Call From Another World
Chapter 1
AN: Hello everyone, this isn't exactly a new story of mine. In fact, it's at least a year old and I decided that it was a story deserving a redo since so many people liked it while I was writing it. This took a really long time to redo, especially with my new style and it's nearly two thousand words longer than the original. I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to leave a review!
This Story Contains: Action, violence, and blood in the later chapters. Cursing/swearing, depending on chapters it can be mild or a ton. It also contains pokephilla, fluff, and lemons, the lemons I will give a warning for, but you'll probably be waiting for a while. The last warning I'll give is that you may hear a bunch of horrible references to video games, television shows, and other media. That's honestly the worst part. If you don't like any of this stuff, I suggest you don't read.
Disclaimer: Pokemon is owned by the marvelous people at GameFreak! I only own my Ocs and the fan region this story will be placed in.
The sounds of the raging storm that took over the skies devastated the city. Rain came splashing onto the ground below and seemed to hit the windows as if it were hail. The wind howled through the nights, the trees swinging back and forth wildly as they attempted to keep their roots into the ground. This was the day before it would happen, the day that my life was going to change.
It is quite a long story, but I suppose we should begin with an introduction. My name is Kenny, or you could just call me Ken. Whichever you choose isn't my concern.
I have a question for you.
Have you ever wondered if any video game you happened to play, or any television show or movie you have watched could have been a reality in another world? Another universe? I wished, wished that for a long time, but people always tell me be careful what you wish for.
As I slept through that night, the storm would calm down. Not that it meant the next morning would be considered normal…
…
The sun would rise early that morning, relieving many people in the usually tranquil neighborhood that I called home. Though the sky had a few rainclouds still littering the sky, it didn't stop the sun from shining its rays through my window, which would eventually intensify on me as I would remain asleep in my bed.
I didn't want to open my eyes, in fact, it almost felt as if I couldn't at all. It would be pretty normal for any lazy teenager my age. Unfortunately, I knew that the sun already had ruined my sleep and would cause me to wake up whether I wanted to or not so I decided to sit up.
"I need to get off my butt and put those blinds back up soon," I said to myself, my voice somewhat deep and showing my exhaustion. I dragged my fingers across my eyes, cleaning them of any bacterial debris that might have been there. It was a terrible night of sleep.
I won't be pessimistic and say I always had a bad night, but I certainly had quite the odd dream. One of the few dreams I could remember and perceive clear as day.
There was someone speaking to me, whoever it was never bothered to show me their face. All I'll say is that it was a voice, and it nagged me as if it were someone's mother, not that I don't like my mom.
That voice told me that I was a lazy bum, in every sense of the word. It told me that I didn't appreciate life as it was and took the people around me for granted. The last part was the weirdest, the voice telling me that I would have to learn to trust others again and gain life experience. I never had a dream that got so deep about it.
I leaned back on the headboard of my bed, thinking about the dream, wondering if it really meant anything. "I'm seventeen years old now, nearly an adult," I said, no one around for me to really speak to.
I could never guess why I even bothered to think so deep about a silly dream, even if it did feel a little more real than fantasy.
"That voice is kinda right, I guess." I thought, putting my hand on my chin. I had a few friends and my family, but I do admit that if something were to ever happen, I would want no one's help but my own. I've been told before that I had pride issues, and that I should accept help from others. I didn't blame their way of thinking, but what were the odds of me running into a situation that I couldn't find a way out of myself?
I am far from being the best person on this Earth, but I would like to at least think of myself as smart, smarter than what other people would know.
I certainly made better decisions in my life than most teenagers my age. While I do only happen to play video games and doodle on my free time, at least I don't do drugs, at least I'm not in jail like most people are. Most of the time, that happens because they are around other people who happen to do the same thing. I couldn't understand why people wouldn't get off of my back about it.
Something else came into my mind, a detail of that dream that I overlooked until now. That voice saying something about 10 A.M. before I started to wake up.
