Pokemon Scientist

Truth be told, if Allen were just a little older—or at least able to hear what was being discussed—he might have been able to piece things together, connecting the dots based on the countless scenarios stored in his mind.

He couldn't help but find this routine familiar. Because for someone like him, this wasn't just an unusual situation. In fact, it wasn't strange at all—if anything, it was almost too familiar.

Isekai.

A mysterious past. An unknown family. A seemingly random yet significant discovery.

Cliché? Absolutely.

Unfortunately, Allen was far too young to do anything about it. Babies needed plenty of sleep, and he was no exception to that unbreakable rule.

"Check again. Expand the investigation to Eterna City and request police cooperation as well," Professor Carolina instructed firmly.

The assistants nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation, and quickly set off to carry out their tasks.

The day started like any other.

For Allen, life as a newborn was monotonous. Restless and curious, he wriggled in his crib, his tiny hands reaching out to grasp at nothing. His world was still a blur—filled with indistinct shapes and muffled sounds.

The most excitement he experienced came from brief moments of contact with the people around him—people whose faces he couldn't yet see clearly but whose touches and voices he had already come to recognize.

If he heard a gentle humming, he knew it was his sweet grandma.

If something lightly scratched and prickled his cheek, he guessed it was likely the old grandpa.

There was also a third voice—gentle yet firm—and sometimes he heard the distant sound of another baby crying.

"...?"

These four voices had firmly settled in his mind, creating the core of his limited understanding.

Amid this, there was one solid piece of clarity: his name—Allen.

It echoed faintly in the fog of his young thoughts, like a small anchor in the confusion. Every time they cooed or called him by name, it brought a flicker of recognition, offering a momentary break from the hazy blur around him.

Nevertheless, whenever he tried to focus beyond his name or make sense of anything more, his thoughts became muddled. The effort left him exhausted, and soon sleep would reclaim him, dragging him back into the comforting haze of his world.

His young mind wasn't ready for more just yet. For now, his name and them was enough.

Time passed, and gradually, Allen's vision began to clear.

The world felt too bright, too detailed. His newborn brain struggled to process the flood of new information, but despite the occasional dizziness, he couldn't deny the thrill of discovery. For the first time, he could truly observe the world he had been born into.

Six months had passed since Allen arrived in Celestic Town, marking his first existence in this strange world.

He spent his days in peaceful simplicity. With no responsibilities, all he had to do was eat, sleep, poop, sucking thumb and engage in the occasional baby noise or finger-grabbing routine.

By this time, his brain, eyes and ears had developed significantly, allowing him to better process and observe the world around him.

He could now crawl, though he couldn't cover much distance. Still, the fact that he could move at all felt like a major accomplishment.

On this particular day, Allen's boredom reached new heights. He squirmed in his crib, his tiny legs kicking rhythmically with his increasing restlessness.

With a determined grunt, he finally managed to flip onto his belly—a feat that felt monumental to him. However, this momentous event was suddenly interrupted by a startling occurrence.

A face appeared at the edge of his crib, close enough that he could almost feel the warmth radiating from it.

With his mouth agape in shock, Allen watched as his poop dried and crumbled, turning into dust. It was something he had never expected to see.

A humanoid feline Pokémon with antennae that had bulbous tips where its ears should be. It was covered in yellow fur with numerous black stripes, a large V-shaped stripe adorning its forehead. He could even imagine a lightning bolt-shaped stripe on its chest peeking out from behind the crib.

"Aiyah!" (Electabuzz!)

'Electabuzz, Electric Pokémon,' Allen recalled. 'Normally found near power plants, they can wander away and cause major blackouts in cities. Its body constantly discharges electricity. Getting close to it will make your hair stand on end!'

Allen 's memory flooded back, and he was taken aback.

'Ohhh, holy beard! What's been going on? Feels like my brain just ran a victory lap!'

With that realization, his little heart began to pound. An intense drive surged within him as he decided to test the limits of his memory. "Aiyah~ai~yah~yah..." (Kanto, Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, Venusaur...)

Allen began listing the Pokémon names from Kanto, then moved on to Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. Before he knew it, he had reached the Paldea region. By the time he finished, he had recounted the names of a total of 1,024 Pokémon—in order!

The Pokémon from animations and games, along with all their data—he remembered each detail vividly, with nothing slipping away. It felt as though he could easily recall everything he had ever seen or read. His photographic memory was astounding!

"Aiyah—yah" (The last one is Pecharunt, Poison Ghost—)

Allen stopped mid-ritual, halting at 1,025, as he was suddenly assaulted by a wave of dizziness, and his eyelids grew heavy.

Electabuzz, sensing something was wrong, panicked and turned to make a decisive run for help.

Just then, a rescuer arrived—it was his sweet grandma, who leaned in closer, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what he was looking at.

"Oh dear, not the poop again!" she exclaimed. As she picked up Allen, she realized he was asleep. "Oh my, pooping while sleeping? What kind of magic is this?"

After making sure Allen was cleaned and placing him back in his crib, Grandma Dracelia heard a swoosh sound from outside, followed by a brief exchange.

"You two surely took your time,"

She heard a voice call out—it was the old man's voice.

"Four years," Grandpa Drayton snorted. "You should visit more often. And don't give me that lame excuse about being 'Elite Four' and too busy to drop by. Who are you trying to fool?"

Dracelia stepped outside, her sharp eyes assessing the situation. Two figures—a man and a woman in their mid-thirties—had just entered the house, greeting both elders with stiff smiles.

"Grandma! It's been a while!" they chimed in unison, though the plea hidden behind their voices was clear: 'Please, help us!'

Thankfuly before they could fumble for a better response to the reprimand, their savior arrived.

Especially Drasna. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her grandmother. Seizing the opportunity, she quickly changed the subject, cutting off any chance for her grandfather to continue his lecture.

"Grandma, you haven't changed a bit! You're still as beautiful as ever!"

"Flattery won't get you out of washing the dishes," Dracelia scoffed, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Why are you all still standing around chatting?" She shot a disapproving glance at her husband, already grasping the situation.

"Now, come inside and keep it down—the baby's still asleep."

With that, she ushered them in, leaving Grandpa Drayton behind. He wanted to follow them, but in the middle of it, he was abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Grandma Dracelia asked, raising an eyebrow, a look that said she had seen this kind of nonsense before.

Drayton blinked. "Uh… going inside?" 

Was it wrong for him to want to enter his own home?

Grandma Dracelia snorted. "Can't you see that Tyltalis and Onvern are exhausted from flying all the way from the airport? Why don't you take them out for a proper meal first? Unless, of course, you'd rather treat them to your infamous 'You Can't Handle My Cooking' special."

Grandpa Drayton was at a loss for words. He sighed, 'Why is life so harsh?! I was just about to enjoy my legendary nap!'

But seeing the unyielding glare of his wife, he knew better than to push it. "Fine, fine! I'll take them for food," he grumbled, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Hearing the mention of food, both Tyltalis and Onvern perked up, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Eagerly, they followed the old man. Tyltalis, Altaria and Onvern, Noivern were no ordinary Pokémon; they belonged to none other than Elite Four Drasna.

These two had been her loyal partners for years, soaring through countless battles and challenges by her side. Despite their status as formidable Pokémon, they were not above seeking out a good meal—especially after a long and tiring flight.