NOTES. YOU MAY SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT AND GET RIGHT TO THE STORY BUT I HIGHLY ADVISE YOU READ IT.

This is a PMD story told in the first person about a 19 year old boy who's tired of his daily life and just wants to get out there, live some more, instead of being stuck in his hometown in which he has lived his entire life. He is unable to go out and do such things because he lacks a Pokemon to travel along with, and he isn't exactly attracted to the idea of pokemon battling either.

Nineteen year old Klyde is tired of his boring life by the sea. Being stuck in Lilycove city browsing the Internet isn't exactly his idea of fun. Well when he becomes a Pokemon, he decides that maybe his old life isn't all that bad anymore. Facing certain death as a rescuer isn't exactly fun either. (Rated T for fighting and cursing, rating WILL increase later in story.)

I AM BY NO MEANS THE BEST WRITER. NOT AT ALL WHATSOEVER, FLAMES ARE NOT APPRECIATED AND WILL BE IGNORED EITHER WAY.

I DO NOT OWN POKEMON. NOR DO I WANT TO

This is 1 of 2 stories I'm working on actually. The other story being called "Change". This story is meant to be another thing to work on while my writing partner (my girlfriend) is writing out her chapters, or if I don't feel like writing a chapter to that story for whatever the reason

CHAPTER 1. Huh?

It was a normal day. The sky was blue, the sound of pidgeys couldn't be heard in the distance, everything was so calm. So serene. So perfect, then suddenly I heard the annoying but familiar wake up call of my alarm that was stationed right next to my bed, it was the cry of a Charizard, just to make sure that I got the message that it was time to wake the hell up.

"..Mmh...mg...Alright...alright!" I lazily allowed my hand to flop over the alarm, hoping that I hit the correct button, though, based on how the sound continued I clearly did not, frustrated with my failed attempt, I decided to just sit up, stop being lazy and press the button with actual accuracy. I wasn't exactly thrilled about this. It would be a normal day just like any other, boring, not having anyone to talk to. I had gotten into the same daily routine, wake up, eat, work, sleep. Day in and day out, constantly, I was bored of it all. I was sick of it, but the show must go on right?

I dragged myself out of bed, ignoring the near depressed state I was usually in around this time, putting on my clothes and then opening my curtains, I lived in Lilycove City, basically the HEART of Hoenn unless you counted Slateport, which was one hell of a place as well. Due to how Hoenn is, it's a serious powerhouse for trading goods in and out. I worked a shitty job, unloading shipping crates and containers..soooo exciting.

After putting on clothes, I went into work, I was never good with small talk, and hated everybody there so the only communication that was exchanged was a simple "Hi" here and there, and then as usual, onwards to work. I started unloading and unpacking a bunch of boxes and crates, I was a pretty strong guy, so I could handle most of the stuff in there. Any stuff that I took out was to be taken to a specialized area to be distributed, it was mostly food this time around, with a few other things tossed in here and there.

Nothing noteworthy happened, at least not until I opened a box, dug through all the goods and such, and at the very bottom, I found a stone. The stone didn't glow, it didn't pulse or anything, hell, it didn't even LOOK moderately interesting but there was still something...interesting about it, alluring even. Against my better judgement, I reached down, picking up the stone and inspecting it, I for the life of me could not find a damn thing that was interesting about it. Nothing at all. It was just a plain stone. If it was just a stone, then why did it almost feel as if it were calling out to me?

My better judgement quite honestly told me to just leave it there and hope that I wasn't going crazy or something (Which wouldn't surprise me, given how drab and boring my usual daily life is...It's enough to make a man keel over from boredom). But against said better judgement, I decided to hold onto the stone, since something really did feel special about it… I got off from work early that day, the crew did one hell of a job dealing with everything, I honestly sort of slacked off, trying to figure this stupid stone out.

My studying didn't end there however, the short walk home turned into me sort of just standing outside of my house, looking over every single square inch of this stone, when I say that I do mean it quite literally. Becoming frustrated, I involuntarily began to grip the stone, that's when something interesting actually happened, I heard something, something very strange "Cm...p...us…." I flinched, talking to myself "..Wha-...what in the hell was that...Bah...I must be losing my mind after all…" but just as I was about to turn around and give up, I heard it again, this time it was much clearer "Com….He...us…" I could also tell from this much clearer speech pattern that it was a female judging by the feminine voice, he blinked in total confusion "Uhhhh….Okay. This is getting weird now…". Weird was the understatement of the year, here I am, sitting here at 5PM in the afternoon, hearing a damn rock talk, hell, if anyone knew what was going on, I would be considered crazy by pretty much everybody.

I decided to go inside my house finally, I heard this voice, one final time, loud and clear directly in my ear. "Come...please...help us! Something is wrong. Something that we cannot fix, Not alone... " that last part REALLY made me jump to be completely honest, I thought 'Something that you cannot fix? Not alone...What? What do you mean?'. I contemplated asking verbally, eventually I decided to just go ahead and do it "What...What do you mean….?"...No answer…. "Fuck...I guess I am going insane...Well...I heard that those hidden mental hospitals in Mossdeep aren't so bad…. I've always wanted to go there… Hah...Hahah!" I laughed somewhat morbidly at my own fantasy, I feel like I would legitimately enjoy being in a mental hospital more than this boring hunk of crap known as life, It'd be interesting at the very least...Yeah...interesting, that's one way to put it.

