Rain, pounding on the shored of a beach: this beach. The constantly cascading rain leaves dimples all over the face of said beach, and the dimples fade into eachother in what is surely the process of moving sand off into the ocean, were it not for waves replacing the sand.

Even taking into account a faint halo of light emanating from a not too far off town in the not too far off distance, barely any light is provided at this scene, save for the exception of flashes of lightning. Nothing here but lightning, thunder, and the white noise provided by rain. 

There is no doubt that this scene makes me have to go to the bathroom. Or, it would, if I wasn't a noncorporeal narrative. 

Speaking of noncorporeal presence of narrative, we can't appear to go anywhere. We, or I, must wait here at this currently rain-battered beach for whatever important first catalyst for a story will tell us why we're here. Then the actual story can begin. 

Oh, here it is! Okay:

  Just the sand, near a cave entrance, tears open an odd vertical pit, blueish. It seems to be a pit... in the air? Or perhaps out of nowhere. This "pit", however, only lasts for a partial second before a body tumbles out of it. The pit disappears as soon as the body touches ground.

I'm curious as to what the body is of. From what I can see, it's a human with no hair to mention.

A conviniently long flash of lightning provides the lighting necessary to see that the body is indeed a human of masculine yet lean build; unfortunately, naked. They have a head that a has been kept distinctly shaven. Along their face, freckles dominate their cheeks and nose ridge. Their skin tone is warm and tan, but determinably light. The flash of lightning ends as soon as a proper glimpse is seen.

Another detail to be taken in during that particularly long flash is that this human hadn't moved at all since they stumbled out of the strange pit. They also aren't moving now, lying on their back and getting bombarded with countless water droplets. This person is certainly risking hypothermia and pneumonia. Maybe some sort of foreign pathogen from the sea as well.

....

Hours have passed. At least for me: for readers, perhaps not. The storm is breaking up and it is still nighttime, and the tide now washes over this human. By all strokes of luck, the water only deposits them further up on the beach as opposed to washing them out to sea.

....

More hours pass for me and the sun is now rising; Now this human can be viewed in a more proper lighting. This human appears to be in their late teens and has shaved regularly, it seems. Everywhere, I believe: I don't really care to check to confirm completely. They also has quite a few scars along their and arms and torso. This is certainly a curious fellow.

Also, It's a good thing I have the sight of waves crashing about or I would have started rambling nonsense to fill in the spots where nothing happened. Boredom would have surely ensued for all involved parties.

Oh, hold on.

A Krabby! It's climbing a rocky portrusion overlooking the beach. It pauses and!... oh. It's blowing bubbles. 

It spews out a few as the sun is half above the horizon. It appears to have started a trend, as more Krabby crawl about on rocky cliff-places and begin spewing out their own bubbles toward the sunrise. Even a few settle for blowing down on the beach, and pretty soon, a storm of water cysts overtakes the sky above the beach. By the time the sun is above the sky, these send an arguably dazzling shower of semi-separated light in little glistens along the surface of the beach.

As this spectacle occurs, a rather defeated-looking chimchar strolls onto the beach, and once they sees the scene, theus eyes seem to glisten as the bubbles do. They head out into the middle of the beach and looks out at the horizon, decorated with these orbs of sparkle-water.

The chimchar slaps their hands together.

  "Wow," they coo, " I love this time of day. Especially when I'm feeling bad for myself. When all the krabby gether here and blow bubbles. They way the bubbles catch the light from the rising sun.... It could make anybody feel better!"

After a while, the chimchar happens to look to their left. Hereupon, they see the human on the beach.

"Oh my gosh!" they exclaim and rush over to what is perhaps a body. They nevertheless shake the human, seemingly unphased that the human is naked and lying on their back, "Are you okay?"

The human's eyes flicker open and scan the area around him.

"Where?...." They rasp. 

They prop themself up on their elbows and move their head to look at the chimchar next to them, then move their head to look down his body. They gasp, sitting upright, and brings their knees to their chest.

"Oh, phew, you're alive. You had me worried there!"

"...."

"So what are you doing here? I haven't seen anything like you before," the chimchar explains. Before the human can answer, as if they were able to anyhow, the chimchar gasps in a way that makes the human jump a little , "Wait a minute, you're a human!"

After a moment's pause for a few blinks, the human responds, "Yes, I am," Marking their first full sentence since they appearance. And I gotta say, that voice is kind of adorable. Like someone took the best range of low alto, wrapped it up in puppies and lingere, and turned that into sound waves. Their voice has maturity, however, as this sounds like the voice the end result of puberty.

"How did you get here?" the chimchar asks.

"I... I don't know. I think I came here to.... I don't know. I don't remember anything..." the human responds.

"You don't remember anything, huh? Well, that's curious... And a tad suspicious," the chimchar says, crossing his arms, "You aren't bad, are you?"

"Wha- Bad? I... Why would I be?"

"Well, you see, recently there has been an uspwing in bad pokémon. Pokémon everywhere are turning into criminals."

"Why's that?"

A zubat and Koffing float on-shore. They look at the chimchar give each other a quick glance, then look back. They chuckle and move toward him.

"Oh. Well, you see," the chimchar begins, " time is-"

The chimchar is cut short by the zubat slamming into his back, causing something to.. fall out of him?

Okay, the thing is a rock with a really neat symbol on it, but where did that thing come from?... Does he have a pocket dimension? Does he keep it-?

Eh, Whatever.

"Oooops," the zubat exaggerates, "my bad."

"Hey," the chimchar says, getting up, " What was that for?"

"Heh-heh. Isn't it obvious?" the zubat asks.

"We just wanted to mess with you," the koffing answers. The chimchar goes to muster a retort but the zubat looks down at the cool-ass rock on the ground.

