"Please mom! This is a fucking cult!" A young Yandel has his gun aimed at his mother covered in white robes. She had a knife.

"Can't you see, son? This is the only way to atone for the sins humanity has committed. It saddens me you have sided with the sinners." She lunged at him. A shot was fired.

He wakes up. There is a campfire. His clothes and equipment are missing.

"Good morning." Wilson is on the other side of the fire, eating a bowl of rice. "That must've been quite a dream you were having with all that thrashing in your sleep."

"Wilson?" Yandel sits and looks around. "Where's Minnie?"

"I don't know who that is. More importantly, how do you know my name? I believe this is the first time we've met." He tilts his head curiously. He looks the same, save for a red feather adorned on his khaki hat.

"Don't fuck with me, man. You were fucking Celebi, until…" he remembers the portal they fell through. "...Oh shit." He gets up and frantically scans his surroundings. They're still in the forest.

"If you're looking for your attire, they're over there along with your partner." Wilson points to a tree nearby. His clothes are neatly placed next to the Kakuna who is sleeping. "But now I'm very curious. Do you possibly come from another timeline? And how close were you to that version of myself?" He pulls out a notebook and quill.

"Fucking hell!" Yandel quickly puts on his clothes. "Where's my g-" he sees Kakuna fiddling with his gun. He snatches it away. "Damn it! That red headed cunt sent us into an alternate dimension. If I ever see her, I'll get my grubby Unovian hands and snap her fucking head off!"

"U-Um. Are you okay?" Yandel glares at him. "Right. That was wrong of me to ask." Yandel grabs Kakuna and drags her with him. "Where are you going?" Wilson puts the fire out and grabs his brown satchel.

"I'm going to find my partner and get the fuck out of here." He says. Wilson catches up to him.

"Do you perhaps know where the Pokemusu is?" Yandel stops.

"I have no clue. I don't even know what she is called." He sighs frustratingly.

"I would like to propose something then." He gets in front of the bad boy. "I'm trying to document Pokemusu for trainers to understand how to interact with them. It can be a dangerous feat and I'm not exactly a fighter, but you seem strong. I mean, I've never seen someone fall from a waterfall unscathed. Helping me might make us come across the Pokemusu you're looking for. What do you say?"

"Interesting offer, bucko. But I don't work for free. Still need money to eat."

"That's not a problem. I will compensate for any expenses needed for your care." Yandel thinks for a moment.

"All right. I got your ass." He extends his hand and they shake on it. "Are those Pokeballs?" He points at the balls hanging on Wilson's waist.

"Yes they are."

"May I have one, por favor?" He obliges. "Cool. Since I'm missing my partner, you will have to do for now." He says to Kakuna and throws the ball at her. She gets inside and the ball twitches a few moments, then it stops. "Didn't even put up a fight." Yandel says.

"Wait a minute. She was a wild Kakuna the whole time!?"

"Yeah."

"You better release her then! There's no way she will listen to you when she evolves!" Yandel pats his back.

"Don't worry your admittedly handsome face. This isn't the first time I've done this. Now come on! I need to find a place to fix my shit." He motions his ripped clothes.

Pewter City. Or Perwet Town

They arrive at the town. It looks very old-age like set in the Middle Ages, but modernized. Where the gym is supposed to be, it's now replaced with what seems like a blacksmith.

"Let's head to the tailor shop." Wilson jogs towards the store and Yandel follows. The place is called "Silky Sticky Strings". They head inside. It is bug themed with the clothes being hung by, well, sticky strings. A dark skinned man with a yellow suit and tie, is examining the cloth behind the counter. "Good day, Mr. Rillo! Can I say you're looking fabulous?"

"Hahaha! By all means! That's why I'm wearing it." He turns to face them. Upon seeing Yandel, he frowns. "Sir, it is beyond my profession to judge anyone by their appearances, but you should take more care of yourself."

"I'm a Pokemusu Hunter. Not a damn fashion designer." He huffs.

"We're actually here to see if you can patch his clothes." Wilson explains.

"Patch them? Those clothes are beyond repair. Did you fight against Charmeleons or Persians to be in that state?" Mr. Rillo asks Yandel.

