[b]Morning World[/b]

Could Hell be condensed into mere words? No.

Thankfully, as I narrate, I don't have to do that. Because, what I just came out of, it wasn't Hell. It was more of a mad dash, a hit-and-run, a game of bowling, whatever you called it. I got a few scratches on my body and a few nicks on my magnets, but at least I came out with my life. Excuse me, I forgot to give my name to you... my name, is Milloon Hall. I am... ah forget it. I'll just slip in details of myself as I continue narrating. Although, I may get bored to the point where I just stop narrating, but, it's the only thing that's not actually remotely boring... at the moment. Which still surprises me.

I came from a little community about 5/40 away from Allure Town. 5, as in it takes 5 minutes to directly get there. 40, as in it takes 40 minutes on a path to get there. The little knack we came up with gives the community another distinct thing, that and the Sitrus Berry hunt. I must however also add intolerance towards mineral Pokemon, which is why me and Davis used to hang around the house all day. (I'll get to Davis later.) The intolerance got so bad that he created me, just for a friend and someone to enjoy playing his games with. After that fateful day where he threw magnets and a bin of metal together, we had always been close; we fought wild Pokemon and bigoted kids, enjoyed his games and even slept in the same room... although, something kept bothering him. He refused to answer me on numerous times why we were staying here, even after I had a magnet forcibly pulled away from me. He'd often go off-topic, such as going outside to beat up some Pokemon as soon as I asked him that question. On the times where I confronted him, he'd make up inconsistent stories. An outrageous example would be getting freed by me from this computer, escaping here to hide from the 'Broken Ones.' Honestly, I just wish he told me.

However, it would seem he would continue keeping secrets from me. Many signals sent to Davis later, he had left the community like a ghost. In fact, some Budew suggested he was just a delusion, and that I wanted a friend - I actually believed that for a bit, until a brief second later when I poked out his leaves with a tackle. There was nothing involved in his disappearance. No window broken, no door opened, no wall crashed... heck, the place seemed CLEANER than usual.

That, my friends, was my Hell. True Hell cannot be described perfectly. What resembled Hell had existed in the town; unhelpful plant Pokemon, framing of evidence, and even an outright arrest by the local 'sheriff.' Basically, it went from pokes to jabs to stabs. I knew I had to leave... and I did. I didn't miss the place. Not even the Sitrus Berry Hunt. What was there to miss? The only thing I had ever loved had gone away abruptly, as if Arceus decided Davis was too good for me and wiped him for himself. I packed no bags, as they would probably notice and have me arrested for 'stealing' Davis' property. Heh. The only time they cared. This is my message to the community: "Goodbye, you bloody racists." I would've set the place on fire with a stray spark, but I wasn't cruel enough for that. Heck, I just wanted to find my friend, to be together with him and get back to living life... but, the only thing holding me back was a lack of determination. There just seemed to be a high probability that he'd be dead by now.

I was only 20 minutes into my escape. Just another half of the journey to Allure... to find acquaintances who could find my best friend. Leaves entangled themselves as they brushed pass branches in Birchwood Forest, the occasional moss-covered slab providing little help apart from being a distance indicator. The river seemed to flow endlessly and away from me, going from the end of my peripheral vision to the sharp horizon. The start of the river was hard to make out, but it had clearly flown from strange blue-white mountains, which only brave explorers knew the name of... not that I knew any explorers. I was on a flat path, but it would get rugged again in about five minutes, rivaling the white foamy river ahead in terms of grittiness.

Davis. Just had to remain in that community instead of moving away. Look what's happened now. I don't give a damn about a Magikarp, because I'm obviously too busy looking for you.

Yeah, a Magikarp. I didn't want to be harassed by the assailants if I came near him. I just kept my body down and didn't pay attention to a lot in particular... [i]Davis, you bloody idiot...[/i]