>Blonde + blue eyes
>Hispanic name
>Japanese clothes
Something doesn't add up here, guys... I just can't figure out what....
What, don't you know about the contact and wig wearing hispanic child that was brought to Japan to work as a slave? She escaped capture and immigrated to wherever this takes place, and was only able to use the clothes that she had as a slave.
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Stanley got to his feet, feeling slightly groggy. That was a pretty big hit to the head he took. He tried to lift his hand to the back of his head, but Stanley's muscles didn't seem to want to cooperate. Strange... He felt like he was still kneeling. Or, perhaps, crawling? Whatever he was doing, his body didn't feel right. His eyes were still closed shut, and however he tried, they stubbornly refused to open. This wasn't normal. And his feet and hands... They couldn't feel! This was definately
not right. With all his might, Stanley wrestled to get his eyelids to open. They felt different, as with the rest of his body. There, they were open now. Grass. Oh, that's nice, at least there's something he can make sense of. It looked like it was well taken care of, and there seemed to be water nearby. Ah, there it was. Still in that odd state of stiffness, Stanley inched closet to the water. Only one thing went through his mind.
This is not my day. There, staring back at him with half open eyes was a pokemon. A stantler, to be precise. A stantler with a giant, curved, black nose. A stantler with big, dopey eyes. A stantler that had tiny, droopy stubs for ears.
"I'm hideous!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Wait, did stantler even have lungs? Oh, yeah, of course they did. Maybe. To tell the truth, Stanley knew almost nothing about pokemon, and now he was stuck as one. Or, was he? This could all be a dream. That idea shone like a light at the end of a dark, murky tunnel that was being a pokemon. He shoved his face into the water... and got a muzzle full of wet sand. "Uh. Gah! Pffffft!" Stanley wasn't used to the new shape of his mouth, and it went strait to the bottom of the shallow edge of the water. And, even worse, it wasn't in a human mouth. He was still a pokemon.
Ten seconds 'till I freak out...
Ten
Nine
Eight
Six
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Wait... My brains must still be rattled...
Seven
Six
Five
"...want to leave.This place brings up to much philosophical mumbo jumbo for my comfort," Stanley was interrupted in his countdown to uncontrollable flailing by someone's voice. Or, given the situation, something's voice. Stanley did his best to step back, but ended up tripping. Being a quadroped would not be easy. The voice came from a tyrouge. By it, there was a glalie and turtwig. There were a few others, such as an umbreon that seemed to have just came from the back of the group. Maybe he wasn't alone. If Stanley had learned one thing in his life, it was that being a copycat got you places. No, wait, he also learned that being rich rules. But
besides that, being a copycat got you places. He would just fit in, then take charge at the right moment. After all, he was a perfect leader, what with his great brains and all. Worries about how well he would be able to charm people as a stantler were clawing at the edge of his thoughts, but Stanley stepped forward anyways. Good, this time he didn't trip, though he still didn't trust his balance.
"Hello, I am Sir Gilleran Henry the Fourth, and agree with this tyrouge. We should leave," said Stanley in his most snobbish voice. "I ne-
We, need to leave this place, for our own sakes.