We see a white room where [Redacted] is sitting and drinking tea with an entity who suspiciously resembles a person many know. Let's see how we got here now, shall we?
(AN: I would like to suggest that the new readers skip to the second line break. You will not miss much. The prologue feels like a chore to read, and will have mentions of it, few and far between the story arcs.)
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It's the year [Redacted, and we are taking a look inside a nearly empty house in a city. We see an old man with eyes sparkling with wisdom, but reflecting loneliness as well is surrounded by shelves filled with books. When we look closer, it is filled with books ranging from manga to topics of different genres like adventures, science, mythologies, mystery, memorabilia, biographies, autobiographies, memoirs, etc.
In another room, there is a complex setup of a gaming PC, with high-end parts on one side. There is also an HD TV on one side where the person is seen watching an anime.
Who might he be?
His name is [Redacted, his age is [Redacted, and his place of living is [Redacted]. His parents were rich, but they had died during his studies at the medical University. To honor their name, he had studied hard and was able to get his medical degree while being near the top of his year.
As his parents had died due to there not being a good surgeon after surviving an accident, he had given most of his time to read about everything related to medicine. It also helped that he had picture-perfect memory. He was really good at surgery that he was jokingly nicknamed Black Jack 2.0, and he used to ask for blessings from the photo of Bidhan Chandra Roy for success.
So, you might ask why he is so lonely if he is such a good doctor?
Keyword: was.
During his vacations, he used to go hiking along the mountain trails. During his last hiking, somebody had pushed him, and he survived with a broken leg, but his fingers were damaged, which are the most important to a surgeon. He was never able to return to surgery after that.
The police could not find the person responsible for the incident. After recovery from the incident, he started a private clinic and took up cooking and reading about various topics as a hobby. He sometimes also helped the police with autopsy. When he was returning from working in the police station, somebody had thrown a Molotov cocktail at him, which had led to severe facial burns, and his face was disfigured for life.
All of the events happened during his mid-thirties, and he was not married by then. So, no woman ever approached him for marriage. Due to the bad burn marks on his face, the number of patients that visited him also dwindled.
After approaching the police so many times to find the perpetrator, he finally found out that there would never be any proper progress in his investigation. The reason? He found by eavesdropping and lip-reading that the attack on him was orchestrated by an influential politician, whom we shall call Mr. X.
After reaching the hospital where he previously worked, he had asked to he may see all the records of the patients he had treated ever since he began. As his face was disfigured, nobody recognized him, so he was threatened with being taken out by the security forcefully. When the hospital director was told about the situation, he heard the name and went there to confirm it himself.
Upon confirming with him the fact that only [Redacted] would have known (they were good friends), the director led [Redacted] to his office. The director had explained to him that even if he wanted to show [Redacted] the files, he could not do it.
As a doctor, [Redacted] had known it would not be possible as the hospital's staff are sworn to the protection of the privacy of the patients' records. He respected it, but he needed answers and confirmation of his suspicions. So, [Redacted] had asked about records of patients who had died on a specific date, as all of the attacks had occurred on the same day.
He found out that X's son had died after an accident, and the ambulance had arrived with the patient too late to save him. He remembered that a boy had been brought in bearing life-threatening injuries after he had come out of the operating room, saving a person's life. There was nothing he could do to save the boy's life, but he still tried his best upon seeing the parents' expression and remembering how his parents had died.
Even after trying everything, he was not able to save the boy's life and was blamed by the parents for their son's murder.' [Redacted] wanted to blame X for ruining his life, he did but could he harm a politician and get away with it without being falsely blamed for other non-existent charges?
So, where could he take out his frustrations and intent to kill somebody and get away with it?
Answer: Combat and adventure PC games.
[Redacted] played the games where he killed people using strategy and ruthlessness for a month or so. When he had calmed down enough, he decided to have a source of income where he did not need to go outside, where people would be scared by his face. As a skilled surgeon and doctor, he had a lot of medical knowledge, which he used for medical book reviews.
During this time, he came across the Pokémon anime and remembered that he had never seen or read any anime, manga, or any other book except for study books. 'Well, better late than never, I guess, ' he thought.
[Redacted] engaged himself in reading manga and watching the anime of Pokémon from season 1 to the current one. He would admit that the Black and White series was the worst part of the entire anime, along with how Ash had never aged or trained his Pokémon. Seeing the bonds between Ash and his Pokémon stirred the loneliness inside his heart. He had also read all of the manga of Pokémon manga and played all of the games as well.
He had also watched other anime, documentaries, survival, martial arts movies, and science shows on TV.
He also bought books by different authors regarding mystery, murders, battle memoirs, and other such things. He had an entire collection of them.
As he could not just eat whatever outside food possible, even if he could afford it, he bought culinary books of different cuisines to cook for himself and eat them. He also watched cooking shows.
He read about the various mythologies and folklores around the world, too. He tried to learn about the different languages as well to keep his time.
