Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

Wes prided himself in his intelligence. He had a sharp mind, a quick wit, and little-too-razor-sharp tongue. He could come up with a good, solid plan in two seconds while giving a sarcastic remark to his opponent. It was rare when he found himself in a situation he could not comprehend.

This, however, was an exception.

The huge white room was a design that Wes hadn't seen in all his years, however few that was. And the mob of pokedolls was really a sight. There had to be more pokedolls there than there were types of pokemon!

"Is this some kind of joke?" Wes asked no one in particular, his voice echoing around the room. There was no reply. He sighed and guessed he would have to get himself out of this one.

He began walking forward. He stepped around all the dolls in his way, not exactly knowing why.

All right… it was time to think. First off, how did he even get here? He closed his eyes and tried to recall any previous memories, but nothing came. Well, he had memories, of course, but nothing relating to arriving here. He stopped, not really sure what to do. This wasn't getting him anywhere. He used his foot to clear an area and sat down, trying to give this predicament some logical explanation. His focus on reality faded, and after a while he had dozed off. He grunted, shaking himself to wake up. His eyes focused on something in from of him, two somethings, actually.

He blinked again, but they didn't go away, and sure enough, there were two dolls there that were definitely not pokemon.

There was a tiny little replica of Rui, and a tiny little replica of himself. Wes couldn't help but stare. He looked at the one of himself again, and an icy feeling ran through him. It was scary, looking at someone exactly like you, but with lifeless eyes. The resemblance was strange. Rui's doll had a friendly smile on its lips, while his had a mischievous smirk. A smirk which he mimicked at the comical similarity.

But then he realized he was still lost in an abyss, and this wasn't helping. Were these dolls supposed to help?

He looked from the Rui doll to the Wes doll, and then vise versa, and then back again repeatedly. Finally, he looked up and shouted to no one in particular:

"Exactly what is this supposed to mean?"