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She listened to him as he talked, being very interested in how things went. Customers handwriting was apparently awful… but, wait, where’s her paper going? No! You mustn’t get distracted, Blaze, Customer Service might say something important. She listened until he pulled out the other papers to show her. She took the papers into her paws and squinted her blue eyes to try figuring out the customer’s name. She flipped the pages up-side-down, she tried to look closer, she even tried to figure out at least one letter from the name but to no avail! These customers can’t write at all! Wait… who’s name is that?

"Uh, C.S., who’s O.O.O.? D…DOD? I can’t read it it looks like an O… Why can’t people just write like normal human beings, C.S.?" She put the papers back on the desk. "How do you even put up with them? Even my own clients who are Pokémon can write better than this! And it’s all in Footprint!"

He snickered. “It’s actually DDD, because his name is Dedede. He writes three D’s for his signature, which is a little confusing at times. Sometimes I think he never learned how to write. And he’s a king, for stars’ sake.” Oh, good. It appeared she didn’t notice. He’ll just put that paper with her signature away and use it later. It was easy to scan someone’s signature and print it elsewhere. How would her name be useful? No thoughts came to mind immediately, but it was always best to be prepared.

"Hmm? You have clients? Pokémon clients? What do you provide for them?" he asked curiously.

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She then grew slightly confident. “Right! I’ve got this.” She fiddled with the pen a little, trying her hardest to position it right in her paw. She put the pen to the paper, but the pen fell out. Nope, not right. She repositioned it and after a few times of dropping the pen, she finally was able to write out her name. Obviously, it was horrendously sloppy. “Well, I think your signature looks really neat…” She then turned the paper around so Customer Service could see.

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"Sooo… how does it look…?" She asked, worried for the answer.

He took the page and had a quick glance at it before putting it down. “It’s good. I can read exactly what it says, and you added a paw print. Unique. I should show you some of my customer’s signatures. You can’t read them. No matter how hard you try, the writing is illegible. Well, that’s usually because they write it that fast, but then you realize that’s exactly how they write.”

While he was talking, he slowly put the paper with her signature away under some official forms. Hopefully she was too focused on his voice to really pay any attention to that. “I’ve sent requests to a few customers before asking— no, demanding they sign again until we could recognize it. I’m not taking five minutes out of my day reading choppy sloppy handwriting.

"Here. Let me show you some examples."

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She took the pen and examined it as if she’s never seen one before. Her concentration was then broken when she heard him reach back into his pocket to grab another pen. She looked and pin pointed exactly where he  pulled the pen from, just in case she had to ever steal one from him. Afterwards, she was just staring into space pretty much. (no pun intended on the space ship)

However, him sliding a form over to her and asking her the question quickly snapped her out of it. “Signing my name? Oh! Well, I write, but I never really signed out my name and stuff. My hand writing isn’t as pretty as yours for obvious reason.” She used her free paw to show that she didn’t really have human hands and her fingers weren’t that free due to some ‘webbing’ between them much like a poodle’s paw. “Hmmm… I can try though, I guess.” She then concluded, looking down at the form. “Er… Where exactly should I sign? These clicking sti— pens are really, really hard to get off.”

"Anywhere on the page is good. You do know how to sign your name, correct? If not, it can just be initials, or even an X. It’s just for practice, of course. It doesn’t have to be perfect."

He signed another page. “Look at mine. They’re mostly scribbles. Everything is usually typed nowadays and sent via internet, but signatures are still a very important part of business. Sometimes we send signatures electronically, but sometimes we like the old fashioned way.”

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She kept her eyes on the pen almost like a dog looking at a piece of steak. Those pens are so amazing, they click, they write, they sparkle, and are easy to find! At least, to her they were amazing. To everyone else, it was just a simple every day item. “Yes please! I’d like the clicking stick! Er— pen! If you don’t mind, of course.” She nodded excitably. She did still have the other few pens he’s given her and some she’s found on the ground, but it was something about grabbing another that made each pen feel special.

