AN: I want to thank all of my reviewers. You help me evolve as a better author, and the time you take out of your day to review a story like this is always appreciated. I just hope you know that. One last note. All psychic, ghost, and dark type Pokemon have the ability to speak telepathically, at least in this fic, because they all came from the same type. Telepathic speech will be divided from normal speech by italicizing the words in the quotation marks.
...I'm forgetting something. Oh! The disclaimer. If I owned Pokemon, would I be writing Fan Fiction, or game scripts?
Chapter One: A story, a team, and a friend
Where am I? That was the first thing that occurred to me. The second was this: What am I, what am I lying on, and why is there a round thing in my hands? I opened my eyes, before shutting them. The intensity of the light was too much. Mew said I was a Psychic type, right? Can I use my mind to project my senses? I focused, and, after trying several times, found that I could see without opening my eyes. I was shocked to discover that it was dusk, and rapidly approaching nightfall. Mew had abducted me in the evening! Hours must have passed between my abduction and waking up on this... this... What is this? There's sand, and that looks like water, and there's an odd salty scent in the air. Where am I? With my mind, I looked down, and noticed for the first time the TM in my hand. This must be a TM... how do I use one?
"Maybe I can help you, Abra," an oddly high voice spoke. In my mind I shrieked, and the thing started twitching. Soon, I didn't have enough energy to shriek anymore, though what the voice said next made me regret that. "Oh, it must be a baby abandoned by it's mother. I'll take you home, little Abra, and introduce you to the other Explorers."
What is this thing talking to me? It looks kind of like a Jigglypuff... but... bigger... Wigglytuff! That's it!
"Abra, I know what I am. Although you seem confused. Come on, let's get you home."
No, I need to talk to Mew first. C'ya, Wigglytuff! I ran... about five feet before running out of energy. Who knew Slowpoke could run so quickly?
"You think you're a slowpoke?"
Well, yeah, that's what I wished to be on the frame Mew gave me. I was a human, and the book he had wasn't very useful. Why? What am I, an Abra?
"You are, actually, Abra."
...You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding. I can't be an Abra, they're so useless! Even Magicarp are more useful than Abra... Magicarp learn another move before they evolve, even if it is just Tackle. Abra don't know anything except Teleport. I can't be an Abra. It's not possible.
"Well, you look like an Abra, you talk like an Abra, your foot print matches that of an Abra, so you must be an Abra. Sorry, Abra, but you're an Abra. At least you have a TM."
MEW! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'RE SO DEAD ONCE I FIND OUT WHERE YOU ARE! Suddenly, I felt as if I was drained of all strength, and drifted off into subconsciousness...
I woke up not knowing where I was, or anything besides the fact that I was hungry, really. So I did what all children do when they need attention. I cried. It was more like a wordless shriek, and it wasn't my proudest moment, but it's better than some of the things I've done in my adventures. Soon, Wigglytuff came running over holding a bunch of berries. I levitated one over at random and ate it, before instantly regretting my decision. It was spicy enough to make me feel like my mouth was on fire, but it soothed my hunger enough that I could think coherently. Wigglytuff, do you have something sweet? Anything, anything at all, need sweet things!
"Well, I have a few Peecha Berries. I wasn't sure what you would like, so I grabbed a few of everything."
I reached out my hand. Can you hand me one, please? That berry was too hot for my liking. I quickly felt a very soft berry in my hand, and when I bit it, the sweet taste of the berry overcame the spicy of the first one and left a cool sensation in my mouth. The very soft texture was amazing, but I just couldn't eat any more. Thank you, Wigglytuff. I'm full, though. Where am I?
"You're in the Rescue Team guild. I'm the guildmaster. You slept really peacefully. It's almost noon, now."
Noon, as in the next day? I've been asleep for almost eighteen hours?
"Closer to thirteen, but yes." A gong rang out, then rang twelve more times. "Oh, I'm late! I was supposed to meet the new explorer team now! Do you want to come with me?"
Actually, do you have a Library?
"Well, we were working on one, but with so many of our explorers out all the time, we don't have the manpower to finish it."
Fine, I suppose I'll tag along.
"I think you'll like them. The team is a Houndour and a Gastly. I wonder what they'll call themselves?"
A few minutes later, we stood in front of Wigglytuff's office. We got in just before some parrot Pokemon brought in the two new recruits. "Hello, Houndour, Gastly."
"Hello, Wigglytuff," the Houndour said, effecting a bow. "It is an honour to join this team, even if we are but apprentices."
"Yes, about that. I was wondering if you'd accept another member into your team."
"Sure, Wigglytuff. Who is it?" I have to admit, the same thought was running through my head.
"This Abra."
Hey, I did not sign up for this!
Wigglytuff turned toward me. "Do you have something better to do? You know, aside from plotting to kill Mew."
Erm... well... no...
"There you go, then. Besides, you need the experience. You don't want to be an Abra forever, do you?"
Hell no!
"There's only good to come from joining the explores, then. Free food, experience enough to evolve into a Kadabra, friends..."
Oh fine... I'll join...
"Great! I'll leave you guys alone while you think of a name then."
"Hey, Abra."
Ah! Who is this?
"I'm the gastly. My name's Tom."
Tom... as in PhanTOM?
The ghost pokemon seemed to sigh. "Yes, like Phantom. Just call me Tom, please."
Okay, I will. What's tall, dark, and really kind of scary's name over there?
"You know, I can hear you perfectly well."
Are all pokemon telepathic?!
"No, just the Dark, Ghost, and Psychic types. No one's really sure why that is. Are you a human, by the way? We've got several legends about humans coming, and you don't smell all that much like an Abra."
Yes, I am, or I was, anyway, before a very annoying cat changed me into a pokemon. As to the telepathy thing, I wonder if it's because the Dark, Ghost, and Psychic types of pokemon are all part of the Psychic group?
"That would make sense, actually, if you could prove it. How do you know?"
In my reality, Pokemon is a game, and on some of the old ones, Gastly is a psychic type, ghost type pokemon didn't exist. Dark type and Ghost type were split from Psychic types in the second generation of Pokemon. The same with Bug and Poison types. Both of those were split from Grass. By the way, since we should be thinking of a team name, any ideas?
"Hm... no, I don't have one." In response, Tom just shook his head.
Why not Team Psychic? We're all part of the same group, elementally.
"Yeah, that could work, but you have to give the name out loud."
But I don't know how to speak!
"...Then how can you talk telepathically?"
But I don't know how to speak aloud!
"...It's not that hard, you know. At least you don't have fangs, or a tongue that's as large as your head. Just open your mouth and talk."
I tried it for a few minutes, before giving up. "It's not working, Tom."
"What are you talking about? You're talking now."
"What? I am? I am! Okay then. Whose going to go get Wigglytuff?" Suddenly, the door opened, and Wigglytuff walked in.
"Here I am! Did you guys come up with your team name?"
"Yes, we did," I said, trying to ignore the stares of Wigglytuff and the odd parrot pokemon. "We decided to be called Team Psychic."
"Great choice, Team Psychic! Now, Chatot here," he said, pointing at the parrot, "will show you where you can sleep. Remember to get to sleep early, so you don't miss breakfast!"
"Follow me, Team Psychic. Follow me!" The parrot winged out of the room, as we walked slowly, following him. Brow furrowed in concentration, I followed the annoying parrot with my mind, making a map of the sleeping quarters. Eventually, we caught up with Chatot, who showed us our room. It was fairly large, with three beds that, though made out of straw, looked really comfortable. I yawned, as Chatot winged out of the room, took the bed farthest from the entrance, and fell asleep.