So, can I just say, before we actually start, that so far I hate Bug-types. The main thing I hate about Bug-types is the freaking String Shot that, no matter how much you try, will get on everyone. For example, my arm is now stuck to my side and all my clothes are sticky! But, I am going to power through it because I need a Bug- and/or Grass-type. Also, how can I not, Sewaddle is so freaking cute. Am I wrong? No seriously, try telling me this thing isn't the most adorable thing in this universe. Alright, I guess I we can start now, I just wanted to get that out. Also, someone said they like the fourth wall breaks, so I guess this was like a mini present of some kind.

Jazzmyne had taken a small beating from the wild Sewaddle, but it was almost certain we were winning. The small Grass-type had String Shot her to a point of near no moving, but it was easily torn apart with a quick Bite or Tackle though it. Thankfully, the Tackle would often hit the Sewaddle as well, getting it even closer to being caught. After a small, yet fairly well fought battle, the bug was almost down and had a Pokeball being thrown at it. The reqular three shakes happen, and then the clicking noise, showing my catch. Jazzmyne jumps and barks when it does, wagging her tail happily. I laugh and go over to pick up the ball, petting Jazz on the way.

With my new Pokemon, I walk back out of the Route to find Candice still waiting at the big fountain thing. I look around and don't see Dallas anywhere, which surprised me a little. He would've said he was going somewhere, and I didn't see him come into the Route at all. I go over and look up at the Ranger.

"Yo, Candice," I say, "where'd the PiT go?"

She look down and laughs a little. "PiT? Oh, wait, that's right... Yeah, he said he had to pick up some stuff for a thing he's doing or something. Seemed really excited for some reason."

"Ah, coolio. Well, I got the Grass-type for the gym. I don't know what I should call her, if anything. You happen to have any ideas?"

"Silky. No, Silk."

"Gay, but it has a nice ring to it."

This gets me another slap on the back of my head. "Don't call my ideas gay. You're gay."

"Eh, meet me at the halfway point and then you'll be right."

Candice hears this and looks at me a little surprised. Guess she didn't see that coming. "Wait... wait, what? You're gay?"

"No, I said halfway point. That's my term for bi."

"Oooh, so... straight, but confused?"

"What? No, no, no, you aren't getting this. I am bi. I like both. I am not straight, I am not gay."

"No, you're not getting this. It doesn't work that way. You're either gay or straight, there's no middle ground."

"Yes there is, holy shit. Am I seriously having this conversation?" I turn and look at Dallas, who has somehow showed up, "Dallas, can you believe I'm seriously having this conversation? Wait, when the hell did you get here?"

"While you two were arguing over this dumbass topic. I got my stuff, what's next?"

Candice looks down at him and shrugs, "Hell if I know. To my knowledge, this dingus is driving."

"I am not a dingus! Whatever the hell a dingus is... Anyways, I was gonna pop by the Center then maybe head to the gym."

"Cool. While we're there, I can work on my project. I can't wait to show you two!" The short professor smiles and jumps a little excited before settling down.

"Oh, a project," I say with a sarcastic whistle, "I bet it'll blow our socks off. Or, in Candice's case, idiot leggings." And another smack to the head. I brush it off and start my way to the Center once again, followed by my two companions and Pokemon.

We enter the Pokemon Center and do the same thing as we did earlier the day. We all sit in the waiting area and listen to the annoying waiting music. Honestly, whoever invented that, was truly the biggest villain in the history of the world. Candice slouches into the chair and gets onto her Nav, probably checking... no, I am not saying that. I don't care it's an amazing pun, everyone will leave and then will be no point continuing this damn story. Because it's a freaking pun! She was checking Facebook, ok. I could tell she was trying to block us out, but I was pretty dead set on not letting that happen. Dallas, on the other hand, grabbed his backpack and set it on the table, opening it and reaching in.

"Alright guys," he says, trying to get our attention, "are you ready to see my magnum opus of modern technology?"

Candice lowers the Nav and looks up, "We have balls that can turn monsters into light and machines that can trade Pokemon through time. If it even slightly surpasses that, I will call you the biggest genius in our age."

"Sarcasm is beneath you, Candice." He smirks and pulls out a... collar. It was a metal collar with a small box on the side. "Now, can either of you guess what this is?"

I raise my hand and start to talk, only getting cut off as soon as I started.

"And if you say a collar, I will kick you in the nuts."

I lower my hand and Dallas rolls is eyes.

