“Yes. I’ve lived as a Pokemon for the past few years now. I don’t
see a need to change back. I have a loving family and many friends
in the Pokemon world after all.” Yung smiled gently
“Oh, right. I can’t imagine why people wouldn’t miss you, you seem
like a really kind person, Yung!!” Christopher grinned, waggling in
the air. “What about your friends here? Do they miss their in-world
friends?”
“Oh! I thought you meant my friends in this group. My soulmate
probably is worrying her head off, and my brother would be as
well...” He grinned “To answer your question though, it’d be better
to ask them yourself, I can’t speak for them.”
“Makes sense.” He looked away for a moment. “Is it always this
group that gets whisked to another world? By what you’re saying it
is... surely not? Why would someone continuously whisk this group
specifically away?”
“You know? Yes it is always this group. Some of complain, some of
us just resolve this without complaint. I guess this is what it
means to be a ‘hero’” Yung sighed wearily
.-Erin would think-.
"It's just confusing... Being transported to other worlds or being
turn into different things... It's like someone is controlling our
lives based on the things they give us..."
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“Sounds an awful like it to me..” Christopher muttered. “Hey, I’ve
decided. I’m gonna help you all and you’ll never get transported to
another world out of you will again!!”
"That would be heaven Christopher." He stepped over and hugged him
appreciatively. "I'd love to introduce you to my family, especially
my son, one day. You really are a kind one."
“Aw you’re too kind!! I don’t really have much to do, and
considering this world’s current state, I want others to be happy
in the daylight too.” He smiled, hugging him back with his tiny
arms.