[b]Pokemon's Awakening[/b]

Urgh. I had gotten so bored of the same Magikarp dodging death at every peck and claw. It was as if even Hell didn't want him, letting him survive for an unusual amount of ti-

My God. I couldn't even remember how long I was out for. The sun was still up and ripping through leaves, but it was obviously in another position in the sky. I've always wondered what's above the clouds, but now would be an inappropriate time. I was getting away from my bigoted community of plants... sure, they wouldn't chase me. Not this far out here at least. However, should night come, I'd be going against whatever the Birchwood Forest felt like throwing at me; bushes intimidated me like cannons, with trees providing camouflage against the things above. Now, I felt what Davis had to go through when such a thing I made was pointed at him. Sure, it was empty, but it did get him into some sort of a fit.

Like I was saying... the sun had moved considerably. The Pidgey (or whatever Pokemon; I was hazy from tiredness) had since left, whilst the Magikarp was happily bouncing around as if nothing bad had just happened... at least, according to my time-lapse. "What the fu...?" [i]Did that Pidgey get bored, or something?[/i] I had some clues to what had happened earlier; I was half-awake when some weird snake came along. After some words and maybe some action against the bronze Pidgey, it had left... or, it may have been something us. The problem was that I had rather a bad memory at that period, because I wasn't fully awake. What? Davis got me up at 4 am to share some of his odd contraptions from the... humen era? The point was, you didn't have good memory within the hour you got up, especially that early. 

"Hey!"

I would've said that, but instead, I was slowly trailing the aforementioned walking, brown and ceramic pot. With bad memory came a short period of luck as I had witnessed a pot pass by my sleeping bush earlier, recognising it as a Turtwig despite its... well, I hadn't seen an actual Turtwig before. Despite grass-type Pokemon residing in my community, not all lived there. A Turtwig was one of the few who chose to stay away. I looked up at the sky once more, ignoring leaves as an opening revealed itself; the sun hadn't moved an centimeter, according to my memory before fainting of boredom. It was the way I was facing it that had given the illusion that hours passed, when really I had woken up about 5 minutes after sleeping.

Creepily (as much as me stalking the Turtwig), no wild Pokemon seemed to attack me or the stranger. His flicker of a badge revealed his affiliation, the group I was willing to join that would possibly help track down Davis... but, only when I had enough experience would be up to that task. Frankly, it would be too dangerous to go outside alone. This guy was new, but he managed to best some Pokemon by the looks of it. Some rough marks were evident of this, clearly not disturbing him. As for me, the most I did was doing a back-flip to another Pidgey. And slam a Caterpie into a boulder. And scare away a Scatterbug back into its darkened bush.

Eventually, signs of civilisation cut out leaves and bushes, the border of Birchwood Forest abruptly ending at Allure Town. Stupidly, I took to following him rather than the deadly path, because he went around in circles and zig-zags as I sniggered at him. Heck, I had to witness 4 U-turns before he was on track. Without realising his badge had that handy teleportation device, described in detail by some fanboy Sunkern in my old village. If I was blind, I'd do better than him navigating the place, depending on how stable the geography of Birchwood Forest was. I may had also required Davis to whisper me directions, but... he wasn't exactly around. In fact, my lack of will to find him probably increases the chance of not finding him again... at about 400%. Intimidating as that statistic was, Davis himself pointed that out to me after I feigned laziness, slumping on the sofa composed of Mareep wool. Now, I was actually rather lazy, only floating to get away from racists and boredom.

I had nearly lost track of the Turtwig, following him for an estimated 30 minutes. I wasn't going to be deterred easily, despite the nice one-story buildings around, wrapped up with market stools and large overhangs. It was a hot day, and the sun had lowered in accordance to the 'Solar System.' (Yeah, thanks Davis for teaching me 'astronomy' without proper education; you couldn't even figure out what else was outside the 'Earth.') Most were bustling, but the occasional one was ignored, accidentally imitating prejudice. Nobody really wanted to be around a Muk or Sliggoo due to general self-hygiene of most other Pokemon. They weren't as slimy, beautiful and se-

I'm sorry, what? I feared I was getting off-topic. Oh yeah: ...as them. I turned my eye away, myself probably no better than the plants at my old community. I could see the Turtwig was entering a large building by thrusting the door inwards, the whole place taller than me and giving me a headache - I had to tilt my eye way back. My pupil obviously couldn't tolerate the sun too well, despite getting adjusted to reflections of magnets and own body. Heck, it was as if the sun had the same magnetic pole as my eye. Due to this, I could only describe the lower half of... Arnold's guild; it had some pink, windows arranged as an entire row- blast it. I wouldn't be able to see for much longer.

After stupidly causing... er... fine. What happened was, I had accidentally knocked over the Turtwig, who was busy arguing with a blue bubble frog. He started rolling, and impacted a little group of Pokemon like bowling pins. One of the pins had grasped a Pokemon's fur as support, getting a shock and letting loose some berries from the pin's bag. Meanwhile, the Turtwig had somehow rolled from the floor onto a couch, causing a patient Braixen to yelp in pain as she set fire to the couch. The Turtwig quickly squashed some berries as another pin had been knocked over him again, knocking over a jug of water in climax to the Turtwig spinning out of control...

"Oh, Mac! That's the second time you've done this! Get that leg of yours fixed, otherwise you're gonna crush everyone in this floor!" Thankfully it all worked out in the end. The Turtwig's motion had knocked the jug towards the couch, extinguishing it. Some water in the air had cleaned up the floor and the Turtwig itself, despite the wet mess... Uh, never-mind that. I quickly barged into a random door for cover as the Turtwig attempted to lay blame on me. Sure, it was my fault, but I didn't want to get fired before even signing up. But, I had landed myself into even more trouble.

I had gone from the lobby to upstairs to the guildmaster's room. You could tell it was because it was actually clean, in contrast to the messy, stacked and cramped rooms of the guild. "Er... they're causing a riot down there. Don't ask." My only response, made nervously whilst I attempted to show grief. Probably my last around here.