(A/N: Hello my squeaky shep! Sorry I took so long, but finally I am back! YAY! Don't worry, I'll try to update more regularly now.)

(Also, a new main character (and a few minor characters) will be introduced in this chapter, YAY! Their name will be Raccoon. So, be on the lookout for that!)

Stella's POV

Ughhhh.. where am I?

That was the first thought that entered my head as my eyes fluttered open. My vision was fuzzy, and I could barely see anything. The grass below me was lush and tall, and thick clouds of mist filled the area.

Glancing around, I saw the bloodied bodies of three pokemon; a poppilo, litten and alolan vulpix. Cuts and bruises were covering them.. it looked like they had taken quite a fall. Their most defining feature, however, were the scarves wrapped tightly around their necks; the poppilo had an icy blue one, the litten had a crimson one, and the vulpix had a bright blue one. I tried to move towards them, but I slumped towards the ground. I attempted to lift my hand.

That was when I saw it; instead of a human hand, my arm had been replaced with a small, beige wing with an evergreen undertone. It was bent jaggedly, and it hurt me to just move it. I could barely speak, and even when I let out the most hoarse whimper, it hurt like a glass shard had been stabbed into my throat.

Weakly, I said something. "P-plea... p-p-please... h-hel.. h-hel.. h-h-hel-"

I fainted yet again, warm blood flowing from my mouth as my body went numb. The last thing I heard was a faint scream, and the soft crunches of twigs.

(Timeskip; Raccoon's POV)

I sat patiently on the patchwork fabric couch, waiting patiently for the result.

A chansey clad in a nurse cap walked out. "Their all healed up!" the egg pokemon chirped, and two more chansey came out with a stretcher. Laid on it were the four pokemon I discovered in the woods; the bloodied, battered four which I had thought were goners. They were occasionally twitching, and I could hear them breathing.

I gasped. They were ALIVE! I thought they would have died! Swiftly, my heart skipped a beat as I felt so much joy it was like I had won the lottery.

The litten was the first to wake up, his eyes opened up slowly. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were swollen. As he stared me right in the eye, he muttered one word.

"Who the cuss are you?!"

I gasped. "Manners, child!" I yelped, lifting my paw to use fury swipes on him, though I quickly took it away since he was very injured already.

"I'm not a CHILD!" he screeched. "I am a young adult who has been alive for much longer then YOU!" I huffed. "Really? You're only like.. eight or something." "LIES!" he hissed, trying to hop up onto his feet, but quickly collapsed back on the stretcher. One of the three chansey handling him pat him on the back. "Please, stay calm..."

The litten turned to them, screeching. "WHY SHOULD I STAY CALM?! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH RANDOM EGG PEOPLE AND A RIDICULOUSLY TALL OTTER!" He swiped his claws at one of them, a move called scratch. Instantly, she got a bloody eye and ran off crying, shrieking "I'm telling the boss about this!"

"NOW PUT ME DOWN, EGG PEOPLE, OR I'LL DO THAT TO THE REST OF YOU!" the litten yelped again. One put down the stretcher and run, while the other stayed there, sighed, and walked off with the stretcher, the litten still hissing angrily.

I sighed. "Kids are so unthankful these days..." I muttered, sipping my glass of oran berry tea.