#thewanderingalien

3. Lost in the woods

Cheren swore under his breath, following his Stoutland through the winding forest path. Tam was several yards ahead of him, trying to use his sense of smell to get them back to the clearing they had been resting in. Unfortunately, Cheren got the impression that the pollen in the air was throwing off Tam’s scent, since his poor dog kept sneezing every few seconds.

It was getting dark, and Cheren bit his lip, trying to remember the last time he’d had to camp in the woods. He didn’t have many supplies with him, and his only Pokemon was Tam. It was supposed to be a simple research outing, since Bianca had mentioned that the Pokemon population was shifting again and Cheren was on the lookout for different species... but of course, any sort of outing with Tam inevitably getting distracted and running off by himself. And this particular time, he’d run so deeply into the woods that even Cheren couldn’t gather his bearings. Everything looked exactly the same...

“Huh?! ‘Owned’… I’m n-not- Sir, do you think I am some kind of slave? I-I’m not…! Wh-why would you throw stuff at me too…?” Poor Vivi grew more and more confused and conflicted with each passing second. She is becoming so uneasy, hysterical even, as to this… strange man’s actions. This is not a good sign. Definitely not.

“A-aren’t you a... Pokemon...?”

Considering the fact that it was talking to him, it likely wasn’t. Unless N had rubbed off on him somehow. Completely unlikely.

In that case, though, he should probably be feeling alarmed at whatever this sentient, decidedly inhuman creature was.

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell... In that case, I’m just going to, uh... take my leave...”