This is my first story. Hope it turns out well. Italics are thoughts or enunciation.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Except that "P". Don't touch.
In the remote island of Harone, there was a large, pristine forest. This forest, the Caldon Forest, was a nature reserve of the nearby Arren City, a bustling town dedicated to the rare Pokemon of Harone. Caldon was host to many different species, including ones extinct in the wild, such as Rampardos, and Omastar, who live in the large lake in the center of Caldon, Fasell Lake. These Pokemon, however, sometimes resort to their primal instinct and attack each other, both dwindling the population, and giving a reason for the extinction of the Pokemon in the first place.
One Rampardos in particular certainly did his part to destroy the population. Winning deathmatch after deathmatch, he continually brought other rare species to the verge of extinction, especially the Rampardos species itself. However, finally, his reign was ended... sort of.
A tree fell, and a Kabutops slunk over to it. Following the trunk to the uprooted base, she noticed a trail of footprints leading into the forest. The Kabutops wasted no time in following them. She lowered her body and dashed alongside them until she found her foe - a Rampardos. It turned to face the Kabutops, and smiled. It pulled its head up, and swung it straight down towards the Kabutops, but she nimbly dodged and sized up her foe, before leaping onto its neck. The Rampardos roared and swung its head upwards, and then side-to-side repeatedly. The Kabutops, however, clung on for dear life.
Infuriating... Kabutops... GET OFF MY NECK!!! Such were the thoughts passing through this Rampardos' head, as he swung it in circles. He finally tired and dropped on his back, hoping to crush the irritant on his neck. It leapt off however, and he was left, defenseless, wriggling to get back up. The Kabutops jumped onto his stomach, raised its sickle, and plunged it downwards.
He, strangely enough, later woke up. His first thought was, I'm going to crush that Kabutops. His second was, Hey, I thought I was dead. He looked around, and noticed that the ground was exceptionally soft. He then noticed that there were not any trees. Or sunshine. Nor was there, in fact, dirt. Or grass. Or a lack of walls. His third thought, Why am I in a box? He looked down to notice he was flat, yet very wrinkled, and white. He tried to stand up, and noticed that he was not a Rampardos.
Instead, he was a human.
He roared in indignation, his general response to anything he doesn't like. He tried to step forwards, but fell. He also found that he was shockingly fragile, as a three-foot-fall onto his head hurt rather badly. He roared in indignation and turned to face the squishy lump that he fell off of. It seemed to be a flat, large rock, with something nice and soft on top. He reached out an arm in wonder, and realized they were almost half his height. He roared in indignation. Also, he noticed that they ended in five claws, none of which were sharp, and one of which stuck out the side. He found it was easy to individually move them, and spent a solid five minutes moving his fingers. Afterwards, he returned his thoughts to the squishy-lump-on-a-rock. Viewing it as "It hurt him", he lowered his head and charged, aiming a massive headbutt to what seemed to be the center of gravity. He only accomplished receiving incredible pain going through his head. He roared at his frailness, of course, in indignation. Afterwards he looked around, and noticed a jagged cliffside. His new, small feet easily fit on the orderly crags, as he worked his way down.
Upon reaching the bottom, he noticed a different human, taller than himself, with much longer hair. It looked over, and a line of hair over one of its eyes went up.
"Edward, could you... change into actual clothes?" it said. The Rampardos/Human boy, who seemed to be named Edward, looked down at his large, white, billowy self. He went upstairs, hoping to avoid further confusion. After scaling the cliff again, he noticed a shiny wall that had a picture of what was in front of it on it. He looked in, and saw himself. A short, frail human. Not a lumbering, superpowered dinosaur. What went wrong? Why did he turn into a human in a bed while he slept? Or rather, was dead?
He pondered this, but having a mind made specifically for wrecking, he found no answers. Well, besides headbutting the wall, receiving new pain. He then noticed a small heap on the floor - clothes. He picked up the green part that seemed to match his physique, and put it in front of the shiny wall. It had three holes on the top, which his head and arms (all disturbingly close together) fit in perfectly. He put his arm through the hole on the side, his other arm, the hole on the other side, and he put his head in the large hole in the middle. A rare stroke of genius for this Pokemon - unfortunately it was inside-out.
Not knowing about the inside and outside of a human shirt, the Rampardos/Human picked up the blue jeans. He noticed his very proportionally long legs fit nicely into the holes, so he put those in there. Also on the floor were rounded blocks. He put his hands in them, and found they were too large. He roared in indignation and took them off. Then he tried his feet, which fit perfectly. He smiled, and looked around. Nothing else. Now anyway, about what that human down the cliff said... Ah, well, no need to remember. He was sure it would get over its fit. He walked over to the cliff and started descending.
At the bottom again, the tall human was in the corner, doing something obscene. He glanced around the room, and noticed a box up against the wall, with a picture in the middle. It showed three tall humans, one large, one female, and one average. It also spoke, mubmling some incoherent English he could oddly understand, if at a muddled level, about something called Cir stealing Pokemon and something else he didn't understand. The tall human suddenly looked back and said
"Ah, Ed. There you are. Well, anyway, happy birthday!" Edward the Rampardos stared blankly. "Ed?" the human asked. Suddenly, Edward sensed trouble. He knew this human was that trouble, and it must be dealt with. However, he knew not a single English word... right? He'd try speaking.
"YES?" He gutturally growled. He then smiled. He had spoken the alien tongue that always seemed far beyond him. It relieved the tall human, but only a little.
"Er... why are you talking like that?" Edward's brain racked through his few phrases.
Prepare to be crushed, no. Time to die, no. How was life, nah... Sorry? Never did learn what that meant... "SORRY?" It calmed it down.
"...Was that a question?" Edward stared blankly. It seemed to give up.
Victory - as usual. Edward bragged to himself.
"Back on topic... Happy birthday Edward! It's your 12th birthday, and th... I'll just assume you know what that means." Ed stared blankly. He wished it had continued. It noticed the stare. "Did you hit your head? Today is the day you get your Pokemon!" Edward reached up to his head and felt the blood. He then realized what it said. Get... his... Pokemon? Hewas a Pokemon... kind of.
