Hey! Your favorite demon of darkness here! I am doing a reworking and remastering, followed by a new portion of content! It has been a long while since I last was here, so I plan to wow. Join the dark side, we love you.

Quick note:

"Words"= Regular speech

Words= telepathy

'Words'= thought

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I sat up suddenly as my hand shot down to my waist. "1..2..3..4..5..6. Good, all here,'' I said with a relived sigh.

I am a Pokémon trainer, and my name is Robert Silph. My grandfather, Steuart Silph, made Silph Co., and I got stuck with their "fortunate" name. Most of the time, I only have to help with the business dealings the company holds. The board wants me out, and they aren't subtle about it, but thankfully my father has managed to keep them at bay.

The truth is, I don't really want to deal with this company for the rest of my working life; all they do is slow my life, and take time from the things I love. Sure, the money is nice, but it isn't worth my every waking moment.

It's the middle of Arctober, so the Pokémon in Jhotto have gone into heat. The worst place to be for a trainer to be is in the grass, so of course my tent is conveniently placed right next to it.

Robby?

My Kirlia, Sabrina, had a sneaky way of getting out of her ball just to talk to me.

Are... are you awake?

"Yes," I said. " Did you have another nightmare because of me?"

Yes, but mine probably wasn't as bad as yours, she projected, sighing airily.

A cold Breeze flew past our tent, and it dropped about two degrees inside. "Sorry," I said sheepishly.

She acted like a motherly figure as much as possible. The only time she ever showed fear in front of me was when she had a nightmare, especially one caused by my bad dreams. Darkrai had to stay alive somehow, right?

So what was yours this time? she said as she sat at the foot of my sleeping bag.

"I had that dream- AGAIN," I said with an exasperated sigh.

The same one?

"Yeah." For the past few months I had a dream where the members of the board took my pokéballs and stuffed them into a trash compactor, forcing to listen to their screams

The screams would get louder and louder, until my ears leaked blood. Eventually the board members would fall to the floor, turning into Ghastlies. Then they would circle around my head, telepathically shouting; YOU failed us, and now you join us! They would keep saying it, over and over again, until it turned into a song. After minuets of this, they would slowly fade away, until they were completely gone. then Darkrai would appear, and cut my head off. I was forced to watch, in mute terror as he ate my body whole, and then I would wake up.

"So what was yours?"

She looked at the ground, and heaved a sigh. I dreamed that you were crying over a Gardevoir. She was beaten, and badly bloodied. whenever I tried to walk to you, I was surrounded by a blue forcefeild. I heard you saying "You should've protected yourself!" A tear gently formed in the corner of her eye. "And now that you didn't, you're dead and I'm not! You should've been the one to live!"She started crying, softly, and quietly. Who was that Gardevoir, and why were you crying for her?

"I don't know, I've never met a Gardevoir in person," I said, picking her up. "but if I did cry for her, then she must have been almost as important to me as you are," I said, holding her in my lap. She hugged my stomach, barely able to wrap her arms around me, and wept. Her tiny body heaved and shook with her heavy sobs. Eventually she fell asleep on my stomach, her face buried in the damp cloth of my white t-shirt.

I laid back down on my sleeping bag and placed her next to me, before drifting back to sleep.

I slept through the night like a Geodude. No bad dreams, and no dreams to speak of at all, really. When I woke up, Sabrina was sprawled across my chest, like I was a mattress. I picked her up gently, and laid her back down on the sleeping bag, so as not to wake her.

After that, Jack, my Cyndoquil, started the fire, and I made breakfast. Oran berry omelettes, and crispy hash browns.

Even though cooking eggs takes no time, I still had to make some for everybody else. After making a TON of eggs, I got everybody up and out. Sapphire, my Onix; Jack, my Raichu; Sabrina; Chuck, my Hitmonlee; Joe, my Tentacruel; and Jhon, my Lucario. (Being one of the two heirs to a multi-billion poke company has it's perks(like the ability to go any where and catch any pokémon)).

"TIME TO WAKE UP!" I shouted at my sleeping pokémon. "COME ON, I MADE YOU GUYS BREAKFAST!" Instantly everybody was up, and running for my Tabasco sauce*. after almost everybody thoroughly drowned their eggs in any kind of condiment, they ate like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

After almost filling up on eggs, they took their required amount of pokéchow, and took a nap. Even if I wanted to, trying to move pokémon after they eat is like playing chicken with a train. You will be hit, and you will be hit hard.

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These chapters will only be lightly edited, mostly for grammar. If I receive enough concern, then I may rewrite it, adding a great deal more detail. After all, I have plenty of time now. Join the dark side, we love you.

*I don't own pokemon, or Tobasco sauce, but I do love them both!