Wassup, it's me Killer of thy Cookies here with you all today. This is my first try at attempting a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfic. I have not officially played the game before so pardon me if I make a few errors here and there. If you have read my other Pokemon fanfic, Pokemon Kanto: The Journey, I commend you, however, if you have not, please read that and review as well. Thank you. Also, I would like to remind readers that I do not want rude criticism if you spot any error in my chapters. Just talk nicely, and all will be cool. Well, here goes~
"Ahh..." I yawned, as my eyes started to open slowly. I could hear a voice calling me, it sounded so distant, yet so near.
"Hey! Wake up!" The voice yelled, and I felt the strange touch of someone on my back, before I was shook vigorously. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was in a grassy meadow, and the person shaking me was...
Not a human, but a Pokemon.
"Hello? Are you okay?" The Pokemon asked. I was shocked, and jumped to my feet at once.
"A Pokemon talking?" I exclaimed.
The Pokemon, who had long, pointy yellow ears and was yellow himself, except for the red cheek sacs, one on each of his cheek, looked at me as if I was nuts, before shaking his head. I'm sure it's a he. Heck, he even sounded like a male.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I heard the Pokemon ask.
"Of course I'm sure!" I said at once. "Who are you, and why can you talk? Pokemon aren't supposed to talk!"
Great. The Pokemon in front of me gave me the same weird look from earlier. Then he laughed. "Why aren't Pokemon supposed to talk? Anyway, you're a Pokemon yourself, and you're talking as well!"
"I'm not a Pokemon! I'm a human!"
"Human...?" I watched as my companion tilted his head to the side. "Anyway, you are a Bulbasaur, as I can see."
"A Bulbasaur?" I asked, before noticing a small river. I went up to it, and looked at my own reflection in the river. Gasping, I saw that I had indeed turned into a Pokemon with light green skin and a greener bulb on my back.
"What's your name? I'm Pika the Pikachu!" The Pikachu smiled, introducing himself.
"Eh..." I clutched my head. I couldn't seem to remember a thing, only that I was a human, not a Pokemon, and this wasn't supposed to be happening. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. Suddenly, the memory of my name snapped into my head.
"My name is Evan," I blurted out.
"Evan, huh? Cool name!" Pika grinned. I smiled weakly at him, but then my brows furrowed.
"But... how did I turn into a Pokemon?" I asked, and Pika gave me the exact weird look from earlier. "I'm really a human!" I insisted.
"Alright, if you're telling the truth..." Pika nodded. "I believe you. But you're a Pokemon now, and there's no changing that. Besides, there are no humans here in this part of the world."
"This part of the world?" I asked curiously.
"Yep," Pika nodded. "We Pokemon here know that there are two halves to this world, one half has both humans and Pokemon, where humans can use them for battle et cetera. There, Pokemon are restricted from speaking the human language, and can only speak in their Pokemon tongues. I think you belong to that side," Pika explained. "While this half of the world are where Pokemon live a life without humans, and there are rarely anyone here who speak their Pokemon language."
"Interesting. I didn't know that before. Or did I?" I shook my head in annoyance. "Why can't I remember anything?"
"Hey, take it easy!" Pika said. "Anyway, it isn't safe to stay here by the seaside." I looked around, and saw that we were indeed at the seaside. Now why didn't I notice that before? "There are a lot of Tentacools that get washed up, and when you see one, it'll attack without hesitation!" Pika continued, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Okay..." I nodded. "Wait, where in the world are we?"
"The beach near my place," Pika pointed to a house in the distance. "There's my house. If you need a place to stay, you're welcome to stay with me. Besides, I have an extra bed," smiled Pika. "Seeing as I was the one who found you and all..."
"Thanks, Pika!" Evan smiled gratefully, and Pika returned the smile, and led me to his house. Along the way, I saw a lot of other Pokemon interacting, just walking around, doing normal stuff that what a normal human would do.
"Here it is," Pika grinned. "Home sweet home."
I looked at the Pikachu-shaped house with the mouth as the door. Pika unlocked the door, and we both walked in. The house was small and humble, but at least it was a decent place to sleep. There wasn't any random dirt strewn around. In fact, it was spick and span.
"Clean, huh? I tidied it up myself!" Pika proclaimed proudly. Then he looked at me with worry. "You look tired. Why don't you take a rest before doing anything else?"
"Okay then..." I was, indeed, feeling extremely tired even though I felt that I'd just slept for more than two days. Yawning loudly, I made my way to where Pika pointed out was my bed, and crawled to sleep immediately.
You may refer to this as either Chapter 1 or the Prologue, I really don't know, but I think Chapter 1 would be more appropriate. Please do continue supporting this fanfic as I upload later chapters in the near future. Thanks, peace out!
