I struggled to sleep last night as I had drunken too much coffee (I fucking love that stuff). I thought I could steer away from this strangeness that was my... niceness by dosing myself with copious amounts of caffeine. It also meant I didn't have to dream any weird dreams.
For the night, I had Gastly guard me but boy was he sad. He moped around all night, glancing at me now and again. I think his happiness level was low. Maybe I should buy some lemonade. Pokémon love lemonade. It's a fact. All that soda and sugar and acid and bloody lemons were bloody healthy to a Pokémon.
Brock had gotten used to sleeping under a single umbrella, but for some reason, (and it might be a trick of my eyes) I suspected Brock was getting closer to my tent. I hope he wasn't thinking of doing that breeding thing near me.
The day ahead looked dark with storm clouds casting dismal shadows across the area around us. To be honest, I wasn't sure where I was. Nearby, the buildings looked ruinous and jagged. Some bore cracks in them while others were boarded up with wood. Something awful must have happened here. Why did I feel partly responsible? Saffron! Saffron City
Brock said we had to get to a shop or something so we could avoid the weather. After looking around, we found a large PokéMart nearby and took shelter there. No one greeted us as we entered the building. It was just the two of us and Gastly. Poor sad, depressed Gastly. The Pokémon was probably sad because I thought he was useless. I mean, what can a ghost Pokémon do? It can't make food. It doesn't sleep (or at least it bloody shouldn't since its dead and that wouldn't make sense). And for some reason, it struggled to survive any hits (which didn't make sense). Either it was weak (and it didn't have muscles so it couldn't really attack, hell Gastly didn't have bloody hands!), or lacking a brain. Of course! Ghost Pokémon don't have organs! Awww, my Gastly was brainless. No wonder it was miserable.
Anyways, the three of us decided (yes, even Gastly agreed, not that he had a choice, I am his boss after all) to take the stairs to check the next floor. Perhaps there was someone up there who could help us with buying items (my niceness told me I had to buy the items instead of steal them. Cyan would be crawling the ceiling with glee at a situation like this and would claim a four-finger-one-thumb discount on everything around).
When we got there, we saw the place was empty save a small mist on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I discovered leaves scattered across the ground amidst the mist (amidst sounds like mist you know). The leaves looked to be set out like a deliberate trail leading to further up the building. I warned Brock that we might be walking into some kind of trap or perhaps a test. Gym Leaders often liked challenging trainers without the badge up for grabs. I was sure it was illegal. Either that or it was Team Rocket. Brock just shook his head and urged that we press on. So we did.
As we went, Brock started mumbling to himself and whimpering. I asked what was wrong but he just turned away, continuing to whisper to himself. He started to skulk about as he walked, turning this way and that, glaring at anything that he saw. When we got to the third floor, Brock stopped and turned around to face me.
"You have to leave, right now. Its much too dangerous."
Brock looked serious (which was often hard to tell since his eyes don't reveal much). I asked what was the matter and he pointed to a frozen Zubat in the wall with a piece of paper on it.
The paper read: "Ice to see you, Crobatman!"
Brock used an Ice Heal on it and the Zubat fell to the floor, dead. Not even a Revive could bring that poor thing back to life. At least it wasn't frozen now. Maybe that was a good thing. For a moment I stood, staring at the poor dead Zubat until I noticed a big circle under it. I looked around and saw that the circle was coupled with a large line that curved across the carpet. It formed a question mark. Weird.
"Leave now. This place is unsafe!"
Brock took my arm and led me to the stairs back down. I told him that if we were quiet, we could sneak up and see what was wrong, and if it was too dangerous then we could leave and get help. For this, I had the best idea of sneaking ever. I saw it on the television somewhere. Moments later, Brock and I were hiding under cardboard boxes labelled "Pokémon potions". The perfect disguise.
Together, we approached the stairs and did our best to climb up and keep quiet. Soon we got to the top stair and peered at the fourth floor. The mist was thicker here and there seemed to be shadows floating amidst the mist (yay, I got to use that again).
"It's as I thought. We have to leave. Its... her...!"
Brock started shaking. Obviously, this woman (whoever she was) was terrifying. Perhaps it was best to leave. We could ask around and find help from somewhere and then come back stronger in numbers.
As we were about to move, Gastly cried out and instinctively used Hypnosis.
ZzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Hope to see you again soon.
Pink Joy
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