Alright everyone. Lately I've been reading a lot of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon fanfics, particularly Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Silver Resistance by Scytherider. So I got thinking; what don't I write one? I know that I already have PMD: FOA, but I really just wrote that so I would be eligible to be a beta reader. Sorry, but it's true. So, after about two weeks of developing new characters, and preparing my trip to Kraken Con (this is being written April 15th) I decided to write this. This will take major story elements from PMD EoS, that being the boss fights, but will start out completely different. I don't want to go into all the details, since you could just read this and not the actual story that took me days to write. But enough of my rambling, I've got a costume to order, grades to keep up, and a story to write. So, without further adieu, prepare to enter the Mystery Dungeon world!

Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you! Have fun and don't die!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Nintendo, Pokemon, or any of the characters shown except for my own Original Characters.

Welcome to the world of Pokemon; before I let you through, I need to ask a few questions about you. Please answer truthfully.

Now then…

Have you ever blurted something out without thinking about the consequences first?

If I'm going to be honest, then yes.

Do you want to be taller someday?

I could use a little height. I'll go with yes.

Once you've decided on something, do you see it through to the end?

Hell yeah! Don't start what you can't finish.

Have you ever said 'nice to meet you' to someone you've meet previously?

I'd be kind of a jerk if I didn't… Yes.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought 'What a cool person'?

Bwhahahahaha! Oh god no, I'm nerdy as can be!

Have you ever thought about digging in your backyard thinking you could find buried treasure?

Maybe when I was little…

Do you prefer to play outside than inside?

If I'm with friends, yes.

You discover a beat-up looking treasure chest covered with strange ruins. What do you do?

Open it of course!

Have you ever realized you were hogging the conversation?

So many times…

When you see a switch, do you have an overwhelming urge to flip it?

Uhh, no.

Have you ever forgotten you bought something and bought another one?

At least once…or twice.

Do you think it's important to be the best?

Not a bit. I hate the spotlight.

Do you want to be famous?

I'd rather be rich, so I'll pass on this one. No thanks.

If you saw someone being bad, would you scold them?

I did that three days ago. Damn laser pointers…

Have you ever had a joke that fell flat?

I had jokes that face-planted.

Do you like lively parties?

Oh, god no. I hate stuff like that

Are you truly sincere when apologizing?

Again, I'd be a jerk if I didn't. Yes.

Do you like karaoke?

My friends don't like being deaf…no. and double no.

You're hiking up a mountain when you reach a diverging path. Do you take the wide or narrow path?

I don't like my luck… I'll take the wide path.

Your friend takes a spectacular fall! Help or laugh?

God, a lot of these is just be an asshole or no. I would help my friend up without a second's hesitation.

Have you ever called a teacher 'Dad' or 'Mom'?

Yes.

There's a rumor of a ghost haunting the school bathroom! What do you do?

Don't make me go in there… I hate ghosts…

You're friend is running a little late. Is that okay?

Of course!

Do you think, no matter what, life must go on?

…yeah.

Do you think it is sometimes necessary to blame others for what you did?

Nope.

You're in a movie theater. What do you watch?

Action.

You have a really important test tomorrow! What do you do?

I mean, I usually study…

You're in class when you have to go to the bathroom!

I can hold it, I'm not two.

Do you think you have good study habits?

Yes.

You're packing your classrooms snacks for a picnic when you get hungry. What do you do?

I'm fine. I won't eat it.

You see a cake that's past its expiration date, but only by a single day. What do you do?

I'll think about it.

You just stuffed yourself on a nice meal when dessert arrives. What do you do?

Dessert… yummy… I love dessert, so I'll eat it.

You're friend made a meal that tastes terrible. What is your reaction?

I don't want hurt their feelings… I'll suck it up.

Everyone's sharing a dessert, but there is one piece left. What do you do?

I'll tell everyone. I don't take the last piece unless told to.

You're eating at a very fancy restaurant known for its food. What's your order?

I mean anything. I really don't care.

You're offered dinner by a friend.

