Author's note:

Still waiting for those helpful reviews. (Sigh!) I guess I will continue trudging along blindly, hoping that there actually aren't any reviews yet that I haven't that I failed to notice because I have no idea where they would be.

Well, anyway, in this chapter, I will be introducing the four. Of course, you could already have figured what species they are, but whatever.

Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon, I think I would also have a life. But alas, I have neither of those. Hence, at least I have my username.

Chapter 1: Prehistoric predation to present pals Pt. 1

Squirtle

"Lets go on a trip to drop you two off at your uncle's cave," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. I think they forgot to mention that when we met our uncle Blake that he would have to take me out of a Tyrantrum's mouth with a bunch of blaze kicks. I would complain about the tooth marks left on my shell, but I made the mistake of agreeing to go the rest of the way on my mom's back. Mom's a Ninetails. We went up a mountain. Gravity decided that I needed to meet Mom's tails again. Thanks to her stupid curses, I am instead able to complain that my shell literally vanished into thin air. Yay.

Anyway, my ever-helpful sister Vully decided to rub salt in my back, which really hurt. She did try to counter One-of-Mom's-nine-tails curses with a special All-of-Vully's-tails curses©. (Yes, she got it copyrighted) All of a Vulpix's tails combined must be pretty powerful, because I was able to complain about the tooth marks again five minutes later. Oh, and my back wounds that I got when my shell was punctured.

So, back to how I was almost swallowed, I got kidnapped by a Tyrantrum and his two followers: a Tyrogue and a Jirachi. (Why was a Jirachi following a Tyrantrum?) Once I saw the Tyrantrum eat a boulder, I didn't put much of a fight, partially because the Jirachi used thunder wave on me while I was distracted. There was no way I could tell my sister about that: she would make a bunch of bad puns about me being shell-shocked.

Back to the topic at hand, it didn't take long for uncle Blaziken to find me. Only long enough for my shell to nearly split in half, courtesy of my favorite living rock. I'm honestly surprised the Tyrantrum lasted as long as he did against uncle. But my uncle tells me I shouldn't think about that experience, because of post-traumatic stress or something like that. Like telling me to make a conscious effort not to think about will stop me from thinking about.

Is it bad that I'm doubling over and hurling up my dinner. Now I'm uncontrollably shuddering, and

Flashback

I was being carried by the Jirachi's psychic. We went to what looked a bunch of ruins; I could make out what appeared to be a bunch of pillars in the inky darkness.

"Rooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Tyrantrum bellowed, making me question the lung capacity of someone her size.

"Now that I think about it, something seems a bit off about that roar." I think to myself, "Wait, is that me? Am I having one of those out of body experiences? Even for someone of that size, a roar that loud can't possibly be held for thirty seconds, and yet, it was." Yeesh, my thoughts are all over the place.

I watch myself stare at the dragon-rock type that must be part Exploud. I move my self closer to my memory self, so that I can better see what is going on.

"He's powerful, isn't he?" The Tyrogue says to memory-me. What better time to say that than when Tyrantrum actually eats a boulder.

"You know, Squirtle, Tyrantrum wished that we would do whatever he says," the Jirachi told me; I could detect a hint of remorse in her voice. Sadly, I was so distracted by the one who was casually eating a boulder, (Bet you'll never think that in YOUR flashbacks), that I didn't realize that Jirachi had hit me with thunder wave, until I tried to squirm away from them. Instead of that, I ended up squirming my way into a face plant, right below Jirachi. Apparently, I have terrible motor skills while paralyzed, because I somehow went backwards. I fully blame the paralysis.

How Tyrantrum could possibly know of my attempt to escape while his back was turned on me and his roars were as ear torturing as ever, I will never know. But, she knew, and she wasn't particularly happy that her midnight snack was attempting to flee. She was particularly amused that her midnight snack face planted. Her laughter was even worse than her roars. Imagine one of those people who laugh for the sake of laughing AT someone. Now, think about just how bad they make you feel; now imagine someone who laughs like that in a manner that kills all the joy in everyone else.

