Well the dreams were back... and not even coffee could keep me awake. It seemed that whenever I came close to a Nurse Joy, they would get stronger. I would have to have a word with the Nurse Joy in Cerulean City
Anyways, here is the latest dream. It is strange how I can always write it in full detail, like I lived it and am able to recall everything. The smell of the grass, the noises of battle, the light of the sun and the darkness of the night sky and even Fool's giddiness when he saw a dead body (seriously what was wrong with him?). While I put this down, Brock is talking to some trainer to learn the whereabouts of Misty. Apparently, he knew Misty personally. Maybe they dated. Do Gym Leaders do that?
Here is the dream:
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The sky darkened as day became night and a storm brewed to swallow the stars. The weather was becoming quite a mess with uses of Sunny Day and Rain Dance by Pokémon across the terrain around. Often some Pokémon would cast a sandstorm just to mess with everyone.
Fool and I finally reached the main gate of the castle. It was a large fortress with soldiers and Pokémon spread across its walls and many peered through arrow slit windows. It was at this place where the famous Elite Four resided, where they tested the might of Pokémon trainers across the lands, well before they were butchered by a bunch of red-crab-like-Scythers sent by the King of Johto. It was one of the first attacks that started this war between the two nations, though no one knew the real reason why this battle began. It was rumoured that the King of Kanto and the King of Johto were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors but the Kanto King accused the Johto King of cheating. The Johto King had said that no matter if the Kanto King had picked Rock or Paper, Scizor always won. This confusion was said to have grown tension between the two leaders leading to well... this war.
"Papers now! You are not getting in without your papers!" Said the Captain of the Main Gate, as Fool and I approached him.
We presented our papers as evidence of who we were and we said our accompanying password (that way people who just picked the certificate up from a fallen doctor, it made it harder for spies to get through, we're smart like that). Fool's was foolishly "Password" and mine was "A full spoon of sugar helps the medicine go down".
The Captain signalled for us to go through and we went, Fool grinning almost madly as we entered the great castle. Guards were everywhere inside and they watched us walk, move, breathe, everything. They were both wary and weary (I wanted to put this down (since the words sound the same) for comedic effect as I'm told my dream posts are a bit dark, so be happy people).
Just ahead, I saw a doctor with a cane tending to some wounded Slowpokes who had had their tails removed. This was becoming a regular horror to do to Slowpokes in particular. Some said it was becoming rather the delicacy. It made my stomach turn upside down (well if felt like that, but I think if it actually turned upside down, I might have bigger problems).
The doctor saw us and smiled grimly. He was a tall elderly man who seemed to have been awake for days the way his eyes glowed with red streaks.
"These Slowpokes are pretty much done for but they won't realise that until next week, so I don't feel bad. Well I never feel bad really but you understand the little joke there. Anyways, aren't you some of the fools that signed up for this madness too, right?" We both nodded. "Well, I need you to help in the infirmary and the main hall. There is enough work for you to ensure you stay awake for weeks. I wouldn't recommend it though. I am already seeing double. Maybe triple at this point. So you lovely people or person have a good day now and help whoever you come across. And if you need me like everyone else does, shout for Doctor House."
The doctor seemed to sway as he spoke and then waved his arm towards a large door. Fool and I opened it and there we saw the damage this war was causing. People and Pokémon alike were all abed or sprawled out or thrown in a pile in corners or held over a balancing of chairs and tables about the place. It was a mess of sick, wounded and dead with a few doctors and nurses to go between. Chanseys were here and there offering what little aid they could along with some psychic Pokémon who tried to fix the worst injuries with their minds. They were usually unsuccessful but it seemed that supplies to sow wounds together, to bandage broken limbs, to medicate patients were all running out. It was a disaster. Fool could barely contain his laughter.
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Prettttyyyyy depressinngggg really. He confirmed that she had come through here and was likely still at Bill's house (whoever this Bill was).
