Pokemon Split Worlds

by OPFan37

Hello? Can you understand me? Thank goodness. My name's Elin, a group of us pokemon gamers were going to this camp, when we were suddenly transported to the pokemon world! And now some of us are turning into pokemon to save the world or something! If anybody can here this, HELP ME!...Huh? Sorry, but OC's no longer being accepted? What does that mean? And what's a TF fic?

5. Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Do things in Two's

"An Aron and an Axew."

My eyes opened a bit at Grace's choice. There was MORE Pokemon here? I looked around everywhere but I saw nothing.

Then I heard laughing.

Immediately I turned at the direction of the noise, assuming it was the Aron and Axew Grace had mentioned, but when I saw them my hopes were dashed.

In the distance, I saw two campers walking a bit closer to us.

As soon as I saw them hundreds questions rushed through my mind."Who are they? Why isn't Mew's psychic abilities keeping them away? Does this mean that they don't have any ill intentions? Also, WHERE THE HELL IS THAT ARON AND AXEW!?

In an attempt to answer some of these questions, I turned to Grace. "Do you mean those campers over there?"

She shook her head. "I said," she stated in what I assumed to be minor frustration, "I see an Aron and an Axew."

As the two campers, a boy and a girl, got closer, I could start to hear what they were saying: "Well, I keep trying to tell you, you focus too much on finishing a match as soon as possible! Was that... an American accent?

"And I keep trying to tell YOU that I'd rather struggle than use Pokemon I don't like." This voice was a bit higher pitched. The girl, I assume... It sounded like she had an American accent too.

"I know, but I was able to form a diverse team of Pokemon that are among my favorites. I have no problem with setting up a team with Pokemon you like, but seriously... Malamar?"

"Oh, shut up, the only reason you hate Malamar is that it didn't meet your expectations."

"There's more to it than that. Let's see what it's got going for it: a whopping total of ZERO resistances! One of his weaknesses is a quadruple weakness in bug! Slow, but not slow enough to be on Trick Room Teams! Defenses that are utter garbage! A large special movepool that is completely useless for it due to its low Special Attack! Honestly, the only good thing about it is that it can effectively use Contrary with Superpower."

By the sound of it, the guy is insulting the girl's team. Well, by the looks of it, we have another dick in our midst!

The two were now close enough for me to see them clearly. The boy looked tall, about 15, maybe, and he seemed to be dressed in a thin black jacket along with a green T-shirt that said, "Don't you think if I were wrong I'd know it?"... A quote from a sitcom, I think. The Big Bang Theory, maybe? Harrison watches that...or should that be did watch that? He also wore jeans and had short brunnete hair that stuck up in multiple directions. By the look of it he also had sharp, hazel eyes that seemed to show a bit of intelligence. He also seemed slightly buff and was eating something in his hand. You could have considered him a paragon in looks if it wasn't for his head, which looked slightly larger than average, but not too large to be difficult to look at.

As for the girl, she seemed to look about 13, but I can't trust my eyes to tell me age (I learned THAT after 'meeting' Vi). She had short brown hair with blonde highlights. She had green eyes, a small mouth, and feet that were the size of the feet on the boy next to her. She wore a tight blue sweatshirt and a gray winter hat (I don't know why they had such warm clothes on. Maybe because it was early in the morning?) along with jean shorts. I also noticed that there was twinkling near there necks and saw that they wore necklaces... Very similar necklaces. Did they know each other outside of camp? If they did, the guy might just be giving the girl hassle.

"Matt, for a guy who's already in college at age 13, you can be a real ass sometimes." My eyes widened. This guy is 13? Wow, someone who actually looks older than he is for a change- wait, I'm getting shocked over the wrong thing. This guy is in COLLEGE!? But how? Are people in college allowed in the tournament?

"Wait, that can be considered dick?"

*smack*

"OW! Okay, sorry, I didn't know, Lyds."

