Ok, now this story is going to be an oddball. I do not own Pokémon or any of the Mystery Dungeon games. But I do love those games! But do understand that this story will be based on those games, but with my own spin on things. There will be a Pokémon that I did makeup, hints why the story is taking place in the future and not in the other Pokémon games or timelines.

When a strange Pichu with a camera around his neck was found frozen in an ancient crypt. He wakes up to find that 500 years has passed and that he is no longer a human, but now a mere Pichu. Confused and behind the times he fights to get back his memories of the past by taking pictures of places he feels he knows. Frozen for a reason, he must now race to remember before it's too late.

Take a Picture of Today

~Chapter 1~

Trapped

*Click* I was a Pokémon Photographer. *Click* I loved my job. *Click* Traveled the world two times over capturing all kinds of Pokémon's pictures for the Poke'Dex. *Click* Then I woke up from what felt like years…no centuries of slumber. *Click*Click* Why have I slept so long? *Click*Click* Why…I am not human like my soul tells me I was… *Click*Click*Click* Why can't I remember my human life?! *Click*Click*Click*Click* Why can't I remember more of who I am? *Click*Click*Click*Click*Click* Someone, anyone saves me!

Bold- Main character's disembodied thoughts

Italic- Sub characters' voices

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I sense three souls…Who's there?

"Amy! Get out of there! We were only kidding! That crypt is said to the grave of a powerful Pokémon! Murky talk some sense into her!" barked a Totodile named Jaws.

"Jaws, why did you have to dare Amy to go into the forbidden crypt?! We've going to be in so much trouble if she gets eaten by a haunting spirit!" cried a Grimer named Murky. Murky and Jaws had the coward outside the mouth of the cave behind a rock.

"Shut your gaping sewer mouth. Both you guys are big babies!" huffed the Torchic named Amy as she walked further into the cave crypt.

Guess that answers my question. Wait…how I can hear them! Why does my brain feel so muddy…Why can't I open my eyes! Why can't I move! …Why can't I feel my body…?

"I don't understand why people are so scared of this crypt. It's just a cave with ancient paintings on all the walls and floors with many old vaults to admire them."

…am I dead…I don't remember dying…

"Amy! Come back! Please!" but Amy was too far into the cave to hear Jaws' plead.

"Oooo…What's this?" Amy stopped into a chamber hidden by overgrowth and hanging vines. It was a small chamber with only one vault in the middle of the room. As Amy stepped closer to the vault the ancient Pokémon letters painted on the floor started to shine brightly like sunlight. The Paintings on the back wall started to move. Amy was too scared to flee as the paintings told their story.

…Don't be scared…

Amy cried when she heard the voice in her head, " Eat someone else! I'm too young to die!"

You can hear me? …Who are you? What are you?

"Uh…I'm Amy." Amy dared to open one eye to see that nothing had jumped and snatch her up.

What's an Amy?

"Don't laugh at me!" Amy didn't like how the voice lightly laughed at her. "I'm a brave Torchic as a matter of fact!"

A Torchic the Chick Pokémon, Height 1'04", weight 6 lbs., and ability Blaze. It's an honor to meet you Amy Torchic.

The voice's tone turned to a smooth and delighted chime. This…spirit truly did seem happy to meet her. "What are you?"

A human…I think. …am I dead?

"What!? You don't know?! How should I know?" Amy couldn't hide her shock at how this thing didn't know if it was alive or dead.

I'm not sure myself. I can't see you, all I see is darkness. I can hear you, and since you and your friends presences. But I can't feel or move my body…

"I'm so sorry… Is there anything I can do for you? Like any last wishes?"

Umm…is there a grave?

"Yea…there's a vault in the middle of the room."

…Can…can you check to see if the vault has my name on it and if my body is in the vault?

"What! But! But!"

Please….

The voice sounded so sad that it moved Amy's heart and sent the fear away. "Ok…I'll check."

Thank you…

As Amy cautions walked up to the vault in the middle of the room her heart raced with fear. But nothing changed about the room. The floor glowed and bathed the room in warm sunlight like rays, the paintings of the sky and grassy meadows on the walls and ceiling move gracefully like there was a breeze was blowing them. The vault didn't move or change, it just sat grimly compared to the blissfully backdrop of the moving paintings. Amy walked up to the door of the vault and read the name on the large plaque for the voice to hear. "Mark Peterson- human male, went missing at 19 years old. His body was never found. Mark was a world known Pokémon Photographer and he'll always be in our hearts. Thank you for your beautiful pictures. Love you family, friends, and fans"

...Thank you…can you get inside the vault?

