| abstract | - A weird war-OOsh sound made me open my eyes and sit up. I looked around the small room in the inn where Screech and I decided to stay for the night. There wasn't anything strange that I could see. Screech was asleep in the bed next to me, our stuff was all piled up by the door. The fire in the fireplace was still crackling, though it was starting to go out. The moon was shining through the one window, illuminating the dragon/insect leaning against the window---wait, WHAT?!? I rubbed my eyes and looked at the dragon/insect. It had a long striped tail with three small spades at the end, two big antenna-like horns on its head, a pair of rhombus-shaped wings on its back, and translucent red covers over its eyes. The Flygon (for it was a Flygon) was wearing what looked like a scouter from Dragon Ball over its right eye, a chestplate with spikes on the shoulders and a strange symbol in the center, and a scabbard for a katana on a belt around its waist. There was a tattoo that matched the chestplate's symbol on the Flygon's forehead. Again, I started to decide what moves I could use if the Flygon was hostile. But as I was remembering the list of Tyrunt moves, the Flygon held up its hand. "Relax, kid," he said in a gruff voice. "I'm not here to hurt you." "You...you can read my mind?!" I asked. "Nope." He crossed his arms and leaned against the window again. "You've just got an 'I'm making a list of moves that can take you down' look on your face right now. Seen that on a buncha Poké-Terrans, always because I just randomly appear." "Poké-Terrans?" I echoed. "Humans who got turned into Pokémon," said the Flygon. "Ok... So why are you here?" I asked. "I'm supposed to...ahem...'train' you to survive in this world," he said, making quotations with his fingers at the word "train". "It was supposed to be Volt's turn, but she was all like, 'Nooo, I have to keep training the Butterfree, he's still not ready,' and I said, 'But it's your turn and you know I've had bad history with Fossil Pokémon,' and she said, 'Please, Buzzwing? I know it's not your turn yet, but for me, pleeeeaaaasssseeee?' and, well, let's just say that I only agreed to this so that she'd stop bugging me about it." "Um...what do you mean by 'train me'?" I asked, getting out of the bed. "I mean that I'm going to teach you how to publicly rub yourself with Oran Berry juice and sing showtunes without feeling humiliated," Buzzwing said sarcastically. "What the heck do you think I mean?!?" "But...I promised Screech that I wouldn't leave this room until morning." Buzzwing sighed and clapped a hand over his face. I heard him mutter something that sounded like, "Why did that jerk Icepaw get to train the Pikachu?" before he cleared his throat and said, "I think it'd be best not to explain, but this is all a dream. "I'm part of an organization of Pokémon called the Resistance---we're not resisting anything at the moment, though. We just call it that 'cuz the founders thought it sounded cool. Each member of the squadron I'm in, myself included, is assigned to training Poké-Terrans to survive in this world. We all have the special power called Dreamwalk, which lets us enter the dreams of whichever Poké-Terran we're currently training. So we call ourselves the Dreamwalkers. We can change dreams at our own will, but they don't affect anything in real life unless we want the dream-changes to." Buzzwing snapped his fingers, and instantly the inn room changed to an empty, white void. "Is this where you're going to train me?" I asked, looking around. "Yep," Buzzwing replied. "I decided to change the dream's setting so that there won't be anything to accidentally destroy in real life. Sometimes that happens. Anyway," he continued, cracking his knuckles, "tonight I'm going to teach you the basics." I followed Buzzwing's lead as he taught me 'the basics'. It was long and I was thoroughly exhausted by the third exercise, but it wasn't that hard, I guess. By the time we finished, I was covered in bruises and a few cuts, but still relatively unharmed. "Well, kid," said Buzzwing, "you did better than I expected. Tomorrow night I'll teach ya endurance. Don't worry about the injuries; they'll be gone by the time you wake up. See ya!" And with that, the Flygon disappeared, and the white void faded away.
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