Wait, how did he not realize that- oh, I get it, he must be one of those people that are really book smart but lack some forms of common sense. I covered my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

"Anyway, the rest of your team is fine, but they are all sweepers."

"Hey, don't be a hypocryte! You should shut up since you pulled off two sweeps in the tournament!" Two out of his three matches were sweeps? Impressive.

"Yes, but they were done with the only two sweepers that I have, Volcarona and Aggron. As for you, you can keep Haxorus since I know he's your favorite, but Lucario, Gardevoir, Malamar, Krookodile and Tyrantrum have got to go and be replaced by something that would be a bit more-"

I zoned out after that.

Aggron and Haxorus.

Aron and Axew.

My mind started putting everything together at once. Grace said that she saw an Aron and an Axew. The guy, 'Matt,' uses an Aggron. The girl, 'Lyds,' uses a Haxorus.

These two must be, as Mew calls it, 'compatable.' Matt will turn into an Aron and Lyds will turn into an Axew. And somehow, Grace can tell what they will become.

I was brought out of this daze by a hand-er, paw, on my shoulder. Grace. "Do you see it now?"

At a loss of words, I simply nod.

She smiled. "So you understand what I mean when I say that I see an Aron and an Axew."

I turn to the Glaceon and regained my ability to speak. "Yes, but how are you able to tell what they're going to beco-"

I was cut off by a scream.

Not a scream of fright, but of disbelief. I turned and saw that the Matt and Lyds were a few feet from us, looking straight at us, with among the funniest faces I probably have ever seen.

For some reason, the first thing my eyes focused on was the necklaces. Now that they were up close, I saw that the necklaces were exactly the same, silver and embroidered with six names: Matthew (Matt, obviously), William, Gannon, Spencer, Lydia (Lyds, I assumed) and Taylor. The only difference was what was hanging from them. Matt had the Greek letter Omega (science lessons finally paid off by helping me recognizing it as the symbol for resistance in electric current, Ohms) in bronze dangling from it, while Lydia (I doubt she likes being called Lyds by people she doesn't know) had something blue and bulged hanging from it... A dragon's scale? Ohhhhh, the irony...

Suprisingly, Matthew straightened himself up and spoke calmly... Well, calmer than Sarah, Vi, and that other girl, that's for sure. "Please tell me I'm not going crazy and there is, in fact, a Glaceon, an Oshawott, and a Mew in front of us."

"Oh, good you can see them too," was all that came out of Lydia.

"Should we try to be friendly in fear of scaring them off?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked up slowly to me (why does it have to be me?) and lends out a hand. "Hi there little guy, I'm Matthew. This here is my best friend Lyds- er, I mean Lydia." Looking at the glare Lydia just gave him, I believe my guess was right about her not liked being called Lyds by someone other than her friend.

Regardless, I lend out my hand-er, paw...er...stub?...Arm.

As soon as I came into contact with his hand, I shot it back. His hand... It felt metallic, hard. If I didn't know he was supposed to transform into an Aron, I would have been even more scared.

"What's wrong?" he said in confusion.

"Well it's nothing personal..." Not knowing what to say, I turn to Grace and Mew. "So the effects of the transformation are already beginning? I mean, it took a whole night for me, but a short amount of time for Liz and Harrison, what's that all about?"

"It was when I released the energy, it speeds the process along quite a bit." Mew explained.

"Umm, what transformation?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, I don't get it either-" Lydia only got that far berore they both realized what they just shrugged off.

In unison, they screamed out, "HOW CAN WE UNDERSTAND YOU!?"

"Uhhh..." I just opened and closed my mouth like a Goldeen, see what I did there?

"Okay, what's going on?" Lyds said, starting to pace. "First an Oshawott shows up in the girl's barracks, apparently attempting to peep on them," she continues with emphasis on the 'apparently' thank goodness, "Then a boy who had white skin earlier goes missing, and now there's Pokemon, actually REAL Pokemon, one of them most likely being the pervertic Oshawott, in front of us saying we're supposed to transform, and oh yeah, that's right, we can freaking UNDERSTAND them."

