Chapter 3

I don't own Pokemon, but I do own the an old Pokemon puzzle book I got out of a Scholastic Book order. Hey, thank you Megan Kendell for the review. It is very much appreciated. RIP Alan Rickman, aka Snape.

"I don't know who you are, but you are going down!" yelled the Starley.

This was insane. It was a Starly, after all. Not the most powerful Pokemon, not by a long shot. Yet I was a Golden Retriever Puppy. The Starly had attacks, I really only had teeth and claws; It has HP, I did not; it had types. I guess you could consider a dog normal type, maybe, but that was it!

"Prepare to be defeated!" yelled the Starly, puffing his chest out. He then opened his wings, started flapping, and shot into the air. After reaching about twenty feet, he then did an 180 and started to dive toward me.

[Oh, crap. What am I supposed to do now?!] I thought as the Starly came closer. I was scared. Thankfully, right then the flight or fight response kicked in and I dodged to the right just before the Starly ran into me. I then spun around as fast as I could on my four paws, just in time to see the Starly bank sharply to the left. After doing so, I came back around at me again. Once again I dodged in the nick of time. This time the Starly, after turning around, landed about a yard away from me.

"Will you stop dodging my attacks? I'm trying to win here!" yelled the Starly, his eyes full of annoyance. "I guess I'll have to try something else first!"

[Oh no, what is...] Before I could even finish my train of thought, the Starly bowled my over with a quick attack, which ended up knocking me back in to a tree. [Dang, that hurt!] I though as a whimper left my mouth.

"Ha, you are such a wimp!" yelled that Starly. "Time to finish this!" At this pronouncement, he then seemed to be getting ready another attack, his wings going white.

[Wing Attack!'] I though to myself. I can still remember teaching it to my Starly I had caught in the beginning of Pokemon Diamond Edition. I had named it Joseph after the a person that was listening to an amazing song about. And now another Starly was about to use said attack on me, right now, and I was going to faint. What would happen then? Would I die, would I be left here in the forest with no one knowing where I was? [I can't let that happen! But then I better think of something quick] At that moment the Starly flew forward to attack, and an idea popped into head. It would be tricky, but this was my last chance. The Starly came in low, it's wings white as snow, it's face full of determination. At the last second, I got up from where I was and dived, mouth open, at one of its feet. I bit down hard on his foot, the rough skin feel irritating my tongue, but I kept my mouth clamped. Ignoring the protests that were now coming from the Starly, I pulled with all my might and yanked it to the ground, which it hit with a thud and a cloud of dust.

"Staaarrrrr..." he moaned in pain. Now with the upper hand, I leaped on top of him and sat down. "Hey, get off of me!" he the yelled, trying to through my body off. Knowing that if that were to happen I would be in trouble again, I decided to try biting him, like a Pokemon would. I bent my head down and bit his right wing. Not enough to draw blood, I think, but enough for him to, after some more struggling, faint right underneath me.

I was shocked. [Have I just defeated a Pokemon? ME, a human that has become a Golden Retriever?] I thought to my self as I slowly got off the Starly. This was just crazy. Me, a Golden Retriever, beating a Pokemon. It was probably at least a level ten if it knew wing attack. [And I have beaten it!] I was feeling a mix of joy for actually doing it, and a sense of confusion. The confusion came from that fact that I did not understand how I had done it in the first place.

[Well, best not look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes. If I can defeat a Pokemon, kinda, then that is good for me.] I thought as I walked to the stairs. Leaving the 4th floor, I went to the 5th floor, and I entered a small room with no other stairs around. Looking up a head, I saw what looked like a pink and purple goo ball with green dots. {A Goomy! He must be the one the others were talking about.] The Goomy did not look in great shape. I could tell he was very frightened as I got close. So scared he looked like he was on the verge of fainting. His eyes were jammed shut and he was sweating. [I better approach this carefully.] I walked quietly as I could over to him. Getting closer, I noticed a piece of brown paper on the floor next to the Goomy. On the paper was some writing in what looked like footprints. Kinda reminded me of Dinotopia. Looking closely, I was startled when I saw that I could read it. {G-O-O-M-S, huh, that must be his name. Well, I found him, now I just need to figure out how to get him to come to me.] I though as I yawned.

Unfortunately, that yawned was not what this Goomy needed to hear. I soon as he heared it, he screamed out the word 'Monster!', and then promptly fainted. [Oh, crud! What do I do now?] Walking up to Gooms, I tried to think of something to do. Then an idea based on instinct came into my head. Why not just lick the Goomy? I was a puppy, after all, and that is what puppies and dogs do. So, I opened my muzzle, stuck out my tongue, and licked the Goomy.

Word of the wise, don't ever lick a Goomy! You know, that probably also goes for a Sligoo and a Goodra. It is the worst thing you could have on your tongue. Just imagine licking a mix of Play-do and super slimy Silly Puddy, and you will only get a taste of what it is like to lick a Goomy. I took the next ten minutes spitting and scraping my poor tongue.

