Chapter #5Game start by: Juliet   It’s dark. Nevermind, it’s light. Black fades into grey then white. No longer is there the clinical hum of a laboratory. Now the din of nature fucks your ears, makes you clutch at your cranium with a groan. Eyes fluttering, you scan the horizon and swallow down what’s before you in horror. Globules of perception-data putter into your brain like suction through a milkshake straw. Everything’s big.
This place seems familiar. That’s right, you remember, I know where I am. An esteemed trainer globally, but native to Kalos, you’d traveled to the relative backwater of Kanto to do a bit of community service. The adults of Pallet Town had petitioned together for a Champion to visit and speak to the newbie trainers. Last time you were conscious, or rather prior to an all-white interludinous dream, you’d been on your merry way. Now, amidst towering blades of grass, you’d arrived sans five-ish feet and a tall order of inches.
Anxiety clutches at your heart. It festers and curdles. You’ve lived a long life and seen the absurdities that a Legendary Pokémon can cause, but somehow the concept of shrinking humans is beyond belief. And if you haven’t seen another yet, that might mean they’ve always existed. That complicates things. Maybe shrunken humans do exist, they just don’t live to tell the tale.
With that thought, living matter arches over the sky. Its identity is no mystery. The proud brow of a Pidgey stands sentinel atop a house, now peering at you with curiosity. You know what they eat. Your bladder nearly vacates itself.
“Back! Back now, Pidgey!”
A crescent of energy subsumes that all-knowing being, and then it’s gone. You follow the trail of blue to the hand of a youngster, his hand bearing a standard Pokéball. Arms akimbo, he wonders aloud what had held his ‘Mon so rapt. The fellow had no idea one of the finest Trainers alive was in his vicinity.
Then an older woman leans from her door, calling the boy inside. His sneakers kathud over the dirt trail and he disappears inside. For now you’re alone again. If you’re to return to normal size, you oughta get looking for some help.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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