Author note: Yep... it's me again! There was not 3 months of wait, this time. Hooray! (Do a party)

Ok... back to serious matters... temporarily. I want to say sorry to everyone for last chapter. I was eager to post it, and really put grammar correction as a second priority (I only spent 45 minutes revising my chapter). This time, I spent 3-4 hours revising it, making sure it was up to what it is supposed to be. Also, as I said in chapter 1, my first language is not English (It's French), and maybe I use words that are over my level of knowledge. As of now, I will try to use English more to my level. If, for some reason, some of you think that there is still too much grammar mistakes, or that the level of English is too low, I will ask someone to proofread my chapters and improve them. As to who, I have a few choices, but we shall see later, if this chapter, or the following aren't meeting expectations. However, in the meantime, I might need someone to help me revising my previous chapters, so they are grammar mistake free. Send me an e-mail if you want to help.

Now... this chapter came after 4 days of intense writing. Only 4. But this is special, because I felt sorry for you all, who had to wait during 3 months. As of now, I choose a 2 weeks updating schedule, which mean I have 14 days to write a chapter, which won't take me more than 60 minutes a day, and I can do more on weekend... it should be easy to maintain. And this time, this is a promise... one chapter every 2 weeks... if I don't, feel free to send me hate mail.

Finally... the review response section. There was too few this time, but... oh well... who care? I shall make those response longer, especially Tyler's one (I have a lot to say).

Kirby: Cliffhanger... hmm... maybe it wasn't that much of a cliffhanger. I guess I suck at making cliffhanger. (Look at future ideas) Maybe not... anyway... Sammy is evil? I was convinced the old guy was the nicest guy ever, loving, caring, and with white hair. I guess leaving Rick in a field would not be a good idea, but his field is more like a cage. Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out. I doubt he is in danger... well... I doubted it, but apparently, he is chased by something right now. I hope he is alright.
PS: This chapter is longer... which is good... or bad... or apple...
Sparktail: I wuv apples!
I know that…

Foxyjosh: And I can say I am honored to receive this review. It was better than the last one. Cheer! (Go back to partying) Ok... like I said, maybe the content was better, since there were more new actions that happened, but the grammar was poor apparently. I don't know if you will like this chapter, because not much happen... but... well... you never know... (evil wink)

Tyler T: Where to start...hum... what about going in order of the points mentioned?

1. Yes... this chapter was short... but it was intended. When I reached my minimum word count (4000), I saw that the actions was reaching a point where it would have been hard to cut, and the chapter would have been 6000-7000 words long, which is too much. So I had to make the chapter shorter. But fear no more! This chapter is 5135 words long, making it the second longest one. So yeah.

2. Rick... controlled by this instincts? Won the fight? I think we didn't read the same chapter. Here's a quote, from chapter 4: "He won the first mental battle... with incredible good luck." Luck is the key word here. He won, but only because he was forced to leave the pokeball. He was losing the fight... he had been saved by the clock, to put it simply. About for his apparent dehumanification, yes... he kind of lost it... but don't worry... there is lot of things to be told. Right now, the unknown is kind of making him hide behind his instincts, but as you will see later, it won't stay like this. Right now, you have to deal with that.

3. Grammar... I talked about this point already... there is nothing more to tell. Well... nothing other that you are on the list of people which could get the proofreading job. We shall see later.

4. 1. Ok... this is what I meant by using words I'm not comfortable with. In French, a "beam" of electricity is something valid to say. So there...I will try to be more careful from now on, but I'm not perfect. 2. "Us"... yes... I was vague on purpose there. "Us", at this point, is not meant to be obvious. The title is not Sparking Chaos for fun... it have a meaning. Things might get chaotic later... both in Rick mind and around him. Things like that, or as why some character did this or that, will be clearer later, as things are revealed. My reference is the real world, and the real world is much more complicated that the pokemon world shown in the anime or games. Things are not always as they seem.