The voice sounded like it was choking back tears, like it might cry at any minute. "I think so. The vault door is opened a bit. I wonder who tried to get in here." Amy managed to slide inside the vault through a hole in the door where it looks like something tried to kick in. As Amy stepped inside the floor like outside started to glow with sunlight shining up from the Pokémon letters. With the vault lit up Amy could see that the vault was big enough to house two human tombs side by side with space to walk between both. But while it was big enough, there was only one tomb and it was smaller than a human. The tomb was at the back wall and as big as she was. "There's a grave here. But it's way too small for a human body."

…Maybe it's my ashes or the only thing they found left of me…

"Maybe." Amy used all her might to push aside the tombstone lid. Only when the lid was fully off did light bombard out from within the tomb. Amy fell backward in astonishment.

What's happening? I…I feel warm air…Yes, I feel the air! Why is it so humid in here?

"You can feel the humid air now that the tomb is opened?!" this alarmed Amy. Who heard of a ghost that starts to feel when their tomb is opened?

Yes…please see what's left of me…

Amy more scared than ever but was too curious to turn back now crept forward and peeked inside the grave. Amy gasped at what she saw. She had been trying to ready herself for the worst; the smell being worse than Murky on hot days, the gross deformed corpse. But this was not what she had planned to see. In the tomb laid a Pichu who was breathing deep and very slowly, like he was sleeping peacefully. Around the Pichu's body seemed to be a bubble of blackish purple. Psychic power or was it a ghost power? The Pichu's spiky bangs slowly blew a wind Amy didn't feel. The bubble was some kind of time void, everything moving so slowly inside the bubble while everything on the outside continued to move past fast. Without thinking Amy leaned in and nudged the Pichu soft ear.

Who's touching me?!

"Huh?!" Amy shot backward. Had he…felt her touch the Pichu…wait could he be the Pichu! Amy patted the Pichu's head gently.

Amy…are you the one touching me?

"I...I think I am. But if I am…than you're not dead!" Amy chimed.

How so?

"There's a Pichu in this tomb with some kind of bubble around him. If you can feel me touching him is that mean it's your body?"

But the plaque said I was a human. And I remember being human. …How can I be a Pichu?

"I don't know but I think we need to get you out of here fast." Amy's sixth sense was signed red lights off in her head. Something in the room, in the crypt as a whole, had changed dark. The paintings of the walls had stopped moving and had faded into the boring brown cave walls. The letters on the floor dimmed and went out. Strange sounds started to get louder from deep within the crypt's dark halls. As Amy climbed into the Pichu's tomb and place him on her back a scratching at the door caused Amy to jump behind the open tomb. Hidden in shadows, Amy saw a shadowy figure pass by the whole in the door.

Amy waited for a second and right as she thought they could safely start to leave their hiding place the Vault door exploded. The door crumbled to nothing, but ashes as the large shadowy form walked into the vault. The form looked like a human, but it had 18 eyes each of them a different color. As the form looked over the room and found nothing it ran from the room screaming in a way inhuman or Pokémon like. But the monster was clearly in raged.

Amy waited for what felt like hours before she made a mad dashed for the cave mouth. She heard the monster scream as it found out about their mad dash, but that only helped Amy to run faster. As soon as Amy and the Pichu was out in the sunlight the monster's screaming stopped. Relief washed over Amy as she saw the monster hadn't followed them outside and that the Pichu was ok. But that relief lasted only a short time… "Miss Amy Torchic! You're in some much trouble!" growled a very upset Aerdactyl who was flanked by a Xatu, Mightyena, and a Kangaskhan. "Oops…" Amy said as hiding under the Kangskhan's leg and tail was a very unhappy Jaws and Murky who were both in just as much trouble as her.

"Who's that you have on your back?" calmly ask the Xatu.

…Mark Peterson…

When no one seemed to have heard Mark's voice other than Amy, Amy spoke up, "His name is Mark Peterson Professor Vexzle" Vexzle, who seemed to be the Xatu, nodded his head and gently picked up the Pichu from Amy's back. Cradling Mark in his wings Vexzle looked over Mark's body with both his eyes and his psyche powers. "…I see. Amy you have a lot of explaining to do."

…Did I get you in trouble? I'm sorry Amy. I…I didn't mean any harm…

"Don't worry about it Mark. We'll figure this whole thing out."

Updated Last December 7, 2014

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