Chris felt consciousness returning to him. His eyes remained closed as he felt his hands on the grass.

Wait a sec, grass? Why is there grass? Is this Heaven? I qualified for Heaven? Heaven exists? Wait, that thought alone would mean that I wouldn’t get into heaven, so where am I? he asked himself as he opened his eyes. He quickly noticed that ‘Heaven’ had a lot of trees. Too many trees. He also noticed that he was definitely laying in grass. He seemed to be in a forest clearing of some kind. There was even a soft breeze that blew pleasantly across his face.

Well this seems peaceful. Key word seems, he thought as he got up. He put his left hand on the grassy surface below to help lift himself up. He noticed something very wrong as he did this.

"WHY THE HELL IS MY HAND COMPLETELY BLACK!!!" he yelled as he grabbed it with his right hand. He noticed that this one was also completely black along with both of his arms. How did I get here!?! What the hell happened!?! he thought to himself, panicked. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!" When he yelled this he instantly regreted it.

"Urrrrr." Chris heard a growl coming from the forest.

Okay. Seems there are more pressing matters at hand. And I guess that clinches it. This definitely isn't Heaven. Which means I’m either dreaming or I’m dead. I could also be in Hell but since I’m logical I would say those two locations are imaginative bullshit, so how am I here? I'll probably have to focus on that later, he thought, frantically looking for a place to hide.

Well this is really fuckin’ bad, he thought, trying to remember exactly what he was doing before randomly ending up in the clearing, to no avail. Seems I have minor amnesia. What was I doing before i passed ou- later. I can dwell on that later, he thought, scanning the clearing for a place to hide.

To his dismay the clearing was indeed, clear. He heard heavy footsteps coming from the forest trees directly in front of him. Since he now knew where the thing was coming from he looked for the pathway that would lead out of the clearing. It didn’t take him very long to find it, as it was just to the left of where he heard the footsteps coming from. When he looked behind him to see if he could escape into the trees, he found no trees. A large rock wall stood in his path. The only way to go now is up, he figured, as he ran to a tree that was the farthest away from where the footsteps were coming from, which happened to be right next to the rock wall.

"Urrrrr."

Whatever is after me is getting much closer way to quickly for my liking. Latching his black arms around the trunk of the tree, he began to climb it as fast as he could. He fortunately had practice climbing trees, which really came in handy for him at this moment in time. As he climbed the tree, he noticed that he had the same clothes on as the ones he had before being thrown into this situation; an orange San Francisco Giants shirt with the logo on the left hand side of the shirt. He assumed he didn’t have his hat, since he couldn't see the bill of it in front of his forehead. Seeing that particular shirt also made him figure that he may have been heading to a baseball game before this. If I don’t figure this out soon it’s gonna eat at me for the rest of my days. That’s given that whatever is coming this way doesn’t eat me first. This shirt also doesn’t help with stealth mode.

When he got onto a branch near the top of the tree that he could sort-of-safely sit on top of, he flipped his shirt around to check it. It definitely had the last name of his favorite player for the Giants, Hunter Pence, written across the top with the number eight plastered below it as well. His pants were about as black as he now was, which bothered him greatly due to the fact that it looked like he had nothing on at all. Other people would only tell that they were there because his little buddy was out of sight. He also realized that it wasn't just his arms that became black. His whole midsection was the same dark color as his arms. I guess that would mean I'm completely black all over, he thought as he heard the footsteps get louder. It was only a matter of seconds before the unidentified forest predator arrived.

When the beast finally got to the clearing, his eyes could not believe what he saw. It was a giant bear that was standing on two legs. It's fur was completely brown except for its muzzle and the large ring that was centered on its body, both of which having a light tan color that looked almost yellow. Chris knew what this creature was, and he was not happy about it being in his presence at the moment. He had played a lot of Pokèmon in the past, and still did, and the bear standing in front of him was portrayed as very hostile, and not the type of thing he wanted to piss off.

What the hell is an Ursaring doing here of all places! They're not supposed to be real! he thought frightened by the monster that could and would eat him alive if he got spotted.

The Ursaring scanned the clearing, clearly looking for what had yelled earlier, which was unfortunately Chris. The Ursaring never looked up, which was particularly good for Chris because he would stick out like a sore thumb due to his bright orange shirt. Once the bipedal bear confirmed that the coast was clear, it sat down on its back in the middle of the clearing and closed its eyes.