I humbly accept, but I won't go all out.

Do you prefer to be busy or have a lot of free time?

Free time.

You take off your shoes when you realize your socks are different colors!

Damn… I would be embarrassed.

You've been asked to do a difficult task… what do you do?

I'll ask for help.

You notice a toy that you bought yesterday is half price today! Reaction?

Argghhhhh!

Do you think it's important to be fashionably late?

I don't… yeah. I don't know that one.

How are your mornings?

Eh, ok.

You've been invited to the party of your dreams… but no one is there! What do you think?

Did something happen?

You've been given a large souvenir bag. What do you do?

I'll stem my curiosity and open it later.

Hey what's that? There's someone behind you! So… did you look?

Can't believe I fell for it…

Final question…

Male or Female?

I am a proud male!

Thank you for answering the questions… I will now analyze your aura.

…

…

…

You seem to have… A stunning golden aura.

And you seem to be… the docile type!

After analysis, you shall be a…

Charmander!

A… Charmander?

Yes!

… Okay then…

Prepare to enter the world of Pokémon! Have fun and don't die!

Okay… wait what!?

Too late! Sending you through!

"FELIX! JUST HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER!"

"I CAN'T! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"

"I'M BEGGING YOU, JUST A LITTLE FARTHER, WE'RE ALMOST-"

"NO! I'M SLIPPING!"

"HOLD ON!"

"WHAAAAA!"

… … …

Sleepy…

Tired…

Weak…

I could barely open my eyes; I was in so much pain. I saw three shadowy figures running towards me, a fourth, larger shadow close by. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a second, but when I opened back up, two of the smaller figures were fighting the bigger one, and after another close, three more figures, one larger, two smaller walked up to the first three, and gave them something. I closed my eyes for a fourth time, and saw the first three figures looking down at me, one of them standing a little farther back.

"He…y…are…y…ou…ok?" one of them asked, the voice sounding female.

"Le…ave…him…he…mig…ht…be…a…cr…imin…al…" a second, rugged male voice told the first, who took a step back.

"But…we don't…know…" a third, also male voice spoke, the voices and noises getting clearer than before. I felt one of them drag me away, and set me on something. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing them jump back.

"He's injured…what do we…do?" the female voice asked.

"I said…leave him." the second voice spoke again, sounding like he was leaving. The female voice left as well, but the third voice came up, and I felt myself leave the ground.

"I'll make sure…you'll be okay…" the third voice reassured me, I tried to give a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. I closed my eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes once again, I was in a room, looking at the ceiling. I could see better than before, and I could make out a window, showing a cloudy sky. I moved my arms, and I realized I was in a bed. I tried to move my head and sit up, but I fell back in pain. I heard a gasp, and something closing. Rough hands held me down, and I felt a sharp prick in my arm, and I fell into another deep sleep.

I woke up, and I could see better than before this time, the sky outside still a cloudy grey. I managed to look down, and saw my entire chest covered in bandages and some strange orange cloth. To tired to care, I rested my head back and looked back up at the ceiling. What felt like hours past before I heard a door open, and I turned my head towards the sound. A strange figure, no more than a few feet tall made their way up to me, some strange wooden thing in its hands. I couldn't make out anything else about the figure.

"Well, looks like your awake and healing up nicely this time. Hopefully I won't have to inject you again this time." A female voice spoke. I could make out that the figure was white, and possibly pink, but nothing else.

"Where… where am I?" I asked the figure, struggling to make the noise. My voice was raspier than I remember, but I might just be thirsty. The figure lowered its object, and tilted its head at me.

"Why, you're in Treasure Town. Home of the esteemed Wigglytuff Guild." It answered. "You've been unconscious for quite awhile now, you shouldn't be talking." It warned, but I tried and succeeded in shaking my head.

"What…happened…?" I asked, getting a sigh from the figure as it looked at the wooden object in its hands.

