I didn't get to throw myself a pity party for long. I couldn't see them, but I heard my mysterious watchers step through the rough foliage and dead leaves towards me and the hissing Chrysalis. My hands bled onto my face and down my neck as I tried to collect myself, to find some kind of calm before they confronted me. I still felt like I might cry as they stopped, standing still somewhere a little behind me and to the left.

"Are... Do you need some help? We have Potions. And some Burn Heal somewhere..." I heard the sound of bottles clanging together as the young voice presumably began checking his supplies.

"The Potions are a good idea Ash, but his hands are going to need more than Burn Heal to recover." A much older and confident voice stopped his companions search and moved even closer, almost directly next to me. Chrysalis hissed and likely shot spittle all over as he approached, but it didn't seem to deter him. "Hey... My names Brock. We don't know what just happened between you and that other Pokémon, but we have supplies if you are willing to talk about it and let us help you."

"Hrrr... Give me a moment. I need... I need a moment. Help her if you can, just don't... She is very violent. Don't get too close to her."

"Alright. We'll be right here when you're ready. Ash, let Butterfree out. He should know Stun Spore or Sleep Powder. We can't get close if-" I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn't care. I couldn't believe how out of control I was. Chrysalis deserved my anger, and I was still livid about everything. But now that she had effectively become untouchable, I had nowhere else to direct these feelings. Eventually, I could feel my breathing calm as the sounds of feral changeling became silent. My torn hands dropped from my face as I blinked dried blood from my eyes. I needed to hold together long enough to at least get us some help. She was out of juice and I had never figured out how Fecto could heal himself.

"Brock, what kind of Pokémon is it? I've never seen one like it before."

"I don't know either Ash, but we have to focus on other things right now. Both of them are really hurt and the Ariados will be coming back soon for their homes." And we were apparently on a time limit. Fuck me.

"Hey, Ash! He's getting up!" I blinked as a large yellow rodent spoke up. The kid he was talking to was strange too, and I made sure to give him a good look as he made his way over. Two legs, two arms, no fur and fully clothed. Kind of like what... I suspected I used to be. Fuck me.

"Hi! I'm Ash Ketchum! What's your name?" I was going to have an existential crisis later.

"I'm... My name is Elfilis." The kid smiled so genuinely it took me by surprise.

"Elfilis. That sounds like a cool name! I've never seen a Pokémon that can talk before." The yellow creature spoke up and started doing some weird dance or something. It made him look more like a cat somehow.

"You're forgetting about Meowth Ash!"

"Meowth? Well, yeah but not every Meowth can do that right?" I was so lost.

"What's a Pokémon?" That was apparently the wrong question if the look of shock the duo gave me was any indication. Before they could hound me about it though, Brock came back towards us.

"Ash, we can talk about it later. We need to get these two to a PokéCenter and have their wounds treated." He was taller, wore less layers, and darker skinned than Ash was. His eyes were also closed for some reason. It made his expression look even more severe. I put that all in the back of my mind as I stabbed my spear into the ground, leaning on it as I got back up onto my feet.

"Lead the way..."

Nothing worthy of note happened on the way to this PokéCenter place, Ash kept asking questions but I kept my silence. As we reached this bright red building at the edge of a town, Brock told Ash to go tell someone named Misty what happened while he saw to me and Chrysalis. She was currently wrapped up in a web cocoon being dragged by a rock creature with no legs, apparently called a 'Geodude.' He complained but ran off anyway as I ducked my way into the building.

"Hello! How may we- Oh my gosh! Chansey! Prepare some rooms! We have severe burns on a Pokémon's hands and another stuck in webs with unknown injuries!" My hands were that bad looking, huh? They certainly hurt now that I was paying attention to them. As the nurse came out behind her desk towards me, I raised a hand to try to stop her. She ended up grabbing my wrists and pulling me down towards her.

"Miss-" She started as I started speaking. I didn't understand what the big deal was, the Pikachu spoke too. "I can be treated after. She needs the help more." She glared at me, very quickly getting over the supposed shock from hearing me speak.