"Yeah, it makes no sen-" Matt's jaw dropped in mid-sentence. I saw him look to me. I had trouble figuring out what he was so shocked about, until I saw him mouth the words "white skin."

So, he connected the dots.

"THAT'S HIM! THAT'S ELIN, THE GUY WHO WENT MISSING! LYDS, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!? THIS MEANS THAT WE'LL TURN INTO POKEMON JUST LIKE HIM!" I saw his face change from pure shock to childish excitement. "THIS IS AWESOME! I wonder what I'll turn into. I wonder what YOU'LL turn into! I-hey, Lyds, you alright? You look like you ate a bit too much uranium."

"Why don't you start acting like a college- wait, say what?" Lydia looked at herself and noticed something that I somehow didn't take in at first glance: her skin was green... DEEP green. Her eyes widened, and widened even more after looking at her friend. "Well you look no better... You're white and shiny!" The boy looked at his skin and it was, in fact, white and shiny, looking metallic, while the girl starts panicking. "Oh Arceus... What's happening to us?"

"Err, Lyds? Did you just say 'Oh Arceus?'"

She just realised what she said. "F***! No! I didn't mean that! My minds getting messed up as well!"

"Relax, Lyds, you need to snap. Out. Of. It," Matt said, playfully slapping his friend using only his fingers.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"What? How could that possibly hurt?" In an attempt to prove this, he slapped his chest. As soon as he did so though, the hand bounced back, making both hand and chest vibrate with a sound of metal hitting metal. "What the-" He lifted his shirt up to see armor with circular holes in it protruding from his chest. "I recognize this... Aron!"

As if on cue, his statement changed to: "Ar Aronron Ar... Aron!" Matt covered his mouth from shock. A second later, though, he started doing what I did:

"What the hell?" "On Aron?"

"Thou art a fool." "On Ar Aron."

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." "Aron. Aro Ar Onaron Araron. On Ar Ar Aron. Aron On On." I groaned from the constant referencing.

"You do realize that quoting stuff makes readers DISLIKE you, right?" Mew suddenly spoke up.

Me and the boy obviously didn't understand her. "What? Readers?"

"They know what I'm talking about." She said, waving a stubby arm dismissively. Readers? I don't even...never mind, I'm not even going to get into it.

Regardless of my interjection, Matthew still stated phrases that I could only assume were not formed up by him first, trying to speak normally. "So, which one do you think will be done first?" Mew said, startling me, since the events unfolding in front of me made it so I somehow forgot about her, which was odd, thinking that a forgot about a giant floating pink...pokemon.

"Are we really starting to bet on people's pain?" I asked with half-lidded eyes.

"I said nothing about betting. What, would you rather play 'I Spy?'"

"No, no, this'll do..." I said frantically. "I think Matt's further ahead."

"Fine, I'll go with the underdog Lyds then."

"DON'T CALL ME LYDS! ONLY MATT CAN DO THAT!"

"Uh, Lyds, you're shrinking." Matt said in Aronese.

"I KNOW!" "EWEW!"

Lydia covered her mouth. "What the f***..." "Ax Axew..." She shot up in suprise, now understanding what she was turning into. She then turned to us, still shrinking, and asked a question in her new language: "Is this going to hurt?"

"...Slightly." I lied.

Again, as if on cue (I swear, everything in my life goes off on cue now), Matt started screaming. I saw a large amount of his body parts rearrange at the same time. I saw his arms go sickeningly straight, his elbows and fingers retracting inside of him. I know it hurts, but he really is screaming a lot. Is he overexageraring the pain or- oh, yeah, Aron's body is made up of rocks and metal, so I guess that would be a bit more painful... Okay, a lot, most likely. Come to think of it, considering how much pain Matt is going through, I'm suprised he hasn't cried, or even whined. I swear, I'm having trouble telling the maturity of this guy.

