[ WP ] A single pokemon appears in the real world .

`` so were you coming over?'' it was James, the new guy from work, I think people would describe him as'a bland face with a personality to match', he was just blank. 
 `` Uh, yeah man, see you tonight'' I do n't really have the high ground on this, I'm also what would be described as bland, a bit geeky or nerdy even, I'd seen most anime, read my way through the library and my hobbies included origami. *ORIGAMI. * Christ I need a life. which is where James comes in, he'd invited Me over to show me something, he said `` your life will never be the same'' hard to pass that up, even if he seemed a little sketchy, he was n't a threat, just another carbon copy of every other that's come along. 
 
 so I got to his house and he let's me in and the first thing I notice is this big pink welt on his neck, like a huge, bulbous sore. it looked like something had been sucking on him, but what could do that? `` Uh, hey James, have you seen a doctor about your neck there?'' he looked perplexed and felt around until he found it `` oh, sorry for that, I will be right back in a moment.'' he went off to I assume the bathroom for a creme or salve or something and I took a second and poked around, there was almost nothing here, no pictures or nik naks, barely any furniture, I knew this guy was new in town but did he come here with anything? 
 the only interesting thing in the room was box on the floor with chains around it and words scratched into the top, I walked over and read: `` ***Never Again Free*** 
 `` what the hell?'' leaned down and picked up the box. 
 `` oh, did..did you want to see that? it is not what I was going to show you but it is also of interest'' I looked up, James was back, he was kind of sweating now but it looked like whatever he did had fixed his neck, I could n't even see that thing now. `` what is this?'' I asked putting it in his outstretched hands. `` and where is all your stuff?'' 
 he stared at the box, he usually blank face showing some emotion I could n't put my finger on. `` I brought nothing with me when I came here, nothing but this, do you want a peek? you may have a peek-*ACHOO*'' he really was looking awful, `` we should hurry'' he said as he removed the chains and quickly opened the box, inside was a ball, about the size of a ping pong ball maybe, half red and half white. `` I did n't figure you for a sports memorabilia type, James'' I said picking up the ball. `` WAIT!'' but it was too late, my finger had grazed a button on the ball and, I do n't know how, but it *grew*, more than doubled in my hand, now the size of a baseball. `` wha-'' before I could finish my first of a million questions he slapped my hand knocking the ball to the floor. `` HEY! That *hurt! *'' I grabbed his arm as he moved back from me, now a few feet out of reach, but I was still holding his bicep.. connecting him to his arm were strings of pinkish muck. `` what, what are you??'' 
 he dropped the box and, as it fell, I saw what I missed the first time when the chains were in the way, it actually said 
 `` Never Again, I Free'' 
 he moved closer to me again and took hold of both my shoulders. I could n't get him off me, he grip was like iron. `` LET GO YOU PERV, IM LEAVING!!'' 
 
 `` *no*.'' 
 his voice did n't sound right anymore, and his face was changing too, he dark eyes and wide mouth were moving, like a rippling pond, and when it stopped I could n't believe it, I was looking at me! `` YOU FREAK! WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE A MONSTER! THATS MY FACE I'LL KILL YOU!, YOU'RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME? YOU. ARE. DEAD.'' 
 his reply came in my voice, from his mouth, and in one word: `` Ditto'' 

