A sleeping pokemon beside them.

My eyes drifted open, and I was shocked to see a pale skinned, green haired, slim Pokemon, sleeping on the sand in front of me. They were wearing a green and white dress, which emphasized their ample breasts, divided by a hot-pink plate.

I stood up, trying not to awake the sleeping Pokemon.

I saw all my equipment and my fire pit untouched, much to my relief. I started up the fire, and cooked some rations for breakfast.

The fire in combination of the ration of eggs and bacon wafted a heavenly, rustic aroma all around. When they were nearly finished, I could feel something watching me. I turned my head to see the Pokemon, curious at what I was doing.

"Good morning!" I said, smiling at the still curious Pokemon.

She suddenly snapped back to reality, and noticed me looking at her.

"Oh uh, hello! Who are you?" I heard in my head, yet the Pokemon's mouth did not move.

"Oh I'm Mark, are you telepathic or something?"

"Yeah, I have psychic powers, my names Grace by the way, nice to meet you." She said, extending her hand.

I shook her hand and she leaned over my shoulder, taking a sniff of the food.

"I'm making some breakfast, you want some?"

Her eyes lit up, and I felt a peck on my cheek.

"I would love that, thank you!" She cheered, me still shocked by her blunt showing of affection.

I grabbed two plastic plates out of my bag, and dished out two servings of scrambled eggs and bacon on a nearby stump.

Grace waltzed over, nearly floating with elegance.

She immediately began eating, when I heard her voice in my head again.

"Oh my god this is delicious! But I have a question, I've never seen a Pokemon like you before, what species are you?"

"Oh, I'm not a Pokemon, I'm a human!" I responded between bites.

"A human? My parents told me stories about humans coming to the island, but I never thought I would get to meet one!"

"So what Pokemon are you, Grace?"

"I'm a Gardevoir, But I'm still confused, I heard that humans use balls to capture us, so I was always taught to fear humans, but you don't seem to have anything of the sort with you, why is that?"

"Some humans are Pokemon Trainers, they catch and train Pokemon to battle, but I don't see why you would need to be scared, most Pokemon seem more happy when they're with their trainer. As for me, I was a technician, not a trainer, but I lost my job a few days ago."

Grace probably didn't know what a technician was, or what the concept of a job was at all, but as I said this, the spiked plate on her chest began to glow, and I saw her frown.

"I can feel you're hurting, that 'job' that you had must have meant a lot to you, didn't it?" Grace asked, trying to comfort me.

I said nothing, and only sulked, when she stood up and sat next to me. She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and I was shocked to feel my sadness melt away, a wave of calmness coming from her touch.

"Gardevoirs can read emotions, and temporarily change them, so I can make it feel better for now, is it fine if we stay like this a while?" She asked, hugging my arm. I simply couldn't object, and I turned to smile at Grace, tears in my eyes.