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"Heck yeah, I'm in," Ashwood said. "Not sure I still eat though. Guess I'll find out!"

"Err... whoops. Sorry. I don't know much about dynamaxing. It's when Pokemon get all huge, but that's basically all my knowledge."

"I get that we'll have to to fight, but I dunno, doing amateur surgery on its insides seems like it would do worse than make it faint. Pokemon can take a lot -- I've seen that with Owen, dude got pancaked -- but, like, I don't think we need to go way overboard unless we have no other choice."

Ashwood's eyelights glinted. "Now that would be a great idea. Maybe if we figure out how that Magikarp dynamaxed, we'll be able to get giant too."

"Huh." Ashwood paused to think about that. "That's surprisingly metal of you, suggesting I inflict internal damage like that. Kinda cool, though. Wait... is that Magikarp intelligent like all of us? I wouldn't want to actually hurt it if it's just going crazy because it got dynamaxxed. I also...

"The Magikarp is asleep now, though Truffle and Soda are advising we don't do a sneak attack. Also if you're tired they mentioned a place to sleep at the Dojo."

Ashwood looked off toward the direction where the Magikarp slept, where tremors no longer emanated. They tapped a clay finger to the bottom edge of their headpiece. "Even if we can't attack the Magikarp right now, can't we do something. I dunno, get a closer look or something? ...I may just be...

"Owen!" Ashwood said. They looked at Truffle. "How did you save him? Is he okay?"

Act natural. "Um, hello." Ashwood raised an arm. "What brings you here to this deserted town?"

"Oh god what," Ashwood said, looking around.

"Wait... it's all coming back!" A rising of energy in their head took the place of what would have been a smile. Their eyes brightened. "I remember you! You were that grumpy puppy! You pet me and Curio!" Ashwood took in the disgruntled cat Pokemon. "Wait... Starr, is that you! It's me...

"Yeah! It's cool, but kind of weird. I don't breathe anymore." Instead, they felt this big swirl of energy in their torso. It rotated incrementally, like gears or the hands of clock. "Pokemon are a thing in my world, but they aren't real. Pokemon is this big franchise of videos games and...

"I'm a human," Ashwood said. "And I wasn't dead. Might be now, since I'm a Ghost-type though." They paused to consider this. "Anyway, I know I'm from a different world where Pokemon don't even exist."

"I don't necessarily dislike this, but it's weird," Ashwood said. They had been wandering around, testing their new form and trying to find something relfective. So far, no luck. "Wait a minute... are you Curio? And Cynthian and Cabot? I'm Ashwood! From Truth or Dare! I finally got turned into a...

"Hi, guys!" Ashwood said, waving their new clay arms excitedly. "I'm Ashwood. I'm a Golett now!"

"I smell like death? Okay, my breath smelled like that as a human so -- wait." The pieces came together. "I think I'm a Golett." They laughed. Or... kind of laughed. It felt like a laugh, mostly sounded like one, but the mechanics were different and accompanied by a weird swirling in their...

"Ahhhh!" Ashwood was struck by lightning and suddenly falling toward the ground. They threw out their arms to save themself, managed it, but... wait. They looked down onto something they couldn't quite sense sense of. A pair of oval-ish stones, with little blue-ish nubs sticking out from under...