"Well, I can't tell you what happened exactly, but according to the list here you are very lucky. Multiple fractured ribs, a broken leg, severe internal bleeding, concussion, bruises on most of your body, and finally to round it all off, you went into cardiac arrest multiple times during the surgery. Had the rescue team gotten you here a second later, you wouldn't have made it." It lowered its object again, extending a pink hand. "I'm Nurse Blissey, and I've been making sure you don't leave for the distortion world just yet." I reached out a shaky hand, and managed to shake hers.

"Might I ask your name, for the records?" the nurse asked. I nodded, it being the only thing I remember right now.

"It's…Felix." I muttered out, my hand falling back to the bed from exhaustion. She nodded, setting the object down on the table nearby me.

"Nice to meet you Felix. Now, I'll be injecting you one final time with the healing solution, and when you wake up you should be able to walk around. That sounds good for you?" it asked, I nodded my head in reply. She reached over me and grabbed some strange tube. "Now, I know from experience that this will hurt a lot. Are you ready?" I nodded again. She nodded too, and pierced my arm with the tube, and my entire body burned like hellfire. I blacked out before I could fully register what had happened.

… … …

When I woke up for the final time, my vision was fully restored, and I could finally move around. I looked at where the nurse entered from before, but all I was a wall. Confused, I looked out the window, only to have a wall there too! Really confused, I tried to sit up, and noticed that the door was behind me, and there were no more windows. I must be in a different room, I thought. I looked ahead, seeing three figures sitting at a table, all looking at me. One was a stout green figure with a red stomach and a twig poking out from between his teeth. His eyes were a putrid shade of yellow, and his hands ended in three points. He looked at me disdainfully. The second one was a darker color, nearly black. It had red tufts of fur sticking out from its head, and sharp claws on its hands. The third and final one was sleeping on the table, and it was a shade of blue, with strange pads on its wrists. It wore a pair of orange goggles, and both it and the dark one wore red scarfs. The green one wore nothing. The dark one stood up and spoke.

"Hello, are you feeling better now?" it asked. The first female voice I heard matched hers perfectly. The green one scoffed, turning away.

"Who cares; he doesn't matter." The rugged male voice fit matched his with precision. The dark one turned on him and scolded the green being, its eyes closed. The blue one raised its head, blinking the sleep out of its eyes before staring at me.

"He's…awake…" It looked in awe; the third voice fit his as well. He clambered over the green one, getting an insult but he didn't care. He made his way up to my side, and cocked his head to the side.

"Do you remember me?' it asked. The green one looked back up.

"Dee, get away from him!" he shouted. 'Dee' frowned, turning around.

"But, I just wanna know…" he whined. The green one crossed its eyes and arms, looking away. The dark one sighed, walking up to me as well.

"I apologize on behalf of Brandon; he doesn't take well to strangers." She told me, motioning to the green one. "I'm Crystal, member and founder of Rescue Team Strikers." She placed a claw on her chest, which meant she was talking about her… I felt stupid just thinking about something so freaking obvious. She pointed to Brandon, saying that he's the leader of the group, and then to Dee, saying that he's the third founder and member of the team. It took me a second to register all this; I had just woken up! These fellas were just throwing so many things at me, telling me that one of them hated me, another was intrigued by me, and yet another treated me like some kid! I shook my hands in front of my face to slow her down.

"Wait wait wait! Okay, back up a second, and tell me how I got here." I asked, trying not to bump my apparent large nose. I felt my nose, feeling it a lot longer than I remember. My arms weren't orange; I didn't have slits for nostrils… what the hell is going on here! The blue one, Dee, looked up at me and cocked his head to the side again before fixing himself.

"Sorry, it's a nervous twitch." He stopped leaning over me, and straightened up. "We found you a little ways away from here, washed up on Treasure Beach. We chased an outlaw wanted for stealing an important item to our client, so we followed him to the beach. Upon fighting and winning against him, we noticed an orange mound stuck between a set of rocks. Upon further inspection, we saw that it was you, covered in blood and barely breathing. Crystal here dragged you over to some driftwood and propped you up. When Brandon over here saw that you were a Charmander, he acted like you were another outlaw, telling Crystal to leave you. I ignored him, picked you up, and ran back to the hospital here. By the time I got here, you had stopped breathing and was taken immediately into intensive care and then to surgery. You've been out for close to a week now, and we've been waiting for you to wake up." He finished, taking his seat once more. Crystal remained by me, pulling a pad of paper out of her bag.

