A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon story. Some original pokemon will be appearing, but don't worry, Descriptions will be discreetly (Yeah, right) slipped in. If you don't want to go by my descriptions though, petital and many others that will be in the story can be found at pokemon treasures. Please R&R, and enjoy.

It had been a less than pleasant day for the young petital slowly walking through the forest. Everything seemed to be going against the leaf-kitten pokemon. Today he had been startled or spooked five times! (a new record) And more were sure to be coming. Being a cat-like pokemon, his natural edginess was enhanced by his habit of getting wrapped up in whatever he was thinking, making him the perfect target for Haunter and Grimer, the town jerks. Haunter was the brains of the duo, due to his intelligence, evolved status, and natural spookiness. Grimer was a little short in the brains department, but he more than made up for it with his power and nastiness.

Petital was headed to his meager shack in the woods where he thought he would be safe from their torment when he triggered a tripwire running from behind a tree. Before he knew it, he was hanging upside down, trapped in a net the wire had triggered. Laughing, Haunter and Grimer stepped out from behind another tree

"Well kitty," Haunter taunted "You should pay more attention to where you're going."

"Let me outa here," His victim begged "Please?"

"Let me think about it." Haunter said, pretending to think " Hmmmmm… No."

"You can't just leave me here!" Petital said, horrified. "what if some wild pokemon come?"

"Then good riddance" Haunter said with a smirk on his transparent face. "They'll do the town a favor by ridding it of a scaredy cat like you. Come on Grimer, let's scram."

"Muh…" the putrid pile of purple slime muttered as he followed his ghostly boss through the woods, away from their trapped prey.

Once they had left, Petital began to cut at the rope using his sharp, thorn-like claws. Unfortunately, Grimer had coated the net with Acid Armor, so by the time Petital was free, it was nearly dark out. Once freed, Petital began to run as fast as he could towards home. Before he got there, however, he noticed someone lying on the ground a little ways ahead. Thinking that it could be the victim of one of Gastly's pranks, or even worse, the victim of a wild pokemon attack, Petital ran to see if he could help.

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The pokemon Petital found out in the woods had turned out to be a squirtle, and had seemed not to have been attacked, but merely passed out. Knowing that he couldn't leave him to the wild pokemon, Petital managed to drag him back to his humble abode where he placed him in his bed so he'd be more comfortable till he woke up.

As he sat down by the bed, Petital took a closer look at his guest. He didn't seem to be any different than any other squirtle, but he was wearing dark blue gloves and strange silver visor with a yellow lens over his eyes. As Petital watched, the strange squirtle began to writhe in his sleep.

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"Stop! It's overloading! You'll take out half the city!"

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"Cy! Do something!"

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"Dimentional Blast Cannon, FIRE!"

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"NO!"

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"Cy! Look out!"

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"AAAAHH-!"

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Suddenly, he blinked open his eyes and glanced around the room in a panicked state.

"Huh! What the- where am I?"

Rather startled by his guest's quick recovery, Petital replied, "Calm down, you're in my house."

Looking straight at Petital, the squirtle closed it's eyes again and said, "That petital did not just talk, it did NOT just talk. I am obviously dreaming."

"You just keep just keep telling yourself that." Petital said dryly.

Opening his eyes slightly, the squirtle said, "If this isn't a dream, what is it?"

"Well, right about now," Petital said. "You're in my house, after I found you passed out in the middle of the forest, and most likely about to be eaten by wild pokemon."

Startled, the squirtle shot back, "But aren't you a wild pokemon?"

Rather offended, Petital replied, "You know as well as I do that wild pokemon only care about protecting their territory. If I was wild, you'd have been eaten hours ago.

Stunned by this reply, the squirtle sat up to argue that he knew no such thing, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a small pool by Petital's bed. Freezing stiff at the sight of himself, He fell back into the bed and said, "This is a dream, this HAS to be a dream, I am NOT a squirtle."

Confused by this, Petital stared and said, "Are you okay?"

The squirtle shook his head and said, "No, no I'm not, I'm a SQUIRTLE for goodness sakes!"

Still confused, Petital said, "But if you're not a squirtle, what are you?"

"I'm a human, I think…"

"Can't you remember?" Petital said, rather skeptically.

"I can't remember anything, except, I do remember my name."

"That's all huh? Well that's not much to go on."

"And… I remember something bad, something evil. Something I have to stop, but… it's all so faint. All I'm really sure of is my name."

"Well, normally I would disregard all of this as pure insanity, but there have been records of humans being teleported from other worlds to help in times of supernatural crisis, so I think I'd better give you the benefit of the doubt. I'm Petital by the way."

"Original name."

"And I suppose your's is better?"

"If my memory is correct, my name is Cy."

"Well than Cy, we should probably head to Pokemon Central tomorrow when you're ready, maybe we'll get some answers there."

Self insert... how original... Don't worry, I'll keep it interesting. Please review and stay tuned!