Just how many magic clicking sticks did Customer Service own? At the rate she goes when it comes to her taking his pens, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had little of them left.

"Eh." He shrugged his shoulders and handed over the pen. Clicking stick. That’s another way of naming it. He grabbed another pen from his jacket pocket and started signing his signature on some forms. C.S. Go figure. 

He pulled up another form, and slid it towards Blaze. “Hey, do you want to practice signing your name? Those pens are no use if you never write.”

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Her ears perked up a little when he said she could stay, and the little nub of tail on her rear end wagged as it was now visible without the fluffy fur. “R-Really? You’d let me stay? Thanks! Thank you sooo much!” She had quite a big smile on her face now, completely contrasting to the sad look she had before. “Oh! The anons— you know, the ones with magic! I was laying outside in the grass minding my own business when poof! My fur just vanished and a grey man was nearby! It was horrible and it still is but I’m not shivering now.”

She remembered how Customer Service hated those anons, so she was sure it wouldn’t take long for him to remember them possibly. “Without my fur, I’m obviously cold, can’t make fire, and embarrassed… my scar on my muzzle is even visible, and I hate it! It’d be like you having to walk around without clothe….s…” It was then her eyes landed on a pen that was on his desk. The clicking stick that could write! A moment ago she was complaining about losing her fur and now she was reaching for the shiny business pen. She always did get side tracked from what she was talking about.

"Disgusting vermin," he commented under his breath. He loathed some Anons. They screwed with his work and got in his way. Some were potential customers. Keyword: some. 

He wanted to ask where she got the scar from, but what if she did tell him before? That meant he forgot. No need to bring the subject up.

The thought of walking around with no clothes on was frightening and sounded embarrassing. So that’s what she felt like? He thought she was putting emphasis on the word clothes, but noticed she was reaching over the desk for something. “You want this?” he asked holding the pen.

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"… Can I lay around here for a while…? At least until I can get my fur back…? G-groudon… anons…" She sighed, ears lowered a little as she walked completely into the office on all fours. She felt really embarrassed, but at least she wasn’t shivering or freezing. "I mean, it’s warmer here than back home. I can’t ignite or anything!" She whimpered a little as she stood up and rested her head on his desk with a thud, hoping he’d pity her and let her stay.

"It sucks." She added, ear twitching slightly. "I promise I won’t ruin your papers…!" Her eyes grew larger, trying to make puppy eyes.

Did she say she couldn’t ignite? Wasn’t she some sort of Fire type? That didn’t make any sense. Even Fire Kirby was immune to his own fire. In fact, he absorbed the fire attacks from opponents, just like Wolfwrath and Arumajiro did.

Oh stars, she looked desperate for help. Now he knew exactly what to do to her in case he needed to destroy her mentally. Shave off the fur, and she was powerless. “Hmm… I suppose. No need to give me the fake…” He motioned a directional wave towards Blaze. “Act. Now… what’s this about Anons you mentioned?”

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"Brr…Brr..!" She shivered as she paced around her room of the cave. It was horrible to be furless, absolutely horrible! She couldn’t even ignite a flame or she’d burn herself. "What… to do… b-b-brrr-r-rrrr…" She wondered, sitting down and rubbing her paws together. "Where is somewhere warm..? It’s spring— but it’s still cold… ah.. brr…" She thought for a good long five minutes. Warm, warm, warm… wait! She then remembered something CS had told her before. The company is always set to a specific temperature that is maintained at 75F. Her ears perked up, realizing that was a pretty warm temperature— much warmer than the cave!

Quickly, she put her collar on and ran off to the transporter and teleported to the corporation. Near CS’s office, to be specific. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too shocked when she walked into her office pink and wrinkly like a sphinx. She trotted over to his office door and poked her head into his office. “C.S.? Can I ask you somethin’?”

Customer Service was in his office, yet again. What was he doing? Important things, of course! What exactly? No need to get into detail. But from the looks of it, complicated work that piled up into mountains of paper, toppling over the sides of his desk.

