Water. Rolling waves of beauty. For everyone except me! I hate the ocean, I despise the people who surf in the sea, except for today! For once, maybe it's not so bad as I wake up on a surf board. The blazing sun is casting its blinding rays over my exhausted eyes.

I let out a hoot of confusion as the person on the other side of the board paddled towards shore.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He laughed, a small totodile paddled beside him. It let out soft squeaks of excitement.

The waves! So many waves. Even as I open my beak to speak, another wave pushed us forward, sending a dizzying spark of nausea through my stomach. You'd think someone that grew up on an island wouldn't get sea sick, but unfortunately, I'm god's least favorite solider.

"Here we go, I don't often see shiny Pokémon," The surfer said as we hit the sand and I stumbled off the board. Suddenly aware of the fact that I'm a rare Pokémon. Great. Love that. Ignoring the other, I start to look myself over, my head was killing me, my legs wobbling, how long has it been? How did this bozo find me?

"Hang on now, Decidueye," The man said as his Pokémon trotted behind him, "Let me get my bag. I got a great poke ball for you to live in."

I froze. No way in Arceus!

"Get a haircut, and maybe I'll consider it!" I spat out, the man dropped his bag in shock as the words tumbled from my beak.

"D-Did you-" He started.

Nope nope nope. Without giving him a second to understand what happened, I raced away from him at top speed. My legs hurt, my head is on fire, and the sun is going down! I don't even know what island I'm on! I'll be damned if some surfer bro caught me. Can…someone catch me? I tried to push the thought down. What was I supposed to do now?

Kicking up sand as I ran, my mind worked overtime to figure out a solution to the problem at hand.

Okay, Keone, you're a Pokémon. Now what? Do I go to the police? The FBI? The rescue rangers?

Taking a few rapid turns around the busy beach until I found the entrance to town. Yes! Town! You can't catch Pokémon in a town setting unless you're trying to prevent them from causing damage. Perfect. As the sand turned to cobblestone under my claws, I was aware of the looks I was getting. People turned to glance at the probably mangled looking, shiny Decidueye.

You see. I was a scientist who had been hell-bent on making Pokémon more powerful, easier to work with. Giving them high IQ's, voice boxes, making them stronger. Yet. I somehow woke up in the body of my greatest, most precious experiment. A shiny Decidueye that was made in a test tube.

Now? Boy did that blow up in my stupid face. My lungs screamed for air, and the pounding in my head caused my legs to slow and my breath to hitch. Taking in a few gulps of air, I looked around myself. Crowds of people everywhere! Where was I?

I found myself in a dissociated state as I walked absentmindedly through the city and sea's of people. Just looking for a sign! For anything that could help me, I had to-

"We have a report of a missing, shiny, Decidueye."

My heart dropped like a stone, turning my head to a few televisions sitting in the shop window. A newscaster spoke with his hands folded in front of him.

"If you encounter this Pokémon, take caution. He belongs to the Poni Island laboratory and is said to be very dangerous."

Welp, screw me I guess.

"Take him to your local police or rescue team if found," I could feel everyone's eyes turn towards me as the newscaster continued talking. Showing pictures on screen of myself. I placed my winged hand on the glass that separated me from the TV's. My heart in my stomach. Does that mean the police were looking for me too?

I'm so screwed.