"Well, if I finish this baby, it will be an actual Pokemon translation! Oh yeah, all the prizes go to me!"

Me and Candice look at him, and I was actually a little impressed. He might be able to make the first thing to talk to Pokemon properly. Then, Candice laughs. "Dude, do you know how many people have tried to make that? It's figurat-no, literally impossible!"

This time, I smack her in the back of the head. "Candice, be nice to the guy! Who says it's not possible? For all we know, this will work better than you think it will."

"Sure, and I don't have the best hair in this entire town. That will never work, and I can prove it mathematically."

Dallas then jumps in, pulling out a number of things from the bag. "No, you can't, because this can, and does, work. As soon as I add..." He pauses as he pulls out a weird little chip thing, "This little mother!"

"And," I ask, confused at the thing, "just what exactly is that?"

"This, my trainer friend, is a microchip. Not just a microchip, but a microchip filled with the codex to an experimental brainwave reading program!" He holds it up like some kind of prize.

Now, Candice was looking a little impressed. "Alright, I will admit. That is kinda cool. But unless you can demonstrate it, I refuse to believe its use."

Dallas smiles and pulls out a small screwdrive, taking of one ot the sides of the collars box. After a few minutes of pulling wires, taking things out, putting things in, and putting the chip thing in, he closes it back up. "So, who would like to be my first test subject? Candice, I'm looking at you."

"Ha," she laughs at him, "no way, Pit. I've worn a collar before, and those things are uncomfortable as hell. Put it on the trainer with actual Pokemon."

I look over at her. "What? You have a Pokemon! Where is he, I haven't Scrap in a bit, where is the little ragdoll?" I look around and actually start thinking. I haven't seen him since I went into the Route, and that made me nervous.

"Oh, who knows? Probably invisible trying to play with somebody. Stop being a Whismur and put the collar on already."

"Oh my Arceus, you are impossible to work with. Give me the thing."

I take the collar from Dallas and put it around my neck, adjusting it. Candice was right, these are uncomfortable. I look over at Dallas, who was leaning over and pushing something on the side. I try to look down and could see a slight flashing light on the box.

"Ok, so what you gotta do now is... if I'm right, just think."

I focus for a second and think. 'If this doesn't work, I will still be supportive to the little guy. Oh, shit, this thing actually works. Ignore what I just thought.' I will admit, this was surprising to hear. Apparently, Candice thought the same because she was completely awe struck. I then look over to Dallas, who was clapping and celebrating to himself.

"Yes! Yes, if freaking worked! Suck it Mom, you unsupportive bitch!" He stops and looks at us, taking the collar off my neck. He coughs and puts the collar on the table. "Please ignore that last part, family problems. Thank you, so freaking much Walt for doing this! Now all I need is a Pokemon..."

As if on cue, the Nurse comes over with our Pokemon and Blue walking right beside her. We thank her and she leaves, allowing us to test the collar on the Pokemon. I look over at Dallas and smile, nodding down at the Zangoose. "Well, I kinda want to know what Blue thinks of the whole situation."

Dallas nods and goes over to Blue with the collar. Apparently, without any foresight or knowledge of what's happening Blue is a little nervous, bringing up his claws. I jump down an put a hand on his, lowering them down. "Whoa, Blue," I say, trying to calm him down, "the Pit's just trying to test something. It will not hurt, and it will be a great learning experience for all of us. Ok?" Blue scowls at the collar and completely puts his arms down, raising his neck. Dallas finally puts the collar on him and pushes the button again.

"Alright," the professor in training says, standing back up, "Blue, how does it feel?"

In a very, very cute tone, the collar repeats what he was thinking. 'It is itchy and uncomfortable.'

We all gasp in awe and Candice lets out a very quiet squeal. "Holy shit, that was amazing! Dallas, you are the freaking smartest genius of our age! Blue, say something else!"

'Am not saying anything, Pinky, am thinking it, you Ranger dummkopf.'

I tilt my head hearing this, extremely surprised at that. "Wow, Blue, dude. Be a little nice. Also, Pinky?"

'She has pink line in hair,you call me Blue for color, I call her for color.'

Candice raises her hands to stop us. "Ok, two things. One, teach your Zangoose some manners. And, two," she points over to Dallas, "there are a few words missing there."

"Oh," he responds, "yeah, some things will get a little lost in translation."

'Good job there, nerdy. It not like full sentences needed.'

"Hey, sarcasm is beneath you, Blue."

'You all need stop saying that. It getting annoying."