You find yourself in a serene meadow of a place you have no recollection of. It seems oddly familiar. As in you think you ought to know where you are for some reason.
You look down to your belt to see what looked like three pokeballs on your belt. Are you really in the pokemon world, or are you slowly dying in the real world having a hallucination? Only one way to find out.
Doing something you've always wanted to do. "I choose all of you," you say throwing out the pokeballs which to your surprise pokemon came out. This team was chosen based on your thoughts at the time of being hit by Truck-Kun at the time.
On the left is a Wartortle because you were thirsty, in the center is a Ryhorn because you thought that getting hit by a truck was probably what getting hit by a rhino was like. And on the left is a Gardevoir because the images of the lewd pictures you've seen of the psychic fairy were in your mind when you got hit. You big perv.
"Hey, Wartortle," you tell the blue turtle, "I need some water in my face so can you-" you were cut off by a Water Gun attack to the face, learning that this is all very real. Not a hallucination indeed.
"Yeah, thanks." you say getting off the ground. Now what are you going to do?
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