Hm... it appears I had taken things too dramatically. I'll be honest with you - NO ONE can be this broken forever. Davis was gone, Desia was going to give the world her iron fist/destruction sequence, we were too weak on our own to take on her... and, well, lying down and being literally broken doesn't really help as I narrate my tale. As everyone gathered around, I wish I knew what was after life...

Anyway, I had a bit of difficulty separating the Pokes away from myself. Candace was nearly attracted (I dunno which one, and I don't want to know) as well, but just managed to pull away. Tired of getting just one Poke a time, he signaled for an assistant of hers (or one of the accountants around here), who wore glasses and stood erect. He just stared at me and explained to Candace that he was a Bisharp, so nothing could be done there.

After two more metal Pokemon commenting on how I was a 'tricky customer', and an incident leading to someone trying to whack my Pokes away with a stick, they finally got one of the customers (who wasn't metal-based) to get over and help pull out my Pokes. It was embarrassing, but I did feel like home with all these other steel types... maybe, if I were to somehow become normal and stay alive at the end of all of this, I would work here without as much as a fuss. It was a nice place, with everything I wanted here.

Alas, I can't guarantee my safety. Maybe if someone stopped pleading for me to stay awake, I would actually try to get up rather than fading out from the noise. Eh, we can always blame Arceus in the end.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I tried to say without looking too bad. "I didn't expect that. I'll just leave now." Thankfully, as I rotated towards the exit and moved towards the light, I didn't attract Pokes from other people as I wandered into the daylight. "Urgh. Damn sun." I muttered, heading towards my team mates who seemed to have created a... well, lusty shop keeper, before somehow assaulting him without getting his attention. This world was certainly strange.