Author note: It's Friday again! And here I come with another chapter. Like last time, chapter 4 is already written and ready to be posted next Friday, but it might not be. I will be on vacation, but I will try to have it posted before next Sunday… It also implies that there might be a delay for chapter 5, but we will see, won't we?

Now I will do some reviews response again. I think I have more things to say this time.

StormFang: I'm glad that my review replying makes you happy. Personally, I think it's not fair that people should take some of their time to give their comments on a story and the author ignoring them, like if they are not important. It's constructive comment (or flames… I'm still waiting for one) that are motivating me to continue and offer what I hope to be better content each time. It keeps the show on the road. Or else this would fall into oblivion like many stories. I really hope this won't end up like those. I wonder if you will be the first one to review my chapter yet again. As for the chapter itself, I can't say I consider this a great story, but I appreciate you think so. I do try to put enough details, but it still seems I forgot about one. We shall see that in the third reply.

Kirby: Thanks for pointing out that butchered my "" separators (I'm sure they just butchered it again) and saying it was a good chapter. Now I know better. For those few who read the chapter before the change, I'm sorry about that. About Bill, yeah, the poor man tried to predict a little too much how he thought Rick would react. I guess he will learn from his mistakes… eventually. In the meantime… (Throw a rock at Bill).
Bill: Ouch, it hurt!

Foxyjosh: Finally! A question! I love the challenge of answering them. I will take this as a positive review. I got to admit that I forgot about that little detail, but I remember clearly saying to myself that it would be self-explanatory or implied that he did deactivate it at some point. He wouldn't have wanted to lose his data over nothing, especially since it is useful in the current situation. But as for the exact moment it happened, I have two choices; believe in the one pleasing you most:

1. It happened automatically at the moment he deactivated the security system to gain access to the lab. Simple, but would imply someone could simply stop the system to prevent the deletion.
2. He did it during the first 30 minutes he worked on his device. I can't believe he spent 12 hours straight doing that. He could have taken a few minutes of his time to open the computer on the table and deactivate the timer.

End: I admit it's a bit different now from my RPing, but, you know me, I won't stay far from my favorite and most comfortable environment for too long. You just have to be patient. And yes, it does look like some kind of spies' movies, but everything with secrets involved look like that, so I can't really do anything about that. You wouldn't have wanted to see Bill meet Rick in a street full on people and scream "There! Here's the keycard for my SECRET laboratory and the code is 27356!!!". Some secrecy is needed.

MTG: Damn? You have stolen my favorite half-cursing word! Nawww… seriously, your review was full of hyperness, but I don't expect any less from you. You are Sparktail's #2 fangirl after all. If you cried now, you're better to prepare yourself a box of tissue for later chapters, it could be useful. Oh, and Rick doesn't love Bill back, he prefer apples. I can't wait for your next hyper review; those are always funny to read.

I indeed had more to say. I spent too much time and words on those… should really get a blog. But anyway, it makes me happy to reply to those reviews. Now, without further delay, here's chapter 3. I thank Kirby for finding the title, which is impressive enough since he only read a paragraph of it.

Chapter 3 : Shocking awakening

The coldness of hard metal tickling the exposed parts of his body, the soreness of having slept in an uncomfortable position, the sickening sensation of being tired after a bad night of sleep; those unpleasing feelings awakened Rick as consciousness returned him to the world of living. Or rather, the lack of those feelings was forcing questions to wander into his mind, looking hopelessly for the missing answers. The first sensation coming to him was not the cold contact with the solid surface he was leaning against when he fell into a deep slumber, but rather tenderness similar to the comforting mattress he was so used to sleep on when he was younger. Maybe it was only the contrast between this and what he expected, but it felt like if his mother was still cuddling next to him, accompanying him into the world of dream.

Not wanting to end the moment of peace he was living, he ignored the voice in his head telling him to wake up and to look at where he was. What could be dangerous in the current situation he was in? As much he knows, all was pointing at him being in his bed, in his parent's house, far from the imaginary horrors of Bill's lab and from that strange trip in a plain with a nasty talking pikachu and the pain of being changed into one of them. He had to admit thought, it must have been the most realistic and painful nightmare he ever experienced. Everything felt so real, so much he could remember every details of his fake transformation like if it had really happened. The memories of his infiltration in the secret lab are even stronger, the scent of a strange gas inside the pod still stuck to his nose.

