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?
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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 set-up of a gaming PC, with high end parts in one side. There is also a HD TV in one side where the person is seen watching an anime.
Who he might be?
His name is [Redacted], his age is [Redacted], and place of living is [Redacted]. His parents were rich, but they had died during his studies in the medical University. In order 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 in 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 was 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 had started a private clinic, and took up cooking, and reading about various topics as a hobby. He sometimes also helped the police in autopsy as well. 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 will 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, who we shall call Mr. X.
After reaching the hospital where he previously worked, he had asked that 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 to be taken out by the security forcefully. When the hospital director was told about the situation, he heard the name and had gone there to confirm it himself.
Upon confirming with him with 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 hospitals' staff are sworn to the protection of 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 bearing life threatening injuries after he had come out from the operating room saving a person's life. There was nothing he could do to save the boy's life, but he had still tried his best upon seeing the parents' expression and remembering about 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 really did but could he actually 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 actually 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 will 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 till the current one. He would admit that the Black and White series were 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 and played all of the games as well.
He had also watched other anime, documentaries, survival, martial arts movies and science shows in the Tv.
He also bought books of 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 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 was not able to perform surgeries, he still had the 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 endless surgeries of nearly 10 years was 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 he did not use it for plastic surgery to fix his face?
Paranoia. There was no telling if the plastic surgeon would not have messed 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 for 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 actually feel bad to him. During his life's contemplation, his soul had been taken to a white room in front of an entity where we currently find him.
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"You are somewhat calm for a person that 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 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 so. 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 wishes 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 in the black hole that the roulette had brought into existence.
After the roulette had stopped, a part of the section of Canon fell down that showed the "Mixed."
Truth opened his eyes that looked like the God's eyes which was erratically moving, and he started laughing in an eldritch horror's manner that reverberated in different directions.