The Unexpected Challenge
After a sick feeling of what seemed to be falling without actually being able to see anything, we landed in what seemed to be a dark forest. I thought that little creep might have caused me to break something, but for his own sake, I was fine. First thing I noticed upon getting off my butt was the sky. It was a freakish mix of light and dark gray clouds, and the trees were all dead and twisted. When I looked around, Jeff, Frank and Randy were completely gone, just like that. Alex and David got up off the ground and looked around, and the end result was all three of us didn’t have a clue as to where we were.
Maybe Jeff was right. Maybe Randy felt he could become a better Pokémon trainer by running away from us. I would have laughed at that thought, but reality told me I still had absolutely no idea where we were, and that certainly wasn’t anything to laugh about.
“What the hell is this place?” David asked, looking around and not recognizing anything.
I took a closer look around, and it seemed somewhat familiar, but not completely. I then guessed it was most likely the same place. I was willing to chance it.
“It looks somewhat like the Hollow,” I told the two of them, though I felt that might be a pretty wild assumption. “It’s only about three miles away from the school.”
“Think again,” Alex told me, looking up at the sky. “Why does it look like it’s about to rain?”
Alex was right. It didn’t completely look like the Hollow, and the sunny weather we were experiencing just three seconds seemed to have quickly vanished for some weird reason.
“Look,” I told Alex and David, knowing hanging around here was a waste of our time, “let’s just try to get the hell out of here. Even if we’re all the way in Celadon or something, there has to be some way of getting back.”
“How would Randy’s stupid necklace bring us all the way to Celadon?” David asked realistically. “We could be anywhere right now. I have no idea what the hell it just did, but this is seriously screwed up.”
“Just forget about it, David,” Alex told him, putting it past him. “Let’s just try to find some way out of here. Screw the details.”
We then began walking through that dark forest for some time, and the more I looked at it, the more reality kept telling me this sure wasn’t the Hollow like I thought it was. I was sure we had walked at least two miles and nothing had changed. After nearly an hour of walking, the weird and twisted forest had suddenly ended and we came across a large valley along with a cabin down a long beaten path snaking its way through the valley. We decided to check out the cabin and hopefully get some directions back to Scottville Middle School, or at least back to our home town of Viridian. Right now, I was guessing we were someplace out east, but my guess was with a whole lot of doubt. I had already been thinking the wrong things since we got here.
When we arrived at the cabin, we saw there wasn’t a single window. It was made of wooden logs and only had one door. We just shrugged it off and opened the door, not really caring what was inside. We had been walking for over an hour and I didn’t feel like passing up the chance to actually talk to someone. Once we swung the creaky door inward, we saw it was pitch black inside, and just as the three of us entered, the door slammed closed completely by itself, and suddenly, the room was filled with light. Out of shock, I quickly looked around and saw the room was completely empty. And oddly enough, I found no reasonable light source anywhere. I then quickly turned around and tried to open the door but it was stuck. We then heard what seemed to be a female giggling, and already I was cursing under my breath.
“If you think it’s going to be that easy, you’d better think again…”
“What the hell!?” David shouted, looking around.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, we saw a cloud of pink dust appear in the corner of the room. After some time, the dust began to form into a smiling fairy with a bright pink dress. When we saw that, we realized we were likely no where even close to Viridian City. This had to be Hell.
“Just who the hell are you!?” David asked the fairy, wondering if it was even real for sanity’s sake.
“My name is Caska,” She replied smiling and staring right at David. “And I know who you three are. You’re none other than David Miller, Jake Kossak, and Alex Davidson. You are the three villains who oppose the king!”
“What?” I asked in surprise. “Who the hell is this king you’re talking about!?”
“Why its none other than his royal highness, Randy Ferguson.” She told us in one quick statement.
We immediately burst out laughing. There was no freaking way on earth Randy would ever be respected by anyone besides some idiot like Jeff or Frank. Nothing was making sense. King? The only things Randy could be a king of were things that even the stupidest freaking people on the planet wouldn’t respect.
“Randy created this world out of his desperateness,” Caska told us, losing that weird smile she had been flashing earlier. “This is his world, created by everything he loves and hates, and from his happiness and his anger. He is the supreme ruler here, and the three of you are his worst enemies.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Alex snickered at the stupidity. “We’re living in Randy’s mind? If that’s the case, then we’re all about to become brain-dead really soon.”
“He created you?” I asked Caska, nearly laughing. “Since when was Randy into fairies and fantasy tales?”
She seemed somewhat insulted by that comment. I was glad at that moment, since if my sanity was really failing me and she was really telling the truth, then everything I would come across had to be considered a threat. Still, as weird as everything seemed right now, I refused to believe any of this rot.
“I represent a part of Randy’s childhood,” She told us, glaring into our eyes. “Unfortunately for you, I am one of the happier moments of his life. And right now, the two of us are enemies. There is only one way to settle this.”
“You want to fight me?” David asked, turning his hands into fists. “Let’s go. I’ll tear you apart so badly that they’ll have to bury you in a lunch box.”
