Pink, Day 39: A song of ice and fire.

Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center!

The crash happened early in the morning.

Articuno really didn't like having me on his back, so for revenge, he swooped fast towards Cinnabar Island only to crash right into the Pokémon Gym.  I hurt all over but I had enough strength to kick the legendary Pokémon right in his personal area.

I was not amused.

I got up from the rubble and looked to see an elderly man staring back at me with an ominous expression on his face.  Blaine folded his arms and grimaced.  "What jurisdiction does a damn Nurse Joy have in a place like this?!  You are NOT welcome!  Now get lost and go back to your mutant people!"

A Magmar stood beside the Gym Leader, matching his master's pose and mood.

"It was like it when I got here.  You see... there was this... and... you're not buying anything I'm saying are you?"  I wasn't a Nurse Joy and this man obviously hated them.  I had to make him believe I wasn't one.  But how could I do that?

Chansey popped out of her ball.

Fuck you Chansey.

"I will allow you to enter during the day and pretend that I have no hate for your monstrous people, but at night, this is MY Gym and you break our rules by being here!  Now get out or face the wrath of my trainers and I!"

Blaine presented ten trainers, all accompanied by a fire Pokémon.  Each trainer glared at me as if I had committed murder on one of their Pokémon.  Did I look like Cyan?

I tried to explain who I was and showed him my Pokédex.

"Pink McQueen?  So you know Purple?  What is his last name?"

I replied.  "Gitimall and his favourite colour is Orange.  He also has Pokémon that break reality... and he wears Togepi briefs.  He has only one pair."

"Too much information.  But all right, answer me this: Why are you dressed like a Nurse Joy?"

"But I'm not."  I looked at my clothes and frowned.  I was wearing an apron and a dress of some sort.  When did I start wearing these?  I checked my bag for my other clothes and found nothing.  I was stuck with these.  But how did they make me a Nurse Joy?

"You're a strange one.  Ahh wait, I think I remember you now.  We fought a little while ago.  You disabled my Ponyta."  Blaine gestured to a Ponyta being pushed in a modified wheelchair by the Magmar.  The Ponyta's legs were all in bandages.  "Not even the Pokémon damn Center could fix my lovely Ponyta.  And the one Purple hurt..."  Another Ponyta was brought in on a stretcher by two Charizards.  The poor thing twitched and shook about.  It seemed a lot thinner and flatter than the one in the wheelchair.  What had Purple done?  "And the one a trainer called Cyan Gitors injured."  A third Ponyta also in a modified wheelchair wheeled itself in using its front hooves.  The Pokémon was covered in bandages but seemed angry enough that it could move about.  Pain or no.  "What is it with you people and destroying my Ponytas?  Seriously!"

"I'm sorry.  I will fix them right away.  I can help them..."  Why did I just say that?  Niceness, damn you.

"Oh, I see what is happening with you.  I see.  Well, there will be no more battles here for a while.  No more of my precious Ponytas are going to get hurt.  If you've come for a battle, then tough.  You can have your badge and you can get out of my Gym!"

Blaine walked up to me and stuck the Volcano Badge in my hand.  "Some advice.  Remember who you are and if you forget, hit yourself over the head with a brick.  I promise you it will help.  Rather be a dumb fool than a manipulated one."

Old people were senile.  Blaine was no exception.

Hope to see you again soon!

Nu-r-r-P-e Jo-e-e-u-y