I turning my head to where I could see my digital clock which sat on the floor, it was only 7:39.
I stared at the clock in anticipation, realizing I was awake very early for a weekend morning. It was odd indeed, and it was because I was getting worked up over a stupid dream.
"What a load of crap," I said to myself before laughing it up and standing up to my feet and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth for the morning.
As I walked into the bathroom and turned the light on, I was met with my reflection in the mirror.
"I've really let myself go," I told myself, patting my head as I mentally reminded myself to pick out my nearly matted hair so it could go back to its former glory. My dark brown eyes seemed dull, more than usual I mean. I stood just a little bit above five and a half feet and I was fairly muscular, though I wouldn't say my shape was that good. At least I wasn't fat.
After I proceeded to brush my teeth, I went to go handle my chores like any other normal teenager my age had to do.
My walk to the kitchen turned into anything but normal when I felt a strong wind push from behind, and because I could not react to such a strange force, I found myself tripping and falling flat on my face before I could even attempt to defend myself.
I grunted the moment I hit the ground, an audible thump echoing through the house. I was lucky that no one was here.
"Ow, damn it.." I said, continuing to swear under my breath as I picked myself up off of the floor.
I slowly stepped back into my room, keeping my senses on guard. I was becoming more paranoid by the minute, all these weird dreams and 10 A.M., I was nearing my wits end in one day.
Turning to my alarm clock once again out of curiosity, my eyes shot open as I stared at the time.
9:23 A.M.
My jaw felt as if it was dropping to the ground like an anchor as my rear end slammed onto my bed. I rubbed my eyes, not once, but three times to make sure I really wasn't nuts.
"D-Did I step on it? Did daylight savings come early this year!? It's still January...right?" I said, trying to convince myself I had some sanity as I racked my head for any logical reason behind this. It could just be broken, but I wasn't taking that chance. I was so very naive.
I proceeded to check every appliance and device around the house that could tell time, but they all were the same… It was real..
"Yup. Definitely daylight savings," I concluded, crossing my arms as I nodded my head.
"For gods sake child, no," said a voice, which seemed to come from nowhere. Actually, the voice was here, but it seemed to come from afar at the same time. Basically, the voice was here in my mind, but I couldn't help but feel that whoever was talking to me was really far away. They were obviously nowhere that I could see.
Believing I was going crazy once again, I gave a few knocks to my head with the knuckles of my fist. This soon proved to be a horrible idea, as it only caused a nearly unbearably loud ring to echo through my head. I fell down to my knees and held my head as I groaned, the only way I could describe such a horrible feeling is with the thought of an insect in someone's ear. I heard it was extremely painful, but this was awful in its own right.
"Dammit! What's going on!?" I yelled, desperately wanting to slam my head into the tile floor that was below me.
"Hear me now, child! You have thirty minutes until your time strikes to ten. As I told you before, get what you'll need." the voice called.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no way that all of that was not just a dream, but I knew this felt too real to not be reality.
"You will be away from home for a long time, I do not intend to joke around with you! Be arrogant if you must, it will be your own problem if you are not prepared to head into the new world. Farewell…"
Just as it said that, the voice faded into the air, not to be heard again. I remained on my knees, as my head finally ceased with the ringing. Sweat poured down my face like a waterfall as I panted with sweet relief, the cool air harmlessly sweeping through my ears.
"If you're gonna be so vague about 'the new world'" I said with a childish mocking tone "You should've just sent me then and there,"
I always thought that Florida was a normal place where nothing would happen, besides maybe the hurricanes and other forms of bipolar weather. This though, this was a different type of weird, one that made my face spawn a grin.
A mentally sane person would ask what I found so amusing about this situation. This was the first time in a while that I felt really excited about something, even I felt weird of the thrill I got from it all.
I took a look at the clock that was nearest to me, seeing that it was currently 9:31.