To this, his logic was again screaming about his ignorance, filling his mind with facts like "A dream cannot create odors you never smelt before" or "It is impossible to suddenly be at your parent's house when you nearly don't have enough money to pay for food and a place to live, let alone a trip to the other side of the country.". He wanted to ignore those facts, but, in a way, they were making more sense than the ideas he forced himself to believe into to avoid having to wake up. How could it be possible for him to have imagined everything in Bill's lab? He hadn't seen enough science-fiction movies in his life to get a realistic idea about how this lab would look like. He had to consider the possibility that his trip to this lab was indeed real. Unfortunately, it implied that he would indeed have to sit and look at where he was, if only to reassure himself and return to sleep. Oh… he hated that logic of him.

Stirring in his "bed", he slowly shifted to a sitting position, which wasn't easily done as said. Normally, when he wanted to sit after sleeping, he extended one hand against his bed and uses it as a lever to force his body upright in a quick movement. Maybe it was because he was still too sleepy, but he wasn't able to sit properly. Instinctively, he rolled on his back and put his arms against the soft surface, his hands pushing on it, but it wasn't working. Not only his arms were too short to give a good force moment, but his back didn't follow the movement created by the arms. He tried many times to do so, it but it was simply impossible. Had he been more aware of his surroundings, he would have heard Bill holding his laughter at such pitiful sight… and noticed that something was wrong with him.

Since sitting this way was apparently impossible this morning, he tried another tactic. Rolling on his belly and using his legs and arms to rise up, he obtained a quadruped position, reminding him of an animal. Strangely, that awkward position was really comfortable, giving the unexpected urge to run around like this and feel the wind on his fur. Dismissing the idea and ignoring the use of the word "fur" in his head, he gave himself a push with his hands to shift his weight backward, lifting his body until he was standing on his feet, a stance he quickly lost when he lost balance and fell on his rear. It wasn't the most conventional method used to sit, but at least, he finally did it. When he would have normally opened his eyes, he felt just like celebrating his little success, happiness and pride taking over him like if he had received the first prize in some major competition. It felt good to be this happy for once, but couldn't only do that. Even if he couldn't help but doing a large smile, celebrating wouldn't tell him where he was.

But looking around would. After rubbing his short arms on his eyes to clean them, he opened his eyelids slowly, trying to discern something in that unknown environment. At first, deformed forms flashed before his eyes, and a sudden poor vision not helping much. Gone were the millions of colors he could distinguish before, replaced by black and white vision they were, with few, bland colors, looking more like grey than anything else. Even with his vision clearing up, it didn't get any better. He wasn't wearing his contact lens, but even without them, he never saw so blurred, especially from close. Poor eyesight wasn't preventing him from trying to guess where he was, but it made the guess vaguer. From the look of it, he was on something that resembled a couch, only much bigger. It wasn't the only thing here that seemed to have received a grow spurt. The tables on each side of the couch, the large table in front of it, the huge windows at the other side of the room, everything was huge! First, difficulties to sit and poor vision, and now he had shrunk? If he wasn't getting worried enough, a human was sitting on a chair near the table and was staring at him. His body asked him to run away and escape this frightening environment, the only thing preventing this being a smell filling the room, the fine aroma of something really good to eat. This alone was sufficient to make him stick here a little longer, but he wanted answers about his location and, more importantly, why everything felt strange. Fighting his fears, he pointed an accusing finger at the man, his smile fading into anger. "What did you do to me? Where…" he said, freezing midway when he heard his own words echoing in his head: "Pi ka pika chu pi? Pika…"

Rick stood immobile, shocked by what he heard coming from his mouth. It was like receiving a kick between the legs, the kind of intense pain you knew it would last some time. Had he really said what he heard? His words were English in his head, but when he talked, they came out like… this! The simple language of the pikachu's species! And it came so naturally. No warning, he didn't have to think about what to say, it just came out like he if he used the language all his life. Confused, the dream just he came out from returned to haunt him. What if it has really happened? It couldn't be true, could it? Things like that only happen in fairy tales, right?

One hesitant glance at his feet was enough to answer those. He wished so much to see human feet, but Jirachi wasn't apparently working today or hated him for some reason. He still had feet, but they were three-clawed furred paws, and, despite he couldn't clearly distinguish the color, they were obviously yellow. Same went for his hands, or front paws actually, which had the same fur color and lacking a thumb. He did have a fifth finger, but it was the same size and oriented in the same axis than the others, making it useless for holding objects, this function replaced by the short claws on the said fingers.