3. Like my last point, I use real world as a reference. The pokeball functionality is to turn every atom of a body into energy, categorize what was linked with what, so the body can be reformed. If Rick was running, there would be lot of activity in the muscular cells, and some part of the body would be changed to adapt to the activity. If he is captured as this happen, the "snapshot" of the atomic structure is the one in his cells at the current moment. Imagine this: You want to reform the pokemon in a relaxed pose. Good. Now you need a standard template of atomic arrangement of a relaxed pose for every possible pokemon. One arrangement is a lot to store in memory, but more than 500 (More realistically, it would probably be thousands)? Impossible!

And let suppose this was possible. You have all the atoms making Rick's pikachu body, and you have to try to fit them in the standard template for a pikachu of his size. However, you have a lot of additional atoms, which entered the body as to help to accomplish the activity, and aren't needed. What are you going to do with those? 1. Try to fit them somewhere in the body: You might kill the pokemon. 2. Try to release them in the air: Really? Tons of atoms of different kind all in the same place... lot of strange molecules and chemical things could be created. 3. Keep them inside the ball: Maybe, but all those residual bit of energy will take place, and maybe, one day, after many use, there won't be enough place for a real pokemon, and it might not take one fully in the ball, thus killing it. Worse… was if there is not enough molecules to make the normal template? What if the pokemon is missing a leg? Not to say of all the possible changes that could happen to the brain. The pokemon could come out and not be the same in its head.

When I se a problem like this one, I say to myself that the easiest and simpler solution is always the best. As a software engineering student, I know what I am talking about. You don't mess around with technologies and things you don't know, you try to tame them, and then use their potential. The pokeball (and many others things in the story) are the same thing. I see them as software. I know what they can and cannot do, then work around the problem. Keep this in mind when seeing things that might go against the official pokemon material.

This was long... well... I just see that you like my "use of adjectives and sentence formation"... oops... I hope this chapter is not too simple... oh well... To conclude this, I know the power of the Pikachu side. Pachi and pikachu are still fighting for the number one spot, and Pika is gaining an edge, since I'm writing more often lately... and I think this story is mainly about pikachu(s), so... I wonder who in the end will have the number one spot.

Phew... now I'm done... I told you that I had a lot to say to Tyler T. Let's start the actual chapter now:

Chapter 6: Unlikely Friendship

Rick just couldn't believe it! All the time it took him to finally decide to get some courage and to explore this unknown environment, all the nerve it took him to enter into this hole of grass… all of this was going to waste! He should just have turned back when he heard the sound under his feet as he entered the small cache! He should have! How did hunger become so important to him, to make him miss a trap so obvious?

Now that his brain switched to panic mode, he had to admit that eating a few seeds was something pretty stupid, especially in a situation like this one. He should have taken some in his mouth and returned to where he was before, to a safe spot where nothing had bothered him during the whole time he was there. It was the obvious thing to do! Why didn't he… bah… only one more bad decision on the top of a dozen ones, all that bad. Obviously, this one was here to end them all.

His instincts couldn't agree more with him. To them, it was already too late: there was no escape route, his legs were bruised from the fall and the predator had already caught him. Only one solution remained, and it was more of a last resort tactic than anything else. He spread electricity all around his body, hoping that it would deter the creature from biting into him. Now, the trickiest part of it was to wait until the predator tried to bite, and, hopefully, his neck won't be the target. If it was to be…

Predictable enough, the wait didn't last long, but what happened wasn't so obvious to guess. Confused, the larger creature lowered herself, looking down at the funny little rodent whimpering in terror in front of her, a frown on her face. This was a rather unusual situation. For a moment, the creature pondered about the reasons that could explain why the mouse fled away from her. To her knowledge, she had done nothing that would usually scare a pokemon smaller than her, and she hadn't heard any scary sound either. This behavior from the small rodent was strange, sure, but, fortunately, she knew a way around that. After she dropped, near Rick's muzzle, the small object she was holding in her jaws, she placed her head near the rodent's side and tried to lick its back, knowing that it would make it relax. To her surprise, as soon she made contact with yellow fur, a stinging sensation appeared on her tongue, making her back away and growl, more in surprise than in pain.