[So, licking is a bad idea. What could I do now? Could I carry him on my back out of here? No, it would probably get slime all in my fur, and I'm sure Goomy slime is not easy to get out of thick fur. Plus, it would be hard to keep him on my back. What if I pushed him? That could work, but I would need something to cover my head so I don't get slimy.] Looking around, I noticed that piece of paper on the floor. Reliesing it was perfect, I grabbed the piece of paper in my mouth and flopped it over Gooms. I then pushed the Goomy toward the stairs.

Line break info: Goomy looks like a light purple, vaguely slug-like pile of goo. The top half of its body is a lighter purple than its bottom half, and the two halves are separated by a squiggly, dark purple outline decorated with five green dots. It has beady eyes, and it has two rows of two horn-like structures on top of its head. From Bulbapedia

"You did what?!" yelled Neze. I was back in Neze's house. It was dark outside and a bit nippy.

"I left the house because I thought the Beeheyem were back when I saw a shadow outside. Turns out is was not them. Instead it was a Chespin named Chester who took me on a little tour of the town. He got in trouble and left. Then I noticed some other kids in trouble, and I went to the Forbiden Forest to help them!" I replied.

"Wait, you went into the Forbidden Forest? That is super dangerous! What were you thinking?"

"The Goomy was in trouble! He needed help." I protested. It had taken sometime to get the Goomy back up to were the others where. See, the piece of paper kept falling off his slimy body, so I would keep having to adjust it, which was kind of annoying. But I eventually made it up. Still not wanting to be seen by the other kids, I pushed him as close as I thought I could. Then, backing up a bit, I barked as loud as I could, and then ran and hid behind some brownish purplish trees before they could see me. After they had found Gooms(who knew not of his rescue or how he had gotten to them) the kids had left. After about fifteen minutes, I left too.

At this, Neze's face seemed to soften up and a slight smile crossed his face. "Well, I understand you wanting to help this Goomy. I am might proud of you for doing that."

Relief filled me. I was glad he was not too mad. "I am grateful that I could help that Goomy."

"I agree." Neze replied "Now then, onto other matters. I reckon you should start school tomorrow."

"That's right." I responded. "How are we going to pull that off?"

"Well, I think it will be a little tricky. I don't exactly know how these folks will react to yah. So I think we will have to take this slow. So I think I will talk to them first with out you and then show you to them. We should wake up early and head over to the school. Is that ok?"

"I think so. Well then, goodnight, Neze."

Line break info: In 1946, the first postwar Pontiac's looked very similar to the pre-war models. The dash contained full instrumentation with round gauges. The engines were the same. The 4-window 4-door Metropolitan Sedan and the 2-door Club Coupe were discontinued. 1947 Pontiac Torpedoes received a new "Chief Pontiac" hood ornament. An 8-tube radio became optional.[9] from Wikipedia.

The sun was already shining it's light through the open windows of the room I slept in when I got up. Stretching and yawning, I then got up and headed into the other room where Neze was already awake.

"Here you go." he said, handing me a large yellow berry, "Eat quickly please, or we will be late."

Nodding my head in response, I ate the berry in record time. After finishing it, he and I headed out in the early morning sun to the school. Nobody else was up in the town square as we walked past the building and turned up the brown dirt path to the school. Arriving at the school, it was very interesting. The classrooms was outside with nine wood desks without any chairs. There was a chalkboard on the left side of the classroom. There was a cliff on the fare side of the classroom with wood stairs going up to another level. On that level, there were two tent looking buildings. Om between the two buildings there was another set of stairs to another brown tent buildings.

Neze led me to the stairs in between the two buildings. Before he started up, he turned to me with a look of anticipation on his face. "You better wait down here while I go talk to the teacher and principal."

"OK, will do." I replied as he headed up the stairs. Lifting up my right hind paw, I scratched my ear and then looked around. This place looked really nice. Defiantly more outdoorsy than my high school. I wonder if this place was like elementary school. It sure seemed like it. Not sure what to do now, I dicided to see if I could listen in on what the Pokemon were saying in what I guess was the principal's office. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, I used my dog ears to listen in.

"So, you have a new child you are taking care of?" I heard a male voice say that reminded my slightly of a hippie.

"Yes, Simour, I found him far out of town being attacked by some Beheeyem. He was in trouble , so I took him in. He is very nice." replied a voice which I noticed was Neze's.

"Well, this sounds exciting. My only question is, where is he." asked the hippie sounding person.

"Well he is here, but I thought it best that we wait to show him to you. He is...unique." said Neze.

"Unique, what do you mean by that? Is he a trouble maker?" asked a different voice, also male.

"Uh, no, not that. He just, looks different from us folks." replied Neze.

"Oh, Neze, we would have no problem with shiny Pokemon." said the hippie.