If the former man felt confused before, it was now total panic. He didn't lose a finger, got pneumonia or even had a few broken bones. Those were bad, but in no way able to compete with the present situation. He became a pikachu! Even with his large respect for the species, there was no way he wanted to become one! He was more or less of an animal now! At best, a pet for some crazy chu fangirl or a tool for battle! What would become his life from now on? What about his dreams? Everything had gone to waste… and it was his fault. He didn't want to face the truth, for it was too hard to swallow. In an attempt of escaping reality, Rick rolled back on four paws, doing it faster than the first time, and ran to a deep corner of the couch, laying down sobbing, his face against the wall of tissue, trying to return to sleep and escape this new nightmare. But Bill had others plans.

The man, who has been watching the whole scene, found it pitiful to watch, but relieving. Obviously, the former human had no idea yet how to control his body, proved by the hesitation in his movements and the funny way he acted while trying to switch positions. Had he been a normal pikachu, he would have sent him a pokemon center immediately and required a full analysis to determine if the rodent hadn't suffered brain damage. While it might have been amusing to watch Rick, his last action was something he hoped for: the sudden realization of not being in his own body. He saw the surprise in his black eyes when he talked, then the confusion and fear. He could imagine the situation that Rick was living, trapped in a body that wasn't his and, par se, a lot more limited than his former human one. Being human inside was the last thing left for the intern. Yet, he wasn't going to cry over that. He couldn't change what had happened and, beside, he had enough time to get used to the idea that his friend would spend some time in the body of a mouse. How long? This, he had no way to know. It could be days as it could be months or even last until his last breath. It was all up to Bill to decide of that, but only fate could really tell the truth.

The near future was grim for Rick, but not as dire as originally expected. At first sight, Rick was still human, a frightened and distressed one, but human nonetheless. If his mind has truly been preserved, it would make it easier for the researcher to change him back into a human that would actually act like one. Had he lost his identity over the transformation, he would have to stay a pikachu and probably be released in the wild among others of his kind. As much he would have wanted to save him, there would be nothing left to save, and a savage human acting like a beast was the last thing the world needed. Still, there were more important matters on Bill's agenda right now than thinking about possibilities for the future. Getting out of his thoughts, Bill rose from his chair and sat on the couch, next to Rick, stroking his hand across the creature's back, as he would do to any pokemon needing comforting. He didn't want to act like if Rick was truly a pokemon and derides his dignity by considering him less than human, but somehow, he was convinced Rick would appreciate. This was obviously not a reassuring thought about the man's humanity…

On the other side of the petting, the new sensation on his back had taken aback Rick. All he wanted was returning to sleep, and he had nearly succeeded in it, but something had to annoy him by touching his back. Since it was bothering and unwanted, he opened his eyes and trashed around, but it didn't stop. Instead, the touch softened and slowed, driving a new sensation to his mind, conferring a whole new meaning about the contact. Concentrating on it, using all the information gathered by his extremely sensible skin, he quickly understood that someone or something was petting him. Petting him! How disrespectful! He wasn't an animal you could pet just because you felt like it! More scaring, it seemed that his body wanted it and instincts were trying to calm him and forcing him to give in to the petting.

It wouldn't happen like this! He trashed around some more, resisting the intrusion of the hand to preserve his dignity. Victory came to him when the hand retreated, but it was a short lived one. The hand returned, this time scratching him behind the ears. He tried to resist it again, but the hand had truly reached the right spot. He knew that most pokemon likes to be scratched behind the ears, but you had to experience it to understand why. The strokes were fulfilling the need to reach that particular spot with his paws, a spot he knew unreachable anyway. His body required it, his instincts wanted it, and the more he was being petted on this spot, the more his mind accepted it. As much he could look back into his deepest memories, never had he experienced something so relaxing and soothing to his mind. It was repressing his anxiousness toward his transformation, more than sleeping would have ever done. It was a free visit to the psychiatrist; he might as well use it. He closed his eyes and let his little body act like it wanted.

As if he had unlocked the Pandora box, every inch of his body reacted to a sudden surge of blocked orders coming from the brain, as his mind reacted to signals it purposely ignored before. His muscles, initially tensed by his initial anxiousness about being petted, were relaxing, his paw and forepaw sinking into the soft material of the couch. His heart rate lowered, his breathing following in synchronous, like two skaters jumping on the ice rink of his metabolism. He also felt something mysterious flicking left and right from his rear, sometime hitting his hind paws.