From his position, Rick couldn't help but smile inwardly. The plan was working! The predator tried to attack him, and it got hurt! Well… the predator tried some kind of attack. He had no idea what it was supposed to be, but, who cares? He prevented it, and it seemed that the predator was backing off! Expecting it to leave soon, he focused his mind on two things that caught his attention during the whole ordeal. First, he clearly heard someone scream "Hey!" in an annoyed, high-pitched voice. Was someone around, watching him being chased and preyed on? Since the voice probably belonged to a female, it couldn't be Oak or Bill. But then… who was it? Why wasn't that human scaring the pokemon with its loud human voice and helping him?

Worried, he opened his eyes to look around, but nothing could be seen through the grass. Though, even without the grass standing like a green wall, it would have been hard for him to see anything, for something was blocking half his view, something that left him perplexed. Right in front of his muzzle, laid a round and manmade object, looking pretty much like… a ball? From the look of it, it was the same one he was holding in his paws when he left the cage. How did that end up here? It couldn't be the same one, could it? Such anomaly brought to his mind the other strange thing he noticed during the attack: he heard and felt something falls and bounces near him. It could have been his ball moving around, but something would have had to make it move, and it was very unlikely that the predator had done that. Predators don't play, they hurt and kill! It couldn't have… unless…

"Is there another pokemon around? I'm being attacked by a monster! Help me! Help me!" Rick screamed as loud his voice allowed him, not caring for subtlety. Something else was around, and it would save him! "Help!!!"

The call for help made the large female pokemon stop moving, just as she was about to lick the mouse again, determined to make it feel better. This pokemon needed help! Help with... a monster? Not good! She looked around nervously, over the grass and beyond the wall-you-can-see-through, but she didn't see any monster, or anything for that matter. It relieved her somewhat, but she wasn't out of trouble with the mouse yet. This little pokemon that gives pain was definitely the strangest thing she ever saw. Its voice told her something, though: it was a male. "Help?" she asked softly, but confidently. "No monster here!" she stated, getting closer to him, but staying far enough so she couldn't touch him. She was not getting hurt again.

Noticing that the scent of the monster was getting stronger once again, Rick closed his eyes and listened closely to the loud female voice nearby. This voice just…didn't make any sense! How could this person not see the monster? This was not something you see everyday! Or smell and hear, in his case. He could easily imagine the pointy teeth wanting to rip him to pieces, the claws waiting to cut through his flesh… and a lot of others things that could hurt him. Whoever she was, this human was either dumb or evil, probably both. Letting a poor pokemon die was pure evilness. He felt like puking at the thought. "That's it! Whoever you are, human, you are stupid! Just… help me and stop saying nonsense!" he screamed angrily, which made the pokemon back away again.

This time, it was her turn to be confused. There was nothing wrong with thinking that there is a monster around, there is always monsters around. But a human? Talking? Here? This was beyond any logic that the pokemon could understand. Humans make sounds that are so different from their own… she couldn't imagine one moment how it was possible for this mouse to think he was hearing a human talking. This was simply impossible. And the way he talked about humans… it sounded like he was angry at them. This, again, didn't compute. Like there was no reason to think a human was here, talking, there was no reason to be angry at them. Hearing this pokemon talking about them so negatively made her a bit sad and frustrated. The rodent was so confusing and irritating. Anything she said to be nice, it made him meaner. She would never get to play with him… was there a way to make him happy? There was none, it seemed. "No human here… only me! And you are not nice, mouse!" she said, her voice a bit shaky. Unfortunately, her words never reached the mouse. As she talked, the air around her became warmer, almost hot, reflecting her frustration. And this, Rick hasn't missed it.

The change in temperature was small, but so sudden that it felt like the pikachu's brain was being overrun by warnings. There was no mistake here: the pokemon was getting ready to attack again, and with fire! Time was too short for him to run, and he didn't feel like he had the energy and the will to run again anyway. Time wasn't so short that he had no option left, though. A quick movement could probably give him more time. The only movement coming to his mind at the moment was dodging, by rolling to the side. Throwing himself on his left, quickly pushing his body off the ground with the three paws that weren't stuck in the grass, he turned on his back, facing the sky. That was where he saw it.

