Houndour shook himself awake as the red beam re-materialized him into reality.
It had been a few days since the human had become His Human. It was a strange thing to think. His packmates had never been shy about how much they didn't like humans, the frail, bad tasting creatures were in the habit of taking over their space, breaking up their packs as they hunted for the strongest members and took them as their own.
Humans were strange creatures and his was no different.
"You ready to go, buddy?" Maybe his human was different. Looking up, the strange thing that he called his human reached down and put his hands over Houndour's head, rubbing his ears.
He couldn't help it, his tail started wagging and he leaned in to the touch. He crooned, a soft and low "Ho~und..."
"I got something for you, Sirius." His human had even felt it necessary to give him a name. Houndour didn't quite care but his human seemed to like it.
And his human gave him snacks when he responded to the name.
He struggled and tried to pull away as his human wrapped something around his head, being careful even as he fought. Humans weren't fragile, Houndour had seen some of them take on the flames of his old pack's master, Houndoom, and come back for more.
"There we go." His human pulled away, leaving the thing wrapped around Houndour's head. There were a pair of clear things in front of his eyes and he could feel a strap wrapped around his head. "Got you some goggles, buddy. They'll protect your eyes from the wind while we're moving."
Houndour blinked, adjusting to the way things looked. The edges of his vision were a bit closed in, edged in the bright red material that surrounded the clear stuff in front of his eyes. He nearly missed the sight of something long and green slipping into his human's sack thing.
"Hou-!" He started to growl, trying to warn his Human when they instead picked him up in one hand and grabbed the bag with the egg and green thing in his other hand.
"Alright, just stand right here, okay Sirius?" His human told him, setting him on the middle of the red piece of floor that stayed solid while it moved. "We're gonna head out and I want to get to Celadon City before nightfall."
Disgruntled, Houndour sat and watched his human slip the sack over his limbs so it rested on his back, overtop the old rust. The human had one leg of the platform behind Houndour while the other was on the ground below.
With a kick, they started moving. With another kick, they were moving even faster!
Houndour backed against his fearless human's leg, tail under his belly as the ground moved under them and everything moved by in a blur!
"You're fine, buddy!" His human laughed, kicking the ground again and pushing them both even faster forward. "I'm not gonna let you fall!"
Cautiously, Houndour nervously stepped forward on the wobbling platform. He watched the world change around them, watched the human dens fade away to be replaced with lush greenery. He could hear water moving and they quickly found themselves on a path running parallel to a stream.
His nose was smelling so many things, so many other PokeMon. There were Meowth nearby, probably watching. Pidgey and Spearow darted between the trees. Oddish would briefly poke their heads up and out of the ground, watching them pass.
Houndour's mouth opened and his tongue lolled out the side, the smells of so many PokeMon, so many trees and plants, this was fun!
He made the right choice, following the scary human!
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G: Well, found out where he's ended up this time.
J: This time? I thought he finished up whatever he was doing!
G: Mostly. He did leave behind a beacon so he could find his way back there, later. This time, though, he got trapped by a crossover god.
J: A... What?
G: Look, you know how I sort of have dominion over a lot of realities that are expressed as video games? Those have all got their own administrators, I don't have the time to micromanage countless thousands of realities.
K: You mentioned it's a 'Crossover' god? What does that mean?
G: Right. That. It's in an in-between space because two completely different forms of reality converge on that space. I have access to one side, the trio have access to the other. The Creator God there has a duty to deal with both of us and usually that involves telling us both to go get stuffed.
J: So, what? There's still nothing we can do?
G: It's a really weird branch. I'd suggest we get some popcorn. I'm gonna go place bets on how long it takes for A to get mixed up in time travel shenanigans.
K: He hates Time Travel, though?
G: I know. That's why it's so funny.
AN/ Short chapter but it gets done what needs doing. A bit of reactions up next, then pushing on to Pallet! Hopefully. If I don't get distracted.