Then, he heard a voice. A familiar one. Not a Demon Beast, a friend. He turned around and WHOA! He had no words for this situation. It was a miracle he was able to ask a question. “Yes, what is it?”

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Nitro huffed a little in annoyance. “You humans never think, do you. You need to think realistically. Killing them would solve the problem, but there are ways to get them out other than killing. That, and it’d be a hassle to kill them all.”

Blaze nodded at Nitro’s words “He’s right, but it’ll still be a challenge. Tell me… do you have anything to conduct electricity into the ground?” She then asked.

That was a little insulting. You humans. Was he even technically human? He wasn’t from this planet, but he was humanoid. He wasn’t a Demon Beast for sure.

"Are you telling me there are that many spiders?" He started sweating, nothing he could control. He sure wished he had a Demon Beast. Damn it. Why didn’t he bring a Demon Beast with him like he usually did? He could have brought Frank and Blaze could have practiced again. No, that wouldn’t have happened. He would have ordered Frank to squash, burn, and incinerate the spiders.

"No. Nothing I can think of. Just this briefcase and some paperwork," he answered.

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"Mmhmm! The cave does power pretty much everything I have here… which isn’t much. But the bad thing is, the stones here are very dangerous. One touch and you’re immediately electrocuted. This is the same for the giant gems, but if you even get near it you’ll be shocked." She cringed a little, remembering one time she did get electrocuted.

Nitro squinted his eyes at the salesman. “Get rid of them? As in what? You best not be thinking about killing them.”  He growled.

Immediately electrocuted? Just how powered were these stones? Perhaps enough to invest in for energy? No, that should be done later. Much later.

And that was an unexpected response. He couldn’t hide as much expression without his shades. Usually his face lied, but the expression around his eyes didn’t. He had to work his way around this, but this proved quite difficult. He could just put the shades back on, but that would look odd in a cave, even if it was somewhat lit.

"Yes, get rid of them," he finally answered. "What other ways do you have in mind, if not exterminating them?"

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The whole team listened to the salesman’s explanation, honestly feeling slightly bad for him.

Blaze’s ears twitched at the question of her transport. She thought for a second before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, C.S…. It’s working fine, but it’s too dangerous to use it right now. Since it’s powered by the electricity of Chargestone’s gems, it’s near impossible to use it with so many Electric Pokémon using the static at the same time. We’ve been having a slight problem with some Galvantulas, which are these huge spiders able to produce immense amounts of electricity. That, and their pre-evolutions, Joltics. They’ll latch on ya and electricute you. They’re also pretty small.”

The mention of huge spiders made him feel slightly nervous. He wished he had some of the Demon Beast with him right now, but there was no way to contact them. He knew Nightmare could contact people through dreams, so that meant he had to fall asleep. But he never had nightmares either, and he wasn’t so sure of that being a generous offer. More like working with Nightmare for so long that his mind got used to it. He wouldn’t be able to talk to Nightmare that way.

"Fascinating. You’re telling me this cave charges the machine itself?" He started thinking to himself. How do they possibly live here? Are they all immune to electricity in some way? This cave seemed much more interesting than before. "Anyway, so you’re saying if we get rid of the… giant spiders, we’ll have access to the transport system?"

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"Hmm? No, I haven’t been home all day. I’ve been busy hunting and such." She let go of him and then looked back at Burnblure. "Hey, did you see anything weird going on while guarding?” She asked.

Burnblure shook his head.”Nah, I wasn’t awa— er— I mean I haven’t seen anything odd going on. Just the usual occasional trainers passing through and such. The only odd thing was your human friend just… Appearing. He teleported!”

   Blaze nodded before looking back at Customer Service. “See? Nothing weird went on. If it did, Burnblure would’ve stopped it. He’s really loyal and stuff.”

Stryke and the rest of the team got a little closer to Customer Service once they realized he was a mere friend of Blaze’s. Stryke in particular, slithered around the salesman to examine him and check for Pokéballs or anything else of the sort. “My question is, why you came here.” The large Arbok asked.

