The next day Pico woke up and saw he was in the same place as he was yesterday. What a shame. He wished it was all some sort of strange dream.

He shook himself out and started attempting to slither like a snake did. He wasn't a natural at slithering. He fell down again.

"Shit," he cursed as he flopped about like a fish.

He groaned as he tried to use his tail to lift himself up. It didn't work and he landed on his tail. Thankfully his uzi wasn't attached to his tail.

Before he could attempt again he heard scuttling of feet quickly approach him and a silly beagle-like Pokémon came to help him. Right. Boyfriend was some kind of Smeargle or something. Whatever that was. He didn't even seem that strong—At least, according to the battle strats he read before bedtime.

Boyfriend helped by pushing him up, only grunting as he did so. Pico didn't look his friend in the eye as he thanked him.

This shouldn't be so hard should it? Why was he the only one having a tough time?

Right. No arms and legs. Fuck. I never imagined snakes could have such a hard time moving about. Then again, they're used to it and I am not.

Boyfriend looked as if he wanted to say something to him, but he quickly approached the Glameow who was yawning awake. Girlfriend stretched and smiled warmly at Boyfriend and Pico.

"Good morning, Boys." She greeted as she started checking her body. Probably for the twigs that their beds were made of. How could Pokémon sleep being so uncomfortable? How could those strangers who came here before them deal with it?

Maybe Pico was just being grumpy. He was never really that much of a morning person anyways.

"Morning!" Boyfriend chirped with a genuine smile on his face. The tip of his tail was wagging. At least he was in a good mood. This lifted Pico's spirits a bit. Maybe he was just hungry.

"'Sup." Pico respond with a nod. It was a bad idea to nod. He fell over. "Shit!" He cursed as he tried to push himself back up again with his new tail.

He really needed to work on that.

Girlfriend giggled at the scene. "You look peeved, Pico. Don't worry. You'll get the hang of being a snake soon." She tried to assure him.

It didn't work as well as he was sure she wanted to. He didn't want to be rude, however, and just nodded his head. "I'm sure I will."

The three friends then walked as best as they could to the center of the headquarters where Pokémon were running left and right, not paying them much mind as they went about their day.

Man, what a busy place.

Pico then noticed their two missing friends talking with a badass-and-grumpy appearing gecko-like monster; his arms were folded and his foot was tapping. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

The three approached the three talking Pokémon, pushing past a few stray Pokémon as they neared.

"So that's where you were! I was wondering where you guys went." Girlfriend giggled.

The three Pokémon turned around. "So you're the new Pokémon—er humans to come here. Hmm, you don't look that powerful." The green gecko judgmentally remarked with a paw on his chin thoughtfully.

"What?" Boyfriend wonders in confusion as his face contorts from a silly one to a more off put expression. "What do you mean?"

Pico was also confused. And a little insulted. He had a ton of power—fire power, that is.

Even Girlfriend was a little upset at this notion as she frowned.

The gecko cleared his throat. As he stared down the three humans with a little awkwardness he commented, "Right. You have no idea why you're truly here, do you?"

They all shake their heads. Pico just assumed this was another plan by Mearest and Dearest. It seems as if it wasn't so simple if this strange green gecko possessed the knowledge they need.

"Do you know why we're truly here, strange little gecko, dude?" Pico wondered out loud.

This question seemed to irk the strange gecko ever so slightly. "Do I know—Do I—urk. Of course I don't know why you're truly here. All I know is I've seen you on a strange piece of artwork." The gecko stuttered, flustered a bit.

He obviously didn't know how to properly respond. Pico wondered how much was actually known about this strange artwork. They had only been here for about a day and they were already hearing something about some strange artwork or some strange prophecy of them—it seemed to good to be true.

"Huh?" Girlfriend inquired. Confusion was alight on all three's faces. What was this about even?

"What do you mean? Is this a joke?" Boyfriend asked. The gecko shook his head. "No. It isn't a joke. Just forget about it. It's hard to explain. For now, introductions. My name is Churro. I know you guys probably don't know what kind of Pokémon I am. I am a Treecko. I am a member of this squad you see spread out in front of you. Nice to meet you."