As for Lyds- er, Lydia, I best get into the habit of calling her that... She was taking it just as well, if not better. Her face has stretched out, making tusks come out of her mouth, and her limbs were shrinking. Her tail had already grown out and her head spike was starting to form, still with very little noise other than the occasional "Ow."

Matt was starting to shrink now, finally, his new body almost formed. His limbs turned to stubs and his entire face became covered in a mask, excluding his eyes. The armor on his chest went up to his back, revealing a dark underbelly, and after, a spike shot out of his back and he shrunk down until he was just barely shorter than me, and he suddenly stopped screaming. He tried to look at his new self but then a mark appeared on his forehead, which, after closer inspection from me, was his bronze omega symbol.

"Oh, that was insufferable." the Aron said finally, out of breath from the pain and the screaming. His voice sounded different, a bit higher pitched and more metallic. "So I guess the Oshawott- Elin, right?- wins your sick 'game.' Hmm... A life as an Aron... I wonder how it will be like-" Then his eyes widen, remembering his friend. "Lyds! You okay?"

Looking back at the American girl, it seemed she was done transforming himself, though would her- yep, her own blue dragon scale mark appeared on her forehead. Now she started panicking again- and hyperventalating. "Okay, Lyds, just calm down." I heard Matt say to her. "Deep breaths. If you need something to lean on, lean on my head." Obviously not in the mood to ignore advice, the Axew did as she was told. After she did, the Aron looked at the two of them, and said in a bit of an angry tone, "Hey, how come you're taller than me now!?" The joke noticably cheered Lydia up, making the both of them laugh.

All three of us walked (well, one of us floated) over to them and the two looked at us. "So...anybody care to explain?" Lydia asked in a slightly angry tone.

We all looked at each other. "It's complicated." All three of us said.

"Try us." The duo replied.

SplitWorlds

Chris and Janine steadily walked through the forest, Janine clutching Chris' back closely as the teen walked on.

"...Chris?" Janine spoke up.

Chris looked back at her. "What's wrong, Janine?"

"...I'm just...scared..." She admitted.

"You mean about this whole disappearing business?"

"Y-Yeah..."

Chris turned to her. "Janine, don't worry, I promise I won't let anything hurt you, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay..."

There was a reason that Chris and Janine were so close. It started very early in school, Janine was the type of girl who had no friends, just stayed away from everyone, and obviously got picked on. It was one day when she was in the playground that a small 'gang' came up to her and she didn't have nowhere to go. When they started calling her names a young Chris was walking by, so he did what any normal 8-year old would do, scream at them and push a few in the dirt.

Of course his behaviour was reported, but he didn't mind, just as long as he got to beat up those jerks. After that Janine started sticking close to him and talking to him, at first he found it annoying, until he realised she didn't have a lot of family. So he became the protective big brother she never had. He had a few scraps along the years, punched one guy for making fun of her hair, kicked another in the groin for shouting at her. And yes, he hospitalized that one guy because he threatened to hit her, he got in trouble every time, but she was always grateful.

So now here they were, walking in a forest for looking for...well, whatever they find first.

"Do you believe any of this, Janine?" Chris asked.

"...Well, I'd quite like to see a real Oshawott." She mumbled.

"Yeah, me too." He admitted.

Then they heard some bushes rustling. "Okay then, let's see what this is." Chris said, looking at the bush.

Out of them came a 17 year old girl with a petite height and build, her black hair having a blue streak, with olive skin and brown eyes. Her outfit consisted of a white dress with black stripes, a blue blazer with pockets on the bottom, ankle length light brown boots, and a black bowler hat with a light blue ribbon around the base. She was carrying a bundle of clothes in her arms.

"Damnit, I thought it was that Oshawott." Chris grumbled.

The girl shot him a look. "Well, sorry to disappoint you."

"Umm...who are you?" Janine asked.