"Yes. And Beedrills." The fashionist shakes his head.

"Could you make a new set for him?" Wilson asks. Mr. Rillo looks at him, then back at Yandel.

"Only because it's you, Wilson. I need your measurements and I'll get started on it. Shouldn't take more than a few hours." Mr. Rillo pulls out a measuring tape and gets Yandel's measurements.

"That fast?" Yandel is surprised.

"Oh yes. I have a passion for fashion. And it's thanks to Wilson's work that I hired an assistant to help me." A Caterpie comes out from the backroom.

"Hello." She waves at them. With everything ready, Wilson and Yandel leave the shop.

"So what do you want now?" Wilson asks.

"Doing what I do best. Look for a bounty."

"You won't find much here. This is a very peac-" he is interrupted by a man rushing out of his house down the block.

"Dear Arceus! There's a Raticate destroying my home!" He yells.

"When I'm around, there's always a job available." Yandel smiles as he walks towards the man.

"A Raticate? I have to seize this moment!" Wilson pulls out his notebook and joins him.

"Hey man. I can take care of your rat problem." Yandel pats the man's back as he heads inside. The furniture has been chewed on. The Raticate is currently biting the pot in the kitchen.

"Wow. So majestic." Wilson starts writing.

"I'm sure it is." He pulls out his gun. He tries to fire, but it jams. "Dammit! The water must've fucked it up. Omar is going to kill me." The Raticate hears the click from the gun and takes a defensive stance.

"Who are you?" She demands.

"I'm Wilson the Green. Could we have a moment of your time to ask you questions?" He tries to reason with her, but she isn't buying it.

"Forget it, man. She's a wild Pokemusu. She ain't going to listen to what we gotta say. Seems I have to do it the old fashion way." He takes out a Pokeball. "Let's go, Kakyoin!" He summons Kakuna. "Poison Sting!" She doesn't do anything. The Raticate lunges at her. "Fuck! Harden!" Kakyoin covers herself in a thick armored shell before Raticate uses Hyper Fang. "You might want to step back."

"Why?" Wilson asks, as Yandel rushes to punch her face. She didn't expect him to intervene and land the blow, disorienting her. In a split second, he digs his hand inside where Kakyoin produces her strings, making her squirm and moan. He pulls out a strand.

"Stay inside your shell." He says to Kakyoin, as he swings her around like a wrecking ball. He hits the Raticate, sending her crashing against the counter. The pots that are hanging on top of her fall on her head. "You're mine!" He swings Kakyoin to gain momentum and slams the Raticate, knocking her out.

Bounty successful!

"Time to reap the reward. Yoink!" Yandel grabs rings and necklaces out of Raticate's tail, before throwing a Pokeball to capture her. "You did a good job there, Kak." He pats her head.

"That...was amazing!" Wilson exclaims. "I've never seen anyone use a Pokemusu that way!"

"Oh. Why thank you. Not many people agree with my methods, but it gets the job done." He is not used to compliments. Kakyoin returns to her ball and he summons Raticate, who is groaning in pain. "She's all yours." Wilson approaches her.

"I'm sorry about that, but will you be willing for an interview?"

"S-Sure." She says while getting up.

"Now that I have a good look, you're a very beautiful Musu!" Wilson compliments. Raticate blushes.

"R-Really? Not many people find me attractive." She pulls out a rock and bites it. "I just got moody, because of the pain my teeth make."

"That's why I'm here. So that trainers and people understand your kind." Wilson knows how to melt anyone with his empathy.

"To be honest, I was trying to find a mate, but the man ran away and I got frustrated. Can you help me take care of my needs?" She lifts her cloth, revealing a wet slit.

"All right. You take care of that, while I go report the man the situation." Yandel leaves.

"Is it taken care of? I heard noises inside." The man says worryingly.

"Everything has been handled. My partner is dealing with her now. This should compensate for any damages." He gives the necklaces to the man. "You should pawn it before she notices it's missing."

"My word! Thank you so much, kind stranger!" He runs towards a nearby store.

"Hmmm. Now where can I find a place to get Deal Breaker fixed?" Moans are coming from the house. "Geez. Do they gotta be so loud?" He sighs and walks towards the blacksmith.