One time and a half his height, the creature was quite large, from his perspective. Standing on four paws, the monster's shapes had a fox-like feeling to them. The color of its fur was similar to the ball's one, only lighter, though it was darker close to its paws. The most prominent feature of the creature was its tails. There were many of them, so many, in fact, that he didn't bother to count them. He knew this pokemon… it was among his favorite ones, one of the few pokemon he could remember seeing for real, when he was much bigger: a vulpix. Normally, he would have trusted a vulpix… they are loyal and generally quite tame. But if you were to suddenly find yourself on its menu with no way to tell if it is trained or wild, it's likely that you would think a bit differently. Any good memory he had of them, he had to ignore. The only thing that mattered now was to get out of its grasp. Even if the fox was smiling at… wait… it was smiling?

Taking a second glance at it, he saw a small, hesitant smile on the fox's face. Why was it smiling? He might not has been a psychology expert, but you don't usually smile when you are about to kill, unless you are evil. And as much he knew, pokemon aren't evil. Maybe they are a bit too much dependent on their instincts, but it's not being evil. Evilness was something left to some humans, not the innocent pokemon. Nonetheless, something was just plain weird about this smile. Since the smile calmed him and made him feel more comfortable, he would have asked it the reason of this strange choice of facial expression, if only pokemon could talk. About talking… there was still no trace of a human around. Where did that voice come from?

Seeing that the rodent was finally looking at her, the vixen sat and smiled at him, the heat around her vanishing. He was giving her a strange stare, but she didn't bother with it, since he was not showing any intend to attack. This change in behavior could even mean he was ready to play now! "Hey! You ok now? No human and monster here!"

Rick gasped. He could ignore the voice and the happy tone of it, but he couldn't ignore those lips! They moved at the same time that the voice was heard! It wasn't possible! Pokemon don't… they don't talk! Not like this! They talk with sounds, and the tone of those sounds conveys their meaning. There isn't any word involved, at least, not according to what a word is. A pokemon talking using words is like a forest without an apple tree. It simply doesn't exist! And yet… he just heard this one here talk. And it (or she, it seemed), talked with a voice so soft, without any sign of anger or desire to hurt. Nonsense! It's a predator! Predators are not nice!

Both his human and pikachu side were silenced at the same time, having nothing to explain this. Ironically, each half had the answer to the other's question, but confusion was too intense right now for the ideas to mix. A non-predatory talking vulpix! Now he had seen it all!

Confused, the pikachu looked down, unsure of his next action. The vulpix was still near, and still a danger, but this one didn't seem to have any mean intentions. Usually, it would have been the moment to flee, taking the opportunity the predator gave by letting its guard down, to get to safety. This time, though, his growing curiosity about the strange pokemon compelled him to stay. It was not every day that you have the chance to talk with a pokemon. If this wasn't only part of some dream, he would be doing something unique that have filled his imagination for so long. He had so many questions to ask, but so few that came to his mind. Stuck, he looked more confidently at the fox than ever before, looking for answers that would at least repress his instinctive worries. "No monster? But you are... a fox! That's... scary... what..." he struggled to say, searching for the right question. "You... err... why aren't you attacking me?"

The vixen let the question sink in, almost looking down sadly at the assumptions he told her. She was scary? That's not how the humans taught her to be. She met a lot of pokemon before, but few said she was scary. She had met scary pokemon, like those in the great green, but she was not one of them. And... attacking him? This was not something to do. The humans said it was bad. It was bad. Why would she attack him? He had attacked her, but not hard enough to deserve to be attacked back, though she didn't forget about how mean it was. She didn't want to attack him either, to begin with. Attacking is something the bad pokemon do, the bad ones that can't wait for the humans to give food. She was no bad either. She was good, and she had to show the pokemon she was. Like the humans taught her to be. "Attacking you? No... bad thing to do. I'm good. The humans say. Me... not scary... me friend! You not... you mean and hurt." she said, her smile returning at first, but quickly fading away toward the end. She didn't understand why he wanted to hurt her, though fear could be a reason to. She hurt a human once because she was scared, but it brought... pain. Pain and sadness.

