Pokemon: Tales from the Breeding House

They say transmigrating into the world of Pokemon is the luckiest thing ever. Yeah, right! This place is full of stuff that makes no scientific sense! You can even pull a bicycle and a TV out of a tiny backpack! How can something as huge as Wailord fit inside a Poke Ball? And you, old man, are you messing with me? Why do you have to lie around at this crossroads all day until I get a Gym Badge, and then refuse to let me pass? Of course, all of the above is still within the bounds of what I can accept as unscientific... The thing I just can't accept is... you're Red! You're supposed to be the protagonist, born with the protagonist's destiny. So why are you staring with those dead-fish eyes and making snarky comments about all these illogical events? And why do you know you're the protagonist of several games in a certain company's series!? All in all, this is a ridiculous story about a science-loving, sort-of boy and a thoroughly broken Red, a true protagonist who can't feel comfortable unless he's making snarky comments about everything that makes no scientific sense... It's going to be seriously broken! It's going to be seriously broken! It's going to be seriously broken!! It's important, so I'll say it three times: this is a broken, snarky comedy! #favorite_1{color:#EE0000;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;} This is one of my previous stories. Feel free to add it to your favorites 0v0