Chapter 2
Thanks for the favs. I don't own Pokemon or Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. However, I do own bunch of Pokemon cards that I have owned for years, and new ones.
The next thing I felt was scratchy things that felt long, pokey, but oddly comfortable. I hope I'm home. I thought. Opening my eyes, I noticed that I was definitely not home. Instead, I was in a round room made of wood, lying in a nest of yellow straw. Sun was streaming in through a couple windows and I guess it was not a dream. Does that mean I'm still a Golden Retriever puppy? Looking down at my hands, I saw instead large paws covered in golden fur. That answers that question. Mew, Arceus, is this your doing? Why did you turn me into a dog?
"Well, look who is up. How are you feeling?" came a voice from the door way. It was the Nuzleaf Neze, standing in the door, his large eyes staring at me with a mix of confusion and concern.
"I think so. What happened?" I asked him.
"Well, you went to look in the pool, and when you saw yourself, you fainted. I had to drag you here from that mystery dungeon. You have been out senes." said Neze, stroking the back of his head.
"Well, thanks." I told him as I started to sit up.
"Your welcome!" he replied.
"So, uh, what now?" I asked as a itch caused me to raise my left rear paw to scratch it. [Great, now I'm even accting like a puppy. Sheesh!] I thought, slightly annoyed. At least I love Golden Retreivers. I was even going to get one for my next b-day.
"Well, you could start by telling me your story. I have never seen or heard of a Pokemon like you. Are you even a Pokemon, I wonder. And where did you come from?"
"Well, um..." What do I say? Just that I'm a puppy? Should I pretend to be a Pokemon? Should I mention that I used to be human?
"Is everything alright?" asked Neze, tilting his head.
Better not lie. "You might not believe this, but I am not a Pokemon. I am a dog, namely a Golden Retriever. Golden Retrievers are not from this world, they are from the human world." I said.
"Did you say human world?" asked the Nuzleaf, his eyes going wide.
"Yes, the human world. I...used to be human my self." I replied, my voice full of worry at what his reaction would be. I immediately looked down, then after about five seconds, I looked back up. Neze had shock written all over his face. "Uh, is everything ok?"
"Did you just say that yould used to be human?"
"Uh, yes. Is there a problem with that?" I asked tentivaly.
"No, not really. I just reckon it would be for most Pokemon a hard pill to swallow. Plus the fact that you are not a Pokemon, but a...dog, you say?"
"Yeah, I guess you are right. What do you think I should do?" I asked.
"Do you know any attacks? How old are you?" asked Neze.
"No, though I do have claws. Dogs don't have attacks. AS to how old I am, I'm older than I look, which is about 20 week old puppy." I replied.
"Well, I rekon you should go to school, if you are as young as you say you are. If you don't, folks might wounder even more about you."
"OK, I guess I could go." I replied.
"Alright, I'll go over to the school and do the paper work. You stay here and don't leave. We don't want bothering you with questions." said Neze as he walked out the door. "Remember, stay here!"
I was there, all alone, starting to get board. Suddenly, I heard a noise from outside. [Oh crap I thought, what was that? Was that the Beheeyem?] Looking out the window from across the room, I saw a large dark figure look in real quick the duck away. [oh this is not good. How could they have found us? I better go check.] I turned and ran as fast as my puppy legs could go out the front door. Looking to the right, I saw a house with blue trim on it. To the front I saw a path that went down the hill till it came to a fork. And to my left was a...
"I knew it! I knew my eyes weren't playing tricks on me! I did you go into the house with Mr. Nuzleaf, though technically you were being carried. Where are you from, what is your name, and what kind of Pokemon are you?" said a seemingly hyperactive Chespin. He startled me so much I fell over onto my side.
"Well, uh, my name is..."
"My name is Chester! I live in that house right there with my old pops!" he said, pointing to the house behind me with the blue trim. "So, where are you from? Are you Mr. Nuzleafs son? That would be funny!" he said laughing. [What is so funny?]
"Hey, is this your first time here? If that is the case, let be show you around!" Chester, who then got behind me and started to push me down the road. [What the heck? This Chespin sure is crazy!] I thought as we came to the fork in the road and turned left toward a bridge.
"What is your name? Oh wait, didn't I already ask that? I did, right?" he asked as we came into what I assumed was the town square.
"Well, my name is Cloyd." I replied.
"Your name is Cloyd? Sweet! Sorry about asking before and not letting you answer!" he remarked as we came to a stop and he walked in front of me. "Hey, am I annoying?"
[Well...]
"You're totally thing about how annoying I am this very moment, right? Well, quit it! Yeeesh! Ha ha ha ha ha! Anyways, here we are, Serene Village. And here is the plaza itself!" he said, motioning his paw in a big, grand gesture to the surrounding buildings. To the left of me was a stone-brick building with a fancy roof. Then there was a path, leading off to somewhere I could not see. Next to it was a store looking thing with a Kecleon behind the desk. [A Kecleaon shop, just like in the games! At least something is familer.] Next I saw a purple box with a gold wheel lock on it. Chester was just mentioning it.
"That's a deposit box, where you can deposit such things as items or Poke that you get from the shop or while you are dungeon. It probably is to much to take in at once, so I'll go slowly and tell you about each one in turn, ok? OK, so over there is..."
"Chester, is that you?" came a voice to my right. Turing to my right I saw a very angry looking Lombre.
"Uh-oh..." said Chester.
"I finally found you. I know it was you who trampled through my lotus ponds." yelled the Lombre, his voice full of rage.