"Oh no, it is not that. I mean, he looks really different. In fact, he is not even Pokemon." said Neze. A silence followed this statement. Finally, the hippie voice came up.

"What do mean, he is not a Pokemon?" he asked.

"Well, you should probably see him for your self. Cloyd! Can you come up here please?" asked Neze.

"Sure, here I come." I barked. My stomach dropped down as far as it could go as I slowy climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, I got up my guts and headed into the tent thing. Inside I noticed how blue it was. The carpet was blue, the stones looked blue and gray, and there were ponds of blue water on each side of the room. Trees in pots were located in these ponds. On the back wall there was a wood table and wood chair. There were also three Pokemon. One was Neze, who had a smile on his face. There other Pokemon had gaping mouths. One was a monkey with blue hair, ears, and body. The other looked like a tall prairie dog with yellow stripes on him that made him look like he was wearing a safety vest, plus crazy looking eyes. [A Simipour and a Watchog. I wounder which one is the principal?] Those two still looked shocked, and I was getting a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, hi. I'm Cloyd." I said.

"It, it talked..." said the Watchog in a voice barely above a whisper. He turned to the Simipour and whispered, "Principal, what is that?"

"I don't know." the Simipour, who I guess was the principal now, whispered back.

"Will it be alright if Cloyd came to school?" asked Neze.

"...uh...uh" said the Simipour, still staring at me.

"Principal?" asked Neze.

"Uh, Neze, what is he?" asked the Simipour.

"Oh, you can ask him." said Neze, pointing to me with his right hand.

"Oh, right, of course." said the Simipour hastily. "Uh, Cloyd, was it? What are you?"

"I am a dog, specifically a Golden Retriever. Just like Neze said, I am not a Pokemon." I replied, looking up and the Simipour.

"A dog? Where do you come from? How can you not be a Pokemon?" asked the Watchog.

"I sorry to interrupt, but I have to go do some things. So, will it be alright to have Cloyd go to school?" asked Neze.

"Uh, sure, I guess." said Simipour, not really paying attention.

"Ok, then. See you later!" said Neze. He then turned and walked out of tent, down the stairs, and out of the school.

The Principal and the Watchog look like they had been hit by a bus and did not move. I was about to say something when I then heard voices coming from outside.

"Good morning, Mr. Farfetch'd."

"Good morning, Gooms." came a male voice.

"Morning, Mr. Farfetch'd."

"Morning, Faline."

"Hey teach, why do you have the leek with you all the time?"

"Well, it would be crazy for me not to have this useful tool with me. You are wrong, though. It is not a leek, but a stalk. Anyways, let's get started." came the voice of the teacher.

"Uh, it looks like everyone is here."said the Simipour, still looking shocked. "I guess we better go introduce them to you." He the walked out the door with the Watchog following him. I then followed both of them.

After going down the stairs, I made it to the top of the other set. Looking down, I saw my future classmates. There was the Pancham, the Deerling, the Shelmet, the Goomy, and an Espurr.

"Come here, Cloyd." said the Principal. At that, all the kids turned and looked at me. When the saw me, their jaws dropped. [Is this going to become a common thing?] I thought, slightly annoyed as I reached the bottom and walked over my the principal and the teacher, who was a Farfetch'd.

"Everyone, we have a new student." said the Simipour, his voice a mix of shock and kindness. "He is being taken care of by Neze, and I hope you all will give him a nice welcome. Cloyd, please introduce yourself."

"Uh, hi everyone. My name is Cloyd, and I am excited to be here, I guess." I said, looking out at the other kid Pokemon. All of them still had a look of shock on there faces, which made me a little more nervous. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the Pancham raised his hand, er, paw.'

"What are you, some funny looking Growlithe?" he asked with a slight sneer in his voice.

"Well, that is a great question. Uh, I know I, uh, look different, and that is because I am not a Pokemon at all..." there is was, I had just dropped the huge bomb on this crowd. Absolute silence from each and every one. If shock was what was on their faces before, then now that had utter disbelief. Every single Pokemon was focused right on me.

"What are you, then?" asked the Goomy Gooms finally, even though his voice was had a slight edge of fear to it.

"Well, I am an animal know as a dog. Specifically a Golden Retriever. It is a very common dog in the human world."I replied.

"WAIT ONE MINUTE! What do you mean by common in the human world?" asked the Shelment.

"Well, dogs are from the human world." I said.

"From the human world? Then how are you here?" asked Pancham with a sneer.

"Well, I am from the human world yes, but I was not always a puppy. I was...a human."

Authors Note: Well, another chapter is up! It is exciting. I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am. I might start an OC contest for a character to show up. If you would like that, please tell me!

And to anyone who will listen, that man Joseph was a prophet of God in these last days, just like prophets of old. He testified Jesus is the Christ."Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah...millions shall know Brother Joseph again."

Get ready for the next chapter! It will come soon!