This was strange… there was no part of his body able to do that, at least not behind him. Wondering about what that thing was, he mentally slapped himself when he remembered that it was only his tail. He forgot that pikachu have one of those. He sighted. He could never have it easy in life, couldn't he? He wanted to go to the University, but he had to kill himself on boring jobs that doesn't pay. He wanted to go on internship at Bill's lab, but he had to live in a lousy apartment smaller that the lab's bathroom. And now that he was about to fulfill his dream about helping Bill on an important project, he had to be turned into a pikachu! Life was really unfair with him. Now he would want to cry again, but his body was having too much pleasure for it to be possible. This was a circle you couldn't get out of, the one of those people destined to be different from others and made outcasts, only because they were uglier, poorer or weaker. A circle you can't get out unless you did, by miracle, something so important that people would notice you. And now he couldn't be more different than this, now being the only human having the body of a rat, a cute little mouse that most loved or loved to hate, but a rat nonetheless. He couldn't be lower than this in the big scheme of things. There was no one that could change anything to it. Except Bill, wherever he was. If only the older man could be there at this moment, he would help him more than the other human petting him. If only he knew how right and wrong he was at the time. A few well placed words would get him back in the right path.

"Rick, can you understand me?" were the words said by the human, transported as vibrations in the air and brought to the pikachu's ears, transformed into nervous signals and decoded by the brain, which was roughly translated into: "Oh, the big creature is talking, so get your ass up and listen, and be ready to run if something bad happens." Granted, it was lousy instinctive reaction from his body, but he had to agree with it. It was a good opportunity to learn more about the human. His paws tensed again and quickly bounced on the surface to get on him all four again, which resulted in the human drawing his hand away from him. He then turned to face the human and stare right at him, his left hind paw facing his right to help his potential escape. The human returned his stare, displaying a smile. "Rick, it's me Bill. Do you understand what I say? Nod if you do."

His voice had a pleading tone to it and in his eyes had too, even if Rick couldn't really see it. Now that the rodent was actually listening to what the human was saying and was out of the dream-like state he found himself into while he was being scratched, the words said actually had a meaning. And what a meaning! This man was Bill! What a surprising turn of events! Thought, he should have expected it. Who, outside Bill, could have found him in the lab? It was so obvious now, why didn't he think of that before? Fear and confusion really have weird effects on the mind of one man.

Nevertheless, he was happy to see the man again and was more than willing to listen to his order, if it could help him somehow. He immediately obeyed by screaming "Bill!" while nodding continuously like if his life depended on it. Bill half-smiled to this; he was relieved to see that Rick understood his words, but it saddened him to know that the "Pika!" Rick said could mean so many different things, depending on the intonation of the syllables, making a two way discussion impossible. It was in moments like this he wished to have the translator ready. "Sorry, I can't understand you, but, at least, you understand me. You will have to use your body to communicate. I hope you didn't mind the petting."

Rick shook his head; yes, the petting was annoying at first, and, despite it felt awfully nice, he didn't really like to be easily controlled like that, not by something that didn't make logical sense and was so instinctive, but he didn't want to anger Bill; if the man wanted to pet him, then, petted he will be. He would go to any length to turn back human, even if it meant he would have to act like an animal. What a thought full of flawed logic…

Such a stupid and untruthful answer didn't the have expected effect on Bill. To put it plainly, he was shocked by Rick's shook. He actually liked that? He feared it when Rick flicked his tail and purred happily as he scratched him, but he thought that maybe he was faking it. Making him happy was one thing, but making him act inhumanly while he was appreciating that was another. He had to know the extent of how animal he was. And find a way to stabilize his state of mind before he acted too much like one. "Ok… I'm happy to know you liked that… err… well… I will debrief you what happened. To make a long story short, the laboratory I gave you access is the center on my researches to understand the mind of pokemon. It's a top secret project known by few. My contribution to the project is mainly the inventions I do. The machine you stumbled into is the main piece. You were supposed to help me by improving the code and updating the analysis system. As you saw, this machine rearranges molecules to change something into something else. The technology already exists and he is used mainly to break molecules, but I pushed it farther and made it so it can actually control what it changes. Then, using the calculation power of my system, easily the most powerful one in Kanto, as you know, I was able to build the basis of a program able to coordinate the change of one pokemon into another, with the goal of trying it on a human eventually. Your intervention only made it happens one or two years earlier than planned. Did you understand everything?