"Okay, do you remember how you got on the beach?" I shook my head.

"What about the storm the night before we found you?" I shook my head.

"Do you remember your name?" I answered that one.

"Felix." She made a note on the paper.

"Do you have any other memories?" I shook my head.

"Do you remember what species you are?" I looked at her confused. She sighed.

"Do you remember that you're a Charmander?" I shook my head.

"Well you are. Next question, do you know where you came from?" I shook my head. She returned the paper to the bag, and put it on her shoulder. The other two got up, and left. Before she did, she turned to me.

"Wait here, we're going to ask our Guild Master what to do with you." And with that she left. I lied back down in the bed, relaxing. So apparently I was washed up on the shore, heavily injured. I was then found by Team Strikers, brought here, nearly died mind you, and finally brought to this room to finish healing. I looked down at my smooth orange chest (the strange cloth from before turned out to be my own flesh), seeing a lot of blood-soaked bandages. Shocked, I replaced the sheets and closed my eyes, feeling tired.

… … …

A loud banging woke me up from my sleep, and a series of yelling followed.

"No! I refuse to let-." It sounded like Brandon from before, but he sounded infuriated.

"I don't care if he's the reincarnation of Darkrai himself! He will join you until he gets his bearings, it's in the code!" A squawking voice shouted back, and it sounded like wings flapping.

"Ah, to hell with the code! I will never allow it!" Brandon shouted.

"Never insult the code, or me! If it wasn't for me and the Guild Master, you would have been killed in that fire!"

"If it wasn't for his kind then there would have been no fire!"

"ENOUGH! You will take him in, and you will accept him! Otherwise, you can give me your badge and leave my sight!" A door slammed, and Brandon cursed loudly at his verbal assailant. My door opened, and Brandon looked through it, not fully stepping into the room.

"Since the Guild Master insists that my team follows the Explorer Code, which means that unless you refuse, you will join my exploration team until you can survive on your own. I'll be here when you're released for your answer." And with that, he left me alone in the room confused to all hell. What was an exploration team? Why does Brandon hate me so? And who was that yelling at him? Shaking my head, I decided to resume my nap. Some sleep would do me good.

… … …

The following morning the same nurse from before entered my room waking me from my deep and dreamless slumber.

"Hello Felix. Let's see how you're healing up today, shall we?" she asked, I nodded sleepily. She took off the sheets and removed the bandages around my chest and abdomen. Long and painful cuts covered me, and bruises dotted me like stars in the sky.

"Well, as long as those cuts stay closed, you should be roughly okay…" she muttered to herself. She handed me a roll of bandages and a bottle of pills.

"Take two pills every day before you go to sleep. Never take three, and don't take just one. The bandages are for if your cuts re-open." She told me, wrapping a new set of bandages on me. She leaned down to do something, and I felt the bed I was in start to move, forcing me into a sitting position. I swung my legs over, and jumped off the bed, nearly wiping out on the cool wooden floor. I turned around to stretch, and I saw a little flame dart out of sight. Perplexed, I looked over my shoulder and saw that I had a tail, and on top of it lived a tiny little ember, no bigger than my fist. Nurse Blissey giggled as I spun around trying to get a better look.

"My my, looks like you have a more severe case of amnesia than I thought." I stopped and looked at her, deciding to leave my tail alone for the time being.

"What do you mean?" I asked when she had finally calmed down from the laughter. She wiped a tear from her eye, and answered that all members of my species have a tail with the Life Flame blazing on he end. It would never be extinguished until I died, and I myself could never smother it out. The size of the flame indicated the members emotional and physical state, where if I'm angry or healthy it would flare to a larger size and heat; but if I'm injured or sad it would flicker to a small, tiny ember.

