[NEW IDEA] POKEMON: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Ditto

Of all the ways to die, his was embarrassingly mundane. Of all the things to be reborn as, a Ditto was not on the list. No trainer. No Pokédex entry with aspirational stats. No destiny tied to a legendary or a chosen child. Just a small, gelatinous blob of purple in a world that feels different from any Pokémon story he’s ever known, because whatever this place is, it plays by its own rules. He isn’t immediately sure how different it truly is. He only suspects, in the way you suspect a room has changed when the furniture is almost, but not quite, where you left it. Something is off. And the more he observes, the more certain he becomes that this world has its own logic, its own history, and its own dangers that no game ever prepared him for. And he is, objectively, a Ditto. One with a mind that refuses to stay small, an instinct for adaptation that goes far beyond anything his species should be capable of, and an unsettling suspicion that whoever,  or whatever, put him here wasn’t being random about it. If he can become anything, the question is: what does he want to be? Self-Insert. Isekai. Slow burn power progression. Multi-pairing. +18 to be safe. Tags and tone may evolve. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. All characters, settings, and concepts from Pokémon belong to their respective creators. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I do not claim ownership of the cover image.