Map will go here -- sorry, life keeps me from making a quality map, I will have one
The room was quiet and somber, its atmosphere heavy with anticipation. It was a dark room filled with computer monitors,A group of scientists in white lab coats stood surrounding several computer monitors and strange machines with alternating glowing lights. A few looked intently at the data on the monitors, while others stared blankly through the clear glass wall that divided the scientists from a different group of people.
The group behind the glass were all unconsious in reclining chairs metal chairs. Protruding from them were a multitude of needles and wires, all connected to the computers to monitor the groups vital signs. A few scientists in sterile suits checked the group occasionally, but most of the time they were left to their own steady, deep sleep breathing.
"Sir," said a scientist looking up from his monitor, "the data collected from the tests is too unstable. We can't initiate inter-dimensional transport with so many variables still not checked and removed."
The scientist looking through the glass, obviously the group leader, at the unconsious group listended for a moment and then turned to the speaker. "I know the data," he said, his voice harsh and edged. "But we don't have time for reworking or retesting. The bridge between the Pokemon World and the Human World is at its closest now. If we wait even two days our only window of opportunity will be missed, and we miss our chance to save everything."
"But sir!" the other scientist said exasperated, "we can't risk a failure. Too much is at stake! If there is even one miscalibration the entire mission could fail, and we will have no chance to save anything!"
"That is why we are sending such a large group! If even one can make it we have a chance. There is no time. The world is at stake. We cannot hope for a miraculous scientific breakthrough to patch up the unknowns. Its now or never, and I choose now. Prepare the inter-dimensional transporter. The dungeoniers will be sent to the Pokemon World tonight."
His word was final, and within the the hour the preparations were made. Around the unconsious group a series of metal arcs was erects. And in the dark room monitors were activated to watch system stability and power.
"On my mark, activate the generators... Mark." There was a loud clunk and the whirring on generators. The metal arcs started to glow a subtle blue. As the whirring grew louder the arcs got brighter, until they were almost unbearable to watch.
"Systems stable sir."
"Excellent. Activate the dimensional energy amplifiers. Now."
Another clunk, and for a moment it seemed to go as expected. The arc's lights became mixed with an ominous floor, and the ground began to melt, as if it were becoming unstable and form a purple hole. Suddenly there was a loud boom the rocked the building. Immediately after the purple light turned to a sinister crimson, and the ground seemed to bubble and boil instead of gently melt.
"Sir! The amplifiers are degenorating! We have to stop or the entire system will fail!"
"Do not stop! We will see this through to the end!" The rift in the floor opened, and the boiling crimson portal opened beneath the unconsious dungeoniers. With a flash it covered them and swallowed them up through the dimensions. "Best of luck dungeoniers." Then there was another boom and an earth shaking explosion, ripping the building into pieces.
The sun shined down gentle rays into a small clearing in the woods. A small stream trickled downhill not far off. A soft breeze rustled through the early autumn leaves, and a few loose leaves fell to the ground in the wind.
Dante woke up slowly. His entire body ached and his head throbbed. Sitting himself up he tried to lift his arm to rub his forehead. But suddenly he snapped into full awareness. He knew he was moving his arm, but it wouldn't reach his head.
Looking down in a panic Dante jumped as he saw his arm. It was no longer a human arm and hand, but a small, white, waxy stub. Looking around him he saw a small clear puddle protected from the sun's evaporting rays. Running over-- well more hobbling than running --he arrived at the puddle and looked down into its reflective pool.
A silent scream escaped his lips as he stumbled back onto his back in shock. His reflection was not the human he thought he was supposed to be, but that of a small litwick. How could this happen? I am a human! Not a litwick! But I can't remember anything! Looking around him, several other Pokemon were awakening, with similar reactions.