Oh you have gotta be kidding me. Can I catch a god damn break today!?! he inwardly complained as he pondered on what his next action should be. I could jump down there and run, but this is one hell of a drop. He gulped as he looked down at the 30 foot or so drop. I'm probably just gonna need to sit and wait for it to get up and leave, he decided as he got himself as comfortable as he could on the hard, thin branch of the tree. Five minutes or so passed when Chris heard something that he did not want to hear.

CRACK!!!

You cannot be serious right now, was his final thought before the branch gave way under him and he fell down to the ground along with it. This caused the Ursaring wake up, and it stared at him as if to say, 'any last words.’ Chris began to rise but his left ankle protested and he fell right back down to the ground with a yell of pain. Great. I twisted it or something. It's as if God himself is working against me, which wouldn't be all that surprising. He looked up to the Ursaring with fear in his eyes.

"Nice bear?" he asked as pleasantly as possible.

"UUURRRRRR!!!"

"Why did I even ask?” Chris said as he got up to his feet despite the pain. He turned around and bolted but didn't get very far as his ankle gave up, making him fall about two feet from where he started. The Ursaring immediately pounced and pinned his arms to the ground. Chris tried to knee the Ursaring, but it's heavy body was right on top of his legs. There was only one thing left to do.

"HELP! I'M GONNA DIE!!!" he yelled out, likely to no avail.

The Ursaring wrapped a paw around Chris’ throat and put a knee on top of him, probably to prevent him from screaming again. Why isn’t it eating me? Am I gonna get raped by a bear that I used in every one of my Silver playthroughs!?! He thought panicked, frantically flailing to no avail. When his lungs began to burn he focused all his efforts on trying to push the bear up to catch a breath, but the Ursaring just crushed his neck more forcefully. The Ursaring quickly transitioned to pressing its full body mass onto Chris, as he realized this was less about rape and more about murder, and he felt a couple of cracks. With a worthless ankle, deprived of oxygen, and now broken ribs, Chris closed his eyes and prepared to die.

"Vulpix use Flamethrower!"

Right before he was about to pass out, Chris witnessed a huge stream of fire smash into the Ursaring, throwing it a few feet away from him, allowing Chris to gasp for breath. The Ursaring got up and retreated into the forest, clearly not wanting to deal with more of the scorching flames.

He looked over to where the flames had come from and saw two figures make their way into the clearing. Leading the two was a small fox-like creature. Its fur was a red-brown color and it had six tails. Chris recognized this as a Vulpix. What followed the Vulpix into the clearing was even more astonishing.

It was a pony, but the problem with that was the fact that it stood on two legs. He could tell it was a pony due to the muzzle that was attached to its face. When he studied its features more closely, he could tell that it was a female due to her large... chest. Her fur was a yellow color that could possibly be interpreted as tan and hair that had steaks of yellow and red making it seem like it was on fire. The most stunning feature of all was the long horn that was on the top of her head. He was looking at an anthropomorphic unicorn.

I've officially seen it all, in the span of five minutes, he thought, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. When he looked at her again, she was definitely still a pony-like creature. He then moved to pinch himself on the cheek to try to wake himself up, but remembered the searing pain in his ankle and realized that this was not a dream like he had already known, but silently hoped was the case. This is happening way to fast. I NEED TIME TO ADJUST!!! he screamed inwardly as the mare looked at him with a confused look on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah of course. I'm just peachy. In fact I couldn't be better,” he replied with as much sarcasm as any human being could muster up.

"Sweet Celestia, chill,” she said moving over to him. She reached out a hand to help him up. He grabbed hold and pulled himself up, making sure to keep pressure off of his ankle.

"Thanks. I owe ya one,” he said.

“No problem, but you should really be thanking Vulpix. She did all of the work,” she said looking down to the fox pokémon with a smile.

"Uh... yeah. Thank you Vulpix,” he said, still baffled as to why his childhood was currently standing right in front of him.

"Vulpix!" it replied cheerfully, smiling at Chris.

"Well I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Sunset Shimmer and I'm a Pokémon Trainer,” she said, confirming Chris' suspicions.

