Trainer Andrew ♂, Johto Day 10: You Will Meet A Tall Dark Killer

It’s Mr. Psychic!  That’s the person who has been following me, an old drug dealer I once knew named Mr. Psychic!  On a side note, those two sentences were MUCH shorter than the several hours it took for me to tell Lickitung about who he was and what was going on.  She did not take too kindly to me OD-ing some girl (which I didn’t) and chopping a dealers hand off.  Though, I guess her response was better than I should have expected.  She really is very understanding in the way that she accommodates these kinds of things; they don’t just fly past her, but you get a real sense that she cares enough about me to see past it.  You know, I remember the first time I let her out of the pokéball, how the light caught her and I just had to think to myself, “Damn, I am one lucky trainer.”  Good times.  Good times.

That’s beside the point though. 

Somehow he managed to find me behind the Burnt Tower, but I had put Fearow on guard duty, in case of an emergency.  How does he keep finding out where I am!?  Fearow flew me onto a route heading east, and from there I hit the ground running.  While trying to pass through Mt. Mortar, we were jumped, and I engaged in fisticuffs with the assailant.  Luckily, he couldn’t overtake my amazing combat skills, and was just about to run in terror when Lickitung decided to be extra careful and jump him from behind.  I told her that it wasn’t necessary, although she probably just saved a man’s life from my dangerous round-house kick. 

As he was on the ground fighting, his mask fell off, and I could finally see that it was him, Mr. Psychic.  Grabbing Lickitung away, I sprinted off, leaving the groaning figure in the dust.  We came out of Mt. Mortar and kept heading down the route, straight into the heart of Mahogany Town.  Johto does have some very oddly named cities.  For the life of me I can’t figure out what they’re going for. 

There weren’t many places to hide there, but I managed to find a nice old man who would let me stay with him.  Weirdly enough though, he is just terrified that I go anywhere near his bookshelf.  It’s not a very impressive looking bookshelf, and one can see from a distance that all the books on it are dime-store garbage.  Anyway, I explained my situation to him, and he said that I could hide in his attic if I like.  “But not in the basement,” he said “because there isn’t one, so you can’t hide there.” 

I’ve been up here since then, having food snuck up to me by the kindly old man.  It’s rather cramped and not comfortable at all, but if it keeps that insane man away from us, I guess we can manage.

Try finding me now,
Trainer Andrew ♂

P.S. I’ve found just the most darling notebook in a corner up here.  I think I’ll use it as a diary, to help pass the time.