Fallen Back in Time

The whole world is ringing and it leans forward to clutch its head.
Hiding behind deep magenta curls, soft to his face and allowing it to regain its bearings away from the awful spinning. Its breath is coming out panicked and his chest heaves, everything hurts and it just wants it to stop. 

He doesn’t know how it happened, the last thing he remembers is just walking through the forest, it was late, later then he normally leaves his job but he didn’t mind. The last time someone took this to their advantage and tried to mug him, he showed them exactly why you shouldn’t mug an Iron Valiant fusion as well as giving it quite a wonderful up-close look to its arm blades. That was fun at the very least, little scares him and now most things know he’s not to be messed with. With this however, it does make his walks back home to be rather boring, exhausting not because it’s that far to travel or even dangerous, no simply it’s the lack of those tasks.
However, the problem with this exhaustion is that he doesn’t always look where he’s going, and tonight is one of those nights.
He spots it just before he manages to step into it, pausing as the ground glows in a swirling circle, it doesn’t move from the edge, hesitantly summoning his spear to poke into it. The portal effortlessly absorbs the weapon, a faint trace of the item swirling around the area it’s gone into. Wordlessly, he pulls the weapon back out and is rather surprised to see the whole item there, undamaged even as he brings his hand to touch it, no sign of damage in any sense. It’s strange, it’s not even been tampered with, he can tell if the energy has been changed even slightly but it’s still his, it just seems a hint younger which is very strange.
Staring at his blade means that he’s stopped paying attention to the strange swirling portal on the floor, which is the mistake.
The portal, as if hungry after having gotten a taste of some living energy, suddenly expands, and flows under the tip of his feet. This unbalances the pokemon and he tips, with a gasp tumbling into the swirling portal. He putters a prayer, sheer desperation to the gods that this isn’t going to kill him, as well as to those he works with, so that they don’t succumb to whatever fate he is about to, as well as that they won’t stress about whatever’s happened to him. It sounds self-deprecating but he cares for none of the people he works with so would rather they forget him then have any kind of pain about his disappearance. 

This has led him to where he is now, sat holding his throbbing head on the floor.
He pulls his legs closer to his chest, he bends over, resting his forehead on his knees, carefully avoiding his horns to not stab himself with them. This lets him drop his hands to the floor, sinking his claws into the ground, trying desperately to ground himself. It’s not really working though and he just wants to scream.