Nico laughs and shakes his head. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I sort of want to know where you're from, though. You don't really see Froakie around here... or much of anywhere, actually." Well, given that you don't run into any other Pokemon of your species, like, ever... also, I'm a Gen VI Pokemon in a Gen III game. That tends to cause a rarity factor.
That, or they're just hiding really well. It's always a possibility, given that my species is made of ninjas. I need to figure out if I can figure out Water Shuriken before evolving, just for the sake of doing it right. I don't want to wait until after destroying the meteor, I want my stabby things.
I'm jolted out of these thoughts by the sound of flapping wings. "Hey, um, Nico... do you hear anything?" His ears perk up.
"Oh, it's Butterfree! She lives in Pokemon Square, same as me. Odd, she normally has her kid with her..." I turn around to see the butterfly approach. Funny enough, we're almost the same size now. Which is scary. I am a tiny ninja frog.
"Oh, dear... what can I do?" She's mumbling to herself. "They're just Exeggcute, but... no, that can't work..."
"Um, excuse me...?" I ask, approaching, because it's clear that Nico isn't going to at the moment. And, well, I need walking practice, because I have no muscle memory. That's sort of important to have, because doing so otherwise just means tripping a lot. "Is there a problem?"
She nods. "Yes. I was talking a walk with my Caterpie, when he fell into a fissure! I tried flying down for him, but there were ferals there, and..." She trails off, which I take to mean that she isn't much of a fighter, and was swiftly defeated. I'm not sure how that could happen, given that it's Tiny Woods, but that's apparently a thing.
"Huh. You want us to get him for you?" Nico asks.
"Who's us?" I never agreed to this, technically. "I mean, I'm not saying I won't do it, but you could at least ask!"
The Normal Type rolls his eyes. "Fine. Will you please help me clear the terrible Mystery Dungeon in search of a cute kid?" His voice is dripping with sarcasm. Oh, this is definitely the start of a beautiful friendship.
"Sure thing." I turn and... Butterfree came from this direction, right? That means the Dungeon is this way. Which means my first mission is about to go underway.
As I walk, the world around me shifts and changes until I'm in the middle of a clearing where only two paths are at all passable. A few seconds later, Nico shimmers into existence next to me. So, seriously trippy. And this is my life now. I need some form of impulse control, because I clearly don't have any if I'm agreeing to this sort of thing.
It's not too much to hope that Rayquaza spontaneously decides to look up, right?
In this world, there seem to be three types of Pokemon. Civilized, wild, and feral. Civilized Pokemon, like Nico, Butterfree, and now myself, live in towns and things, write using the Unown alphabet and footprint runes, and exchange money for goods and services in markets that stay in the same place. Wild Pokemon live in non-Dungeon forests and at the ends of Dungeons, don't care to send Rescue Requests, and exchange money for goods and services in the randomly-appearing Dungeon shops.
Finally, we have the Feral Pokemon. They live solely in Mystery Dungeons, attack anyone who enters their line of sight, and seem to follow a set programming as they do so. So, you know, just like NPC Trainers. They can also stop being feral if fed enough Gummis, but those are rare, so I'm not giving them up for the sake of some random Bidoof or something.
Not that I particularly care, as I've never met a Wild or Feral Pokemon. This is just what I've managed to probe out of Nico in the last half hour, because Dungeon floors are long and boring. I know talking too loudly might attract unwanted attention, but I never said I was a good ninja.
"Seriously, though, did you live under a rock or something?" He asks. "How did you not know this already?"
I shrug. "I never really paid attention to when others were telling me something. Given that I ended up lost close to a Mystery Dungeon with no possessions, I think it's about time to change that." We turn a corner in the corridor, and that's when I see my first Feral Pokemon.
It's a Sunkern, which is bad, because while I can't list the Type Chart off the top of my head- at least, not yet, Water being weak to Grass is one of the three core tenets of Pokemon matchups. No bonus points for guessing the other two.
I freeze, and that's not a good thing, because it immediately targets me and attacks. And a word of advise for other young ninja frogs out there- Absorb hurts. Multiple Absorb attacks in a row hurt a lot, and I didn't even know Nico had that many Oran Berries.
Right. Real life. Not turn based. That's not a good thing, because with whatever Gardevoir did to make me a Pokemon, my impulse control is sort of almost nonexistent. Which is why I decide to punch the little sunflower seed in the face.
...Look, it's a very punchable seed.
...Also, if the results of the next Absorb are any indication, I apparently have Protean. Given what Gardevoir told me... I think that's supposed to mean that I'm adaptable? But I could have just been an Eevee, which is actually supposedly native to this area... oh, well. STAB on everything, and if I learn Dig, that means I can just stand away from Zapdos' beak and throw rocks at it or something. I know you're probably not supposed to throw rocks at Legendaries, but I am ninja frog. That means throwing things.
Besides, if it means not being kicked out of my first Dungeon adventure, I'll take what I can get.
The rest of the trip down to Caterpie is spent trying to figure out my new Ability without Nico thinking I'm crazy. Well, not that type of crazy, anyway. I probably fit someone's definition. It turns out that my Water Type comes back after about five minutes, give or take fifteen seconds or so. As the fights we get into here generally last little more than one, it's not a big deal.
Of course, this Dungeon is practically overflowing with Grass Types, so my saving grace here is the fact that PP isn't actually a thing. Which makes logical sense, there's really no reason to stop being able to, say, glare at someone short of eye strain. And by that point, a proper fight should already be over. At least if this run of the Tiny Woods is any indication. I hope it is.
Unfortunately, while the threat of running out of moves is gone, so is gradual regeneration, or at least the more nonsensical parts of it. So I've got marks where a Pidgey tried to peck at me by the time we find Caterpie. I have never been so glad to see a caterpillar in my life.
Even better, this means we're out of the Dungeon proper. "Thank Arceus, it's over!" I cheer, almost skipping forward before remembering the Meowth present. "This is the right Caterpie, right? Just checking."
Nico sighs. "Yes, this is Butterfree's kid. Figures he'd clear a Dungeon by accident..." The little insect turns around at the sound of our voices.
"O-oh... You're the Meowth from the bank, aren't you...?" His voice is quiet. Scared. I'm pretty sure it's my fault, if he recognizes Nico. Probably doesn't know what species I am, because there's very little reason for a kid who lives in the land of eternal Gen III to know what a Froakie is.
"Yes, that's right. I'm Nico. The crazy frog over there is Hana. She's a Froakie, a Water Type." Technically, I can be whatever Type I want, but there's no need to correct him right now. I'm not sure I could argue for Protean being an official Type, anyway.
So, instead I settle for glaring at him. "Who are you calling crazy?"
"You ran up to an Exeggcute and used it as a projectile weapon against a flock of Pidgey!" Okay, so maybe it wasn't my best idea, irrespective of the fact that it worked. But it's practice for Gravelerocks. I need that practice, because as a human I couldn't hit someone standing four feet in front of me. If I want to use ranged attacks, I have to fix this.
Preferably, next time, without getting a Sleep Powder to the face for my trouble. Which I admit was fully deserved.
"Either way, can't we continue this conversation later?" I suggest, hoping that the impressionable kid forgets this entire exchange ever happened. It might have been easier to tell the truth, given that I'm probably eventually going to be known around town as 'that one crazy Froakie' once this gets out, which will likely be a problem on my noble quest to make a dragon look up. "We should probably go before Butterfree has too much more time to panic..."
Fortunately, they go with it, and Nico doesn't bring up the Pidgey thing again. I'll call that a successful trip.