Rick was staring at him in bewilderment. He didn't really understand everything, not because the concepts were too complicated, but because it wasn't directly talking about him. What would he gain by knowing what this project was exactly? It's not like it would be really useful to him right now. He started to listen again when the man mentioned that he planned to use his machine on a human eventually, and then said, in a tone of voice that didn't show any apparent regret, how his transformation made his project advance. Was his employer actually enjoying this? He would not become his guinea pig!

He stood a few steps away from Bill, grinning his teeth, the burning he felt on his cheeks before turning into actual sparks. Bill did the same, but he went defensive, placing his hands in front of him to show he wasn't menacing. "Calm down Rick, there is no need to become violent. I know you are better than this. I don't know what I said to make you angry, but I don't mean any harm to you, I only want to help you. I'm really sorry about what happened, but I can't change the past. We will have to move forward and live with it. I can't tell you yet when you will be able to turn human again, but it will take some time. The machine is not actually able to change you back in its current version, but I'm working that for some time."

The mouse didn't move, despite this. There was too much unknowns in what he said. The machine can't change him back? How long would be stuck like this? He still had two months of internship and, since he didn't contacts his parents really often and didn't actually have any close friend, his disappearance wouldn't be known if Bill used his imagination, but what when his new semester will start? Bill can't hide him forever. However, this was Bill's problem at the immediate time, not his. His problem with that was more: What would he do during all that time? Sleep, eat food, run around and shock things? It was appealing, but nowhere as productive as what he was supposed to do. There had to be a trap somewhere, he knew it. He might be in a critical situation, but it wouldn't grant him the right to do nothing during two months. Guinea pig for his research was first on the list of things he might have to do. Still, in good will, he ended the sparks and hid his teeth, but he maintained the fighting stance while staring angrily at the human. He wasn't ready to give in completely yet, and Bill would have to understand this, or there will be a little communication problem.

Seeing that the rodent was ready to listen, the scientist added some clarifications about what he meant. "However, the best you can do to help yourself is not sitting around and doing nothing. Not only it is boring, but you have to understand that the situation you are living is unique. To my knowledge, no human became a pokemon before, except in fairy tales. According to your papers, you love the mystery around the mind of the pokemon. This could be the perfect opportunity to discover more about it. It's only a matter of helping science. I won't put you in a machine or inflict you any physical harm, it would be only a psychological study. There is nothing wrong in that. I will even give you a large bonus for your sacrifice. Do you accept this?"

Rick sighted, this offer had a do "Take it or else…" feeling to it. Should he refuse it, Bill would force him to accept. Since he will have to live with the older man, he could easily cut his feeding, or give him a bad place to sleep until he accepts. If Bill wore the proper equipment, he would not be able to oppose himself to him; he is only a weak pikachu, a small rodent that most serious battler didn't use. Cute pokemon are only that: cute. In no way he could fight. Maybe with training, he could stand a chance against Bill, but he was certainly not getting any of that. He had to take things positive: he would have it relatively easy for the rest of his internship and he would turn back human eventually, with a bonus. He lowered his head and silently nodded, with a slight smirk on his yellow muzzle. With that bonus, he would get a better apartment in Saffron for the next semester, maybe one with an actual personal bedroom and kitchen. Oh, he couldn't wait for that. He hates those public services and… meeting with people. Why would someone think he wanted to talk when he was making food? He didn't understand the other humans sometimes. Maybe being a pokemon for some time would not that bad finally.

Unaware of his musing, the only thing Bill took interest in was his nod. It did seem forced a bit, but it was must be hard to be truly happy and calm about something so demanding. Until he changed back, Rick will have to adapt to a whole new live style, a whole new way to think. If only he had more knowledge on pokemon psychology… Nonetheless, he still had something he wanted to try. Standing up, he walked to a small box full of various objects and put it on the table. He then took Rick in his arms and transported him at the end of it. Being moved like that was really disorienting and humiliating to Rick, but he let Bill do whatever he wanted, especially after noticing something good coming from the box. It must be that smell of food from earlier! "Now Rick, I have a small experiment I want to try with you. In this box, are many object of the casual life. I will put two objects in front of you, and you will tell me which one you like the best. And we will continue like this until we made it through the box's content."

