Varian's Mystery Dungeon Chronicles

Chapter 2

The next morning started rather normal. I yawned as I began to wake up, wiping all the tiredness from my eyes as I rose up.

Once my vision cleared up, I took notice of my surroundings. Everything stayed the same. The bookshelves, the black box with the science tools and necessary clothing in, even my large nest, but what I mostly noticed were my yellow furred paws.

"I'm still the same," I frowned. "The way I look...I'm still a Pikachu. But why would I transform into a pokemon?"

I looked at the ceiling and thought really hard, trying to concentrate. I tried to remember. I tried my old life as a human. What I did, what I was, or who I knew. But for some stubborn reason, my brain was being too stupid.

"I don't understand this at all," I muttered. As I climbed out of my nest, I quickly remembered something. "Oh, that pokemon....I think it was Amara?"

I began to remember the shenanigans I got into the other day. Meeting sweet positive Amara, the worried pokemon mother Butterfree, saving Caterpie, Amara lending me the house  that used to belong to her family's pokemon friends, and finally, the whole rescue team thing.

"We promised to make a rescue team together," I recalled as I sighed. "I wonder how Amara's doing. I should go out."

I slowly approached the door and opened it. Much to my shock, Amara was in front of my house, curled up into a small ball, seeming to be asleep. As shocked as I was, I had to admit. She looked so peaceful and cute sleeping like that.

I slowly approached her, and once I got close I reached one of my paws out in an effort to carefully shake her.

"Hunh?! Oh no!" Before my paw could make contact, she quickly jolted awake. However, once she saw me, she began to calm down.

"Ahaha, sorry," Amara  apologized while laughing nervously. "I've been so excited about today, I've been waiting here since dawn. I must've fallen asleep."

"Oh... that's alright," I said. I definitely wasn't creeped by the fact that this pokemon decided to wait at my house for me since 6:30.

"Well...today marks the start of our rescue team," Amara told me with a proud grin.

"Right," I said, looking more determined. "So, how does these rescues work? Do we have to go looking for pokemon that are in trouble, do they just send us letters-"

"They send us job offers, which is kinda like sending letters," Amara explained before she frowned as her ears drooped. "But the thing is...we haven't got any job offers yet."

"Oh..." I said as my long ears lowered down in response. That was when Amara looked at my mailbox, which was currently filled with new letters.

"Maybe there's something in the mailbox?" She suggested. She walked over to my mailbox, and began to pull all the letters out.

"I knew it'd be here, the rescue team starter set!" Amara said with a big grin on her face as she pulled out a small box out of my mailbox.

I looked at her with confusion. "What's that?" I questioned rather curiously.

"They always give you one if you start a rescue team," Amara explained as she began to open the box. She pulled out some sort of badge, a toolbox, and some newspaper.

"Yes, there are some good things in here," Amara beamed and turned to look at me. "First off, the rescue team badge, it shows we're a rescue team. This is a toolbox, use it to carry items you find in dungeons. Let's put the stuff Butterfree gave us in here for now. Items are very useful, so let's use them on our adventures. And finally, a copy of the pokemon news. It's useful for rescue teams. I'll put the pokemon news in the mailbox, so you can read it later on."