"That's very brave of you but this is very severe damage! You could lose your hands if we don't-"

"She's pregnant and starving." And just like that, she was dragging Chrysalis into the back with a big pink Pokémon. "She eats emotions. Specifically love! And don't free her, she might kill you!" I barely heard them yell back in acknowledgement before I let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the floor. Only a moment passed before Brock was sitting across from me too.

"I know Ash isn't exactly the most... tactful kid. But I do think we deserve to know why we almost saw you kill her. I'm guessing you didn't know she was pregnant at the time?"

"... No. I only realized at the last moment. It was almost too late." Brock nodded before putting a hand to his chin. The same way I did when I was trying to think.

"Okay. How did the fight start? What was it over?"

"She hurt Carina... Her sister, and my partner." It was hard to notice, what with him having no visible eyes, but he definitely winced at that.

"Why would she attack her own sister?"

"I... Don't think she meant to, in hindsight." And didn't that just make me feel like shit like nothing else could. "Like I said, she feeds on love. I mean that very literally. And Carina happened to be standing next to a theoretically infinite source. Chrysalis destroyed the floor under her to get to it, I think." He just nodded again, but he was thankfully quiet for a time.

"... So... You've never heard of Pokémon before?" Cool, a distraction.

"No. To clear things up, I'm relatively sure I'm from another universe or dimension or what have you. My kind has that ability, though I don't know when I actually started using it. I thought I was when I first... discovered, my powers. It turned out though I was creating items in my mind instead of pulling them from another world."

"... Well holy shit." I snorted as I tried not to laugh. "I don't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't that." I was going to respond, but I saw the nurse coming back from over his head.

"Okay, so. I've commandeered a couple of psychic Pokémon and as many friendly and loving Pokémon as I could to feed her. I know you said not to, but I had to at least cut out her lower legs so if she goes into labor we won't have another issue on our hands. Now, come with me. We need to have your hands treated."

It was hours later when I finally got to leave. I sat on a table as Nurse Joy and her Pokémon did everything they could for my hands. They were slathered in pastes, sprayed with various Potions, hit with Pokémon 'moves' that are meant to heal, and eventually wrapped in thick bandages that left me unable to use my fingers. They also began to sting like hell. I had to resist the urge to hiss at every heartbeat as fresh blood pumped into my digits and aggravated them.

Regardless, they did what they could and my hands looked less like coals and more like melted dough. I just hoped that my fur would grow back over them evenly.

As I made my way back to the entrance, I saw that Ash was back with two more people. I assumed that the orange haired girl was Misty, but I didn't know who the older man in the lab coat was.

... I was definitely like them before I lost my memory. I knew too much about them at a glance to believe otherwise. The new person perked up as they saw me.

"Oh! Hello! You must be Elfilis, my name is Professor Oak. But most people just call me the Pokémon Professor."

"That's a mouthfull. Before anyone says anything, I got to go. I'll be back to pick up Chrysalis in a bit. We'll talk then." I didn't look at their wowed expressions as I fell through a portal. I needed to make sure I didn't screw things up at any of the other places I fought Chrysalis at.

I was trying to trace my steps, so I was currently in the world I visited right before I met Ash and Brock. I found myself standing on the edge of the building I made a hole down to ground level in with Chrysalis.

I was also surrounded by about twenty guys pointing guns at me. Included was an old man dressed like an adventurer, a guy whose hat seemed to be fused to his hair, someone whose silver hair stood straight up like a pillar, and a younger looking man with bright red hair in a green outfit. I make a point to mention them, not just because they were buff as fuck, but because all four of them had some kind of ghost come out of their body. The old man's was a thorny purple vine though. He yelled out into the air.

"Careful everyone! We don't know what this Stand can do!" First I was a Pokémon, then I was a 'Stand.' The red-haired man though, I saw his eyes widen for a second before he spoke as well.

"Wait! Mister Joestar! That's the Stand that killed Dio!" God fucking- Of course I killed someone. That was the red blood I saw on Chrysalis in this world.

