Entry one
I'm hungry, cold, scared, lost, and overall: gone. Maybe forever. I've counted to 10,000 so far and Jessie and James are still missing. There isn't so much as a plant out here in this weird desert.
I would say the date and time, but the Sun doesn't move. It's not a very powerful Sun either, about half the size as the one I know the best. Just passive-aggressively "bright" enough to make the sky the right frequency of pea soup green that makes you prefer to look at the jagged black and gray sand and pebbles on the ground.
My back paws are starting to bleed. The hills feel like sidewalks coated with broken bottles. I've been running for what must have been hours trying to find the door we came in, and the ground feels like fire. Ever since I dropped from the sky, I've picked the random specks of crystal and ash or whatever this boring grit is out of my face. There's still some left in. I figured it gives me the rugged luck I've lacked of late.
It feels horrible making a sly comment like that when you look up from your your ten dollar journal you shoplifted from the Cinnabar Island pokemart, and all you can see is black mounds of dust, green sky, and an occasional single black cloud, drifting by like a dead fish in a current. The clouds actually make noise, a sort of thumping noise against the breeze. That's how quiet it is. I'd cut my arms off if it'd make someone show up and laugh.
The air is so cold, and all I can do to abate it is roll down a jagged mound of solid crystal and pebble, and sit there and bleed, just to distract myself. It's only helped my headache.
For those who might find this, if you speak English at all, my name is Meowth. My trainers Jessie and James were trying to steal an unimportant guy's Pikachu on Cinnabar Island while the guy was on the coast on his Lapras. We almost had the electric rat, when out of the water comes this… geometric… two-dimensional… I don't even know really…
The twerp's (and I would kill to find something to call a twerp here) pokedex choked out in a little robot voice that it was a Missingno, then it told him to not stare at it, just run. He did, make no mistake. Not ones to follow the rules, Jessie, James and I stared at it. Then we were sucked into the Missingno like it was some kind of door. Then I fell out of the other side of the door, in the sky of this desert, then on the ground. I couldn't find my trainers, they must be somewhere else here. "Blasting off again," as it were. God, I hate that we do that so much.
Except— this time, I think I won't come back and figure out a new plan. I mean, I hate to be so dramatic, really.
But the truth is I am cold, and the quiet around me is so dense, so forceful, this rocky desert is yelling for me to shut up and stop living. It must have been an hour and already I can safely assume that there isn't another person or Pokemon around for miles.
Check that… something's talking to me. Something loud and silent at the same time. A voice like every rock here, every molecule of air, had a mouth. It's telling me to put down the pen. I'll record what it says afterwards.