“No, Miller,” She said to David, growing in confidence. “I want to battle your Pokémon.”
“Even better.” David challenged.
I couldn’t wait to see David lay waste to a happy moment in Randy’s childhood, if that’s what this fairy thing even was. Still, the thought of we defeating her and then Randy feeling even more miserable in ways that we would never dream possible was just too damn good to ignore. David had this match in the bag.
“We’ll both use two Pokémon,” Caska told him in a firm tone. “If you win, then you get to make Randy feel even worse and more depressed, which I know is what you want the most.”
“You’d better believe it.” David said with a confident grin.
“But if you lose…” Caska replied, giving him that dark evil fairy stare again, “Then you’ll be the one feeling the depression and humiliation.”
Whatever. As far as I knew, there was nothing that could stop David or make him feel depressed. Caska then pulled out a pink and white Pokéball, and threw it towards the center of the cabin. I had no idea what a fairy would use as a Pokémon, but then it became quite clear.
“Go Blissey!” Caska shouted just before her Pokéball hit the floor.
And out of her Pokéball emerged a Blissey, and the three of us slightly cringed just staring at it. We couldn’t stand such a moronic and cutesy-looking Pokémon. Its stupid face made me feel like smashing glass and breaking furniture while screaming obscenities.
“Go Tyranitar!” David shouted as he threw his Pokéball, ready to release raw carnage.
And just a second later after the Pokéball struck the cabin floor, out came David’s beastly and nasty Tyranitar with a tremendous roar. He looked ready to crush Caska’s worthless Blissey into an unrecognizable pulp.
“Blissey, use your Minimize!” Caska commanded, beginning that annoying smiling spree again.
Blissey suddenly then began to decrease in size, making it harder for Tyranitar to even hit it. However, David certainly wasn’t going to give up that early.
“Tyranitar, Earthquake attack.” David said coldly, ready to terrorize the smaller Blissey.
Tyranitar gladly accepted, and slammed his heavy foot into the floor which sent a violent tremor through the ground that shook the entire cabin. Rocks and jagged stones tore up through the ground, ripping apart the floorboards. However, it completely missed Caska’s Blissey. Somehow the stupid thing managed to squeeze itself between the jutting rocks. There was nothing to explain it but just a case of really crappy luck. To make it worse, Caska’s damned Blissey even giggled.
“Minimize again!” Caska shouted, making things even worse.
“This is getting cheap.” David growled, truly despising this type of strategy.
Blissey grew even smaller, still wearing that stupid smile of hers. Our expressions began to grow grim as Blissey was just laughing at the frustration of David and his Tyranitar.
“Rock Slide!” David commanded Tyranitar.
But that missed as well, as Blissey was so small that the rocks Tyranitar called forward from the ground simply bounced around her. David was becoming quickly frustrated. Again, Caska told Blissey to Minimize again and again, and David missed each and every time. But then, it got even worse by the time Blissey was nearly smaller than a Caterpie...
“Use your Sing attack Blissey!” Caska shouted with glee.
Blissey then began to sing peacefully, and Tyranitar was beginning to lose his consciousness. After stumbling around to try and stay awake, Tyranitar crashed to the ground fast asleep, again making us lose even more hope.
“Blissey, use your Metronome.” Caska commanded, happy that she had one hell of an advantage.
Blissey then seemed to dance for a short while, and then all of a sudden, it lunged toward the sleeping Tyranitar, and performed a wicked Cross-chop attack, the worst attack that Tyranitar could’ve been hit by. Somehow, Blissey struck Tyranitar furiously and made him take a serious beating in an extremely short amount of time, despite the fact she was now only a hundredth of his size. Then, to David’s dismay, he realized Tyranitar was no longer asleep. He had fainted…
“What!?” David protested. “What the hell are the chances of that!?”
“Bring out your next Pokémon, Miller.” Caska told David in a cold voice.
For once, I was somewhat glad not to be in David’s shoes. I seriously didn’t like where this was going. David returned Tyranitar to his respective Pokéball, and chose his next best Pokémon.
“Go Rhydon!” David shouted, getting angry this time, “Make mincemeat of that Blissey!”
Rhydon had emerged from the Pokéball’s brilliant flash, ready for onslaught. We were crossing our fingers in hope that Rhydon would be able to handle an already grim looking situation.
“Rhydon, Stomp attack!” David shouted.
Genius. Rhydon charged forward and used his heavy, rocky foot to squash the already shrunken Blissey like a tiny, withering maggot. Blissey took a beating, but she wasn’t out yet.
“Sing attack.” Caska commanded.
Again, Blissey sang a peaceful song and Rhydon stumbled around just like Tyranitar, and he hit the ground fast asleep. David wasn’t looking too pleased at that moment.
“Metronome, Blissey.” Caska said coldly to her Blissey.
Blissey danced for a moment, and then we watched in horror as Blissey coated herself with a Reflect shield, which was going to be a pain to get past for Rhydon. Fortunately, Rhydon got up from his slumber quickly, but he was going to have a lot more hell to deal with…