That was a lot of Pokémon, too close for his comfort. If they were Demon Beasts, it would have been different. He knew how to handle their aggressive attitudes. But these guys? Practically wild animals. No, he needed to remain calm and keep his cool.

"I was on my way to a meeting," he responded, showing the small transport system on his watch. "I entered the coordinates for teleport, but there must have been some error, since I ended up here. It won’t be ready for another teleport for three hours. It’s too late for me to get to that meeting now. They’ll have left for the day by the time I get there. Unless…"

The salesman turned back to Blaze. “Your transport is still operating, correct? I can can send myself back and still make that meeting!”

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"Teleport? You can teleport!? Woah! You should totally show me! I thought only psychic Pokémon could teleport! That’s wicked cool!" He had an excited grin on his face and the small nub of a tail ‘wagged’ fast. (more like shook.)

However, his excitement was extinguished when Customer Service told him that he doubted Burnblure could help him. Then was confused with the mention of “parents”. “Wha? Hey! I can be of plenty help to you! Besides, I don’t have my parents anymore. Just my brother and some other family members!” He huffed a little trotting back in front of Customer Service.
   Suddenly, some other paws could be heard… many paws. Burnblure looked over to the source of them, nervous about who it could be. From the darkness.. two glowing ice-colored eyes gleamed. They got closer and clearer as the footsteps became louder. Another set of eyes were walking next to whoever the being was. Those eyes were greenish. Burnblure got into fighting stance, ready to try chasing off whoever these two were.

Emerging from the darkness was surprisingly… Blaze, Fira, Nitro, and Stryke. They all were taking a normal pace as they walked, but all of them stopped in their tracks at the sight of Customer Service. All of them, except Blaze. “Meh? Customer Service? Is that you?” She asked. Once she realized it was, she went full speed at him before hugging him as tight as she could, even if he hated hugs. The rest of the team stared in confusion. “Customer Service…?” Nitro asked. “That’s what she ssssaid… perhapsss thisss isss another one of thosse human friendsss of hersss…” Stryke whispered to Nitro. Burnblure trotted to his brother’s side. “I found him here and he told me he could teleport, Nitro! Isn’t that radical? I thought only Psychic Pokémon could do that!” He excitably exclaimed. “I don’t want you just going up to random humans, Burnblure… if there’s a human dangerously close to our area you’ve gotta scare it off… He could’ve been someone bad.” Nitro grumbled to his younger brother.

"Maybe another time," he said quickly. He couldn’t show him how to teleport, anyway. He would have left by now if he could.

When he saw Burnblure prepared to attack the oncoming figures, Customer Service believed enemies were approaching. The dog seemed nice, so whoever’s his enemies must be hostile, right? But no, one in the crowd was familiar. Blaze. What a coincidence. Out of all the places he could have teleported on this planet, aside from anywhere else in the universe, it had to be near her. But no, there was no such thing as coincidences. Maybe the transport machine Blaze had signaled his device on accident, or maybe someone planned this… He’d have to keep his wits up.

He didn’t have time to react. If Wolfwraths could hug, that’s what he would have compared it to. He did… somewhat enjoy it. It reminded him suddenly of life before the Company, before the hassle of business and war… But that was gone now. He didn’t hug back. “Blaze, I need you to tell me if you’ve fiddled with the transport, or have seen any suspicious activity recently.”

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"Planet… Hawaii?" Burnblure repeated. "…Um… I actually never heard of that! This is Unova. I guess you really must be an old timer to already be forgetting where you live." Burnblure felt almost bad for the salesman. (This old geezer is forgetting where he lives! He really should stay home, he could get hurt.) Burnblure then thought to himself.

"Er… Do you need any help or anything?" He then asked, now circling the salesman and sniffing at the salesman’s clothes curiously.

"Unova?" That was definitely familiar. There was just too many planets in his memory, and it was hard to associate each one with their own people sometimes. But Unova… Blaze. The Pokémon world? Was it really named planet Unova? Or was that a country? He wasn’t sure.

