Though generally a humor fic, there are moments in the story where the theme gets more serious.

Chapter 5: Back to the City

As I walked through the forest I was relieved to see the edge of the city. Finally I had made it home! I just had to hurry and find Jenny before she got fed up and left. Even she had her limits, after all. Now which way was… is that a corner store? Sigh, back to square one.

Anyways, from there, I knew I had to walk to the Pineco Café. Only problem was I was now 10 times smaller. How was I supposed to explain that to Jenny?! I looked in the store's clock and saw it was now 10:55. So far I've been a pokemon for about thirty minutes. Maybe it'll wear off? With my luck, yeah right. The closer I got to the café the funnier my horns felt.

Why am I feeling like I have just witnessed a horrible accident?

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Oh, that's why.

In front of me there were police cars surrounding what seemed to be the site of an accident. I had a guess of who was the cause of the accident, but to make sure, I decided to ask someone. Police men were out of the question. That's when I noticed a Zigzagoon standing nearby. "Hey, what happened here?" After the encounter with the Houndoom I noticed that I indeed did sound like a kid.

"(Sob sob)," apparently she was a kid too… how did I know she was a she? "We (sob) we were playing and (sniff) t-t-the ball went into the street and…and whaaaaaaaa!!!" I patted her on the back. This was most likely too much for her. And my horns were really bothering me.

"There, there," I'm not good with children, they tend to cause me problems. Like that time when that kid tripped me just as I was about to go down some stairs, or that one time I lost my watch. I just know that little bugger took it. But still, what was I supposed to say to this poor Zigzagoon?

"(Sniff) a-and then my buddy w-went to get it a-and (sniff) this car was c-coming," that feeling in my horns was getting worse. It felt sad. "B-but then (sob) this g-guy came and p-pushed him outta the w-way, but (sob sob) WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

I got up, "So where's your friend?"

"O-over there (sniff)."

"C'mon, I think its best you two stay together. I don't think little kids should go through this stuff alone."

"B-but you're a kid."

"Err, yeah. That's true, I guess." I led the Zigzagoon, who introduced herself as Ziggy, to her human friend. Upon seeing the boy, I immediately knew that my guess had been correct. It was the same little boy I had pushed out of the way. I left them alone with each other, I wanted to get a closer look at the accident.

As I was walking, I saw the man with the cell phone still on his cell phone. I gave him a kick in the shin and walked off.

Apparently the car was fine. It had stopped just as it had run me over. My… former body was covered in a sheet so no one could see. I was glad about that, seeing as I felt a lot of pain during the accident. Though, I was more worried about the girl standing next to the police. I did have a date with her, after all.

I slowly approached Jenny, mostly because my horns felt worse and worse as I got closer to her. She looked like she was going through a lot. Her brown hair was messy and a little tangled, and her eyes were red and poofy, most likely from crying. Those of you who thought she had blue hair watch too much anime.

I walked up to her and got her attention. "Hello, Jenny."

"Huh?" she looked over in my direction, "H-hello there." This was great! She could understand me!

"Jenny, please stop crying! It's me, Jonathan! I'm not dead!"

"What are you doing here, are you alone?" so much for that. At least I didn't have to explain anything. "You look awfully young. Where is your mommy?" Might as well answer. Since I didn't see any grown up Ralts when I broke out of that egg, I was guessing no. After I shook my head a look of shock entered her face, "Do you know what happened to your mommy?" Shook my head again, "Poor little thing. Do you want to go home with me?"

I took this moment to think about my current situation. Right now, I am very, very tired.I also noticed I have apparently died. I also have no place to sleep in, and knowing my luck, there are worse pokemon than Fang in the forest. Right now, my best friend/girlfriend has offered me a place to stay. Either my luck has gotten worse since I died, or it has gotten better since I have found a place to stay.A little bit of both I guess.

I nodded yes to her offer and suddenly I felt my horns feel a little better. "Don't worry, little guy, I'll take care of you," that line made me feel so small. "You can call me Jennifer."

I love it when my bad luck decides to take a break.