pushed their limits.

Then—they let loose.

A violent surge of lightning erupted, arcing through Aerodactyl's claws and straight into its armored body, the sheer force of the attack sending shockwaves through the air.

The dragon screeched, its black-scaled body convulsing as the electricity coursed through it, but it didn't let go.

Instead—it started going higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Until the ceiling was almost within reach.

Then, in a terrifying display of strength—

Aerodactyl released the Pikachu's.

For a fleeting second, they were weightless, suspended in midair.

Then—

CRACK.

Its whip-like tail lashed forward, striking the helpless Pikachu and sending them hurtling toward the ground.

I watched in horror as the two tiny bodies plummeted, their electric glow flickering out as gravity seized them.

"PIKACHU!!"

The guards sprinted toward their fallen Pokémon as the two crashed against the metal floor, skidding several feet before coming to a stop, their small bodies twitching in pain.

Aerodactyl, now free of its captives, let out a thunderous roar, its wings flaring wide.

But while it was drunk on his victory the air hummed with energy.

Raichu spun in a tight circle, its sleek body moving with practiced precision. Each step sent ripples of power through the floor, and above, the very air began to shift because of him. (Rain Dance)

Clouds gathered around the museum, thickening unnaturally fast as darkness swallowed the ceiling. Then—with a deep groan of machinery—the ceiling split open, revealing the gray sky above.

Thunder rumbled.

Lightning flickered within the storm, its jagged veins crawling hungrily across the heavens, waiting to be called upon.

And Aerodactyl knew.

This was its last chance.

With a single, mighty beat of its wings, the black-scaled dragon shot upward, its powerful form silhouetted against the crackling storm above.

"Roto, are you ready?!"

One of the guards turned toward the hovering Rotom, whose usual mischievous smile was nowhere to be seen. Its normally bright, cheerful form glowed ominously, its eyes narrowed in cold determination.

[Full power!]

"Roger!"

The guard pressed a finger to his earpiece. "Miss Suzie! Permission to use full power?!"

From the second floor, Dr. Suzie hesitated.

For a brief moment, her glasses reflected nothing but the chaos below—the fallen Pikachu, the thrashing Aerodactyl, the violent storm brewing overhead.

Then, she made her decision.

"Permission granted."

She turned toward me, eyes sharp. "Alex, we need to go! Now!"

Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist, dragging me away from the railing.

"But—why! that old dragon is still here?" I shouted, struggling to keep up as she pushed me inside a big box like safe together with her.

"Yeah, it is here for now! But if we don't move, we won't be here anymore either! The guards have a armor that protects them but we dont! " she snapped, her voice tight with urgency.

The Aerodactyl was reaching to the roof.

And the storm answering the call.

"Raichu! / Rotom! Full Power—"

"THUNDER!!"

A deafening explosion tore through the sky.

Lightning descended in a single, blinding pillar, slamming into Aerodactyl's body mid-flight. The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, rattling the entire museum and blowing out every light in the building.

For a heartbeat—everything was silent.

Then—BOOM!

A final detonation sent a cloud of dust and fire surging through the air, engulfing the rooftop in a blinding inferno.

The guards shielded their eyes.

The machines shut down for a moment before starting again.

The only thing left—

Was silence.

Aerodactyl…Was gone?

A heavy silence hung over the ruined laboratory, broken only by the distant crackling of burnt-out circuits and the faint groans of exhausted Pokémon.

David, his helmet tucked under his arm, surveyed the destruction with a grimace. "Man… I'm so fired."

Rotom, its usual mischievous spark dimmed, flickered slightly as it hovered beside him. [I think you're good, David.] It twitched, clearly drained from the overwhelming energy it had just unleashed.

Nearby, Raichu stumbled like a drunkard, swaying unsteadily before collapsing onto its trainer, who had already passed out against the wall. Sparks danced weakly along its orange fur, a far cry from the raw power it had unleashed mere moments ago.

David let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head. "I might be 'good,' but I sure as hell don't have hope. Eh looking from the good side we battled back to back like old times." His eyes swept over the destroyed containment cube—now a mangled wreck of steel and shattered glass—before he let out long low whistle.

From the second floor, I watched in shock, my hands gripping the hot ıron railing so tightly my knuckles turned white as ı got out of the safe. Suzie, standing beside me, took in the wreckage with a calculating gaze.

Then—the lab doors burst open.

A tall woman with lab clothes strode inside, her presence like a sudden gust of ice-cold wind. Her long black ponytail, streaked with red and yellow highlights swayed behind her as she walked with precise, controlled steps. Sharp eyes scanned the room behind a pair of black rectangular glasses.

The moment Suzie saw her, she froze.

Then, as if realizing something terribly important, she bolted forward.

"P-Professor Alina! Hahaha! What a—what a nice surprise?!" she stammered, her nervous laughter ringing hollow in the wreckage-filled lab.

Alina's gaze snapped to her with chilling precision.

"Suzie." Her voice was cool and clipped, like a scalpel slicing through the air. "You called me and you said it was urgent." She adjusted her glasses, eyes narrowing. "What happened here?"

Suzie opened her mouth, then immediately shut it again. A few awkward seconds passed before she let out another forced laugh, clearly floundering.

"Hahaha—did I? Ahh, my bad! I just… I just don't know what to say," she admitted, finally giving up on pretending.

Alina's gaze sharpened. "Please talk."

Suzie exhaled, glancing at the ruined containment cube before choosing her words carefully.

"The serum. The one you gave us." She hesitated, then continued. "It worked wonders on the fossil Pokémon."

Alina's eyes flickered with interest.

Suzie pressed on. "The Aerodactyl grew scales. Not just any scales—but the exact kind we've found and read in the ancient inscriptions at the Ruins of Alph."

I blinked. Wait, what serum?! She never mentioned that to me.

Alina's reaction was immediate. Her cold demeanor cracked, replaced with barely contained excitement.

"And where is it?!" She stepped forward, scanning the room as if expecting to see the creature still present. "Tell me!"

Suzie hesitated.

Then, lowering her voice, she muttered, "That's the bad news."

Alina's face darkened.

Suzie sighed. "We… couldn't control it. It destroyed its containment and—" she took a breath, "it didn't survive. It destroyed itself..... "

I had to fight the urge to react.

That was a lie. A carefully crafted one.

We had no idea where it was since it leaved no trace behind itself. So I though it either ran away or turned into a dust and Suzie must have thought the same as me.

But judging from the way Suzie deliberately avoided looking at the guards, it was clear she was covering for them in order to save them from getting fired.

Alina went silent.

For a long, tense moment, she simply stared at Suzie, eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite place. Disappointment? Frustration? Calculation?

Then—slowly—her gaze drifted to me.

"And who," she said, voice laced with thinly veiled annoyance, "might you be?" she asked to me.

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Beyond the smoke, past the shattered glass and crackling embers—

A big shadow crawled.

A massive, scorched figure dragged itself across the earth, its charred wings tattered, its scales almost burned but not destroyed.

It moved with silent determination, its crimson eyes barely flickering as it disappeared into the rocky horizon.

Towards Mount Moon.