The "Treecko" seemed friendly enough. Though he seemed a little grumpy still. Was this just how he was?

The Treecko offered his strange sticky paws out to Boyfriend who gazed at his paw like it was an alien before shaking it curiously. "Churro? Like the Mexican dessert?" Boyfriend asked.

Pico started to snicker. Why did every creature in this world have such weird names? Churro saw Pico's movements and rolled his eyes.

"Yes. That's my name. Don't make it too hilarious you weird jokesters." Underneath his breath, Pico somehow heard him grumbled, "Why do all these idiots think my name is funny? It's not like I make fun of every boring Joe or Jimmy out there."

To be honest, it wasn't nearly as weird as being called Witness, Tudi, and Tisa. This one had a nicer ring to it. It's just funny this guy was called "Churro."

Does he even truly know what a churro is? Doesn't seem like it. Seems a little too unknowing about the other worlds to know what a churro actually is.

Either way, this was off topic and unnecessary.

"Hey guys!" Nova exclaimed with a loud chirp. "How'd you sleep? You guys were sleeping like baby Pichu!"

Huh? Baby Pichu? Is that another critter of this world.

"Huh?" Boyfriend grunted.

"Oh right. You have no idea how our world works. Oops. Anyways, Churro here was just talking to us about helping you guys get settled in, you know? He's offered to show you around Poke Town as well as explain to you how our system of battling works."

"No rap battles?" Boyfriend inquired once more with a tilt of his head. Pico almost chuckled at the interest. Boyfriend really wanted to rap battle. Supposedly because he was the best at it.

"Well, er, no. Again, we do not fight with strange lyrics. We fight with paw and head. Though, there are some Pokémon that know Perish Song. Which is like a sort of song type move—it's a normal type move."

For a second Boyfriend got excited, almost bouncing up and down at the notion of fighting with song.

"You really like fighting with music, huh?" Snickers inquired with a slight intrigue. Boyfriend nodded his head swiftly.

Snickers almost smiled.

"Well, I'm sure you can find something to do with that singing voice you got. How about this, let's fight your way. I want to see what makes this 'rap battling' so appealing to you."

"Yes! Yes please! Let's rap!" He exclaimed with a slight crack in his voice coming from his excitement.

Nova giggled. "We should go outside, then—I will join as well. Hey, Churro. Do you want to rap battle as well?" The shiny Murkrow wondered as she arched her brow.

The Treecko nearby shrugged his shoulders; he cleared his throat. "Nah." He remarked. "I won't join in. I am, however, interested in this strange way of song battle that this human Smeargle has offered."

The Treecko tapped his toes as Nova squealed with excitement. "Yes! He rarely joins anything seemingly fun these days. He's boring—"

"Hey!" The grass type starter exclaimed with a slightly enraged face. 

"Sorry, but you know it's true. You're mostly a stick in the mud half the time we try to do anything fun." Nova roasted while Snickers stared at her paws as if she didn't want to get involved—perhaps she just didn't want to get in trouble.

The Treecko huffed in annoyance. "Then why are you even friends with me, you children?" He groaned.

How old was this Treecko?

Pico just assumed he was around the same age regarding the idea that he was speaking to them as if they knew each other. But it seems this Treecko might be way older than these two apparent kids.

"We're not kids, you old fart. We're twenty one years old and pending! But in all seriousness we hang out with you because..." Nova began before she trailed off.

Snickers gazed at her in confusion. "We hang out with him because you feel obligated to. He doesn't have many friends around here, does he?" Snickers initiated.

Nova's eyes lit up. "Right! Because we're nice Pokémon! Anyways, thanks for coming to have fun with us! It means a lot!" Nova cheerfully exclaimed. Though, her demeanor seemed to argue with her cheerful self as she started to play with her feathers and pick a few out.

She was molting.

Churro smiled. "It's nothing." He responded, though he looked away from Nova. "I don't really get out much anyways. Though you do remind me of someone. Can't name him off the top of my head. Has quite the enthusiasm like you, that's for sure."

