A gentle breeze blows through the trees with the sound of falling leaves, "five more minutes..." I groan out and reach for the blankets to get warmer. Instead of the nice, soft bed I was expecting I am met with something wet and rough. "What the hell?" Grass. I was laying in an open field of grass.
I sat up in alarm trying to find where my blessedly comfy bed had gone to. "That's funny I don't remember there being a freaking FOREST IN MY HOUSE!" All around me was grass and trees.
...Wait where do I live again, in fact who even am I?!
DING!
I glance to the ground on my right to find a black phone laying right next to me. I glanced around but I was completely alone in this little clearing. Finally I bend over and pick up the phone.
On it was a message, it read.
{Hello, hi, good afternoon, good morning, merry Christmas and happy hannukah! I hope everyone who is getting this message is doing well! and if you're not I dunno go eat some ice cream or something. Oh wait my secretary just mentioned that some answers as to where you are might help you feel better...or worse. Any who! You are no longer in the world you remember, why? Because I brought you here! Oh but don't worry this isn't some fantasy cliche! Nope this is...wait for it...Pokemon! That's right it exists AND most of you're beloved characters really do exist here, even, you guessed it...PIKACHU!! Oh you thought I was going to say Ass Ketchup or whatever his name was? HAH! I never get tired of doing that. Well back on topic, as some of you may have already noticed you have no memories related to your personal life. But fear not for this isn't just a phone it also functions as a pokedex has the priceless world map and it can tell you information on your pokemon! We've even thrown in a free pokeball! Aren't we generous?
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Well that's all try not to get killed doing something stupid!
Sincerely, Jester.}
"...What.The.F@#%!"
For several more minutes I just cursed at the black phone and 'Jester' before collapsing on my on my butt completely spent. For several minutes I just sat there until I felt something smooth and round touch my hand.
Looking down I see a red and white sphere with a black line bisecting the middle. A pokeball. For a moment I consider just leaving it but I know that won't do me any good. Sighing I pick it up and stuff it in my pocket.
Glancing around I decide to check the area out a bit to occupy my mind. I don't even make it three steps before several howls fill the air. A chill runs down my spine and I immediately turn in the opposite direction.
A screech of pain sounds out even louder than the howls, I knew what it was. A cry for help. A cry of defiance. A cry that says 'I won't go down without a fight.'
A foggy memory surfaces of a frail and dirty little boy. The boy is surrounded but he refuses to give in. The boys cry and the birds cry blend together in my muddled mind. I don't even hesitate, I just turn and start sprinting. Straight for the owner of that voice...and all those howls.