"I’m not forgetting. I have someplace I need to be. I must have teleported to the wrong location. Now how in the underworld would the coordinates I entered put me here?"

Maybe he could find Blaze, but this country was undoubtedly big. He wouldn’t be able to find a Typhlosion on a strange planet. And what help would she be, anyway? He’d have to find someplace to wait. Someplace safe, too. He looked at Burnblure with a smile. “I doubt you could help me. It’s best if you go back to your parents. I’ll show myself out,” he said, finally stashing all the paperwork into the briefcase and closing it.

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Burnblure jumped back as the Salesman reached for his gun and dropped the briefcase. However, Burnblure walked back to where Customer Service was and barked a couple more times. He stopped eventually realizing that this person didn’t seem like much of a threat after all. More of an old man who smelled funny.

He took a couple curious steps towards the briefcase and sniffed it. He stopped and looked up to the salesman when the salesman spoke. (The city? what city?) He pondered. He then came to a conclusion. This was probably just a human who got lost. “…Um… Are you really lost?” He asked. His voice sounded child-ish. “Cause I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but… this is a cave. Chargestone. Our section of it, none the less. You’re in our territory.” He relaxed his look on his face to a calm one, but then realized he was supposed to be menacing. He then got back into character after realizing this, putting on a serious glare once again.

Oh! It did talk. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? We will find out. “I know I’m in a cave. I can see that. I’m not blind,” he responded. “Definitely need to send it for repairs. Chargestone, you say? Why does that sound vaguely familiar…”

Chargestone… Chargestone… A cave… Nothing came to mind. The dog sounded young. What did it say after? Its territory? No, their territory. More than one. If this was a child, then the parents would definitely be more aggressive. But before he left, he had to figure out where he was.

"Is this planet Hawaii?" he asked.

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It just so happened that Customer Service happened upon Blaze and her team’s cave. They were out, hunting for their dinner. Blaze and Fira out for berries, Stryke and Nitro hunting for Stantler or whatever else they could find. It was only natural to assume the cave was empty… or was it? No, one team mate had stayed behind. 

   The younger hound, Burnblure, stayed behind to guard the dens and such. He was on guard the whole time the team was gone like expected. Yes, asleep on the floor outside their entrance was guarding. “…nnnnhnmm…” He muttered in his sleep. It was when Customer Service had teleported into the cave that Burnblure was woken up by the noise. He blinked a few times, adjusting to waking up, even yawning a little. (That must be Blaze and everyone else! Man, I’m starving.) He thought to himself, smiling a little.
    He trotted to where he heard the sound, but instead of being greeted by his family, he saw someone entirely different. A man, a human, in a suit with a briefcase and shades. He was startled by the person even if Customer Service didn’t even notice him yet. “E-eep…!” Burnblure ran behind a gem, peeking out to see if the ‘scary man’ was still there. He was. (Alright, Burnblure… think! A human is actually there! What if they try to steal our valuables!? No… be strong. You’re the toughest on the team…)

   He prep talked himself in his mind and then mustered the courage to step out from where he was hiding. Being pretty small, he didn’t look to menacing… but with one bark, Customer service would defiantly be running for his money! He growled at Customer Service and then barked as hard as he could…

"Yyyearf! Yearf! Yelp! Rrrf! Yarf!" Okay, well, it wasn’t the scariest barks… more like yelping than barking. It was something.

Argh. He couldn’t see much in this dimly-lit cave. And his shades didn’t help either. He had to take them off, and he was reluctant to do so. The moment he heard the barking, he dropped his briefcase and shoved his arm straight into his suit jacket for his gun. He never pulled it out, but he was ready.

Once his eyes adjusted, it looked like a small dog of some sort. There was something distinctive about it. Something interesting. It was just a dog, right? He’s never seen it before. Was it dangerous? It was too small to be much of a problem. Could it talk? Was it intelligent? Or was it just a sad little mutt?

"This is certainly not the city," he muttered to himself. All he needed to do was reach for his briefcase and find a way out, and maybe the dog will leave him alone.