"Guess I better get set," I said to myself, my voice quieting down as I stood back up to my feet.
There was nothing wrong with at least amusing myself. Some part of me still thought that that voice was only a figment of my imagination.
In fact, all of it reminded me of those nightmarish daydreams I would get when I looked a little too far into a certain horror game as a child. This time though, I wasn't fueled by fear, and I can't say nothing else would've caused this either.
Despite my doubts, I went along with this little voice and collected some clothes to wear as well as some food to snack on just in case I got hungry. I was somewhat thinking of it like a long camping trip, cut me some slack.
I changed out of whatever I was currently wearing and slipped on a plain black shirt, a pair of blue denim jeans, and a pair of red and black sneakers. One could say these colors were my main style, everyone would instantly recognize me with this look.
After grabbing my wallet which sat atop the dresser, I took a peek inside, mentally groaning to myself. "Thirty bucks? I might as well say I'm broke," I said to myself with a chuckle, knowing I would have no time to run to the store.
I grabbed the bag I just recently packed and pulled the straps over my shoulders, adjusting it so it would fit snugly against my back.
This situation actually made me happy a little, it would finally be my chance to take a few steps into the world, finally proving myself to everyone who said teamwork makes the dream work. The thought of exploring another world beyond this one, there was no limit to what I could do! One could say that was my dream, but others would call it an ambition.
I will say that I don't hate people, especially the people who do care for my well being. Somethings though, I felt necessary to do on my own.
Despite the obvious fact that I was going nuts, I sat on my bed before crossing my arms. Still waiting for the moment of truth.
I was so confident that this was a joke that it seemed as if I was getting cocky. It was possibly nothing more than my desires taking over my perception, trying to give me some hope. It was sad, because hope was not a certainty in my heart…
Minutes continued to pass by slower than what I could imagine.
9:45..
9:46..
9:52..
9:59..
I continued to watch the clock, until the time would finally strike to 10:00 A.M.
I couldn't help myself from giving a little chuckle, I wish it were that modest. The reality was that I was really cracking up, my laughter possibly had an echo that could travel through the entire house.
My face cringed up and I shut my eyes, tears forced out of them before I would finally let up my laughter and let my face loosen itself.
"I can't believe it really expected me to fall for those stupid mind tricks," I told myself as I layed on my bed with my eyes still closed. I must have laughed so hard that the heat on my face would intensify, but that sure didn't explain why I could feel grass beneath me..
My laughter ceased to a dead stop, my eyes remained closed as my hands felt my surroundings, it certainly felt like grass.
I wanted to think my mother got that new carpet in early, but if I were on my bed, there was no way I could say anything about carpet..
I opened my eyes, what I saw was anything but inside of my room. All I found was the bright blue sky, pure white clouds and a few large birds that soared across it.
There really was grass under my body, and there happened to be trees around me too. Not only was there no sign of my room, but I was not even in my own neighborhood anymore.
"Okay.. " I said to myself, able to find no better words to describe this moment. A drop of sweat dripped down the side of my face as I sat up.
"I have officially lost it.." I said under my breath as I crawled over to a nearby tree and sat against it. I tried to comprehend whatever was happening, wondering if I went a little crazy after playing a little too much of a video game and ate some random mushroom. No. I knew I would do something like that.
I worried of the possibility of someone passing me by in this state. What would they see, what would they think? As I kept myself occupied with these questions, an idea was soon to come to my mind.
"I guess I'll just wait until it's over," I said, convincing myself to relax my nerves.
I let my body loosen up as I slumped on the tree, taking a look at the scenery with no worries. At least this place seemed rather fresh and out of the city.
A sudden rustle nearby made me jump to my feet. I looked to the side, seeing something dash through the grass. It didn't look like it was coming for me as it eventually passed me by, whatever it was, it was quite bizarre and the way it ran was just as odd.