"And that's it in a nutshell." She finished. I looked back over and saw it. It burned a little more than before. I took that as I sign that I was feeling better, so I took my leave from the room after heart fully thanking the nurse for taking care of me. She gave me a small bag to hold the medicine she handed me earlier, and I slung it around my shoulder before walking out. Outside the front doors sat Brandon, twirling a small shiny badge between his fingers. He looked up as I made my way near him, and he tossed the badge at me. I caught it, and stared.

"That's your Rescue Badge. If you want to join, that is." He told me, readjusting his pack before walking off. I placed the badge in my pack before following him. We went down a long dirt path before entering a small town area. I could see various shops and buildings around me, all stationed by various figures. A few places were empty completely, not even anyone to guard it. Many were standing around, idly chatting about things they did during the day. Brandon went on ahead, and I ran up to catch him.

The next place I saw was a crossroads. To my immediate left there was a hole in the ground with a sign placed next to it. Further away from that, a pathway leading to the beach. I shuddered; think about what could have happened if they didn't arrive in time to save me. I turned to my right, and saw Brandon making his way up a lot of steps, to a very strangely shaped building. It kind of resembled Nurse Blissey, if only for the color. It had long rabbit ears, and a strange wrought iron gateway for a mouth. I followed him up, and saw his stop moving and stand on a sort of grate. He leaned down and shouted.

"Hey Jr! I've got a visitor so don't slack off when you read his footprint!" he shouted down; I heard a groan in reply. He stepped off before staring right at me.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get on the damn grate!" he barked, surprising me. I hastily went up and stood on the wooden grate.

"Pokemon detected!"

"Whose footprint? Whose footprint?"

"The pokemon is Charmander! The pokemon is Charmander!"

"You may enter!"

I stared right into space. The two voices shouting at each other nearly shocked me out of my skin, my eyes bugging out. Brandon calmly walked up as the iron gates raised, allowing entrance. On autopilot, I followed him.

Inside the small hut was a ladder leading down, and I saw the top of Brandon's head disappear from view. I went down the ladder, taking care to tuck in my tail before entering.

The first floor I saw was filled with assorted figures, all doing different things. A massive yellow and blue figure picked off several pieces of paper off the wall with his teeth before walking over to two smaller green and yellow figures. A large blue and red bird was conversing with a small white and red caterpillar with two small yellowish horns. It looked nervous to all hell. Many others were talking to themselves, or going up and down different ladders. Brandon jumped off our ladder, and I did the same, nearly crashing into a massive purple snake. It hissed in retaliation before slithering off.

"This is the Wigglytuff Rescue Base. In here you will find every rescue team this side of the Kyogre Sea. This first floor is dedicated to the Outlaw Notice Board and the Rescue Offer Board. Both hold requests from various pokemon that need help. The floors below hold the storage facility, team bunks, the cafeteria, and finally the Croagunk Swap Shop and the Guildmaster's room." Brandon explained before dashing down the set of red ladder to the right. I stood there confused for a while until I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a towering, white and red figure with red markings over their body and claws for fingers. It was at least three times my own size!

"Brandon leave you all lost and alone?" it asked. I nodded, not knowing what else to do. The figure sighed.

"Yeah, Brandon has been known to do that from time to time. It's not his fault; he just doesn't like new kinds of folk. Names Auster, but every one calls me Big Al, on account of my size." He extended one of his claws, and I shook it.

"My names Felix." I replied.

"I'm the second in command of Team Cutter." He had a light accent, so I guess he wasn't from here. He sighed again. "But don't let my size or strength fools you, I rarely fight." He turned to me. "Brandon really doesn't like any fire types, after what happened. But since he has left you, I'll finish showing you around before handing you off to the guild master." I shook my hands at him.

"No, you don't have to do that." He shrugged.

"Eh, it's not like I have anything else to do for today; I already finished the mission I was assigned." He finished, reaching down and picking me up with one hand, much to my surprise and shock. He deftly tossed me in the air before grabbing me and placing me on his shoulder. I looked closer at him, and saw his thick white fur was dotted with long and deep scars; this was a Pokémon who had seen quite a few fights! He turned to look at me.