Not giving Rick the time to say anything, he took a laptop out of the box, opened it, and placed it to Rick's right. On his left, he put an apple. Oh the irony, the perfect duel between human preferences and pokemon ones! Pikachu, as a common fact, couldn't resist the taste of an apple. And Rick loved to work on computer. There was the right path, the one any human would be expected to take, and the forbidden one on his left. It would be interesting to see what he would choose.

As expected, the sight of the apple made Rick's mouth salivate with anticipation. The only thing preventing from pouncing on it was that computer next to it. He wondered if he could still write. He walked up to it, always keeping an eye on the apple and on Bill, just in case the man tried to take it away. Upon reach the computer, he climbed on it and noticed that the screen was already displaying a text editor. Bill really has planned his little game thoroughly. He stared at the letters on the keyboard, trying to get their meaning, but nothing came. The symbols still looked familiar, their form known to him, but his mind couldn't put them together. It was like a puzzle where you had all the pieces, but where told before hand that there is no picture on the pieces, removing almost all pointers about how to make it. He tried to write his name, concentrating on how the word sounded to his ears, but the end result was a text editor displaying series of letters having no link between them, other than being part of the same alphabet. It was truly depressing to see for both Rick and Bill… what else he had lost from his humanity? Rick gave up on typing a message and glanced at the apple. Its round form was attracting him like a fly on a light bulb. Its scent was like the spicy aroma of those sauces he likes. Something so good shouldn't go to waste, but he knew that it wasn't probably what Bill was expecting from him. He knew that he shouldn't give up on trying resisting those instincts and perseveres on regaining a knowledge he knew lost, but that apple… how could he deny that? His stomach rumbled, sealing his choice. Survival was more important than playing with a computer. The game could always wait later. Leaving the computer, he sat next to the apple and took a large bit in it, more than his mouth could probably take at one time. Its taste was as good as its scent let him think. And this says a lot, he didn't like apples very much before.

While Rick ate the apple, Bill sat on the chair, closed his eyes and sighted. He pretty much just received the confirmation that Rick wasn't totally himself anymore. His efforts alone wouldn't suffice to stop Rick from acting like a pokemon. He could not put any confidence in him to behave well while he worked on his machine. Maybe Rick could still think mostly like a human, but he wasn't acting like one. He could already imagine all the problems of having him around the house without a guardian to watch on him. He would have to take his emergency plan: Bringing him to his friend Samuel Oak. The reputed professor had the space and equipment to take care of him and he was aware of his experiments. He will be easy to convince, or so he hoped. You never knew with Samuel. The scientist opened his eyes, looking at the mouse as it ate another bite before discarding the half eaten-apple. It would be the ideal time to announce him his choice. "Rick… you failed my test. I won't be able to keep you here with me. Your case is too complicated…" he said plainly.

This made Rick spit out the last bite of apple. He then looked at Bill with sadness in his eyes. Bill was abandoning him? But why? He only ate an apple! He couldn't get rid of him like that! He was a human, not a pet you could trade back when you didn't like it! He felt the anger rise inside him, but he was strong enough to control it this time. He had to make Bill change his mind. Fighting wasn't a solution. As he saw on TV, the pokemon always look cute when they want something. It was long shot, but it could work. He advanced close to Bill's face and looked as pitiful as he could. Bill didn't fall for it thought. "Don't try that, it won't work. You are going at Professor Oak's ranch, which contain all the facilities required to take care of you. Also, his knowledge in pokemon might be useful to help you to control those instincts of yours. I'm simply not qualified for that. Don't worry; the man will make sure everything is alright. He is one of the best experts on pokemon after all."

Resigned, Rick nodded at Bill. He was right, to everyone his field of expertise. For Bill, it was mechanic, and to Oak, it was pokemon. Better be supervised by someone who really knew what he was doing. His relation with the professor was not the best one, as they disagreed on lots of subjects, but he always respected him for what he had done to the pokemon community. His stay there could be a good thing for him, but something about it scared him: He would have to meet other pokemon. That ranch was literally filled with them, he couldn't avoid meeting them, and most are bigger than him. If he already felt an outcast of society, he couldn't imagine how it will be around those pokemon, when he wasn't even one of them. His new home wasn't so appealing all of a sudden…