Chapter One: Believe? Please, I know I can fly. I'd like to go down now.
“ARGH! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE JUMPED OFF THAT BUILDING! WHY!? COME ON! KEYCHAIN! HEY! THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE! PLEASE HELP! BY ARCEUS’S NON-EXISTENT BEARD, THIS IS SCARY! I’D FIND THIS FUN IF I HAD A BLOODY PARACHUTE, BUT I DON’T! WHY!?”, a glasses-wearing, beagle-like creature with a naturally forming beret on top and a long thin paint brush like tail, a Smeargle, yells as he falls from heights previously unheard of for a Smeargle to be born at.
But seeing as how this Smeargle didn’t hatch from an egg and simply popped into existence, in a manner reminiscent of a certain bowl of petunias and a sperm whale in a different universe, this possibility is forgotten at the sheer impossibility of the previous statement. As to why this happened, simply know that a god got sick of the things that were going on with his creations and decided to hit what is the equivalent of Ctrl-Alt-Del combo on his program saving only the things he liked and dumping all the information on another programming platform and hoped for the best.
Somebody(pony) was going to get in trouble for this. Oh well. This is not that story. At least not yet. Or maybe never. You’ll never know.
He had begun falling from a height of thirty-five thousand feet. There was no air and he fought to breathe. Hypoxia kicked in and he fainted. He free fell for about a mile and at twenty-two thousand feet, where there is breathable air, he jerked awake.
…Only to scream bloody murder as he fell. His slightly suicidal tendencies will kick in after half a mile of freefalling. He would have calmed down faster had he not discovered a few things. But alas, this is where we join him.
“THIS IS BEYOND STUPID! WHY ISN’T ANYONE CATCHING ME!?” A flapping noise behind him, that by all rights should have been unnoticeable by the intense wind whipping behind him, causes him to flip around and sees the previously mentioned brush-like tail oozing clear paint. “WHY IN THE WORLD DO I HAVE A TAIL!?”
He begins rubbing it with his now brown paw and marvels at the smooth sensation,”It feels nice! Why does it feel nice? And why do I have paws!?” He muses on this by rubbing the tip against his face as he sits cross-legged mid-air and flips a few times. He ruminates on his sudden brown tail. He examines his hands or rather paws now more closely and says more calmly, “I have paws. I have a tail. I am primarily tan.”
He flips one more time before spreading his body into a freefall position with his tail flapping behind him paws out to catch air resistance. He slows down dramatically. He fixes his glasses quickly that are thankfully still on his nose and concludes,” I am now a Pokemon. Why do I sound calm? Great. Just great. I’m about to die and now I’m a Pokemon. What kind of Pokemon? I have no idea. I want to know what kind of Pokemon I am at least before I die!”
For you see, the Smeargle was not always a Smeargle, but a former human under the name Akira. He is now at an altitude of eighteen thousandfeet and still falling. Most of the newly spawned Pokemon in this new world spawned on the ground with a few Flying types spawning in the air and a few Water types in the water.
Akira is an anomaly. He had a pastime of jumping off of high places when he felt suicidal. His Pokemon would always catch him when he started screaming, though. It was a game they played. A game that is now only played by him. As to why he fell at a height where there is no oxygen, that was because he had just jumped off an insanely high mountain for giggles.
He is panicking now, falling back onto his coping mechanism, and severely regretting not thinking this through. Not necessarily in order, if there was even an order.
As to why he is still falling, it is important to know that there is a law of motion which is an object in motion will stay in motion unless a force says so otherwise, normally in a painful manner. Jumping dimensions doesn’t count as a force unfortunately.
“I am going to die! I am going to die. I am going to die. Wow. This is a helpful thought process. WHY DID I JUMP OFF THAT CLIFF!? Oh, right. I only had fifteen minutes left of oxygen in the tank… But why didn’t I just try and make some of my own? I had not one, BUT TWO FLYING TYPES! I could have flown down instead. But no! You had to jump. Wow, this is an absolutely helpful thought process! Can’t change anything, Akira. How about you figure out how to minimize the impact!? Akira! Your name literally means ‘Clear’ and ‘Brilliant’ in a dead language! You can do this!”
Talking to himself. It is surprisingly helpful.
He scans his surroundings.“I remember that you’re supposed to try and slow down your speed by hanging onto things falling with you, but there is no bloody things to grab onto! Not even a bloody pebble!” From his scans he has come up with three absolutely useful things.
One: He is falling.
Two: The sky is blue with spots of white clouds.
Three: The ground is green with vegetation with blue lakes that are getting uncomfortably closer with each passing second.
An altitude of fifteen thousand feet is when he screams in frustration and despair, ”WHY MUST THIS BE PAINFUL!?” His bellow actually slows him down before he returns to terminal velocity.
“This is going to be painful.” Akira aims for the highest tree. He plans to use the branches to break his fall. He then hears murmurs underneath him. He spins quickly and sees salvation.
A pack of purple, balloon-like pokemon with four arms at the side, Drifblim, also known as the Blimp Pokemon, are floating along underneath him. They are also struggling to get their bearings in this strange new land. Albeit without the added stress of almost falling to their doom.
“MWAHAHAHAHA! SCREW YOU, ARCEUS! SCREW YOU TOO, YVELTAL! NOT TODAY!” Akira laughs maniacally. He quickly changes the plan from painfully slowing himself down on a tree to grabbing ahold of one of the Drifloon.He streamlines his body into a spear like position, arms tucked to the side, feet together, and tail flapping in the air like the end part of a kite. His target is the group of Pokemon called Drifloon.