He was a doctor, and he had taken an oath to serve the patients, which led him to cover his face and help in the local hospital from time to time. Even if he was not able to perform surgeries, he still had a sense of duty to help the people. He still had to keep his skills in medicine sharp.
You will ask how he was able to spend so much time lazing around.
Simple, his parents' inheritance and the money he had collected from the endless surgeries of nearly 10 years were enough for him to lead a comfortable life till his death in the 60s. It should not be forgotten that he also had the money from the reviews on medical books, and he also traded online.
If he had so much money, then why did he not use it for plastic surgery to fix his face?
Paranoia. There was no telling if the plastic surgeon would mess up the procedure by 'accident' upon being 'politely asked' to do it. He had seen enough drama, thank you very much.
He spent his days in such a manner, but there was no one to comfort or keep company with except the ones on games and the documentaries.
It was nighttime after he had seen the latest episode of Pokémon that he started his bed ritual.
When he had gone to bed, he had suffered a cardiac arrest and died soon after. He watched his body 'sleeping' peacefully on the bed when he realized that he had died. For some reason, that did not bother him. During his life's contemplation, his soul was taken to a white room in front of an entity, where he currently finds himself.
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"You are somewhat calm for a person who has died."
"My life may have had regrets, but I did enjoy it till the end."
"What are your thoughts?"
"May I ask you some questions?"
The entity 'blinked' if you could call it that, and gave a smile too wide for any person to have, as if it found the situation amusing.
"I will take that as a yes. Are you what they call ROB?"
The entity replied with his smile still in place, "Maybe, maybe not."
"..."
"..."
"If you are, then why are you looking like Truth from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood?"
"Personal aesthetics."
"..." [Redacted] raised an eyebrow as if he was asking 'Seriously?'
"... Alright fine, you have to admit that most people will be scared and try to fall on my feet or not expect the void to speak to them at all."
"We are here because...?"
"You know the answer, but for your paranoid mind, you are about to be transmigrated to a random anime world."
"I don't get a say in this, now do I?"
Truth clapped his hands, producing a thunderous sound that echoed in the void. Suddenly, cracks started to appear in the fabric of reality from where a black viscous fluid flowed and settled on the floor. Nothing happened.
When [Redacted] was going to ask what had happened, the fluid started to move.
It started to look as if it was boiling, then it started to have thorns form on it at random locations and times. It started to swirl and started to form a structure.
To [Redacted]'s horror, the structure was reminiscent of a skinned human's hand with tumors and burns in some places. The palm had 5 cut fingers as if they had fallen from necrosis. The blood and the pus started flowing towards the palm and started to form a circular shape with many sections in different colors. The cut middle finger's obsidian bone started to come out and form a thin shape that, upon closer inspection, would show that the bone has been modified into a spinal cord with the coccyx/tail bone landing in the topmost section of the eldritch roulette.
It took all of [Redacted]'s experience in playing horror games to not freak out, which he was failing to do. He looked at Truth and asked, "What is wrong with you?!" in a mix of frightened and horrified voice.
Truth snapped his fingers, and [Redacted] found his emotions calming down. He could feel his horror, but it had calmed down a lot.
"So, did you like it?"
"NO! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"
"Ah, now that's the reaction I had been wanting from you. Let's spin now, shall we?" Truth snapped his fingers once more. The roulette spun with ghostly moans and came to a stop with the sounds of squelching towards the end.
The 'pointer' stopped and showed the result in white-golden ink as if defying, denying, and mocking the surroundings: Pokémon.
"Huh? I seriously did not expect that outcome. Now let's choose the timeline."
[Redacted] said, "Wait! Before we proceed any further, can you swear on your honor and being that you will not change the outcome?"
Truth stared. Then he said, "Sure."
The roulette, upon being spun, landed on Canon.
"With that out of the way, as you had been taken and will be sent against your will, you get to ask for only one wish, which under no circumstances will be changed/altered by me."
[Redacted] felt hope for the first time in this situation. After contemplating for some time and rephrasing it in his mind for some time, he came to a decision.
"I wish to have all the information and memories that I have spent going through be with me and my capabilities to come with me, and I can do whatever I want with it that cannot be accessed by any Pokémon or person without my consent."
Truth just asked," That's it?"
"That's it."
Truth snapped his fingers again.
"Done."
[Redacted] could not help but ask, "Why do you do this, Truth?"
Truth, whose face still then had been near expressionless, split into a smile and said, "Entertainment."
"Enough talking, let's send you to the world of Pokémon. Oh, by the way, such transmigrations are very painful. For the final thing, whatever happens, there was always supposed to happen, but your actions will change the timeline to some degree."
When he finished speaking, the roulette started to spin very fast, and [Redacted, being surprised, was not able to react and was pulled into the black hole that the roulette had brought into existence.
After the roulette had stopped, a part of the section of Canon fell that showed the "Mixed."
Truth opened his eyes that looked like God's eyes, which were erratically moving, and he started laughing in an eldritch horror's manner that reverberated in different directions.