"Name's Melody, but you can call me Mels." She responded. "And I know you two, Chris and Sarah right?"

"Well, guess we're well known at least." Chris chuckled. "Hey, what are you carrying there?"

Mels looked down at the clothes. "Some clothes." She stated plainly. "A guy gave 'em to me, says its a clue and that I need to bring it back to camp."

"How could an early birthday present be a clue?" Chris asked.

Mels rolled her eyes. "They're not mine. You know that girl Liz?"

"The one with the purple hair?" He asked.

"That's the one. Well, these are HER clothes, which she was wearing TODAY. And they said they found that guy, Elin's clothes in the boys barracks. Don't you think that's a bit STRANGE?"

Chris shrugged. "So...what? They're nudists?"

Mels just stared at him for a good few minutes. "...What!?" She said finally. "How does...you know what? I don't care. I'm just gonna drop these off, and get looking again. I'm not feeling too good after that whole light show." She then walked off.

"...What does it mean?" Janine asked.

"The clothes thing? I dunno." Chris mumbled. He then noticed Janine was rubbing her hands together nervously. "Janine? You okay?"

"Ummm..." She said nervously. "Chris? Can I please find...a flower?"

Chris raised an eyebrow. "A flower? Sure but, for what?"

"I...I don't know, I just, I just need one." She whispered.

So the two began searching around, but they couldn't find the 'specific' one Janine was looking for. "What does it look like?" Chris asked.

"I don't know." She said honestly. "I just...wait." She bent down and plucked a big red flower. "This one feels right."

Chris looked at it, it had a green stalk, big red petals and a yellow center with three...things sticking out the top. "Huh, nice litle flower. Kinda reminds me of something..." He quickly shook it off though and continued walking, with Janine clutching the flower close to her chest.

Eventually they stopped to rest, with Janine still looking at the flower. "You okay, Janine?" Chris asked.

She looked at him. "Y-Yes Chris, I'm okay, I promise."

Chris started scratching his chest. "Yeah well, tell me in case anything bothers you, okay?"

She nodded. "I will."

"Great." He nodded as he began to scratch even more. 'God damnit why am I so itchy?' He cursed in his head as he peered underneath his top, to be met with bright orange feathers growing out of his chest. '!*)[#-"?}:~ !?' He cursed vulgarly in his head as he quickly stood up. "Uhhh, Janine! I just gotta chack something out real quick, will you wait here?"

She looked at him for a second but then nodded. "Okay." And with that Chris dashed off. So Janine relaxed against the tree, not noticing how pale she was becoming.

Chris found a small clearing where he could check on the feathers, to find they had quickly spread around most of his body. 'Shit!' He swore in his head as his mohawk suddenly spread out on his head into a tuft and turned orange and yellow, resembling a flame. His arms started cracking and he gritted his teeth as his arms shrunk further and further into themselves until they became a pair of stubby wings.

'WINGS!? I CAN'T HAVE WINGS! THESE COULDN'T EVEN LIFT A HAMSTER!' He shouted in his head as he started shrinking.

Meanwhile with Janine, she was worrying. Worrying about that boy, worrying about Liz, worrying about Chris, worrying about everyone. She was a worrier.

She sighed as she rubbed the side of her head with her free hand. "Hm?" She said as she felt a bump on the side. Curiously, she rubbed the other side of her head to find a similar bump. She picked herself up and walked over to a puddle. She peered in just in time to see two long, white ponytail-like things grow out either side of her white as snow head.

She fell back in shock from the sudden surprise...only to find that she didn't hit the ground. Looking over herself the girl found that she was floating in midair.

She covered her mouth to stifle the gasp as she began shrinking at an alarming rate. Her fingers all melded together into mitten hands as her hair shrunk back into her skull. She bit her lip and had tears roll down her face as her legs and feet twisted together into an arrow-like lower half that quickly turned emerald green. Her clothes had practically all fallen off at this point, so there was nothing to worry about in those terms.

