A/N WARNING! A CRACK FIC APPROACHES!

Welcome to This Crap is for the Birds. Since even the insane needs standards (not really, but we're giving them some), here is a list of rules the fic and its characters will follow at all times (under penalty of an anvil falling on their head).

1) The first rule of TCiftB. Do not talk about TCiftB.

2) Physics are merely a suggestion.

3) Everything is logical until proven otherwise. And, if funny, even after.

4) If you can't break the fourth wall creatively, don't break it at all.

5) All flames will be striped for useful parts that could be used in improving the fic, and then given to Customer Service. Customer Service is the name of my Houndoom.

6) Sanity is not recommended. Unless your name is Albert. In which case, we'll torture you.

And without further ado, I present…

THIS CRAP IS FOR THE BIRDS

CHAPTER 1

A supporting character fall from the sky

"Oh… I can't do it." The quadrupedal (four legged) grass type known to some people as a Chikorita said, pacing the ground in front of Wigglytuff's guild. It was a large tent that featured its namesakes face on top of it. "I can't enter. I'm such a- falling bird!"

At that moment, a small bird plummeted to the ground. Its body was covered in grey feathers, but its head was unseen, currently stuck in the ground. The Chikorita approached it curiously.

"Hello, Mr. Birdy? You okaaaay?" She asked. The bird was currently trying to use its wings to eject itself from the dirt. After several seconds, it came to the conclusion that its current task was a futile endeavor and groaned loudly. Or, attempted to, because there was a quick noise that sounded like the beginning of a groan, and then the sound of choking. Presumably on dirt.

"I can help you, Mr. Birdy! And then you'll join my rescue team, and we'll save the world!" The Chikorita loudly proclaimed, before she began using her forefeet to tug on the small bird. After ten seconds of pulling, a feathery face emerged from the dirt. The head had a large white mane, a single long red feather, and its actual face was grey.

"Holy crap… What did I do last night?" He (by the sound of its voice) asked. "Wait, it's coming back to me… Oh god, repress the memory, Aether, repress the memory!"

"Uh, are you a human who lost all his memories on entering this world, and now you'll join my rescue team and we'll go on a super amazing adventure?" The Chikorita asked. The bird looked at her.

"Dang, I'm in PMD. To answer your question, no. I was never a human. I'm here because I'm no longer able to set neither talon nor wing in my previous world." The bird, Aether, answered.

"Why not?" The Chikorita asked, not without a hint of curiosity.

"I can't say all the details. But, it involves an LC party at Smogon University, several thousand Jumpluffs, a skit based on "Big Bang Theory", a drunken Magcargo, the cast of "How I met your Mother", a bloodthirsty Empoleon nicknamed Pengywen, and a disco ball." Aether responded.

"Uh, are you on crack?"

"No, but I'm fairly certain Mewtwo was."

"MEWTWO?" The Chikorita yelled.

"It was a wild party. All little cup parties are," Aether said wisely, "Mainly because the list of people who care about us is so short, we generally aren't supervised."

"…I honestly don't know how to respond. HEY, wanna form a rescue team with me? You seem like a funny Rufflet." The Chikorita requested, her eyes literally sparkling.

Aether paused a moment, trying to remember the plot of the Explorer games. After a few seconds, "Go down to the beach and something good will happen."

"Okay!" The gullible Chikorita said, trotting off down the staircase.

"Team Skull, come on out!" Apollo yelled once the Chikorita was out of earshot.

"How did you know we were here?" A floating naval mine with a face asked, coming out of the bushes. He was followed by a bat like creature, appropriately known as a Zubat.

"Not important. Anyway, that girl has a most likely valuable artifact on her personage…" He paused, "Pokmonage? Er, I'm sure it doesn't make a difference. Go rob her." He ordered.

"You don't boss us around!" The Zubat yelled.

"Who does?" Aether asked.

"Skuntank!" The two members of Team Skull answered.

"And where is he?" Aether asked.

"…We don't know!" The two yelled, crying.

"He vanished into thin air five minutes ago!" The Koffing elaborated.

"We just want our boss back!" The Zubat cried.

"The Plot gets what the Plot wants, huh?" Aether said, sympathetically.

"You know whose fault this is? TELL US SO WE CAN KILL THEM!" The Koffing demanded.

"Just go rob the grass type. Your boss will reappear when the plot demands it." Aether answered.

"Whoever this Plot person is, they're goin' down when they bring us back our Skuntank!" Zubat vowed, as the pair left.

"Good, now that the plot is on track, I don't have to deal with any of them. They're not my problem, and I don't have to appear anymore since I no longer have importance to the plot." Aether paused, "Dang it! I just gave up my chance to be a main character! I could have saved the world… Or, at the very least, be the token evil character. Or part of the quirky mini boss squad. Those are always fun. Naw, Team Skull isn't cool. Team Rocket would be fun, though. But they're not in this dimension."

"Might as well go hang with Wigglytuff. He's fun. Unlike everyone else in this dimension." Aether said, entering in the guild. Luckily for him, since the bars blocking the door weren't described till now, he had absolutely no problem entering, due to the fact that the bars weren't present until now. Yes, that is how writing works. Ever heard of my friend Chekhov?

Scene Break

"The newest member of our dimension is fitting in well." Arceus, a large, white, horse like Pokemon, mused. He was currently floating in his cloud domain, which had a perfectly clear puddle in the center. One which currently showed a Rufflet speaking to a Wigglytuff.

"I'm just curious, why did he do to get him kicked out of his last dimension?" Palkia, who's appearence can only be described as a fusion of a lizard, a hunchback person, wanted to know. He had heard rumors, but nothing cement.

"I heard that Giratina was involved." Dialga, who resembled a blue deer clad in iron, chimed in.

"Really? I thought it was Genesect." Palkia said. "And, since I'm sure the readers want to know, why are you here and not assisting the plot of the main game?" A large anvil hit Palkia on the head, knocking him to the cloud floor.

"The me in Temporal Tower is nothing but a copy to hold down the fort. I'm equally sure nothing bad is happening there right now." Dialga revealed, "Even if something was, our inspiration was the Greek gods. This pretty much gives us free reign to be despicable."

"TO ANSWER YOUR PREVIOUS QUESTION," Arceus, who disliked being ignored, yelled, "Both were. I'm also fairly certain Mewtwo was there as well, but when the Arceus in the main game's dimension asked him, he said and I quote 'If you guys mention it again, I'll go Mewtwo Strikes Back all over the cannon.'"

"So, what do we do now?" Palkia asked.

…

"Wanna take a page from our inspiration and start messing with the lives of mortals?" Arceus suggested.

"I'll get Giratina!" Palkia volunteered.

"I'll get Shaymin- I mean, the pizza!" Dialga yelled. The duo vanished while Arceus created a white board out of thin air.

"Who could we send after Apollo? I'm pretty sure there's a Steelix somewhere with his name on it…" Arceus plotted, spawning a marker and writing on the board.