Remade. Sequel to When We Die. Games. We all love them. Games are about being challenged, plotting, developing skills, finding strategy, and having fun. That's all true here…except the fun. AAML, rated T for some language. Review!
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Hey guys! I figured it was about time I remade this fic. I realize now just how horrible it was. I'll do my best to make it better this time around. This is still a sequel to When We Die. I'm just making it again. Last time I made this based on a level from Red Steel. Now It's based on some other things, like the SAW movies, but mostly the Portal game. Anyway, this is no longer a humor fic, but I hope you guys still like it! Now let's get to it! Here are the ages:

Ash: 16

Misty: 17

Begin!
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Chapter 1

*Flush!*

Misty pulled her pants back up and began pacing again. She had been pacing a lot lately. It was what she did when she was stuck in a room with nothing to do. Okay, that wasn't exactly true. There was plenty to do. There was a TV with a couch in front of it, an Xbox, a PS3, a Wii, a DVD player, and whole bunch of movies. There was computer-unfortunately it didn't have internet access. There was also a fridge, which was stocked with food that kept reappearing during the night. And then there was a table, chairs, a toilet, a bathtub, and a towel rack. There was even toilet paper, a sink, soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Misty guessed that she only paced to wonder.

Who had put her here? They had kidnapped her, there was no doubting that, but why did they want to keep her so comfortable? Was she being held for ransom? She supposed her sisters might care about her enough to pay for her. Was she being watched? Were there hidden cameras all over the room? Misty couldn't see any, but she could never be sure.

The room she was in had no doors. The table and chairs were on one side of the room, and the TV and video games were on the other side. There was also a bookshelf by the wall, and a fireplace with a pidgey clock over it (a pidgey clock being the Pokémon version of a coo-coo clock). The toilet was next to the fireplace, and the bathtub next to the fridge, which was next to the TV and video games. The shampoo and conditioner were on the rim of the bathtub. There was a counter, with cabinets, a sink, a mirror, and soap. It also had a toothbrush and toothpaste. And then there was a bed, which was actually very comfy, with a pillow and blanket, and a radio on an end table. The floors had white carpet, and the walls were painted yellow. The ceiling was just white.

Although all of the furniture was very comfortable, and the appliances were in great working order, there was one object in the room that Misty absolutely hated.

It was a pikachu statue, in the corner on the room. It was about 5 feet tall if you counted the ears, with a horrible smile-unlike real pikachus, this statue had sharp teeth. It's eyes were closed, and its arms were at its sides. It was incredibly creepy, and made it very hard for Misty sleep. Even when she did, it gave her nightmares. She couldn't understand what it was for. Was Misty supposed to find this horrible thing cute?

Misty plopped down on the couch and sighed. She had lost track of how long she had been here. At least a week. She closed her eyes and drifted off into another one of her fantasies. She always did this when she was bored. Of course, for years now, all she ever fantasized about was Ash Ketchum. Misty still remembered the day she had met him as though it was yesterday. It had taken all of a day for her to fall in love with him. The minute they met, she could tell he was different from other trainers. One of the ways he was different was that he had absolutely no idea what the hell was doing, and knew nothing about pokémon at all.

But the other thing she noticed was that he really cared about his pokémon. Misty knew too many trainers who thought of pokémon as possessions, things to show off and fight about. But not Ash. He didn't even think of them as pets. Ash treated pokémon as if they were humans. He actually treated them better then he treated himself. Misty could hardly believe how angry he had gotten when she had insulted his caterpie. He had looked like he was going to rip her head off. She couldn't forget what he had yelled.

"Pokémon have feelings too!"

Ash was one of the few people Misty had met that acknowledged that fact. It had seemed like no matter how much she thought she loved him, she continued to love him more every day.

And then he left. Or had she left? She had been wondering that for years. Either way, he was no longer traveling with her. She dreamed about him all the time. But there was one dream she would never forget.

It wasn't about having Ash, or kissing him, or anything like that. It was actually about Ash not being there.

Years ago, after an argument, Misty had made a wish upon a shooting star that she had never met Ash. Then she had a dream that it came true. It made her realize how big an impact Ash had made on her life. But more than anything else, it made her realize how much she missed him.

Before that dream, Misty hadn't actually really known that she was in love with Ash. But after it, she was sure. By far the strangest part of the dream was God. Yes. God was in Misty's dream, in the form of a 12-year-old boy named Gregory Oscar Dent. He wasn't some old man with a huge white beard and mustache. Nope. He was just a kid, with brown eyes, dark brown hair that just touched his eyebrows, a dark blue hoodie, blue jeans, and sneakers. He was always smiling, too. To be honest, it kind of annoyed Misty.

Actually, she still wasn't sure if it was a dream. One thing was for certain, though, she had learned from it. Whether or not it was real, it had helped her. It helped her realize that one simple thing can have a huge impact on her life. Maybe if she made a wish that she had never eaten a certain bowl of cereal for breakfast and it came true, her whole life would change. She didn't know. But she now knew never to wish on a star again.

Misty was once again swept away into a fantasy. She imagined another one of her made-up, perfect moments with Ash.

They were standing next to each other on a cliff, looking out onto a beautiful sunset over an amazing ocean. Misty turned at looked at Ash, who, now that he was 16, was much more muscular and actually had stubble. He was wearing a black T-shirt and cameo elastic-waist pants. She was wearing a red tank-top, and blue sweat pants. Like in real life, she no longer had her sideways ponytail, and instead let hair run down over her shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Misty," Ash said after a few minutes of silence, "there's something I have to tell you."

"What, Ash?"

There was a pause as Ash hesitated, then he looked Misty right in the eyes and said…

"Helloooooooooooooo?........."

"What?" Misty said, confused.

"Wake up, little girly…"

"Huh?" Misty opened her eyes. She was back in the room. She looked around. "Who's there?" She said. "Who said that?" It had been an Australian accented man speaking. Misty sighed and got up from the couch. She had been sleeping it was probably just part of the dream.

Misty walked over to the creepy pikachu statue. She looked at it and raised her eyebrows.

"Well, you're a real creepy thing, aren't you?"

*Click!*

"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Misty screamed and quickly backed away, her arms up. The statues eyes had just opened.

"Hello, Misty," it said, with the same voice from Misty's dream, its mouth lighting up with every syllable. "I want to play a little game."
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DUHN-DUHN-DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHN!!!!!!!!!!!! End of chapter! Seriously, review! I mean it! Don't just read this and not review! Even if you hate it, review! Please!

-Fwingsnitch=D