My Little Pokemon

Later that day, the Trainers hung out at Cyllage City, where they ate at the café and their Pokémon played outside. Rainbow Dash, though, was sitting at the beach, staring at the ocean. A gentle breeze blew her mane slightly. Pikachu noticed and went up to her.

"Pika?"

"Oh, hey Pikachu," Rainbow said with a depressed voice.

"Pikachu," Pikachu said.

"Listen, there's something I have to say."

"Pika, Pi?"

"I'm not really a Pokémon."

"Pika, Pika!"

"Wait, you knew?" Rainbow was surprised.

"Pikachu!"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Pika."

"Well, I may not be a Pokémon, but... I actually enjoy being one, despite those Team Robot-whatever people trying to kidnap me. But this isn't me. The real me is supposed to be back in my world hanging out with my best friends. I've been gone for so long, I bet my sister, my pet turtle, and all my friends are wondering what might've happened to me. Heck, they're probably even wondering if I'm still ALIVE! I need to find a way to return to they way I'm supposed to be."

"Pikachu?"

"You're right, I should tell them."