It ran with a wobbly zigzag pattern, as if it were impossible for it to run straight. I was lucky enough to get a good look at the creature, and it looked very familiar.
Just like the way it ran, its fur had a zigzag pattern as well, the colors of brown and white were the most of what I saw. Also, its fur also seemed to prick out in that pattern as well..
"Wait a sec…" I thought.
That couldn't have have been a zigzagoon I just saw, I didn't want to believe it. My eyes knew however, what I saw happened to be that exact pokemon.
I rested one of my hands on the tree while I used the other one to smack myself on the head as I remembered that this was only an illusion. I would soon relax myself once again, at least for a moment before I heard it.
A howl, numerous howls that made me shiver as my blood turned ice cold. Whatever this was, it was the obvious reason why that zigzagoon was running. The howls only seemed to close in, and I started to hear snarling as well.
"It's just an illusion, right? It's like a theater or something…" I told myself, trying to relax again as I planned to see just how this movie would play out.
I finally decided to look in the direction of where I heard the ominous howls, and just as I looked, my body froze in fear.
There wasn't just one, but several houndoom coming my way. A whole pack.
I wasn't stupid enough to let my frozen blood keep me in that same spot. I did just as any other sane person would and ran as fast as my legs could carry me even if I knew that there was no way I could outrun multiple hellhounds.
"OH FUCK!" I yelled, panting through my breaths as I forced myself to run faster than what I imagined was possible. This was one of those moments where I would have to do something I hated doing more than anything. I didn't like it, but I had no other choice unless I wanted to be deep fried by a flamethrower.
"SOMEONE! ANYONE HELP!" I yelled again, forcing my lungs to shoot past their limits, I never felt more useless and pathetic than this moment, but I rather drop my pride for that one second then die forever. The houndoom were quickly closing the gap between us, and I knew I was surely going to die.
I soon felt something rather large ram into my side, causing me to lose my balance and sent me flying a few feet. That take down was painful, but my body would find itself skidding on the ground, making dust and grass fly into the air as I felt myself sliding into a nearby ditch that happened to be near. That was even more painful, and I could feel the bruises that would cover my arms.
Whatever tackled me into the ditch seemed to have a hand over me as we both could hear the pack of houndoom running past us. It also seemed as if they didn't truly care for my presence in the first place.
I then realized the fact that I would soon face a new problem as my 'hero' would soon take its hand from over me. Judging by how it felt, I wondered if that was really a hand that was on me. The real question, was should I try to get up.
I soon noticed two pairs of black paws in front of me, each of them having long claws that were definitely meant to tear meat apart, or in this case me..
My eyes slowly scrolled up, trying to see the full body of this creature. I realized that this was obviously some type of canine as I stared at its body shape. It had gray fur, but what caught my eyes were the two shiny black manes that went down it's back. If I wasn't so anxious of this suspicious character, I would have called them beautiful.
I was beginning to get an idea of what this creature was, making me not even want to look at its face. Despite this, I still did.
A wet red nose, rhombus shaped ears, sharp red eyes, and numerous sharp fangs that showed from its open maw. It surely put the 'might' in mightyena.
I came to the ultimate conclusion that I was screwed the moment it looked at me the wrong way. I didn't want to think of the reason why it looked at me the way it did, I could barely take a guess at what it was thinking.
Even if it would have been smart to just accept my fate and die on the spot, I couldn't help but crawl back little by little. I haven't felt fear like this in a long while..
The mightyena continued to stare at me, inching towards me everytime I would attempt to crawl away. It was slowly closing the gap between the two of us before an awful pain would shoot through my body My body was aching, searing badly from that attack I have endured earlier.
"Why now..?" I thought, cursing under my breath as the pain made me almost stop with the thought of trying to get away.
In my crippled state, the mightyena would only finally close the gap between us.
"If this a dream, wake me up right now," I whispered to myself, proceeding to hold my breath as what would be considered a dream come true for me became a nightmare in five minutes flat.
