Cool Andrew ♂, Day 40: Terror and Hatred

I was somewhere around Cerulean on the edge of a route when the drugs began to take hold.  Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around me and the sky was full of what looked like huge Zubats, all sonic-ing and biting and leech life-ing around me and a voice was screaming: Holy Celebi!  What are these goddam pokémon? 

I had two bags of Slowpoke tails, seventy five bottles of Carbos, five slices of Parasect mushroom, a salt shaker half full of Bright Powder, a whole world full of multi-colored uppers, downers, roarers, also a quart of Rose Incense, a quart of Sea Incense, a pint of raw Shoal Salt and a jimmy-rigged Electrizer.  Not that I needed all that, but once you get locked into a serious drug addiction, the tendency is to push it too far.  

Everything in my pack I had taken from Mr. Psychic’s house.  It was as much as I could carry, and I wanted to make sure I would be well suited for the long haul.  After my initial fright at finding a disembodied hand on my person, I made sure to hide the thing and fall into a drug induced coma so as to escape the psychological crush that seemed imminent from such an action.  

The majority of yesterday found me in the Pokémon Center, attempting to find a way into their twisting, turning locks of pink fluff.  I was promptly ejected from the place and took shelter underneath a tree. 

Continuing to ride the high from yesterday, and certain that having extra-sensory-perception would aid me in my search of Violet, I dropped a few roarers and washed them down with a hit of Parasect mushroom.  At that point the need for walking became irrelevant to me as I managed to float through the various side streets of Cerulean, fending off the swooping terrors about me.  

After an arduous search which involved my having to wander through some untold labyrinth of bicycles, I managed to make my way to a familiar place: the Berry Powder man.  When Violet and myself would hit the town, on many nights we would make illicit deals with the Berry Powder man, who supplied us with clean, unhooked, black market Energy Powder, a genuine rarity for the Kanto region.

Sadly, my search was not as easy as I might have hoped, as I found the man to be turned into a red Garydos reaching up to the top of the ceiling.  Using my amazing powers of intellect to solve his riddle, I eventually found out that Violet had happened by there not but a few days prior.  Thanking the Garydos, I left with the bizarre hallucination that human fingers had made their way into my pockets.  Dispelling the delusion, I followed the creatures’ advice to Mt. Moon, where it heard word that Violet had been seen just yesterday. 

I set forth with full bravado, knowing that only a few hours separated me and my true love.  At the current moment, I seem to have lost my way, and cannot tell where this fantastical mountain might be.  Surely closing up for the night cannot be the worst idea, as I can continue my journey at first light.

Now if only I could stop all those Charizards from whispering their slander and lies I could sleep better.

Become the beast within yourself,

Cool Andrew ♂