"Hurt..." Rick muttered to himself, his voice equally sad. He didn't really mean to hurt her... he was only protecting himself. She was the one to attack him first after all... attacking... well... it was more like him thinking that she was about to attack him and reacting instinctively, but the end result has been the same. He had hurt her, and for no logical reason, other than stupid animal logic. He was getting tired of this. Once again, now that the initial problematic action was way past him, he regretted it, but he didn't want to blame himself this time. Bad decisions seemed frequent in the body of a pikachu, and he would have wasted his time trying to explain himself, time he could always use later, when things will become calmer. What was done was done, and he should be working on making friend with this vixen. If he was to be stuck in the cage with her for some time, diplomacy was a must for survival. It was not because she was nice now that she would still be later, if he got her mad.

Hoping to show that he felt safer around her now, Rick took all the time needed to roll on his belly again, to get back on four paws and to turn around to face her. His position was more relax now, and his face displayed a smile. However, he wasn't sitting like the vixen did. Instead, he had a leg placed in such a way that he could run again if he needed it. Now comfortably set, he spoke louder, his voice conveying his guilt. "I didn't want to hurt you... it was a... mistake. It won't happen again. I can be your friend, if you don't try to hurt me. My name is... err...Ri...R..."

His name... another matter of confusion. Could she understand the word 'Rick'? Probably not... he just had trouble saying it himself. It hadn't sound like a real word to his mind. Not something he could associate a sound to. There was another name, though, that floated around, one that seemed to fit perfectly. It might not sound human at all, but it wouldn't hurt to use it, would it? "...I am Sparktail. This is my name. The humans gave me that name. The humans are nice things."

For once, he actually felt like he was lying. And, surprisingly enough, it wasn't the because of the name. The name was fine... but... the humans hadn't given him that name, had they? He couldn't remember exactly. There was something behind the name, a strong feeling of belonging to something else. And this something else was not humanity. Not even human related. It just felt… right... like being back at home after being away for a long time. Now, if only he could remember what his home was supposed to be...

Unaware of the rat's musing, the vulpix smiled at his answer, looking at him expectantly, feeling so happy. He wanted to be her friend! He would not hurt her too! This was good! Being alone here was not fun. Sure, the human had been giving her food, and sometime, other humans had come and had been nice, but it hadn't been like having a friend to play with. She had one before, but she had to leave, like others before. Being alone made her sad, but it wasn't the case at the moment. This... Sparktail... mouse will keep her company. They will run around, and eat human food, and sleep together. And maybe have fun fights like the human made her do. Those hurt, but they are fun. And she will never be alone again!

Approaching the rodent, she nuzzled her muzzle against his side, in her own foxy way to show affection. She then licked his side, taking her time with it. Sparktail frowned at the touch, but he calmed himself quickly, as it felt like petting. His fur smelt and tasted good... like it did for all the small things she played with before. "Mmm... you are a good friend." she said, giving him a last lick, before standing over him like she did before. "Sparktail is a nice name. That's because it comes from humans and humans are nice. Humans gave me a name too. My name is Sunny! Like the ball of light in the great blue! I like the ball of light. The ball of light is like me... it makes light. Light makes everything better. It keeps the scary darkness away... the darkness is not fun... It brings scary noises, and things and..."

She went on for what seemed forever, each sentence following the next one with some basic logic, but nothing worth of writing a novel. Despite that, Rick listened to every word of every sentence that came out of her muzzle. It was the most interesting thing he heard lately. Compared to this, Bill's lecture on how his machine work was like a rotten apple, an empty shell. If Sunny had wanted to impress him, it would be mission accomplished. No matter how simple her tale was, it made sense. It was a unique view on how a pokemon sees the world around it. Simplistic concepts like monsters, round food, home of light and the place of green entered into his mind quite easily, without needing further explanations. He knew about all those things. It felt like Pokemon Life Crash Course 101, but with a movie about it playing in his mind, emotions coming with the combo. He was feeling her fears, her joys, her sad moments…

Far from being any kind of attraction (she might be nice, but she was still a pokemon and a predator), this blind admiration was there because he was being reminded of all the things a pokemon might experience everyday. Frankly, this was the only thing that mattered to his mind. Getting food, protecting yourself, survival, playing, sleeping... all those things held more interest than reading, or working on things, or earning green paper, all combined. If she had a better way to do any of those things, it was worth listening to.