"Wait, you really don't want to eat me, just give me a chance, please." I begged, believing that these were possibly my final moments.
The mightyena tilted it's head, giving me a quizzical expression as she heard my plea.
"...What in the world are you talking about?" it asked, a feminine tone being present in its voice. I guessed that it was a female, but my eyes shot open as I realized that she just spoke audible English to me. Whoever had me under their drugs sure had some powerful stuff.
I wanted to dig my ears to make sure I heard it right, but of course that would be disgusting to do here and now.
"Uh.. I'm sorry, did you just talk?" I asked her. The moment I did, her eyes shot open just as mine's had. She seemed rather surprised.
"Wait, you understood what I said!?" she asked me, her face now having a big grin as her tail swayed behind her. I couldn't imagine what she was up to..
"Amazing, I never knew it was possible that there existed a human that could understand my speech!" the mightyena said. She seemed ecstatic about it all, the reason why I would never be able to tell.
I came to the conclusion that this was some fantasy world that was like the pokemon world most people would know. The only difference was that I must really be the only person in this world that can understand pokemon. I had no clue what to think of it, and as much as I wished to ponder on it, I planned on trying to sneak away once again while she was distracted.
As soon as the thought came into my mind however, her attention focused on me once more, causing my blood to turn to ice. It was like we were playing freeze tag out here..
There was not a thing I could do. The mightena started to sniff at my arms before sniffing around the rest of my bruised body, even the bag that was still attached to my back.
My paranoia created too many scenarios in my head that would kill a normal person just by the stress of it alone.
Before my mind could conjure anymore horrific daydreams, I found that my body was surrounded by an odd light. As I stared at my glowing form, the pain I received earlier began to disappear, as well as the bruises that I received. My skin was clean once again, and I couldn't help but give a sigh of relief.
I didn't know why she did this, also how a mightyena knew how to use a healing move but the first question bothered me more. I looked her in the face, only finding a big smile.
"Thank you.." I told her, not really able to come up with anything better to say. She giggled at my comment.
"Hehe, no problem, you should learn to trust others a little more," she told me, that smile never leaving her face as I thought about her words. They sounded just like something that voice in my head would say..
"What a weirdly specific dream," I said under my breath, the mightyena's ears twitching the moment I said it. I believed she heard me, but that was the least of my worries.
I was rather embarrassed about the entire situation in general, I wondered how I would ever prove to anyone that I could handle myself after I got saved like that when I could have jumped into that ditch myself.
"You should be a little more careful around here," she told me. "Not that those houndoom are bad like everyone thinks, but they sure don't like people getting in the way when they hunt," she said with a giggle before continuing to speak.
"Also, did I hear you say that you were dreaming everything?" she asked. I nodded to her question.
"You heard right." I said, crossing my arms. "I don't belong here, my world is far different than this.. Well, I'll admit my world seems boring in comparison but you get it.. Right now, you're probably still just a figment of my imagination," I said, the thought of poking her to check only got more tempting by the minute.
The mightyena gave me a look that told me she was not buying a word of what I was saying, making sweat leak on the side of my head. Even I had to admit at this point, this seemed way to realistic to just be a dream, and I'm usually rather invincible in my dreams. If this was a dream, it would make quite the outlier.
I found out that I didn't have much time to think it over as the canine next to me began to growl, she seemed really annoyed, and quickly becoming someone I didn't want to piss off. The look in her now malicious eyes said it all.
"Me and my stupid mouth," I thought, shaking in place as a toothy smirk soon appeared on her face.
"Would you like me to test your theory, that I'm just some thought inside of your head," she asked me, her glare making it feel as if someone were throwing daggers straight into my soul.
I made quick work of shaking my head in disagreement. "No no wait! I shouldn't have said that I'm sorry!" I begged apologetically, not wanting to be bitten or worse.