"Might wanna hold on, I'll be going pretty fast down the ladder. So you might want to… HOLD ON!" He shouted, shocking me and he bolted down the stairs so fast that on pure reflex I managed to grab his shoulder fur. He leaped over several others, and straight down the blue ladder. He landed on his arms, and flipped back over to his legs. I looked around in awe, seeing all the different things underground. I could feel my flame grow a little from the excitement. Auster yelped before picking be up and lightly tossing me on the floor. I looked up at him before realizing that my ember had set a patch of his fur on fire. He quickly pat it out and looked at me before muttering something I couldn't catch. From then on, I walked instead of hitching a ride.

"Now, this floor has most of the guild in it, save for the Guildmaster's room and the team bunks. If you'll look over here, you can see that we have a few shops down here; this is due to the fact that we've needed to expand so much that a few well known shopkeepers in Treasure Town have moved their business down here." He pointed out a store owned by a family of Natu's and Xatu's that can open locked treasure chests for a fee, a rather shady looking Mismagius that owned a bank, and a storage area manned by a rather friendly looking Gallade. The Gallade waved at me, and I nervously waved back. He smiled and went back to checking papers. Auster noticed, and commented.

"That guy is Alon. The nicest and deadliest pokemon you will ever know. As long as you stay on his good side, you'll never have to know the fury that is a Gallade." He shuddered. "Luckily, the only thing that will get you on his bad side is theft or murder without a damn good reason, so everyone here hasn't seen that side of him in years." I looked at him.

"Why? What happened then?" Auster shook his head.

"It's best not to bring it up."

… … …

"And that concludes the Wigglytuff Guild grand tour!" Auster shouted once he'd shown me everything. We were standing in front of the Guildmaster's room, so this would be goodbye for now. Turns out this place is packed with pokemon; there were twenty different rooms for rescue teams, and sixteen were packed!

"Alright, all you have to do now is go and tell the guild master that Team Strikers has accepted you until further notice." Auster finished, climbing back up the ladder. I stood alone in the large room, the only noise coming from Croagunk's bubbling cauldron. I cautiously knocked on the large wooden doors, and I took a step back in surprise. The doors opened by themselves, and I heard a voice from inside. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it. I grabbed my tail nervously as I walked inside. The door closed behind me, startling me. I clutched my tail like a lifeline as I went further into the guildmaster's room.

I came across another set of wooden doors, a light leaking out from the other side. The voice from earlier continued to speak, and this time I could place it. It was the pokemon that Brandon was yelling at earlier. I slowly opened the door, and the voice stopped. I peered inside and saw two pokemon sitting at a table, looking over at me. One was a strange bird with multi-colored feathers, and the other was… I really don't know how else to describe it. It was a fluffy pink doughnut with rabbit ears. Its face resembled the outside of the guild, so I guessed that it was the guildmaster.

"Friendly friend!" the pink one shouted, startling me. It bolted over and picked me up in a very tight hug. It squeezed me to the pointed where the bird had to pry it away from me. It sighed, turning back to look at me.

"Oh, you must be the Charmander that Strikers saved. So, have you come to a decision whether or not to join?" I meekly nodded, not sure what else to do. The bird clapped its wings together before hopping off to the back room. The guildmaster eyed me, and I flushed red.

"Friendly friend!" it shouted, causing me to cower. I sure as heck didn't want to be strangled by this guy again! But it only went up to me and shook my hand.

"Welcome to my guild! I am Wigglytuff!" it shouted. I say it because although I had no doubt he was male, he had a very feminine voice and actions. The bird came back from his trip, and dumped several items at my feet. One of which was a larger pack than the one I currently carried.

"This is your rescue starter kit, given to every member of every team. Open it up." The bird told me. I did as asked, and I saw more things inside the bag. A white scarf, several glass bottles filled with fluid, and a map. I grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around my neck, and unfurled the map. It was blank except for the landmasses. The scarf felt quite warm, and I liked it.