Even that, eventually, bored him. He was full, food had been digested, and now it was time for something that would bring him more. Rick looked around for anything that would interest him. Noticing that Sparktail wasn't listening to her anymore, Sunny stopped talking and followed his movements. Soon, a new idea came to her mind (it was only something that she forgot and remembered, but it seemed new to her) "Oh... do you want to play, Sparktail?" she asked, running past him, nearly pushing him aside, and reached for the ball, taking it into her jaws. "I vound goy! Pyay wit it! It heems hun!" She said with difficulty, biting into the ball as she did, pleased with the squeaky sound it made.

'Sparktail' was not one for playing, not with something so childish. His instincts seemed to want him to do that, but he had to refuse. "I don't think playing is something I want to do... I think I... err... I..." He was about to tell her why, but she already got the message. She dropped the ball onto the ground, her smile gone. It was an instant mood switch. "No good... play... no..." she muttered sadly, adding guilt to the whole thing. As far decisions went, helping other not to be sad held a bigger priority than his own needs... one thing the pikachu body didn't change too much. It was already hard to say no, but this...

He sighed… he would regret this... "No... don't be sad... I... I will play with you... you could... err... throw the ball in the high green and I would try to find it. And then, I would try to hide it and you would find it. It would be like... finding a treasure!" He said, acting as much convincing as he could fake it.

The trick was working. Sunny nodded and smiled, letting out a happy yip. She seemed to enjoy the idea. She took the ball again in her jaws, turned her head as much she could to the left, then swung the ball to the right. It flew slowly over the grass, hit the roof and fell into grasses far away. Rick followed the movement, almost sighing. It could have been thrown closer, from his point of view. He had no idea about where it landed. "That's... hard to start with..." he said in a complaining tone. At least, it would be a good practice.

He looked at the situation logically. What would he do first if he needed to find something? He would... go where he last saw it. He had a good idea about the direction it took, so it was a good starting point. After glancing backward once, to see if Sunny was moving (she was standing still and smiling at him, so no risk of being hit in the back there), he entered the long grass area, walking in at a slow and cautious pace, tail raised, attentive to any abnormal sign that would show him about how close he was from the ball. He was confident, at first, that he would find it quickly, but looking around became boring fast, and, like with listening to the story before, he wanted so much to do something else. After some time, it became so boring that it made running in a circle look appealing. Speaking of circle, he had turned around so much that he had no idea how to find Sunny. Maybe she could hear him, if he screamed loudly, which he did "Hey! I can't see the ball and I'm lost!"

It wasn't long before an answer came back to him, and it looked like he said something illogical. "See? No... can't see the toy! Must smell the toy! Smell! It's easy!" Smell the ball? He had no idea how that ball smelled like. Was he supposed to guess the smell? This vixen must have been crazy, but who was he to argue with a real pokemon? Tilting his head forward, he took a deep inspiration with his nose, taking in all the scents around him. They described the grass, the ground, the fence, the vixen, his fur and even the fox saliva on...

The saliva! The smell was bad, so much that he felt like running away from himself. However, this wasn't the only spot where the smell was present. Nearby, there was another strong source of it. It couldn't be the vulpix... her smell was farther. The nearby source of this scent could be anything the vixen touched with her mouth. It could be the ball... or food... or something else... it was a good hint. Even as inexperienced as he was with the whole tracking scents business, this one was easy to track down. His whole body wanted to get away from it, so, all he had to do was fighting his body. He felt his paws tense, going against this decision, but he ignored it. Following his instincts (or rather going against them), he found the open spot in the grass where the ball landed, where it was laying, waiting for him. He smiled. This hasn't been too hard, once he knew how to do it... but he still had one problem to solve. "Hum... I found the toy... but I'm still lost. Do you see me? Can you tell me where I have to go to find you?"

