Ringing. That's all Luchell could feel at first: an awful ringing echoing through his head. From the moment he gained consciousness it was a little overwhelming, leaving him immobile and unable to open his eyes; nor could he hear or feel much. For the first moments, it felt as if the noise had been wracking his brain for hours, even though he had just woken up. Those first seconds were the longest, but soon Luchell rolled himself off of his back and only just pushed himself up onto his knees, clutching his head with a tiny clawed hand. On the inside, he could feel himself reeling.
"Mnn... What happened?" he mumbled, only loud enough to make out what he said himself. Everything was still obstructed by the noise in his head, so it was hard to hear even his words. "Maybe I..." Luchell abruptly stopped. 'Maybe I what'? Where was he going with that? What was he about to say? His thoughts stalled when nothing came up—he wasn't even sure himself what. It was a strange gap.
As the seconds passed, the ringing began to die down and Luchell could start feeling the rest of his senses return. He could make out some shouting and make out the natural light through his eyelids. When the boy tried to open his eyes, though, he was forced to squeeze them shut again right away from the burn of light. It felt just the same; he must have had them squeezed that tight from the beginning.
Giving his eyes time to get used to the lighting, Luchell decided to focus on the shouting instead. He could hear it more clearly now that the noise rattling his head was subsiding. Someone was shouting about something working, and he could soon hear clearly a couple of other voices nearby—shouts and cries, some more subdued than others. As he listened, he flexed his free hand and arm a little. Something felt off. His hand, his arm, elbow... He investigated with his other, scratching his head a little to feel what felt like short, velvety fur.
Luchell finally opened his eyes to get a look at what was going on. When he looked at his hands, he saw claws, and attached to those claws were wings. He stammered a little, confused, as he examined his wings, his body, then reached up and felt himself grasping at a huge pair of ears. Looking around, Luchell realized that he was surrounded by Pokémon. "I... Am I a Pokémon?! What happened??"
Now that was an odd question. He wasn't supposed to be a Pokémon, was he? No, he had clear...feelings of being human.
That didn't make any sense; why couldn't he remember?
The little Noibat looked toward the Pokémon whom had been shouting about something working. An Abra? No...Alakazam—Luchell was sure he knew that much. It sounded like Alakazam would be the one to know what had happened, if anyone; but, confused, Luchell felt a bit withdrawn. Instead of asking, he decided, for now, to listen to the others, wondering if they were all in the very same, bizarre situation.