Jed had been walking with the Sneasel for a few minutes now, utterly silent the whole way through. The only noise drifting through the forest was the crinkle of leaves, the whispering wind, and the occasional crack of a twig underfoot. It wasn't eerie, it was just…peaceful.
"I might have to give you a name," said Jed finally, not breaking stride.
Sneasel snorted. "You Pokémon trainers, you're all the same, thinking that you can just choose the name of your Pokémon. If I was a baby, then maybe I would understand. But I'm not. And besides, I already have a name."
Jed partially tripped over a root and caught himself, his eyes suddenly more wary. He wasn't even a little high anymore, but then again, he didn't know how much time had passed – for all Jed knew, Mewtwo had cleaned him out when he'd brought him here. "Eh, fair enough then. What's your name?"
"Bruce Lee."
The silence resumed for another minute or so. "That's not your name," Jed finally said, his words drawn out as though he was afraid to offend the Sneasel.
"It might as well be." The Pokémon sighed, but he didn't sound particularly frustrated, and a grin was still spread across his face. "Fine, you can just call me Bruce if you want, I don't want anything to be weird for you."
"I'm talking to a Pokémon, trying to search for Mewtwo because he interrupted me while I was over at a friend's house in order to tell me that I was important for something…something I still don't know or understand, come to think of it…and this Pokémon is telling me he doesn't want things to be weird." Jed groaned. "I swear, I've got to be going insane. There's no way that all of this is real.
"You're taking things out of context," Bruce said wryly. "All I meant is that I don't want things to be any weirder for you than they absolutely have to be. We're on the same side here, mate."
Jed suddenly felt a weight in his pocket – nothing particularly heavy, but it was at least notable that he felt he should pay attention to it. "Huh?" he muttered quietly, reaching in to take the 'something' out. It so happened to be a teal Pokeball with a black mesh interwoven on top. Jed glanced at Sneasel now, who was staring at it with a perplexed look on his face. "What do you think this is for, Bruce?"
"For me, Captain Obvious," Bruce said, rolling his eyes once again. "It…it looks like a Net Ball," said the Sneasel, and a note of dismay was in his voice. He blinked, and the look on his face suddenly became angrier, fierier. "A net ball is usually better for catching bug and fish Pokémon, you know that – right? Mewtwo's mocking you or something, that's what I'd guess. He knows I'm not either of those types, but he wanted to screw with you. That chode."
"Umm, sure," said Jed. "Do you think he's –" Jed suddenly stopped moving, listening to whatever he thought he'd heard. It almost sounded like human voices from a bit farther ahead. He glanced at Bruce.
"I heard it," the Sneasel said softly.
Jed started walking towards the noise now with Bruce in tow, glancing around occasionally to take in the forest's view. As he got closer and closer, he noticed a multitude of people who – well, to put it lightly, they didn't look particularly at-home in the Pokémon world. Granted, Jed didn't either, with his striped scarf and general hipster attire, but it tipped him off that something might not be right.
"Hey, you," called out Jed when he was fifty feet away, not to any of the people in particular. He just wanted to be acknowledged, and to know that they weren't yet another figment of his imagination. "With the face! Hey nig nog, where are you guys headed?"