Oi! I'm back with another chapter! Just to clear things up, this'll be based off the BOOK, not the movie, because that'll be kinda hard to write since I never saw it. xD And I like books more than movies, anyways.

WARNING: MAJOR BREAKING OF THE FOURTH WALL.

Now, excuse me if I make some accidental typos or screw up a few paragraphs or if my writing style changes halfway through. :D And no pairings for now, I can't write romance to save my life and I don't like it, anyways. Maybe just really tiny hints. Like, microscopic, since I know that pairings can also repel some people. :I I'll be leaving out Snake and Falcon, I dislike them. Please don't judge me.

I'll also be referring to Pokemon Trainer as Red, I'll use it as a nickname, though.

Now, on with the story!

Oh wait, I nearly forgot the disclaimer, and since I forgot it in the first chapter:

I don't any of these characters! All of them belong to their respective owners! If I owned any of them, I'd be rich!

Thought

Different language

EDIT!

REWRITTEN CHAPTER COMING UP!

And there's now a slight chance I may include Snake.

Brown eyes slowly flickered open, squinting and attempting to adjust to the harsh sunlight. Shielding his face with an arm, he rolled over and grumbled. "Wow, I just had the strangest dream..." he murmured, before sneezing. Something was tickling his nose, and the floor seemed oddly rough... Jason sat up grudgingly and stretched, rubbing the back of his sore neck. Wait, was it a dream?

Ness, Lucas, the teleporter, Marth-

Pit.

Inhaling sharply, he looked around himself in confusion. What was going on? This wasn't the mansion! Where did the teleporter take them? The grass around him swayed in the slight breeze, the green too bright to be natural. The trees' textures looked unrealistic and were of the strangest colors, the sky looked much too clear and the birds that he spotted were bizarre and strange, to say the least. Never had he encountered Pokémon like this. Actually, he'd never seen these things in other stages, either.

Had Pit? Where was he, anyways?

The trainer blindly groped around on the ground for his hat, finding it and putting it on its usual spot on his head. Heaving himself on his feet, Jason set off to look for his friend. He would think things through once he had found the other. After all, two brains were better than one, even if the angel's plans did sound a bit outrageous at times.

After a few minutes of stumbling through the strange field (and blankly staring at some misshapen and almost neon-colored flowers in confusion) Red stumbled upon a small creek. And the water was flowing swiftly, a good sign that it was clean. In fact, it was about the clearest water he had ever seen, and that was something, given the amount he had traveled. Just looking at it made him incredibly thirsty. A drink wouldn't hurt, right...?

Pit could wait.

Leaning forwards to take a drink, he caught a glimpse of his reflection.

And the only reaction he could muster was to scream.

Said angel sat up with a jolt, making his head pound, the scream ringing through the air. Pit whimpered and clutched his head. What in Underworld was that?

One could almost literally hear the gears turning in his head. Scream. A scream. From who-?

His eyes widened in terror and worry as he jumped to his feet.

"OH MY GODS, RED!"

And thus began Pit's run-around-like-a-chicken-with-its-head-cut-off-extravaganza. Of course, trying to find his friend in his panic whilst doing so. But I really doubt that would work.

"RED, PLEASE ANSWER ME!" he shrieked, flailing about, before his foot caught on something- or someone, and he fell face-first into a nearby creek. An enraged squeak and another splash was heard afterwards. Pit could only thank the gods that the water was so shallow, because ugh, water that isn't part of the hot springs. Shaking the water out of his hair and rapidly blinking, he turned to look for the source of the second splash. What he spotted was a soaking wet and VERY angry Pikachu.

Huh, it looked familiar-

"Arceus, Pit! Look wherever the heck you're going, you almost killed me there! What were you thinking, running amok like that?! I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK! DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT WOULD BE?"

D-Did the Pikachu just TALK?

Pit gasped and stared at the mouse. And stared some more. I mean really, with that hat and the brown hair? It couldn't be-

And then the Pikachu snapped. Boy, was it in a bad mood. "What're you looking at?" The only response he received was the captain opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, unable to think of anything to say or muster a coherent sentence. Frankly, he looked lost. Very lost. Lost and disoriented and, well, lost. Have I mentioned lost? Anyways.

In the end, he finally managed to formulate a sentence.

"R-Red?"

