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"So, this is Ohmtown?"

"Yeah. What do you think?"

"It's… nice."

Ohmtown was a dump. All the buildings were run down, and graffiti was everywhere.

"Do you really think so?" Walter asked. "Huh. I always thought it was awful."

The group face-faulted.

Pikachu was watching Thunder…er, Martin from Ash's shoulder. "Hey. Were you serious?"

"About what?"

"Being human."

Martin looked up at him. "Do I look like the kind of guy to joke about that, or anything?"

Walter led them around a corner. "I'd show you my home, but I really don't have any room for you. I barely have room for me. The Pokémon Center always has a room or two, though."

And the Center was far better-looking than the rest of the town. There was only one layer of graffiti.

The doors slid open with a slight scrape. "Welcome!" Nurse Joy said, smiling. "May I help you?"

Walter shrugged. "Might as well, while I'm here. Thunder?"

Martin ignored him and wandered into a corner, where he started searching though a box.

Nurse Joy coughed. "Er… that's the Lost and Found. He can… keep anything he finds there."

Ash frowned. "What if the owners are looking for it?"

She waved vaguely. "Theft is property, in this town."

Pikachu ran to the box and poked it as Martin's head surfaced from the clothes. He was now wearing a black scarf and a derby. Again, it looked ridiculous, but there was still that look in his eye.

"Nice hat?"

Martin jumped out of the box. "I think so." He pushed past Pikachu and was picked up by a Chansey. "Miss, I suggest you unhand me before I start removing limbs."

"Aren't you cute?" the Chansey said. Pikachu chuckled and followed.

"Has your Pikachu had a checkup recently?" Nurse Joy asked.

"Well, I only caught him a few days ago, so… no?"

"Well then, you won't mind if I give him his vaccines, will you?"

A look of horror crossed Walter's face. "Uh, I-I don't think he'd like that…"

"Great! It'll just take a second!"

"Er… wait!"

Nurse joy carried the two Pikachu into the other room and set them on a table. Pikachu started fidgeting, but Martin was the very picture of apathy.

"How can you be so calm?" Pikachu hissed.

"Eh?"

"The needles."

"It's just a shot."

Pikachu flinched. "Don't say that word!"

Martin chuckled darkly. "Wimp."

Chansey brought out two needles. Martin raised an eyebrow. "Pardon me, Miss Chansey?"

She paused in administering two thw struggling Pikachu.

"Yes?"

"Hypothetically, would a flu shot or whatever this is be harmful for humans?"

Chansey's brow furrowed. "Huh?"

"Well, suppose one of us took the shot and then, I don't know, got transformed for some inexplicable reason, would there be any adverse effects?"

Chansey stared at him. "Why-"

"Just curious."

"Well… We just use a smaller dosage of the human vaccine, so…"

"Okay, that's all I needed." He smirked at Pikachu. "See? I actually had a good reason for it to scare me, but I didn't let it. Prepare for the worst and the worst never happens."

Pikachu flattened his ears. "Yeah, well-"

"All done!" Chansey trilled. Pikachu looked at his arm incredulously.

"What? I didn't feel a thing. Shut up!" he said.

"I didn't say anything," Martin said, smiling slightly. He grunted as Chansey gave him his shot, then hopped down to the floor. "Now I need to make sure that idiot of a Trainer hasn't managed to lose my new clothes."

"It's only been five minutes…"

"Try spending three days in the woods with him. He'd lose his own head if it wasn't nailed on."

Pikachu stopped and frowned. "Nailed…"

Martin was sitting on a bench. He seemed to be meditating. The others would throw him a glance every own and then, but they left him alone.

Waler had invited the group to a nice restaurant, and it had happened to be near a park. They were all having a picnic.

They were in the nice part of town. That is, the buildings weren't in various stages of disrepair and there was hardly any peeling paint at all. The park itself was actually quite nice. The group had let out their Pokémon to eat.

"Walter?"

"Yes Brock?"

"What moves does Thunder know?"

"…I don't think he knows any."

"Not even Tackle?" Ash asked.

Walter stared at him. "Is he serious?"

Brock nodded.

"What?" Ash said indignantly.

Pikachu glanced at Martin. He leaned over and tapped on Buizel's shoulder.

"What?"

"Tell the others that I need to tell them something. You're not going to believe it, but…"

"…yes?"

"That Pikachu over there is actually a human."

Buizel blinked. "Pull the other one."

"No, really! He said he got experimented on by Team Rocket, and-"

"Those bozos?" Buizel scoffed. "They don't seem the type."

"Buizel, there's more to Team Rocket than Jessie and James."

Buizel frowned. "Since when?"

Pikachu facepalmed.

"Why aren't you eating, mister?"

Martin opened his eyes to see Pachirisu standing next to him. "Can I help you?"

"Pikachu says you used to be human…"

"Yes."

"He said you were transformed by members of Team Rocket and that you were trying to turn back but you didn't know how and you were angry because you got caught by a human Trainer and-"

"There's this wonderful thing called breathing," Martin said. "You might want to give it a try."

Pachirisu took a deep breath.

Martin sighed. "I may want to keep a closer eye on the little rodent. He's far more observant than he lets on." He smirked. "I like that. Smart." He turned tofocus on the squirrel Pokémon. "Those goons turned me into a Pikachu, yes. They have my clothes, my bag, my Pokémon, and all my other stuff. I will make them pay."

Pachirisu's eyes widened. "They have your Pokémon? You must be so worried about-"

Martin laughed. "What? Worried? No, they can handle themselves, I made sure of that. No, I just want to kick those idiots' tails for turning me into this tiny rodent."

Pachirisu glared at him, indignant. "And what's wrong with being a rodent?"

Martin scoffed. "Well, I guess I can't complain. I mean, they were going to turn me into a Slugma before I convinced them that I'd be able to just melt through any cage they had."

Pachirisu frowned. "You could?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe. I was bluffing, mostly. Please leave now. I try to limit my self to 2,000 words a day, and I think I'm reaching my limit."

"But-"

"Begone with yoooou, foul demon." Martin frowned, then shook his head.

Pachirisu jumped off the bench and ran to the other Pokémon.