All six friends-and-acquaintances walked out a door nearby. This wasn't the usual door, however. It lead near the back to a strange looking rectangular field marked with a strange ball in the middle as well as a divider—was this where their battle would take place?

Pico wasn't much for being off to the side, however, this battle didn't include him. He knew that this wasn't even a real battle and that Boyfriend wouldn't need help. He, however, couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed he wasn't out there himself.

A whole entire open field to fight and he wasn't given the opportunity to shoot things. What a shame.

The six Pokémon stopped together. "So what now?" Girlfriend asked them. Churro pointed to one end of the field. "For starters—not related to the Starter Squad, one party goes to one side of the field and the other goes to the other."

All three dimensional travelers were confused. "What sides?" Boyfriend inquired as he slowly walked towards the ball indention in the middle of the field.

Churro sighed. He seemed frustrated at the prospect of explaining things even further.

He put a paw against his temple. "You see the markings? There's a rectangle drawn out here with a Pokeball in the middle of it. This is the battle field we used for practice and fun. There's a marking in the middle near the Pokeball. Do you see it?"

Boyfriend, Pico, and Girlfriend all looked to the middle of the field. Pico saw the "ball" and noticed a line going near and through it.

Boyfriend nodded. "I believe I see it."

"Good. Pick a side—it doesn't matter which, and run over to it." Churro orders as he points to the battlefield.

Boyfriend nodded in complete understanding. Like a dog—which he probably is, he ran over to one side and excitedly started twirling his microphone. It was like he was waiting for this his whole life.

Nova and Snickers both giggled, though Snickers' giggle was almost inaudible. They exchanged glances briefly before they both walked together over to the side to the right of Pico.

"Are you ready?" Nova asked Boyfriend with a glimmer in her eyes. "Yep!" Boyfriend exclaimed and Girlfriend's eyes widened with sudden realization.

"Wait one moment! I've got to go grab something." She remarks as she runs inside. Pico was wondering why they were about to start without that strange radio Girlfriend sat on when he rapped with his pal.

"So..." Snickers began awkwardly as she twiddled with her claws. "Do you guys know how to fight with moves? I know you can fight with weapons and song obviously, but have you taken the opportunity to figure out how to use the attacks you have in this world?"

Boyfriend shook his head. "No. Sorry. Pico here is still trying to figure out how to walk, so I think that's my main priority—that, and to make sure we can find a way back home." Boyfriend remarked.

It seems as if he didn't really have much thought on how they were going to get back home.

Pico was at least appreciative him being able to walk was a main priority.  I wonder if there's any way to figure this out without these creature's help; Probably not.

Soft paws could be heard and Girlfriend had returned. She was softly grunting as she carried the heavy stereo. Now they could start.

"Alright. Now we're all ready." She meowed as she casually sprung on top of the radio, sitting promptly with a happy smile on her face as she waited. Her tail twitched slightly.

"Alright. Let's go!" Nova cheered as she briefly flapped her wings to take flight before the rap battle started.

There wasn't really that much to the rap fighting. Most of it was just Boyfriend accidentally knocking Nova and Snickers over and repetitively apologizing for it.

Eventually everyone had a chance to show off their voices—excluding Churro since he didn't want to participate. Pico was especially impressed by how good and pristine both Nova and Snickers' voices were.

It sounded as if they sung and practiced before today. They didn't miss a beat.

Eventually, however, Boyfriend's fun had to end. They spent the whole day singing and having fun. They didn't even eat until Boyfriend's stomach started to grumble.

"Alright. That's enough. It's starting to get dark out. We will begin your training in the knowledge of our world tomorrow. Let's go inside." Churro remarked.

All three nodded and Pico couldn't help but wonder what was in store for them now. Especially since there was still that strange plant Pokémon who came with them. Speaking of which, what happened to him?

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Author's Note: I'm much happier about this chapter than the other one. Maybe because that other one felt like a filler? Oh well.

Anyways let me know your thoughts on this. This has been getting progressively longer and longer as I've written it. Either way, thanks for reading! 😃