Well like most horses back on Earth, she has a stupid name. And I suppose I should follow suit. I think i’ll give myself a new name for this seemingly fresh start. He thought, beginning to ponder on a new name for himself. I could go with Hunter Pence for my own personal amusement as that name is probably the best one that anybody has ever had, but that would just be confusing to me. I am also a fan of his, hence not worthy to share a name with him, he thought sarcastically, making him chuckle a bit to himself. Maybe I could do something with my actual name. He thought about what the name Chris could become. Chris. What can I do with Chris? I got it!

"Crystal Light. Nice to meet you Sunset Shimmer,” he told her, instantly regretting his decision. That sounded so much better in my head. Well it's too late now. I'm officially a brand of powdered drinks.

"Please. Call me Sunset,” she practically demanded.

"Okay thank god. Call me Chrys,” Chrys replied back, correcting his blunder. Light is a decent last name though.

"Okay then Chrys. I have a lot of questions for you, but they can wait for later. You seem to be in a hell of a lot of pain,” she said, looking at his posture and seeing his hand rested on his stomach.

No shit Sherlock. And you have questions? What about my fuckin’ questions bitchface? he thought to himself, not wanting to voice his annoyance to the person, or pony in this case, who saved his hide. "Yeah. My ankle feels like shit and I'm 99 percent sure a couple of my ribs broke under that bastards 500 pounds of bear meat,” he replied instead, wincing at the pain that shot through him as he spoke. It was obviously his ribs being douche bags.

"I can help you to the nearest town if you want. Unfortunately it's a little too far away from here to head there right now. We'd have to sleep the night somewhere in the forest," she explained. He clearly couldn't pass up the offer as he was in no condition to get to the town himself. He also had no idea where he was going, which would be quite the inconvenience if he was on his own. There was also the fact that pokémon would want to kill him and he had none of his own to defend himself.

"Yeah that sounds like a plan. As if I have much of a choice,” he groaned as he sat himself down.

"What in Equestria do you think you're doing?" she scolded.

Equestria? Really? That's the best they could do? he thought as he looked at her with confusion. “I thought we could just stay here,” he told her. Sunset shook her head.

"Are you insane? That Ursaring won't stay away forever. This is more than likely a part of the territory it’s claimed for itself," she said. Chrys' eyes widened at this.

"You bring up a fantastic point,” he replied. "Let's get the fuck outta here." He moved to get up, but once he put pressure on his left foot, he winced in pain and fell back down. I'm beginning to think I did a lot worse than twist it, he thought as he looked to Sunset. "Heh heh. A little help?"

Sunset just stared at him flatly. "Go Gallade,” she said as she threw out what appeared to be a pokéball.

Why that surprised Chrys was beyond him at the moment. Am I really that dense? I mean, I just saw the Vulpix. Naturally she would have a pokéball for it to retreat into.

The aforementioned Gallade popped out of the ball. "Can you help this guy up?" she asked it. Gallade looked at Chrys with a hint of anger in its eyes, but obliged and helped him to his feet.

That was weird, he thought as he looked to the Blade Pokémon. "Uh... thanks,” he said, awaiting its reaction. Gallade just nodded and motioned for Chrys to wrap an arm around it. Chrys did as silently told and the Gallade did the same to him. Chrys looked uneasily at the swords protruding from its elbows. "Can you be careful with those things? I think I’ve had enough injuries for one day."

"Gallade!" it yelled, looking annoyed. Chrys moved his head away from the angry pokémon.

"Christ almighty dude! That's a perfectly legitimate concern! I’m not saying you’re bad with ‘em,” he yelled back.

Vulpix started to look upset by the screaming match, folding its ears over, and Sunset was starting to get livid. "Can you two jack offs please quit your bickering so we can find someplace that the Ursaring cannot find us?" Gallade turned his head away from Chrys to looked forward and Chrys looked at it bewildered.

"Okay whatever. Let's just find somewhere safe where there aren't any monster bears,” Chrys suggested.

"Agreed,” Sunset replied annoyed.

Well this is just fan-fucking-tastic, he thought, feeling a little homesick. I didn't ask for any of this crap. I was perfectly happy with my life. Just my luck I guess.

Author's Note

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