"It..it wasn't to cause trouble! I just wanted to have a little adventure, you know, like the Expedition society does!" replied Chester as started to turn and go the other way. However, there was another Pokemon, a Hippopotas, also looking angry.
"Chester, it waz you that vent into my cave and took my stuff!" said the Hippopotas in a french accent.
"What? That makes me seem like a thief, which I'm not! I just took a little shiny rock because, as you know, you got to get a reward when you clear a dungeon!" said Chester.
"Yeah but that zhiny rock iz mine!" Hippopotas.
"Ok, let me go get it and return it to you!" said Chester as he turned in opposite direction of his house. Unfortunately for him, he did not get very far, as a very large Carracosta was blocking the path.
"Ahhh, dad, what are you doing here?" asked Chester.
"Oh, he is in for it now!" snickered the Lombre.
"Is this what you have been doing instead of your chores back home, like cleaning the floor and going watering the plants?" asked said Carracosta in a very deep, rough voice.
"No way, I have real reason to be going out today!" said Chester.
"Oh yeah, what is it?" asked his dad.
"I was, uh, going to get a vacuum cleaner! Yeah, we really need one for the floors!" said Chester in self-defense.
"Chester, you know very well that the floor is all wood and that we mop it! Also, I know it is you who has been snacking on the Oran berries in my yard!"
"No I haven't!"
"Yes, you have!"
"No, I haven't!"
"Yes, you have! I want the truth this time!"
"Ok, yeah, I did! They were delicious!" said Chester with a big grin on his face. [Boy, he sure is crazy.] I thought
"You boy, are in trouble!" said his dad.
"Hey, look, it's Chester!" yelled a Raticate from behind Carracosta.
"Everyone, Chester has been sighted! Get him." yelled another Pokemon.
"Uh, got to go!" said Chester, turning and running like his life depended on it. Which my the amount of Pokemon villagers that followed him, it probably was.
"What in the world did I witness?" I asked, giving a big yawn, which probably looked very cute. Not sure what to do, I decided to walk over to the deposit box to see how it worked. [I bet you turn this wheel.] I thought as I got to the box. Then, true to my new puppy dog form, I gave it a couple big sniffs. [Smells like wood, huh. I wonder how it holds so much. Maybe it's like the Tardis!] I though with a chuckle.
"What do you mean he went to the Foreboding forest!?" came a voice from my right, toward the entrance to the village. I turned and saw two Pokemon. One was a Pokemon that looked like a walking medieval armor helmet, while the other looked like a deer that was pink. [I wonder what is wrong with that Shelmet and Deerling are talking about]
"Well, he instited on going!" said the Shelmet.
"NO EXCUSES! Tell me the truth! You and Pancho pushed him into this, didn't you?!" yelled the Deerling he voice full of anger and disgust.
"Hey, why you blameing us? He said he wanted to go, all by himself!" replied the Shelmet.
"Quite easily, you walking tin can! You're always teasing Gooms! I swear, someday you and that Pancham are going to go too far and it will be too late for sorries then! You are going to show me that way there, right now!" yelled the Deerling.
"Fine, fine. I will! Follow me." said the Shelmet. The Shelmet then walked out of the village, with the Deerling right behind him down the trail and around a bend.
[I wonder if they are going to be OK. She did seem desperate. They seem like they are kids, just like me, kinda] I thought. Now, I'm one that does not like to see people in trouble, and this was nagging at me. [Goomy's are Dragon types, but not that powerful, especially when young. Maybe I should go help them.] Looking around, I then headed out of the village after them.
Line break info: The American Kennel Club (AKC) standard [for Golden Retrievers] states the coat is a "rich, lustrous golden of various shades", disallowing extremely light or extremely dark coats. This leaves the outer ranges of coat color up to a judge's discretion when competing in conformation shows. Therefore, "pure white" and "red" are unacceptable, as is black.[14] The Kennel Club (UK) also permits cream as an acceptable coat color.[12]
It had taken a while to find them, as I was not entirely used to using my nose to follow a scent. We were now in some dark forest with a strange green and purple ground, surrounded by trees. When I had caught up with them, they were now with a Pancham, and the Deerling was still argueing with them.
"Fine, I'll go in my self!" said the Deerling, starting to walk forward.
"Wait, don't go! We can't let our idol, I mean, you get hurt in their!" yelled the Pancham.
"Are you freaking kidding me? Then you go in and find him!" yelled the angry Deerling.
"Uh, us? Go into the Foreboding Forest? No way!" said the Pancham nervously, then shaking his head, he continued, "Not that we are scared! I don't want you to get the wrong idea!"
[Wow, this Pancham and Shelmet are bullys. I better go save the Goomy] I thought, scratching my left ear. [But I don't want them to see me, or they might freak out at seeing a dog. So I'll just sneak around them and go look for the Goomy.] The idea of going into the dungeon excited me. The PMD games were always some of my favorites. I was getting so excited that I started wagging my tail. [Wait a moment, I'm a puppy! I can't do attacks, well except maybe bite and scratch, but nothing else! How am I supposed to go get this Goomy. Well, maybe I could sneak in there. Yeah, I'll try that.]
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Foreboding Forest B5F
I was in trouble. I had been following the scent of the Goomy (it was strange, let me tell you), and I could tell he was close. Unfortunately, I was now face to face with a Pokemon, a Starley in fact. Now, I know that does not seem like much, but remember, I was just a puppy, while this Starely was a Pokemon, and knew attacks.
"I don't know what you are, but you are going down!" yelled the Starley.
Authors note: Cliffhanger! I hope you are liking the story so far! Please review to tell me what I need to to to improve the story!