"Oh? The Stand user cannot be that bad, if they are the one who killed that bastard vampire." Tall silver hair spoke as- Wait. I killed a vampire? The old man stepped in.

"It's true that it may have done us a favor, but we don't know it's motivations! It could-"

"Yare yare daze... Are you an enemy?" Well that was blunt.

"No? Just to be clear, I helped you guys kill a vampire?"

"Oh my god! The Stand can speak!"

My next jump back found me in a forest. I found the tree I smashed through as I kept looking around. The place looked pretty empty and deserted. Just as I thought I might have been lucky to have not fucked with anything, I felt a weight land on my shoulder and a blade press against my neck.

"Don't move."

"Fuck my life. Fuck today in particular."

"Well aren't you a happy fellow. I have questions. You will answer them."

"Alright, alright. It's why I'm here. Ask away."

"First, why did you save my students?"

"... Dude, who the fuck are you?" Long story short, his name was Minato Nami-something and I had apparently saved some Kakashi and Obito kids by blasting through not only a tree, but also into a squad of enemy ninja.

I was back in the weird garage/lab area. It seemed like whoever owned it had already cleaned up and repaired everything. I was tired, and I was going to leave it at that, until I spotted Luna of all ponies standing in the corner.

"Luna! How did you get here? Nevermind, how is Carina? She's-"

"You're a dick!" Ouch, but I might've deserved it.

"I know, I'm sorry. But have to let me know-"

"You're a dick!" She said it with the exact same inflection.

"...Luna-"

"You're a dick!"

"... You're not Luna."

"And you're a dick!"

Victor looked on in horror as the angel appeared. He knew what that meant. God had seen his attempt to create life, to usurp him of his most brilliant power. He could only hide as the angel searched his house, but Dr Frankenstein knew. He knew that the angel was only doing its rounds for show. It knew where he was, and it was only making a point of telling him that he was being watched.

I had apparently trashed the roof of an empty building. It had a weird room attached to the lightning rod that boiled Chrysalis, but was otherwise unremarkable. So I moved on to the last world, where I had dunked my hands into molten rock. I looked around at the desolate place. I didn't expect to find anything or anyone but I wanted to be thorough.

"It's over Anakin! I have the high ground!"

"You underestimate my power!"

"... Don't try it!" What the hell were they doing in an active magma field.

"Aaaaaaah!" Mister powerful jumped from his floating platform toward Mister high ground, but I could tell he had basically thrown his life away with that move. The other dude was in the perfect position to strike back. Instead of letting him continue his descent though, I ended up flying behind him and catching him by the back of his robes. He reacted and tried to swing his glowing sword thing back at me but I just opened a portal that ended up swallowing it whole.

"Hi. I have a question."

"Let go of me! I must-" I stuck his head in a portal for the moment.

"Cool. Are you going to yell at me too?" The bearded man on the shore just looked up at me, clearly tired and exasperated.

"No? Depends on what you're here to do stranger."

So the Anakin dude was apparently corrupted by some mysterious force called the 'Dark Side,' which was terribly named and unoriginal. I ended up just leaving him with the nicer older dude, just without his weapon. He promised he would figure out what to do with his wayward student/son/brother/friend, but in the meantime he was being kept in a steel cubed cage with no doors or windows. He had spaces to breath and spaces to be given food, but anything other than that was a security risk because he was a certified badass super-powered genius.

I stepped out of my portal back into the PokéCenter. All of the people I met, sans the nurse and Prof. Oak were sleeping in the chairs or in sleeping bags. Said professor smiled wide and waved to greet me. I made sure to speak before he could.

"I have to bring Chrysalis back home soon. She has to pay for her crimes and my friends are likely worried about me. Can I take a raincheck on whatever this is?" He let me go with a slip of paper with his phone number on it. Finally time to head back.

Yippee.

Author's Note

Here we go, Elfilis's first experience with world walking. Now if only he wasn't in too much of a rush to enjoy it.