Save State

By: Aviantei

Prologue

The wind was at my back, making running all the easier. I made my way forwards in leaps and bounds, jumping down the ledges as they came. Every now and then, I would lose my balance, thanks to the ground shaking.

I didn't care. I had to keep moving. After traveling around the country for weeks on foot and bike, this was nothing. I had to keep going. It would take a while and be exhausting, but I had to do it. Everything had been for this.

I pushed forward.

Past the colors and scenery. Past everything so familiar yet foreign. Over ground that was hard, ground that was too soft to get a proper foothold in. Without resistance, through a path that pushed against me harder than any tall grass. I overcame it all because I had to.

And ultimately I stopped. I nearly ran into the obstacle, then stopped. Breathing heavily, I placed my hands on the wall to keep standing. Highly textured plastic met my skin, intricate patterns formed before my eyes. The source of the shaking got closer, and I struggled to stay on my feet.

I turned around, stared at the sight before me. At my waist, a pokéball twitched, then broke open on its own. Wicker stood her ground, tiny form against the odds at the giant before us. Her mouth opened, emitting a beautiful cry into the air.

And then the surreal world was gone, and I was left sitting in my living room.

Wicker nudged my arm. I saw it. Still there, still ready to strike. From here, it was far less intimidating. I could have taken care of it in that moment, made it mine, but I didn't.

The vacuum cleaner was sitting beside me. I grabbed the nozzle and placed it over my opponent, my should-be prize. I flicked on the switch. Lifting up the nozzle, there was nothing left. Wicker nudged an empty ultra ball over to me from where it had fallen out of my pack earlier. Without even thinking, I sucked it up, too.

Now I just need to go to the title screen and—

Well, here I go again. Seriously, my system just likes giving me all the new stories instead of letting me post updates to new things. Oh well.

This story happened because of a dream I had a few months ago. Most of that dream is in this prologue, with a few other things in later chapters. Since that dream, it's almost gotten out of control in what I'm actually doing, but that's okay.

I'm also trying out some weird story telling effects that fit into the type of story this is. I can't say much about them, because that kind of spoils things about where the story is going, so I'll keep them to myself. Just know that things that seem weird are (mostly) on purpose.

Another important note is that this story kind of exists on its own without being all too connected to canon, but still being Pokemon. I hope you can enjoy it regardless.

Next time we see the a little bit more of our narrator. Please look forward to it!