In which a disgruntled child explores
[The boy had been exploring Diglett's Cave. The tiny Pokémon provided quite the wonderful dose of chatter and Gio listened in with a single ear cocked. He was a stranger in a strange land, to them, though he had never felt more at home than when the ground Pokémon accepted him and became friendly, even welcoming, when he attempted to send telepathic pings toward them. No, no, he couldn't communicate in their language, but the messages came through in fairly accurate ways. A wave of friendliness calmed a protective mother Dugtrio, a small burst of happiness made a little group of young Diglett draw trails behind him with their tunneling.
And then he merely ceased to exist in that world and found himself in another entirely. The boy cast around a suspicious glance, bristling. Suddenly there was little to none of the rustling noises he heard, the light was different, the soil- No, the soil was definitely different. Nothing like this existed near Vermilion...
He ran a hand through the fine sand of the cave, drawing his jacket tightly around himself. Hmph. Okay.
Pressing on, Giovanni pulled his hat down to shield his eyes as he neared the exit of the cave. He glanced around. Tried to gauge where he was. And finally, finding nothing, he let out a hiss of frustration.]
Where the hell am I?
And then he merely ceased to exist in that world and found himself in another entirely. The boy cast around a suspicious glance, bristling. Suddenly there was little to none of the rustling noises he heard, the light was different, the soil- No, the soil was definitely different. Nothing like this existed near Vermilion...
He ran a hand through the fine sand of the cave, drawing his jacket tightly around himself. Hmph. Okay.
Pressing on, Giovanni pulled his hat down to shield his eyes as he neared the exit of the cave. He glanced around. Tried to gauge where he was. And finally, finding nothing, he let out a hiss of frustration.]
Where the hell am I?