"That is the map of the Cyin region, the place where we are currently…" The bird pointed to a spot by the coastline. "Is right here." I looked at the map more, and saw things from caves to mountains, stretching far and wide. The bird flapped its wings.

"Oh my! I completely forgot to introduce ourselves! I am the second in command of the guild, Chatot. This is guild master Wigglytuff!" Chatot flapped his wings again, sending a feather flying into the air.

"We need to get you to the bunks before it gets too late." He hopped over, placed everything into the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. "Follow me, I'll show you the way." He ran out of the room in a hurry. I gathered myself and took off after him. I saw his head vanish from sight down the ladder, so I slid down it. On the bottom he was waiting for me.

"This way to Team Strikers bunks!" he shouted, flapping his wings before flying off. I ran ahead, trying to not step on my tail. I past right by Auster talking to one of his teammates, and I shouted his name and waved as I ran by. Chatot took a right before hitting the stone wall, and slipped by another room. I squeezed through, and saw Team Strikers bunks.

Two blazing torches adorned the front of the room, with the team name emblazoned on a sheet of metal above it. Inside I saw Dee from before tinkering on some metal parts. He looked up and waved me over. Chatot handed me my items and a goodnight before flying off. I took both bags and went inside.

Inside the room were seven doors leading off in various directions, three had name plates over them. The one directly facing the entrance had Brandon's name in bold letters, and the two on either side were Dee's and Crystal's. Dee was sitting at a rather ornate oak wood table with several metal parts around him, his goggles on his eyes. He wiped his hands off with a cloth rag before shaking my… claw? I suppose it's a claw.

"It's nice to meet you without you nearly dead." He told me, rather bluntly too. I nodded.

"Yeah, it's not an experience I would like to feel again." I replied, looking around. I didn't even notice Dee reach behind him and hand me something. It was a metal plate with my name in it, hand engraved.

"It was a pain to carve that, so you only get the one." He told me. He took it back before nailing it on the far right door. He beckoned me over, and I followed.

"Open the door; it's your new room after all." He said. I was surprised. I reached for the door, sliding it open. I stood in awe.

Inside was a roaring fire on a brazier, a blazing inferno on a mountain of coals fit for a dragon. Solid steel steps lead up to it, and I unknowingly took a step forward, entranced by the dancing wisps moving around in the flames. I set my packs on the door near the door and turned to Dee. He was smiling.

"So, do you like it? Soth and Sun were up for hours putting it together for you, so when you see them, give them thanks." I looked at him, confused.

"Who's Soth and Sun?" Dee cocked his head at me.

"Soth and Sun are the founders of Team Blaze. An Arcanine and a Ninetails, they know fire better than most. And it shows." I turned back around to the fire, staring deep inside of it. Dee noticed this and left with a goodnight. I didn't register that he said it before the next morning. I slowly went up to the fire, and stood a step away from standing in it. The fire felt warm, but it lacked something. I took another step forward and became engulfed in the flames. It was perfect, the fire heating my skin in such a way that I melted in bliss. I fell on my back, and dug myself deep into the coals. I looked at the stone and earth ceiling, before succumbing to the warmth of fire and falling into a deep slumber.

I had completely forgotten to redo the bandages and the medicine. Well, too late now.

And thus ends the first chapter of the fan fiction. With the new protagonist suffering from a severe case of amnesia, barely even remembering his own name, how will this story unfold?! Hell if I know, I'm just the writer. Time for a bit of trivia!

The original chapter was to be exactly 10 pages long (I write in Microsoft Word) and 5000 words long. After adding the questionnaire and author's notes, the total exceeds 6200 words!

And for all you wondering, I'm trying to keep the average chapter length somewhere in the 5000's, since the 2000 word average in Pokémon Adventures! really disappoints me. Anyway, I can tell that you all are sick and tired of my rambling, and I cannot blame you. So, with a final farewell and goodbye, I conclude chapter one of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Team Strikers!