Sequel to Cake. What do a pokeball, a bloody maze, and Ash's father all have in common? One word: Steve. He's not done yet. In fact, he is now more determined than ever to get rid of everybody who's ever upset him, which includes…Ash's dad? Review!
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Bet you guys weren't expecting this, huh? Well, neither was I! But the idea popped into my head, and I figured "Oh, what the heck!". So, I am now writing a sequel to Cake!

Now, as you may or may not have predicted me to say, you're gonna have to just forget that last part of Cake with Ash and Misty's kid and all. Then again, maybe not. I dunno. The point is, this takes place after the actually story of Cake, not that part. This has nothing to do with Ash and Misty's kids or anything like that. Okay? Okay.

P.S., this is only happening a couple months after the Cake incident.

Anyway, this is taking too long, so let's get going!
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Chapter 1

"Agh!"

Ash let out a small yelp as he tripped and hit the hard, concrete ground. He groaned and started to push himself up. He was aching all over, and there was still blood dripping out of his nose and mouth. He spat some of it out and then realized that he had landed in a puddle of blood that didn't belong to him.

Ash slowly stood up and saw that the puddle of blood came from a flowing stream of the bright red liquid. He followed the stream around a corner of the huge maze he was still trapped in, and immediately gasped, backing a few steps away.

A 13-year-old kid was lying on the ground in front of him, pouring blood onto the floor. He looked as if he had been sliced open in pretty much every place possible. Ash immediately recognized the boy as Mark Cunningham, whom he had met while he was a captive of the psychopathic serial killer Steve. Despite the fact that he looked as if he should be dead, Mark moaned and hoisted himself up on his elbow, looking right at Ash.

"Loo-k-kay-bee…" He said slowly, and then fell to the ground, now completely dead. Ash continued staring for a few seconds, and then noticed that Mark was lying right in front of a metal door. Slowly, Ash nudged Mark's body out of the way of the door with his foot, and opened the door.

Ash stepped through the doorway right into a living room, which looked almost identical to the one which Steve had kept him in before beginning his twisted games. He looked around the room and gasped again.

His father was there. He looked exactly how Ash would look if he were in his early thirties. Like Ash, he was wearing only an undershirt and pair of boxers, and was hanging by his wrists from chains on the ceiling.

"Hi, Ash." He said. Ash just stood there, staring speechlessly in shock.

"Well, well! Lookie here!" A familiar orange-haired man had just appeared out of nowhere, and was wielding a flamethrower. "It's a family reunion!" Steve said, smiling. "You're in luck, Ash! You got here just in time for the big show!" Steve aimed the flamethrower at Ash's dad.

"No!" Ash yelled. "Please, no! Don't kill him!"

"Ash!"

"Don't kill him! No!"

Steve pulled the trigger on the flamethrower, causing flames to spray out, burning up Ash's father, who screamed in pain.

"Ash!"

"No! Stop it! Don't kill him!"

"ASH!!!"

"Aah!" Ash quickly tried to sit up, slamming his head into something hard.

"Ow!" He heard a familiar, feminine voice exclaim.

"Wha-Misty?" Ash opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead. He was in his bed in his hotel room again, sweating so hard it had created a small puddle the bed-the covers had fallen off the bed completely.

"Yeah, Ash, it's me!" Misty said, rubbing her forehead also. "What happened?"

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"Well, it seemed like you were having a nightmare," Misty said. "A pretty bad one, too, by the sound of it. Don't kill who?"

"Huh?"

"Well, while you were asleep…you kept yelling, 'Don't kill him'. Who were you talking about?"

Ash sighed and hopped out of the bed. "I need to get some air," he said, walking out onto the balcony, still wearing nothing but his PJ pants. He looked out over the city beneath him, most of the lights turned off because it was the middle of the night. He then looked up at the sky, which was completely cloudless, millions of stars filling up the dark expanse of space which was completely visible through the night.

"Ash, are you okay?"

Ash turned his head to see Misty standing next to him, also still in her sleepwear (a bright purple nightgown).

"I don't know," he said, thinking back on the horrible dream. He couldn't get it out of his head: Mark's bleeding body, his father being scorched to death by the serial killer whom Ash thought had been locked away in his own psychotic funhouse forever.

"Ash…tell me about your dream."

Ash sighed again. "Well, I dunno if you want me to, Misty," he said. "It's pretty gruesome."

"Ash, I'm Misty Waterflower," she retorted. "I think I can handle whatever crazy nightmare a mind as dimwitted as yours could make up."

Ash chuckled. "Okay, then…" And so he told Misty everything about his dream. She had been telling the truth. She didn't seem to be affected at all by his descriptions, no matter how detailed.

"You know what I think?" She said when he was finished.

"What?"

"I think you had too much pizza last night."

"I only had two slices!" Ash exclaimed defensively. Misty raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe three…" Misty's eyebrow remained raised.

"…or four…" Still raised.

Ash sighed. "…or twelve."

"There we go," Misty said, smiling. "Now, don't worry." She kissing him lightly on the lips. "I'm sure that this is the first and last time you'll ever have a dream like that."

Ash grinned. "Alright," he said, and gave Misty a kiss back. "Let's just go back to sleep, then, huh?"

"Yes," Misty said, "Let's."

The rest of the night Ash didn't have any more nightmares. But he still couldn't get that first dream out of his mind. Ash usually didn't even have any dreams at all. Why would he suddenly have a weird dream like this? He had an uneasy feeling that the dream meant something…and he didn't like it.
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And there we go! Kinda short, I know, but I thought that would be a good place to end the chapter. Be sure to review and tell me what you think! Thanks!