Chapter 1: Meeting at the Beach
The storm raged.
The lightning flashed.
The rain beat down.
And all the while he clung desperately to his partner.
"Hold on!"
His hand clung on to her writst in a vice-like grip. The violent-thrashing motion that they were experiencing seemed to determined to separate them, but he hung on to her still.
"Don't let go!"
His pleas reached her ears in her distressed state. Her dark brown eyes met his and he saw the pain in them. His throat tightened.
"I can't . . ." she moaned.
No, he wouldn't allow it! He wouldn't let her go! Never, never, never! They had a mission, and it wasn't done yet! He cursed his luck, he cursed this situation. They had been so close to seeing this through!
"Just a little longer!" he insisted. "Hold on!"
The most violent and bone-jarring thrash struck them and he felt his rain-slickened hand begin to lose its grip.
No, no, no!
His let her go.
"Waaaah!"
At first, I didn't know where I was. I didn't know what was going on, and frankly, I didn't care. I hurt too much, and was pretty sure I was in La-La-Land.
Dimly, I registered the fact that I was lying down, which came as a relief since my body felt like death warmed over. Whatever I was resting on was unbelievably soft and warm. I could lie here forever.
I was very lost in my body, fighting the blackness that took center-stage in my mind. It pressed on me like water, and I struggled to break free. But it was strong, and I was weak.
Ugh.
Wait . . . was this water I heard? Different than the black water I was fighting. It sounded like waves, waves crashing upon a shore . . . how odd . . .
Where . . . where am I?
A painful jolt rocked my body from head to toe and before I knew it, the blackness rushed in.
I checked out of consciousness.
Rekki the Pikachu stared with a frown at the tent in front of her.
"Hmm . . ."
She began pacing, so lost in her inner-debate she would have missed a dancing Snorlax. A small crease appeared on her forehead; what to do, what to do . . .
"No!" she said fiercely. "I gotta do this today! I have to steel myself!"
She walked briskly forward, to the metal grate outside the guild. It was standard procedure at this guild, to have one's footprint evaluated to gain access. She stood on the grate.
"Pokemon detected! Pokemon detected!" A young male voice shouted. Rekki gave a small squeak of surprise.
Holy shit! she thought. Was this how it went, to get into the guild?
"Whose footprint? Whose footprint?" A gruff voice demanded.
"The footprint is Pikachu's! The footprint is Pikachu's!" The young voice answered confidently.
Rekki backed off the grate hastily, tripping and stumbling. Her heart was beating fast, like she'd run a mile. She eyed the crate wearily.
Calm down, calm down.
After minute, she relaxed, sighing deeply in relief. Whew. Granted that those voices seemed to have come from underground, they'd still frighten the electric mouse!
Rekki's surprise abated and was replaced with self-loathing. Jeez, she thought, discouraged. I'm such a coward.
She sighed again and bent to retrieve the small rock she'd placed on the ground before stepping on the grate. It was an odd rock, with a swirling white lines in a beautiful, erotic design.
I thought bringing my most valued treasure along would help, she thought. Having this item had been a surefire plan, at least, that's what she had thought. Before, when she had been bracing herself for this, she thought that with the rock's help, she's be able to enter the guild. She thought it would be easy.
She thought she'd be an explorer by now.
Rekki felt thoroughly crushed by this, feeling near to tears. This is so discouraging. Sadly, she turned away from the guild and walked away from it, not seeing the two shadows, hiding out of sight, that had been watching her the whole time . . .
I came back to reality a little bit later. At least, I guess it was that. How would I know?
By now, I was positive that I was hearing waves upon a shore, lapping gently. The sound of it was gentle, like a melody.
My body hurt. I was more aware this time and could really tell that I'd been through the wringer. Wait . . . but how had that happened? Why was I unconscious? I wracked my brains but it hurt my head too much.
What happened?
In the distance, I heard footsteps.
Rekki trudged down the path that led to the beach, lost in her inner-musings. The sand was warm under her feet, and the evening sun reflected orange, red and pink on the ocean. A bubble floated by.
Oh!
She looked up, and was thrilled to see a bunch of beautiful bubbles floating out on the water. She glanced up at the cliffs and saw a pack of Krabby's lounging about, casually blowing bubbles.
"That's right," she reflected. "The Krabby come out at sundown to blow bubbles." She stared, feeling some of her negative feelings drift away. "Coming out here always seems to do this to me. No matter how down I feel, being here and seeing this, it cheers me up."