Now, I knew what I had to do. It might've been perceived as the only unselfish thing I had ever done in a while, but even then I did it so that Tyrogue and Jirachi would be able to help me, and give them reason to do so. Not that I'm selfish, or anything like that. Both Tyrantrum and I seized my withdrawal into my shell as an opportunity. I watched in horror as Tyrantrum gnashed its teeth on my shell. Meanwhile, I was fumbling around for a Cheri berry I happened to have in my shell. Berries, all of you shelled kids, never leave your home without them, or with them really; it's dangerous to leave your shell.

Anyway, I finally managed to get the berry, and ate it. I suddenly felt a lot less stiff, and a lot less… paralyzed. Which wasn't very helpful, given the fact that I was still stuck in a Tyrantrum's mouth. Two seconds later, I was stuck under my favorite fossil's freakishly large foot.

"You know, Jirachi, I wish that this Squirtle didn't have his she…"

"Jirachi, I wish that you could make your own choices, so you could choose not to listen to Tyrantrum, or anyone's wishes, but instead could choose to do what you are told to do, you could CHOOSE to grant other's wishes; no, I wish all three of you could make your own choices," I said in my loudest voice, trying to drown out Tyrantrum.

"As you wish, Squirtle," Jirachi said, a brilliant flash of light emanating from both Jirachi and me. Our little moment was abruptly ended by Tyrantrum, the buzz kill, who is apparently very old school. Mind the pun there.

"You know what, screw this, down the hatch you go," Tyrantrum pouted, flipping me over by my tail very high into air, and she opened up very wide. I really did look quite pathetic in that moment.

"Sorry, Squirtle's too young to be going down any hatches if you ask me," Blaziken yelled, using blaze kick and knocking the hatch shut, so to speak. When I landed on the ground, Tyrogue and Jirachi appeared behind, looking kind of disappointed. Blaziken then proceeded to kick the ancient daylights out of Tyrantrum. They went too far away for my uncle to help me if I needed it. I could only hope that my parents and sister were close by.

"Guess we have to knock you out ourselves, huh," Tyrogue said, his voice flat and bitter. He tensed, and I swung my tail at his abdomen before he could throw any punches. I hit him hard, sending him into the wall, only for him to get back up and kick me in the head.

"Whoa, I thought you guys don't have to do that anymore, though," I panted through gasps; I had already lost most of energy to Tyrantrum's teeth gnashing. I also lost about two pounds of my shell to that darn dinosaur, and I think she might have punctured it as well. If this kept up, I would end up with my shell in pieces, and my dignity in a Tyrantrum's stomach. "Or was this not your original course of action?" I asked in a tired voice.

"Now, we choose to let our friend eat you," Jirachi said, using psychic on my shell to force open the hole in my shell while also moving my exposed back to Tyrogue's waiting mixed martial arts display. I was really enjoying their company. However, I did notice a look of pained regret in the trio's faces, as if they were still being forced to do what they doing.

"Groan if you are getting this message," Jirachi conveyed to me mentally. I figured that wasn't the best way to convey my hearing the message, and gave Jirachi the best quizzical look I could muster. "Good, you got it. See, we're still under Tyrantrum's control until you knock us both out. Oh, yeah, and someone also has to knock out Tyrantrum."

All the, while, Tyrogue was hitting my bare back with karate moves so good, I wondered if he should be promoted to black bandages. Of course, I'd prefer not be get hit on my back black bandage worthy karate, and I was starting to really dig this wall I got punched into, or at least dig into this wall. I could feel warm liquid running down my back, and I'm guessing Tyrogue did not spill his green tea down my back. I would die from bleeding out if this kept up. Which it did.

Author's notes:

First on my list, no, that cliffhanger right there is a sheer coincidence. (Or is it? Heh heh heh…) But seriously, it isn't. I did this because next chapter will be getting very chaotic, with a lot of POV switches happening rapidly, if I actually do things the way I planned it out.

Now that that's off my plate, don't even begin to expect my chapter posting to be on some sort of schedule. I won't be able to write for long periods of time sometimes for reasons I refuse to tell you. Just thought I'd let you know.

Wow, that one kind of sounds mean. If you agree with that, review. Or you could just review anyway. If you don't get any of my jokes, then you should PM me. Or tell me in some manner. Preferably one that doesn't involve researching who I am and then showing up at my house in the middle of the night. Yeah, I'm onto you, random psycho that loves fan fiction.

さようなら。