Wes wondered if he ought to stay, or bail out before anyone saw him. It was one thing to see the insanity, but to participate in it was another entirely.
He was just about to walk away when he spotted one of the Pokémon padding right up to him.
Damn. He’d been noticed.
He’d never seen this Pokémon before; it was a feline of some sort, a little bigger than Neo or Novo, his Eeveelutions. The Pokémon stopped at his feet and tilted their head back, then...spoke.
"...Er, hello. You, uh, you're a human, right?"
Talking. It has just talked. To him. As casual as you please. Wes stared dumbly for a second. Should he talk back to it? Would he look insane for doing so?
Oh, screw it. This was just a dream, anyway.
“Yeah?” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. “What else would I be?”
He suddenly realized that was maybe a bit rude, so he hastily added, “Um, sorry. Yeah I’m human.” He frowned at the feline. “And what are you?”
...Dammit, that was probably rude, too.
The Pokémon didn’t have time to respond, though, because suddenly the ground quivered under both of their feet. Wes looked up and saw one of the most terrifying things he’d ever seen: another Pokémon, with a horrifying set of teeth, charging straight at him.
Oh, hell, this was a nightmare after all.
In an instant, Wes seized the first Pokémon and tucked them under one arm before scrambling backward, ignoring their surprised yelp. The other Pokémon was in front of them in an instant, but instead of lunging for him with snapping jaws, it stood tall on its two legs and
bellowed, ruffling his hair with the force of its hot breath.
Instinct took over. Knowing he had no chance of outrunning this thing, Wes seized his Skarmory knife from his belt and brandished it at the ferocious creature with a snarl.
“Stay back!”
[Note: Wes internally refers to most Pokémon as “it” until he knows their gender. He is not aware of how offensive this is; it’s an unfortunate side effect of him being raised in a gang of Pokémon traffickers and abusers.]
