I'm tired.You could just crashed in your car. Maybe you're ill. For all I know, you're on death row.
But I don't want to sleep.
Because I don't want to die.
Please help me.
But whatever the reason, you're dieing. And you're scared.
So you wish that you could still live.
But it doesn't work.
At least at first.
Who... Who are you?
Are you saving me?
You see a light, just like they always said you would. But within it, there is a strange goat-like creature saying he will save you.
On one condition.
But you can't remember anything after that.
...My head hurts.
...Who am I?
...Where am I?
You wake is a flowery field, but there is something different about you. You are what is called a "Pokémon", a strange, animal-like creature with the powers of nature and the supernatural. You remember nothing but your name, the fact that you should be human, the fact you should be dead, the bit of that conversation, and the sinking feeling that something bad is happening.
It is up to you to figure out the rest.
Who are you all?
Do you believe my story?
Yes?! It's the same with you?!
You are surrounded by five others with the same story as you.
You all decide to stick together, for your safety.
But when you move out you are attacked by other Pokémon, who are the same, yet so different, from you.
It is up to you to find out why.
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It was what you would call a beautiful day. There were no clouds in the sky and a warm sun bathed the earth in its embrace. A gentle breeze washed over the world, making grasses and flowers say back and forth. Pokémon chatted with their friends and neighbors as they went on with their daily lives.
All that was about to change very fast.
A male groan could be heard emerging from a clump of grass. "Five more minutes, Mom..." it mumbled, turning over. However, it hit its head on the ground, awakening it with an "Ow!". Up floated a white Shuppet who blinked his eyes, slowing awakening. It paused for a brief moment before doing a quick loop-de-loop in the air. "Humans can't fly!" the Shuppet exclaimed. I, uh, think, he thought. In fact, that Shuppet couldn't remember much of anything.
The Shuppet frowned. Nothing. Why can't I remember anything? Then his eyes flew open wide in realization. He could remember a girl, scissors, and a stinging pain across his thoat. But there was nothing else.
"I should be dead..." the Ghost Pokémon muttered. "...Why aren't I?"