We went along the route, fighting many trainers along the way. Now that my Pokémon were healed, I could fight effectively, taking one at a time and letting Brock heal my Pokémon whenever they got low on health. Saved me money and effort. I couldn't stand the niceties though, the constant worrying over my every move. That's why I liked Purple more. He didn’t show he cared and that was perfect for me. I was able to do stuff knowing he wouldn't tell me to be careful. He understood me on levels Brock could never hope to achieve.
Anyways, we finally got to Bill's house. It was a big place with fine doors and a recently mowed lawn before it. Brock knocked and we awaited a reply. Nothing came.
Brock knocked again.
There was a scuffle and a bang then a scratch at the door. Brock waited a moment before he opened it then peered inside. He came back out and looked puzzled.
"Now that's odd."
"What's odd?" I asked.
"Kabuto have been extinct for millions of years."
"So?"
"So... there is one in Bill's house."
"Oh, that's... interesting."
The Kabuto opened the door and stood before us. The Pokémon wasn't too tall but it seemed menacing, as if ready to attack us. Then it talked. The little thing talked! Now usually Pokémon can't talk. They can say their name all right but that's it. There was that one Meowth but that was just from the Pokémon Soap Opera on Television. Pokémon didn't really talk. It wasn't real.
"Help me!"
I took a few steps back and stared at Brock, sharing some of his perplexity. It was asking for... help?
"It was an accident. I was playing with my machine... and this happened!" said the Kabuto, gesturing to its body. "Go inside and reverse this, please, I beg of you!"
Brock went inside the building and I followed, doing my best to avoid contact with the Kabuto. The interior was a mixture of a library and a Pokémon laboratory. Bookshelves lined the walls and there were tables littered with potions, notebooks and test tubes. At the center of the room, there sat a tall cylinder machine with two other large cylinder parts to it, all nearly touching the ceiling with their height.
"This button?" asked Brock, pointing to a red button on a control panel.
The Kabuto nodded. When the button was pressed, one of the cylinders opened and the Kabuto tottered in. "Now press the blue then green!"
Brock did so. The cylinder closed and steam blasted out of it while a loud vroom vroom sound began. Other noises beeped and whistled about the room, and as they did, lights flashed here and there. All settled and the cylinder opened with a jet of more steam. There was no Kabuto now, instead, there stood a tall man who beamed at us. "I have been stuck like that since Misty was here! Thank you very much for your help!"
Brock enquired to what had happened here. The tall man introduced himself as Bill and said that he was trying to demonstrate Pokémon / human conversion to Misty, but the Gym Leader had left before allowing him to go back to normal. I asked where the Kabuto was and Bill pointed to the other cylinder. It opened and out fell a Pokémon fossil of a Kabuto.
"Misty was very interested in how a Pokémon and a human could become one. I showed her by using myself as a test subject and a Kabuto fossil, since all I needed was a little Pokémon DNA to give the machine a spin. Sometime during the conversion process however, she received a call, and when I stepped out, she was gone. It must have been urgent."
I asked why Misty would be interested in such weird science and Bill replied that she was doing some research on history. "You see, about two hundred years or more, there used to be quite a bit of witchcraft going around. People who played with strange potions and rituals, and this would often lead to sacrifices of Pokémon or people to grant immortality and things. Fascinating stuff."
"Where is Misty now?" I asked.
"Probably back at the Pokémon Gym by now I expect. If not, I don't know. Now, is there anything else I could help you with? I quite fancy writing my report on the conversion with the Kabuto DNA."
Brock and I said our goodbyes and left. I was a bit annoyed. I had gone all this way only to end up going back to the Pokémon Gym. Oh well. Brock didn't seem too bothered. He was still in bad shape but walked by himself. He was just glad to be accompanying me. There had to be a way of getting rid of him. Maybe if I found Cyan and threatened to hand him to the police, he could help me dispose of Brock.
Hope to see you again soon.
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