*Author's note: Well, I liked the way the last chapter turned out. There were somethings I wanted to do but couldn't, so it turned out as it did. Some are curious as to how I ended the previous chapter, and it may get confusing so for those that don't understand I'll explain at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 4

"Who's clothes are these?" DaXlyn wonders, patting his pockets, finding a wallet, opening to search for an ID. Finding a card with a picture he slides it out of the wallet, looking at it with wonder.

"….The hell is this?" He asks, to no one in particular, scrunching his black eyebrows together. "I'm not a blonde. And WHERE the heck is USA?"

*Bleep Bleep! Bleep Bleep!*

"What the? …." The confused teenager turns around, looking at a rectangular device on the floor, open and making strange noises. He kneels and picks up the device, flashing a red battery. He scratches his head, taking off his hat, and looks around, finding a desk a couple of wires on it, and finds a light gray one that fits the device and the red battery turns orange, and it starts charging, and the screen brightens, and he sees the screen with a blonde sprite in a bed with a Kirlia.

"What is this?" Dax asks, pressing the start button, seeing options pop up on the side of the screen. "Pokedex? Pokemon Party? Bag? Settings? Trainer Card? What?" He scrolls the Pokemon Party option, looking through the pokemon. "Gwiniveire? Dianne? No way. Those are MY Pokemon!" He trembles, remembering the pride and joy he had when he caught the shiny vulpix months ago, or the perverted thoughts that scoured his mind when he caught the Ralts and realized it would one day be a beautiful Gardevoir. Gulping, he goes to the trainer card, and0 hits the A button, seeing not just any Trainer Card, but HIS own face smiling up at him from the card, grinning unnaturally. "What? No…that's impossible. How does this device keep track of my life and what I've been doing?"

Another ringing noise is heard in the back ground, and he turns to find a red rectangle glowing and lyrics to a unknown song scream from the phone, as he goes to pick it up. "They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you. Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you sun so they can watch all the things you do." It clicks as he hits "Answer", the song's lyrics creeping him out considering what he believed about the other device that read "DSi" on the back…whatever that is.

"Um….Hello?" Dax stammers into the phone.

"Dylan?" A masculine voice replies from the speaker.

"W-who?" Dax stammers, nervous.

"Right sorry, Dax. I'm still used to calling you by your old name. Cant believe you actually changed your name to your lame Gamer name, or Alter-Ego, or whatever the hell you call it. Even despite what me and your other friends said." The voice replies.

"H-how do you know my name?" Dax whispers. ~Gamer name, what the hell is that? The only video games I ever got was a Wii and an GamCube, and those I didn't use often. Is that what he's talking about?~

"Duh, Dax, it's me, Riccardo? Your best friend since high school? Anyways, when are you going to come over? It's Saturday, and I want to help kick start your writing skills and get you to write that new chapter of Panty Stocking and Garterbelt. I also bought this new game, Pokemon, and I want you to show me the basics. Its been a while since I played one of these games."

Dax nearly dropped the phone. ~Pokemon? A GAME? What does that make me? I need more answers than what my brain is making up on the dot. Maybe this game and this…person…will help me find out more about whats going on.~

"Um….Sure, how about you come over here, R-riccardo? I have part of a, uh… chapter already written up and I think you might like it…" Dax gets out, after a while, trying to think fast while so many ideas flood his mind.

"Are you alright, Dax? You sound stressed. You're usually a pretty upbeat person. Which is what no one else would imagine with the stupid goth clothes you like to wear."

~Stressed? You have no idea.~ "Yeah, I didn't get a lot of sleep. Could you hurry here? I really want to...help you with that game." Dax says feeling the gnawing of hunger in his stomach. ~How long was I unconscious?~

"Sure, bud. Be there in about twenty minutes. See ya."

"Ya. Later…" The phone beeps and goes dead in his hand, and Dax puts the phone in his pocket, looking in the mirror. ~Whoever clothes these are they fit perfectly…if somewhat uncomfortably. I hate wearing jeans unless trekking through the grasses. The person who…switched with me must be my size.~ Though he struggles to understand what exactly they "Switched" he figures that he is meant to take someone's place in this new world that barely makes sense to himself…and wether or not it's a joke is impossible to tell.

He thinks about the ID in the wallet, and in the game, the name, the way the clothes fit perfectly, and knows there MUST be a connection, but nothing quite fits, scratching his head, his mind races to figure out why the faces match, why the names are the same.

He sits on the bed and sighs, unsure anymore, and resigned to wait till this "Riccardo" fella shows up.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, not only did Dax/Dylan get zapped into the world of pokemon, but his character has been transported into OUR reality!

What can Riccardo say about the new Daxlyn and will what he say help Daxlyn figure out what has happened? And will Daxlyn tell Riccardo his true origins?

*A new way to tell besides the world changes, will be the pokemon trainer will be Daxlyn and our Dax that is in the game will be spelt DaXlyn.