Back with Chris he was continuing to swear violently as he shrank into his clothes, his legs became spingly and his feet cracked as they rearranged themselves into claws. His head squashed itself into a more oval shape as he closed his eyes to reduce the pain of their change. Finally his mouth and nose stretched out and hardened as they became a beak.

He shook his new head frantically and looked at himself. "This...This is a Torchic!" "Tor...Tor Chic Torchic!" 'Oh f***' He thought to his new language as he turned to the pile of clothes which were his. 'Well, mystery solved.' He pieced together in his mind. He then also noticed his piercings amongst the clothes. 'What the...oh shit!' He tried to reach up and touch his forehead to feel for holes in his skull, but his stubby wings wouldn't let him. Causing him to swear internally even more. '...Janine!' He suddenly thought, quickly turning around and dashing off.

Janine in the mean time had now grown so small that she had to hold her flower with both hands, swung over her back like a parasol. Her eyelashes merged together and lengthened considerably, turning green in the process as her eyes grew larger completing the transformation.

Giving herself a minute to adjust, she floated out of her clothes and over to the puddle again, to see a Floette staring back at her. "I'm a Floette..." "Flo et Floette." Her voice was so high! Any more and it could shatter glass!

"Janine! Janine! Damn it she won't understand me!" She heard the cries of 'Torchic' loud and clear, but it sounded like words in her head. She squeaked in fear as she hid behind a tree, peeking out she was a Torchic come into view. "Janine! Where are you!? It's me! Chris!"

"C-Chris?" She asked, before covering her petite mouth with one hand.

The Torchic turned to the tree. "Janine? What's up with your voice?" Well, he was one to talk, his voice had risen quite a bit. He began walking over.

"No! Don't come any closer!" She squeaked.

"What!? Why not?" He then noticed the pile of clothes. "Wait...it happened to you too?"

"Y-Yes." She practically whispered.

"Don't be afraid Janine, are you a Grimer or something? I don't care, please come out." He begged.

Janine considered it for a short amount of time (literally 5 minutes) before taking a shaky breath and floating out in front of him.

Chris just stared at her. "Your a Floette."

"Y-Yes." She mumbled.

"That explains the flower, are you okay?"

"I...I think so..."

Chris thought for a second. "You know what this means? Those two, Elin and Liz, they got transformed too! And that perverted Oshawott...that must've been Elin! He had white skin when I saw him! Sick, yeah right!"

"Chris?" Janine asked. "Do you think someone...planned this?"

"Planned it? What do you mean?"

"Well, people are disappearing and...um..."

She didn't need to finish her sentence. "Someone DELIBERATELY did this!?" He shouted, he began literally turning red. "When I find the sonofabitch who did this...I WILL BURN! THEM! TO! ASH! ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" He then began shooting small fireballs, Ember, all over the place in a rage. Janine just hid behind a tree as the rampage went on.

SplitWorlds

Don't think we didn't hear that. It's kind of hard to miss someone shout and curse a lot, I'm pretty sure the whole forest heard it!

"Who the hell is that?" A brought-up-to-speed Matt asked.

"He sounds pissed." A brought-up-to-speed Lydia agreed. "What the hell did you do, Mew?"

"Don't look at me, I can't control who turns into what." She said in defence.

It was then that Latias, Liz and Harrison walked back over. Well, Harrison was being dragged. "I finally got him away from the food!" Latias yelled.

"MUST HAVE MORE CREAM CAKE!" Harrison yelled with food-filled cheeks.

"...I take it these are the other three." Lydia said with half-lidded eyes.

"Yay! We got more company!" Liz cheered childishly. "So...who are you?"

"I'm Matt, and this is Lyds-" *Lydia glare* "-Lydia. We know who you guys are and-"

"What's he doing?" Lydia asked, pointing to Harrison, who was trying to drag his way back to the food.

"Oh no you don't!" Latias declared, hoistingb him up by his fur, which, as she shook him, let loads of hidden foods drop out onto the floor.