She grinned.
Something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Huh? She looked down the beach. Lying on the sand was something . . . or someone.
Oh no!
She rushed down the beach, running on all fours.
So, I was semiconscious, felt like crap, and now someone was coming towards me. Those footsteps I'd heard were just getting closer and closer, and I figured that they were undoubtedly heading in my direction.
Great.
Couldn't they just leave me alone, whoever they were? I was so comfortable, lying on this soft warm bed, next to the ocean. I just wanted to sleep.
"Hey are you all right?"
So much for that.
Hands roughly shook me.
"Come on, snap out of it!"
Ugh, no, I don't wanna wake up. Go away . . .
But I felt myself breaking the surface of those black waters. Finally, I was returning fully to consciousness.
Time to wake up.
Rekki ran up to the figure and was shocked to see that it was a someone: a Chimchar. Lying on its belly, the fire monkey was out cold, dead to the world.
Oh, I hope it's not dead! she thought frantically. Let it be alive!
She approached the Chimchar and erected herself onto her hind legs. Gaping and panting, she reached forward and shook the Chimchar. She was relieved to feel that its body wad warm and not cold.
"Hey are you okay?" she shouted.
No response. She yelled louder.
"Come on, snap out of it!"
That seemed to do it, for the Chimchar's body jolted and sighed, seemingly grumpily. Rekki backed away, watching with wide eyes. Slowly, the Chimchar braced itself on its hands and struggled to stand up. Rekki's long ears twitched when she heard it groan.
The Chimchar turned around and opened its eyes.
I had to still be dreaming.
In front of me, stood a yellow . . . thing. A mouse? It had long yellow ears with black tips, red pouches on its cheeks, and a lightning bolt tail. Uh . . . what the hell? Was this some figment of my screwed up mind? Was I still unconscious? Maybe not, I still hurt. So that was out. But what was this thing?
Wait, it looked familiar. Like I had seen it before. Ugh, but what was its name? Come on, come on . . . I knew it! I just couldn't remember.
Grr.
I realized that the yellow thing was staring at me like I was an exhibit in a zoo. Hmm. I came to the conclusion that it was what woke me up, found me unconscious. I guess I should thank it.
Before I opened my mouth to speak, the yellow thing did.
"Hey, are you okay Chimchar?"
Huh? What did it just call me? Chimchar? What the hell was that? Besides my shock at what I had just been called, I realized that the yellow thing talked. It could actually do that? It was like some kind of mutated mouse.
The yellow rodent was obviously distressed now. "Chimchar, are you all right? I found you here, knocked out, and was worried." Its expression cleared up from worried to relieved. "I'm glad you're okay, though, Chimchar."
Okay, I was pretty damn tired of being called Chimchar. I mean, what was that anyway?
"Would you please stop calling me that?" I snapped.
The rodent looked confused. "Well, what am I supposed to call you? You look like-"
"Don't say it!"
"But you are a Chimchar!"
I wondered if Chimchar's could growl, 'cause I definitely felt like doing that now. My temper flared and I folded my arms, which I had been braced on.
What . . . ?
I looked down at my body: my arms, which I first examined, seemed to be orange. And furry. I looked at my hands as I unfolded my arms and saw that they were small. Same with my body, I was like really skinny. I felt hunched over and realized that I kind of, like I was erect on my hind legs, and that being braced on all fours kind of seemed easier.
Horrow slowly crept through my system. As far as I knew, no other creature looked like the yellow thing except one. I knew of . . . Pokemon, and this thing . . . it was a Pikachu. So . . .
Was it right? Was I what it kept saying it was?
Shit.
I put my hands behind my back and began to pace. Oh, God, Oh God. What if it was right, what if I was a Chimchar. I mean, did they even exist? Did Pokemon exist? I didn't think they did. But if it were so, then I had turned into a Pokemon!
My emotions were raging, and I felt my hands warm up. Odd. I kept pacing. Why were my hands so hot now? I looked over my shoulder and saw . . . saw a fire coming out of my ass? What?
"Oh my God," I said, my escalating into a shout and cracking up several octaves. It was true, it was true, I had turned into a Pokemon somehow! Holy shit!
"I've turned into a Chimchar!"
*Not my best work, I know, but I like the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon series and always wanted to get into more depth with it, so I decided to write a story. Let me know what you think, or not, maybe, do what you want! Reviews are appreciated, but this isn't my best stuff. I will definitely be editing it.
Thanks~