Don't mind me, I'm just gonna stick this story out in the open and see if anyone questions why it exists.


Chapter 1: Welcome

It was somewhere in a remote field. The only landmark close-by was a small pond. Barely visible in the distance were four different places: a forest, an ocean, a cave, and a desert. The only living creature in this vicinity was a figure who had been lying on the ground for a few hours now, unconscious. Slowly, and with difficulty, he began to pick himself up off of the ground.

"Whoa," he said, "where am I?" He was trying to contemplate exactly what happened before he was knocked out, but his memories were all blank. Then, a vision surfaced.

A long route connecting two major cities. A trainer sat on a wooden bench next to his long-time companion, Buizel. The trainer sighed. His career isn't going well; he's lost almost all of his gym battles and he just can't seem to get the hang of playing a leading role. He studied his three Poke Balls carefully, trying to decide if it would just be best for his Pokemon to find another trainer...

Suddenly, a strange noise made itself known from behind the trainer's back. He turned around. There was a large circular doorway floating in midair, pulsating different shades of purple, red, orange, and yellow. The trainer started to back away...and then he heard a voice.

"Welcome to Dimension Number 2." The voice was so captivating, so calm and convincing that it seemed to beckon anyone who heard it. "Do you seek entertainment...excitement...enlightenment? Step into this portal, and you will enter a world of adventure and wonder beyond your wildest dreams. Leave all your worries behind and release your inhibitions in a world without consequence."

The trainer didn't have to think very hard about this one. A world with no rules? No consequences? A place where he could go just to leave everything behind and be free...? It was a dreamworld to him. Without thinking twice, he jumped right in.

The figure clutched his aching head. He felt very strange for some reason. His arms were stiff and felt rather stubby, like they couldn't fit around his head. His legs felt even shorter. He realized that he had a rather hard time turning his body around, like a strange power was forcing him to face a certain direction. Not to mention, he saw a very large red object that seemed to protrude from the middle of his face. He worked his way towards the center of the plain meadow, where the pond sat in contrast to all the green of the grass, making itself known. He stared into the surface of the water...

A Nosepass stared back.

This kind of sight would freak out anyone intelligent enough to differentiate a Nosepass from a human. And that is mostly everybody. So the Nosepass lost himself in his own confusion and shock and fell into the pond. The giant magnet floated on the surface, wobbling a bit, but correcting itself in the direction of North, towards the distant forest. He just sat there, floating towards this forest, thoughts racing every which way without any idea where they were going.

What kind of dimension is this?! Why am I a Pokemon?! Where are all my other Pokemon?! What am I supposed to be doing here?! How do I get back?! His questions continued in a similar pattern. He was only interrupted by a scream coming from the other side of the pond. Nosepass shifted his eyes and noticed a Pichu with a darker tone of skin then normal. But that's not what he noticed right away; it was the purple pirate's hat that it was wearing. That wasn't much of a pirate's scream that he heard just now. The Pichu was scrambling backward in disbelief. An interesting thought crossed Nosepass's mind: Is this guy having the same problem I was just now? By waddling his legs in the water, he was able to cruise slowly towards the opposite shore.

"Hey, buddy," called Nosepass from the pond. "Are you stuck here too?" The Pichu directed its surprised expression, unchanging, to Nosepass. "You jumped into a mysterious portal that sounded really convincing and you wound up here, turned into a Pokemon?"

Pichu calmed down a little bit. "Y-yeah," he said with a shaky, oddly low-pitched voice, "B-but what's h-happening? W-why am I a P-Pichu?"

Nosepass shrugged; or rather, tried to shrug. "I was a human too. I was just as surprised when I suddenly found out I was a Nosepass." Pichu didn't respond. "I think it's all part of the, er, 'excitement'. What better way to help a trainer forget about his worries than to turn him into an innocent animal and enter a peaceful world that lacks all the pressure of being a trainer?" Pichu looked a lot calmer now. Nosepass did too; having explained it out loud to himself, it didn't really seem too bad.

"Yeah, I guess so," Pichu couldn't help but agree. "When life gives you lemons..."

"Make lemon-maringue pie!" finished Nosepass.

"Yeah...I guess that's even better than lemonade!" Pichu was smiling now. "My name's Daniel Imi Even, but you can call me Dan."

"And I'm Bob Sladfigy. But you can call me Mr. Cheese."

The two stared at each other in silence. Dan tilted his head. "Mr. Cheese?"

"No," said Bob dully. "Just call me Bob...yo!"

And there they were, two friends stranded in the same boat out to sea. Each of them were thinking of the kind of stuff that two friends could do together in such a strange new world. And then Bob realized that he was still in the pond.

"Oh, uh, you mind helping me out a little?" said Bob.

Dan complied. He tried as hard as he could to get the 200-pound nose out of the water, but he slipped and fell over, his pirate hat landing beside him. He put his hat back on and tried again. This time, he lifted Bob with such ease that he fell backward again. Bob was out of the water.

"Gee, you can be really strong when you're serious about it," said Bob in awe.

But Dan wasn't paying attention. He was busy staring at the entity that actually did most of the musclework. Bob followed Dan's stare and found himself wishing he had a jaw to drop.


AN: A mostly unknown author steps out of nowhere and comes up with a story for an enormously popular category. Will he get ignored or idolized? Will he get any reviews or even favorites and alerts? I guess we'll all find out sooner or later.