I looked over them. "Waffles, cupcakes, berries...why are there baked foods here?"

"I can bake." Grace said, lifting a paw.

We all looked at her. "You can?"

"Just because I don't have hands doesn't mean I can't learn a few human skills." She said with a smile. "Mew usually provides ingredients and fire."

I looked at the legendary. "And where do you get THOSE from?"

"...Sources." She repiled unhelpfully.

The sound of distant cursing brought us back to the matter at hand. "Someone's gonna have to go over there." Matt declared.

"Bagsie not me." Me, Liz and Harrison yelled.

"It's a Torchic and a Floette. I'll sort them out." Grace said, starting to walk away.

"Grace!" I called after her. "That's what I've been meaning to ask! How do you know what people are going to turn into?"

She turned to us and smiled. "Well...that would be telling." She then continued walking.

SplitWorlds

"Hah...hah...hah..." Chris had calmed down now. After shouting, cursing, breathing fire, and using Peck on a few other campers who had tried to 'catch' him and Janine.

"Are you okay?" Janine asked, floating out from behind the tree.

"Yeah...but now I've got an aftertaste of burning." He sighed.

The two jumped as none other then Grace walked out from a bush. "Hello there!"

"Woah! A Shiny Glaceon!" Chris yelled, jumping back. "Wait, are you Liz?"

"No, she is a Vulpix." Grace explained.

"Oh...then who are you?"

"I'm Grace, it's very nice to meet you." She said as she 'curtseyed' to them.

"You too, I'm Chr-"

"It's alright, I know your names." Grace said, holding up a paw. "I work for Mew, the person who transformed you two."

"Mew? The Legendary?" Chris asked, Janine gasped, and Grace nodded. "In that case, I want a few words with it-"

"Her." Grace corrected him.

"...Her, about all this! Look!" He held out his wings. "I've lost my ARMS!"

"Don't get hostile." Grace said calmly.

"What!? I AM NOT GETTING HOST-" He was cut off as Grace used Ice Beam on him, freezing him in a block of ice.

"Sorry, but you WERE going to get hostile." Grace giggled. "Now then, may I explain things to you both?"

Janine nodded whilst Chris grumbled in his ice block.

"Okay then, I'll unfreeze you once we're done."

SplitWorlds

"So YOU were the bus driver?" Lydia asked in disbelief.

"Yep." Latias replied, shooting a glare at Mew, who returned it.

"That's...weird." Matt said.

Lydia went to smack him, but then seemed to remember his new iron body. "Don't be a jerk." She said instead.

I, meanwhile, was talking with Harrison. "How do you feeling being a skinny Munchlax?"

He shrugged. "Okay I guess, apart from the constant hunger."

"They're back! They're back!" Mew exclaimed giddily. We turned to the foliage to see Grace walk towards us with a Torchic and a red flower Floette. For some reason, the Torchic was dripping wet.

"Everyone, this is Chris and Janine." Grace said, pointing to the two and making our jaws drop. Those two!?

The Torchic walked out to us with the Floette behind him. He looked at all of us.

And this was the first thing Chris said to us as a pokemon:

"First person to makea Mystery Dungeon joke is getting their ass kicked."

Chapter complete! Victory! Please review, they do help!

Now then, a lot of you have asked me what I meant by splitting the OC's up. What I mean by this, is that they will travel all together, but if a situation calls for it, they will split up into smaller groups. Does that answer the question?

OC's! Matt and Lyds-sorry! Sorry! Lydia, belong to m-meistiNator, a.k.a TACMAN! He also wrote Matt and Lydia's introductions and TF's, the first half of this chapter which I edited slightly, give credit to them! And Melody (Mels) belongs to BlueFlame27, give credit to them as well! The reason I say them is because I don't want to offend people via gender confusion!

Finally, thank you for reading this chapter. The next one MIGHT be shorter so I MIGHT have it up earlier then usual. Thanks again!