Pokémon Soul

Chapter 4.5 - Trichotomy, Continuation

"THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!" An enraged, short, freckled boy wearing a white polo shirt and green shorts with a dark, golden brown taper screams, staring at a knocked-out blue duck. The scream created a large echo throughout the coastal forest, even causing trees to rustle.

"Hey, watch your language." A tall boy with black, long hair wearing an oversized black shirt with a skull on it and baggy black cargo pants responds, holding a blue and white ball with a holographic blue screen on it in his hands. "Soo... What's the score?" He asks, smirking while throwing a ball up and down.

"... Zero to four..." The short boy grumbles. "Listen, you have more experience than me and quaxly! If you just let me use Pangoro I can win!" He says, pointing at a large panda.

"Mhm... Okay, bud." The tall boy responds, smirking. He stops throwing it and clicks a white button in the middle of it, making the panda get sucked into the ball with a bright red light.

"Wait, where are you going? Quaxly isn't done yet! Right, Quaxly..?" He looks at a white duck with a large teal crest on its head who seems to be half-conscious.

"Psh. I'm not hurting that poor lil guy anymore. He's gotten all the battle experience he needs from Pangoro. Battle someone else."

"Fuck you." The boy yells.

"Love you too!" He waves while running off.

The boy kicks a rock and looks at his Quaxly trying to stay awake.

"Why can't I just.."

PSHH!

The boy hears a large thud behind him and a huge dust cloud kicks up. He slowly picks up a red and white ball and returns the Quaxly to it. He then investigates where the dust cloud came from...

Daxon landed face-first onto a bush.

"Ughh..." Dazed, Daxon gets up from the bush and sees a dark figure in front of him. "AAAAAAAA-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The boy yells, quickly taking out his phone, and shining a light on Daxon. Realizing the figure is a person, Daxon stops screaming and gets an embarrassed look.

"My bad..." Daxon gets up from the bush and looks around. "Where... am I?"

The boy looks at Daxon with a confused

look on his face. "Uhh... Bubblewood Coast... Who are you..?"

"Is this in Verdera?!" Daxon asks, looking around frantically.

"Yes... Who are y-"

"WHAT UNIVERSE IS TH-" Daxon yells at the top of his lungs, looking terrified.

"WHO ARE YOU?!?" The boy screams at Daxon, knocking him back into his senses.

"S-sorry... My name is Daxon." Daxon answers apologetically, still puzzled about where he is. "I'm from Tropicova."

"Tropicova? Why are you in Breeza?" The boy asks, looking as puzzled as Daxon was.

"BREEZA?!" Daxon grabs the phone and looks at the map. He was currently hours away from Tropicova. "Well fuck."

"How'd you even get here..? And what was with that big rustle and the dust cloud?"

"Well... Long story can't answer. I just need to get back to..." Suddenly Daxon realizes something. If he was in Breeza... Where was Oshawott and Oliver? Realizing this, he gets increasingly stressed and frustrated, even starting to tear up.

"Uhmm..." The boy looks away from Daxon, and a realization hits him. "Y'know. I could get someone to bring you to Tropicova... Kazuki probably won't mind."

"No... That's not my problem right now." Daxon ponders if he should tell the boy his story for a minute,  as he seems extremely confused and worried and realizes that telling him isn't gonna hurt him or anything.

"This is gonna sound dumb, and you probably won't believe me but... Basically, some weird shadow attacked my roto-phone, me, and Oshawott. Then outta nowhere, some weird portal thingy appeared and it brought me... Here." Daxon explains.

"Uhhmm..." The boy scratches his head. "Is this some sort of social experiment? Or..." He ponders, and mutters something under his breath, sounding like it included the words psych and ward.

"NO! I'm not kidding! You have to believe me!" Daxon pleads, grabbing ahold of the boy's hands. Suddenly, the Quaxly charges at Daxon and shoots a focused beam of water at him, thinking he is attacking his trainer.

"QUAXLY! WHAT THE FUCK?!" The boy yells at the duck. After taking enough physical and mental damage, Daxon faints directly in front of the boy's feet. Startled, worried, and confused as hell, the boy calls a number labeled "Kazuki"