"Oh hey now, what's this junk?" it asks.

"H-hey! That's my-"

"Actually ya know what, I take that back. That looks pretty neat," the zubat remarks, "think I'll take it."

"W-wait! No!" the chimchar pleads. 

The zubat hovers over the object and-

...

I would say he picks it up but it appears to have just gone into nowhere. I mean what even is the deal with this damn rock? It appears to just go into its own pocket dimension or some sort of hammerspace. Does this rock defy space-time? Does it make its own rules? This is the coolest rock ever! If only its power could be- aw, fuck it.

-and chuckles, accompanied by scoffs from its friend.

"Wassamatter? Not gonna try and get it back?" The koffing taunts.

The Chimchar shivers and slinks back.

"He-he-he-he," The zubat scoffs, "Tell ya what. If ya want it back, we'll be in that cave over there."

Hic dictis, they float on off to a cave to the left of the beach, snickering to each other ocassionally the whole way.

The chimchar shivers and sputters a bit, tears squeezing out of his closed eyes.

'Huh. They didn't seem to really notice me?' thinks- 

Wait, whoa, hold on. I can read the human's thoughts? Why couldn't I do that earlier? Maybe he needs to be conscious or.... 

I wonder if I can do that with other chraracters. Let me shift my focus on the chimchar.

....

Nope. Nothing. I can still see him failing to choke back tears, though. As sad a sight that is, it makes me wonder. Does this mean the human is the main protagonist? Can I only read the mind of the main protagonist? What happens if the human becomes uninvolved with the story? What happens if he becomes an antagonist, or a background character?

Questions for later.

Anyhow, the human looks at the chimchar with a pitying look on his face: eyebrows curving upwards and pulling up half his mouth to try and give off a sense of comfort.

The chimchar falls onto its butt (An: Why the fuck is there no serious way to say butt/ass?!) and buries its face into it knees. They begin sobbing softly.

'... I have no idea what to do right now. Even if this didn't just happen, I still wouldn't know what I'd do,' the human thinks. 

You know what, I'm tired of calling this person "the human". Let's see if my narrative mind-reading powers can find something out about them. Just give me a moment if you please...

...

Right: this human's name is Renny, and his gender is male. Excellent. Moving on.

A few minutes pass and the chimchar's crying lets up. They stand up, the fur matted down on its arms an legs in little streams. They turns toward Renny.

"You've.... you've gotta help me," he says in a wavering voice.

Renny raises his eyebrows.

"... what?"

"That's..." the chimchar begins, pointing into the cave with a quivering arm, "it's my personal treasure. It means everything to me. It's... please, just help me get it back!"

'I'd like to help,' Renny thinks, 'but, I'm... naked. and I don't know what I can do against pokémon. How'd I even get here anyways? Was I always a human?'

"Uh... you wouldn't happen to have, uh..." Renny begins.

The chimchar sniffles.

"What?" they ask.

"I... I need something to cover up..."

"What?" The chimchar repeats, apparently recieving no further clarification.

"Well, I'm... I'm naked."

"... Hold on. You mean... humans aren't normally naked?"

"No. I mean, at least I don't think so..."

"What?"

"Well, I mean I don't remember anything but I wouldn't be thinking that if it weren't true, right?"

"Huh. Well I guess that makes sense. But, there's not really anything to cover you up with. But that's no problem."

"Uh... It is to me."

The chimchar gives a brisk sigh.

"Well, think about it like this: all pokémon go around naked. Well... except for machoke and machamp... but we can find one of them to make something for you at a later time."

Renny pulls his knees closer.

"Well. Pokémon have natural cover or um... concealment for themselves. I... don't."

"Look, uhm... Wait, now that I think about it: I don't know your name. What's your name? Can you remember it?"

"Oh, yeah. It's... uh... It's Renny."

Okay so I guess we woulda figured out Renny's name anyways, but look at how many extra paragraphs of referring to him exclusively as "the human" I just saved. You're welcome.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Um. W-what's your name? Uh, if you have one."

"Oh. My name is Delrin." 

"Oh cool. You have your own name," Renny responds, sporting a smile.

"Yeah..." Delrin bring his brow together and blinks a couple times.

"How'd you get it?"

"Um..." Delrin pauses, looking up with his arms crossed, "Well, I don't remember. It's just always been my name. It's in footprint runes on a tattered old sheet of parchment at home describing me after I hatched from an egg. So It's just my name. But- please, Renny We're getting off-subject here!"

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Delrin gives a sharp exhale.

"It's alright," they say, "And I don't care if you're naked and I can see whatever you have. I need your help because you're really the only one who can help me. You're the only pokémon- er. Uh.... creature around that I haven't cowered away from yet..."

"Uh." Renny groans.

"Renny please! I garuntee you it's not a huge deal!"

Renny looks down to the sand. He looks around.

'I guess there really is nothing I can use,' Renny thinks.

Reluctantly, Renny stands up. Although his face quickly floods red in places not covered by freckles, Delrin doesn't so much as bat an eyelash or blink an extra time. Instead he cheers.

"You mean you'll actually help me?!" Delrin asks.

"Y-yeah." 

Delrin calms down and takes notice of Renny who is standing slightly hunched with his fist cenched, refusing to look anywhere but the ground.

"Hey. It's not that bad, really. There's not even anythin out of sorts. Besides... you being a human and all."

"mm-hmm."

"And it looks like you have some sort of natural cover-"

"Please stop talking about it."

"Oh... sorry."

".... Okay."

"Alright, let's go get my treasure!" Delrin says.

"mmm," Renny grunts.

Delrin heads into the Beach Cave, followed a metre behind by Renny.