It was only 5PM, but I felt quite tired, not as tired as I usually feel but still quite tired, I decided against going to bed however and spend a few hours on Hoenntube, it's an interesting place, it originated IN this very region, Hoenn, as you might've been able to guess based on what it was named, however it featured videos from all across the world, and was sectioned out into every different rating, so if you really wanted to you could find some hot Blaziken on Flannery action...Erm...That's besides the point though!

After 6 hours of games, eating and Hoenntube I finally decided to turn in for the night, jumping onto my comfy bed, I couldn't help but think about what I was told today however, it managed to keep me up for a good few hours, as I bombarded my own brain with questions I could never possibly even have the answer to, I whispered "Who was that….? What's with that stone….? What am I needed so desperately for…? Have I finally fucking lost it?" on that last question I chuckled, nodding somewhat contentedly "Yeah. That's probably it."

With that last thing I said, I allowed myself to fall into a blissful and fulfilling sleep, deciding to just stop with all of the questions so I could focus on getting as much rest as I could for tomorrow...not like anything different would happen..or would it?

I was quite the dreamer usually, but something was...off...about this rest, I did not dream, I think? I was in a room full of nothing but the blackness of nothingness, a voice was asking me questions, one by one, almost as if they were trying to get together my personality or some shit. One question in particular caught me off guard.

"Do you have the desire to live?"

I was flabbergasted by this question but I really had to wonder, DO I have any desire to live? My life is just an endless paradigm of constantly doing the same repetitive bullshit. Over and over and over again, it's like a bad dream that never ends if that was life...Do I desire it? Do I want to live…?

"I can sense and feel your thoughts. It is quite clear. You are unsure. You are stuck. Your life is uninteresting"

I nodded in agreement...is it sad that even an unknown entity knows that my life is boring as hell?

"I will give you a chance. An opportunity of sorts to spin your life, change it for the better. It will be a solution to both of the problems that are at hand."

While I hated my life desperately, I wasn't too sure I agreed with how shady these terms sounded like some entity was trying to sell me drugs to be completely honest, I pushed those thoughts aside however as this seemed to be a serious decision. I also took my dreams very seriously, dreams are signs of real like troubles and turmoil. Therefore I must be having this one for a reason right? I answered with a sure tone in my voice.

"... I'm all for it…" Not really knowing what the hell I agreed to, I had some brief second thoughts but I pushed those away as well, there wasn't really anything in it for me in the life I was currently living...working every day, amounting to nothing, spending time with all of these people that I can't even look at with a straight face because half of the time I want to punch them.

"Very well then." the entity said. At that point, a bright light filled the dreamscape, a complete change compared to the blackness of the dream, the entity spoke once more "It's time for you to wake up now. Enjoy your new life and do NOT make me regret my choice."

Those last words struck me with the venom of a Seviper, was this thing...threatening me? And if it could get into my dreams, imagine what else it could do. Oh jeez, I would rather not think about that sort of thing. The light was becoming ever brighter, becoming so blinding I had to close my eyes...in the dream...isn't that something?

Eventually, I awoke, returning to the world of reality, something immediately felt different however, I felt...stronger per say, I also felt warm, much warmer than usual. It felt like some sort of inner flame was burning within me, but it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, it was actually very pleasant.

I opened my eyes slowly, I was greeted by a nice blue sky with a couple of clouds, just like before, however I noticed one ALARMING change...the lack of an alarm, I blinked, looking over, what I saw was dirt and blades of grass and trees in the distance, I looked the opposite direction and I saw the exact same thing, I wasn't sure what in the hell was going on, but it didn't seem too bad...Not yet at least.

I sort of rolled over, that's when I REALLY noticed something, when I stood, I noticed that I was much much shorter than what I was used to, it was almost annoying how short I felt, I growled lightly, wait...I let out an actual growl? HUH? I was now extremely confused, my body was also aching a bit, I figured that was related to whatever the heck was going on right at this moment.

I decided to see if I could find a place to take a look at myself to make sure that I was okay, after a short period of walking around for 10 minutes, I found myself staring into a pond, I couldn't believe what I saw.

What stood there was a Houndour, with deep blue eyes and the usual skull-like part at the top of the head, and a snout that looked as if it could sniff out just about anything with enough effort, I shook my head "No….nonononono I couldn't be a pokemon, that's IMPOSSIBLE…" I took a second look, definitely was a Houndour, still in denial, I shook my head yet again "No….I'm not a Houndour and my name is….." a moment of complete horror struck as I realized a shocking truth. I don't even remember my name.

I stared at the reflection in the water for a solid 10 minutes before leaning down and taking a drink.

Whether I liked it or not,I'm a Pokemon now...

END -

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Not too shabby for an ameture ahah! Houndour isn't done enough I feel. Its underappreciated much like Jolteon and many other pokemon that I won't make a list of, otherwise we'd have an entire second chapter of nothing but that lol. I tried to give a different twist with the beginning here rather than your typical "I woke up on the beach" approach. Think I executed it quite well. Any questions should be explained as the story progresses.

Till Next Time, R&R