Again, the answer was a confused one, with a slight tone of annoyance to it. "Yay... you found it but... you can't find me? I don't see you, but you don't need that! The humans taught me something. It's so easy... you are a strange mouse... You hear me?" What kind of question was that? How course he heard her! He was not deaf! This wasn't help him at all. "Yes... I hear you..." he said, a bit disinterested. There was a short moment of silence, quickly filled with the calm and almost this-is-sooo-obvious voice of the vulpix. "You know where I am, if you hear me! I know where you are, because I hear you talking!"

Rick took the ball in his paws, returning to his two-pawed stance. This was an easier position to think. Sunny was trying to tell him something, but what? She told him that she didn't see him, but, yet, she knew where he was. Was it his smell? He smelled her; he knew that she was around, but not with enough precision to find her. No, she said it had something to do with her voice... This was confusing. Sound tells you how close something is, but not where it is exactly. He needed his eyes for that. He--

"Sparktail? Sparktail? Why are you not coming? I'm here! I want to play with the toy too!" Ahhh! Her voice was disturbing his thinking! Couldn't she scream somewhere else, so it was less noisy...

Suddenly, it felt like a door to some knowledge was unlocked in his mind. Oh! How could he have been so dumb? Hearing a sound means you can know where it came from, because it was spread in a circle from a source! It loses strength with distance and has a direction, pointing to the source. It was a simple law of waves! How could he have forgotten about that! This is something he should know about! Was... was he losing it? Where was his knowledge about things? Where did it go? Such thing doesn't disappear without any reason. Could... no... how didn't he saw it earlier! He was losing it! And there he was, playing with a ball! It wasn't time for games! He had to save himself! But... Sunny wanted the ball… Ok… he would give it to her, and then try to find his knowledge. This was a good plan!

Holding on the ball, he quickly walked through the grass on two paws (not the easiest thing to do), going toward the voice, which was still calling for him. When he reached her, he threw the ball at her feet, but she wasn't about to stop. "Yay! Now you can hide the ball for me to play! It will be--" she said happily, but he cut him off. "No! No more game! Finished! Over! Done! That's it! I'm done with this! Things are not right! My head... it... lack things! I need to get out of here! It's a bad place! Where is the exit! Tell me! I want to get out! Now!"

Sunny lowered her head sadly. He wanted to leave already? This wasn't a bad place... she had fun here... maybe it was because he wasn't good at the game? This could be solved. "But... I don't care if you are not good. I can teach you! You will be good like me! And you will have more fun! Lot of fun! And..."

More game? Was she crazy? He glanced at her madly, narrowing his eyes. Was playing the only thing she had on her mind? Didn't she have anything better to do? And how come she didn't hunt anything? And what was she doing in here? The questions were many, but only a few mattered right now. "Hey!" he shouted angrily, keeping his glare on her. "I don't want to play anymore! It's nothing against you, I just don't feel like it. Now... why are you here, and how do we get out?"

The vixen didn't break the glare. Maybe if she answered his questions, maybe he would be less mean and that he would want to play again. She did it calmly, and her voice charged with sadness "My human was hurt, and I couldn't play with it and battle with the other pokemon. Another human came and took me here. There were more friends here before, but new humans came and took them away. No more Shifty and no more Flafy! One day, a human will come for me too, and will show me how to get out."

Rick face fell... there was something very wrong in her story... something… scary. He couldn't put a paw on it, but he had a very bad feeling about this. "What... I don't think I understood what you said... huh... what happened with the friends who left? What did the humans do with them?"

Her answer came fast, along with a smile, but he would have preferred to hear something else. Anything else, really. "Oh... something fun! The humans put them in the home of light, and they returned to playing with humans and fighting other pokemon, like we will do soon!"