Well, almost a sentence. The small mouse Pokemon groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more other than being able to slap Pit.

"No shit, Sherlock. Of course the fucking Pikachu happens to share the voice of your best friend, the brown hair and the fucking hat. THE FUCKING HAT, PIT. LOOK AT IT." The Pikach- Jasontook off said hat, waved it in front of the angel's face for emphasis, before smacking him with it for good measure.

"..."

Pit just continued gawking. Sweet Palutena, Jason got pissed, snapped and used a swear word four times in the span of five minutes. THE UNDERWORLD HAS FROZEN OVER. THE END IS COMING. OH NOOO.

He just continued seething, yellow fur bristling visibly. "Can we get out of the fucking water and dry our damn selves off now?!" the boy-turned-creature barked, before wading out of the creek and wringing out his hat violently. Pit followed suit because confronting an angry Red was possibly one of the scariest and intimidating experiences he ever had. Strike that, absolutely terrifying. Like they say, it's always the quiet ones-

"SHUT UP AUTHOR." Oh listen to that, it's the sound of the fourth wall shattering into tiny pieces. THE END IS NEAR. The angel stared at Red blankly, brain still frozen in shock and unable to process anything.

"Why are you talking to the air?"

Oh Pit, you airhead. His friend only stammered, fumed and gestured wildly in a seemingly random direction. "FOURTH WALL."

"Oh." Jason facepalmed at the angel's stupidity. Then promptly looked up as Pit began approaching the reader.

Wait.

WHAT?

"NO PIT, DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT." Said teen completely ignored the Pokemon Master screeching in the background like a banshee, and knocked on the thin screen seperating FanFiction from reality.

And fangirls, please refrain from clawing at the screen lest you scare the characters in the exhibition. I mean what.

"Oh yeah, I remember this thing. I thought it died in Uprising... Welp! I don't even know what this even does, to be honest. Hello? Anyone there?" Pit chirped, looking out the screen from every angle possible, trying to see through the seemingly invisible barrier.

"GET AWAY FROM THERE, THEY MIGHT FIND OUT HOW TO GET IN HERE AND ABDUCT US." Oh, right! Working on that...

FOURTH WALL, ACTIVATE!

With a yelp, Pit was flung away from where he was originally standing. Straight into Red. Right off a hill.

And thus, they went rolling down said hill in a mess of limbs, fur, and screaming. Lots of screaming. The cussing was all from Red.

At some point, they slowed to a stop and groaned, entangling themselves and nursing random bruises and cuts from the tumble. Other than that, it was just the sounds of nature and all that. Good thing the abnormally soft grass caught their fall. That's when the furry little bundle of pissed-offedness suddenly spoke up because something felt horribly off. And he only pinpointed the source just now.

"Hey Pit?"

"Mn?"

"Where are your wings?"

... Upon hearing those words, said brunet's hands went to his back. He only felt cloth where his wings once were.

"... Oh Palutena no." Red rolled his eyes and covered his ears, preparing himself for the freak-out that was soon to follow. He would point out that the other's wings were actually still there, just kinda detached, later. How much later, he would have to see. Eventually, he guessed.

"OH GODS WHAT IN HADES' NAME DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS HORRIBLE FATE. WHY ME. AM I NO LONGER WORTHY?" Pit wailed, falling to his knees dramatically and tugging at his hair.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

How can he be so calm in battles and in the middle of a war if he freaks out over things like this? Beats me. The Trainer sighed, not really understanding his friend's situation.

After ten or so minutes passed, Pit had eventually calmed down and was lying on his side in fetal position.

"How are we going to get home?" he asked, sitting up, one hand still running over his shoulderblades. His companion only buried his head in his furry arms.

"I don't know..."

They sat there for what seemed like forever, until a groan came from a patch of tall grass.

The duo jumped to their feet to head towards the source of the noise.

Sorry, this seemed like the perfect place to end the chapter. I actually wanted to make it longer with them meeting "Glinda" and the mysterious figure, but I decided to cut it off T.T

Oh well.

I know you're reading this, people. Give me a sign you're alive and reading this :3

And thanks to the two guest reviewers! And that one follower!

~Scales Out!

EDIT: This. Chapter. Used to be shit. It hurt my eyes-

So, I rewrote it.

Blergh.