As quick as her face changed at first, she had her normal enthusiastic smile on her face just as quickly.
"Much better," she said, sitting next to me. As she sat by my side, her fur just barely brushed against my skin, it was an odd feeling that I couldn't describe, but I saw it as the time to move on about things.
"Okay, so I guess this isn't a dream or whatever after all, fine." I said to her, making her look at me. "Anyway, what's your name? If you have one," I asked.
"Oh, it's Dalieya," she told me with her usual smile. I wouldn't say it to her face, but I thought the name was super cute, even for a big mightyena like her. It reminded me of someone I once knew, but that would be a story for another time.
"Cool name," I told her, not wanting to go into the details with it.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she seemed to be blushing with a lot of pride. I wish I knew why.
"Thank you, I'm sure you have a pretty nice name too," she asked, curiosity in her voice as she looked at me with those crimson red eyes.
"It's Kenny, or you could just say Ken. It's a weird name, I know," I told her, my voice showing that I had little interest in talking about myself.
"Weird? Nah, it's a pretty cute name to call you by," she said with a giggle. I didn't want to, but her complement made me smile a little.
"Thanks," I said, standing up to my feet and walking away from her before I proceeded to crawl out of the ditch.
I heard something following me. When I turned around to take a look, I saw that it was Dalieya, right behind me. She still looked up with me with a smile on her face as I wondered what could she want from me. There was an awkward moment of silence between us until I finally spoke up.
"Need something?" I asked, Dalieya skipping her paw on the ground before she answered me.
"Well, I was thinking.. If you really just came to our world from out of the blue like you say, won't you need someone to protect you...from other pokemon and stuff. You know," she said, giving an innocent smile.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was actually right. Of course that pride of mine would get in the way of things once again.
"Well, maybe you're right. But.. That houndoom thing was something out of the ordinary, I'm sure I can take it from here," I told her, crossing my arms as my pride made me seem more arrogant by the second. Even I didn't know why I had these fatal social issues.
Dalieya stared at me with a blank expression before she giggled, walking over to me and bumping against my leg. Due to me not expecting such an odd move, it almost made me lose my balance. I luckily caught myself and glared at her.
"What's so funny?" I said, a growl following my words as she giggled some more.
"I'm sure you can handle it, big boy. Good luck, you know other big pokemon like to hunt for a meal at night. Some will actually eat a human you know," she told me, a tsk following her words before she walked past me.
I turned to look at her, staring for a few moments as I thought about the fact I could've literally been killed just a couple of minutes ago. I dragged my hand down the length of my face, knowing that she called out my bluff straight to my face.
"Alright alright! You win, come back.." I told her, trying not to beg. The mightyena only stopping in her tracks, not bothering to turn back around.
"Did you say something?" she asked, still not bothering to turn back around.
"Dalieya I need you…please," I said in defeat just loud enough for her to hear.
With that, Dalieya turned around and trotted back to me with that same jubilant smile that seemed to never leave her face.
"C'mon, Kenny! This'll be a wonderful thing! Being in a team, I'll watch your back and you watch mine. I know you need me... But in a way, I need you too," she told me, extending her paw out to me in an attempt to shake my hand.
I did wonder why she would really need me, but that wasn't really something I thought too deeply about.
Even if I did indeed agree to this, I knew that I really didn't have any choice in the matter anyway. I kneeled down so I could be eye level with her and shook her paw with my hand, a small smile forming on my face.
"I suppose I'll give you my word as well, we'll work together, for now." I told her, guessing that this was the smarter idea, Dalieya giggling at my comment.
"I guess that's the best I'll get from you for now, but I promise I won't make you regret it." Dalieya told me, her words sounding sincere.
I guess this really isn't a dream after all. I am not certain how things would go from here and I still didn't know the complete truth why Dalieya wanted to help me out. While I didn't hate the idea of having her with me, I would have to trust her if I hoped to get far in the world of Pokemon...