As he gets closer, he stretches out a three-pronged paw in the hopes of snagging a flap-like arm. He yells,“So sorry!” He succeeds in the endeavor to grab a flap and drags the Drifloon he grabbed down a couple of feet. He quickly wraps his feet around the flap and hug it with his arms. “Yes!” His speed is now that of the Drifloon.
Which is unfortunate seeing as the Drifloon, startled, activates its hidden ability, Flare Boost which is an ability to upgrade an attack in power, in panic. Flare Boost in daily life tends to activate when the Pokemon is surprised. Guess what our current protaganist did? Akira had his head right underneath the red hole where a Drifloon would release its gas to float.
“AGH! A SMEARGLE!”, the Drifloon panics in surprise.
Akira catches a whiff of methane and sighs,” This is not going to be good. It most likely is going to be painful.” The gas comes out in full and the Drifloon deflates quickly as all the gas is expelled as they shoot straight up into the air.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Akira loses his grip and is sent spinning off into the distance. The Drifloon quickly reinflates and rejoins the group.
“What happened?” a friend asks.
“I have no idea.”
Another Drifloon puts in his two bits and says, ”Maybe that Smeargle was born above us and was falling down and used to be human?”
A short pause.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the trio laugh, drifting in the wind. The other Drifloon look at them accusingly and they quickly quiet down.
They go back to their silent migration, but not before one of them says,”But seriously, what just happened?”
Shrugs.
That answer most likely will never be found.
At least not by them.
As for our current focus, all you need to know is that he stays up in the air for most of the day. Being attacked upwards happens surprisingly often in the sky.
A griffin flies in the red skies above Cherry Hill Ranch pushing clouds with her silver wings. Her griffon magic is not as refined as pegasi, but it gets the job done. She positions the clouds above the vast array of pink sakura trees otherwise known as cherry trees.
With a kiai or shout, she forces the clouds to rain lightly. After a while, she disperses the clouds by flying through them. She checks the sakura and nods to herself with pride.
Flying back to the main house, she says loudly,“ All Done, Auntie!”
“Oh, don’t call me that Gilda!”, the scarlet maned tan earth pony laughs,” You make me sound old!”
“I’m sorry”, says Gilda, a griffon as mentioned before with an impressive wingspan, white head, and brown wings,”But all done! Do you need me to do anything else?”
“No, you just rest dearie!”-Cherry Jubilee gestures for Gilda to come inside the house-”I have the bath all drawn up for you!”
Gilda nods appreciatively. Having enough water to have a bath in these dry parts is a boon not often seen. She had been working all day long and her wings are tired from all the flying around. She is glad that it’s not cherry picking season yet. That would’ve been hard mentally. Or opening. Or… You get the idea.
She heads inside to wash up. Cherry stays outside and looks at her beautifully blooming trees. Pink hearts that flutter in the wind. She pets the orange mouse that she found earlier. “Dedenne! Dede!”
“Oh you’re a cutie! I wonder where you came from!”, giggles Cherry, “Oh, I forgot to tell Gilda about the cute turtle who filled up the bath tub for us.”
A shriek comes from the house.
“Oh never mind, she found him. What’s your name little one?”, she asks yet another walking creature, this one a small ball shaped cactus. She has found ever since she went into town that all sorts of strange creatures have come to Dodge Junction.
“Cacnea!”
“Oh that’s cute! What can you do?” Cherry asks. She muses how these new creatures say their name to communicate. She has already convinced some of them to live with her.
“I don’t know why all of the ponies are panicking! You guys are so cute and adorable!”-she carefully nuzzles the cactus pokemon-” Why don’t you stay with me too?”
Gilda storms out, wet, and says calmly,”Why is there a turtle inside the tub?” She scares away the cactus pokemon. Cherry sighs. She was looking forward to keeping one as a pet.
“Oh”, Cherry patiently explains,”He’s the reason why we have so much water today!”
“And why is there all sorts of weird creatures in the house? I saw a pair of gears just floating around muttering ‘Klink-klink! And when I passed the attic, I saw a pair of eyes”- she shudders-”Than something licked my wings before saying ‘Grengar’! What is going on Auntie!?”
Cherry Jubilee sighs,”Well, you see, today all of a sudden, strange animals recently appeared all over the place including town.”
“Why didn’t I know!?”, Gilda asks irritatedly.
“You were flying all over the orchard today, dearie! You probably didn’t even see the cute walking cherries!”
“There are walking cherries?” Gilda asks, scratching her head.
“Yes” Cherry sighs,” There are. Look-” She points to a walking cherry”- Over there!”
“Cheru-Cherubi!” The pink cherry tilts its head in question.
“Nothing to worry about! Just keep on walking along!”
“Shouldn’t we be worried?”, Gilda asks,” I mean what if they destroy your trees!”
“Oh shush darling! These creatures have been helping!”
“What?”
“Yes!”, Cherry replies excitedly,”See those flowers?”
“Yeah?”, Gilda sneezes.
“Hurry up and wipe yourself down! Before you catch a cold.”
“Fine”, Gilda rolls her eyes. She goes in quickly and goes back out again. “What were you saying?”
“As I was saying,” Cherry squeals in excitement,”The smaller cherry with the adorable closed eyes? You see it?”
“Yes. I do”
“Well, they contain a bunch of nutrients! If you didn’t insist on avoiding that cute griffon in town looking for you-”
“That I’m engaged to, thank you very much”, Gilda growls.
Cherry rolls her eyes and continues on,”You’d have seen these creatures do so many amazing things! Why, I saw one lift a house.”
“Shouldn’t we be worried then?”
“Relax! They’re harmless if you don’t bother them!”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Because I see one coming in fast.”
“SMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”, flails our returning protaganist, worse for the wear after a day in the air.
What happens next on this lovely evening? Join us in the next chapter please.
