This is like the third time I have attempted an OC-Insert via Pokémon game. Hope this one goes better? Meh. Set in Pokémon White 2, this chapter starts about a month before the beginning of the game.

I wake up in a stranger's house. Coming to slowly, in the way that I always have woken up, and before I realize where I am, I'm contemplating the strange dream. Something about a woman asking questions, but I can't remember what the woman had asked or said or even looked like. Whatever.

It was when I rolled over and reached for my glasses on the bedside table, though, when my hand met thin air. This didn't deter me, and I simply moved my hand in another direction. After three failed attempts to find the shitty glasses, though, I squinted my eyes open - and see green.

Who the hell has green carpet?

Definitely not me. Mine is the usual, monotone tan that seems to be default in houses.

Where the hell am I? I thought, pulling myself into a sitting position, the peach-colored blanket that had covered me falling into my lap.

The room isn't small, no, and there's a trashcan to her right next to a full bookshelf, to my left there's a dresser in one corner, a lamp in the other, and a long, rectangular table between them, with a set of green weights on it. Across the room there is a desk with an old school desktop PC on it, a blue chair, and another bookshelf next to it; it's pressed up to a window that lets in the light that had roused me from sleep.

Looking down at myself, I'm clearly still wearing the clothes I went to sleep in, too. Blue sports bra, Batman themed panties, and the fuzzy pink socks.

Throwing the blanket off, I see no wounds, no pin-pricks or bruises where someone could have drugged me. The only 'wounds' there are, are the recently healed stick-n-poke tattoos across my thighs where my parents wouldn't find them.

I'm definitely confused, though, and my brain feels fuzzy. Did someone roofie me? No, I'd spent the last night celebrating the end of finals and the beginning of summer by binge watching Haikyuu! and cooing over a sport I'd never play willingly.

However, I don't feel scared. Logically, I should be scared. Waking up in a strange place after being so obviously kidnapped in a way that I hadn't even woken up? Scary. Any sane person would be flipping their shit, going ass-over-tea-kettle to find their captors. Any other day, I would be doing the same. And yet, I just sat there, half-naked, scratching at my scalp and pulling dyed-dark-blue hair into a greasy bun on the top of my head.

(Internally, I was a bit scared of myself and my own reactions. This was what my mother and caseworker were talking about when they said I didn't register risky behavior in the way I should. However, this was much more dangerous than what they'd been talking about at the time…)

"Madge?"

I jumped at my name, shoulders tensing up and breath hitching, muscles tensed very suddenly. There was a woman standing in the door of the room to my right. She had brown hair done up in a large bun on her head, big ears sticking out and making her look vaguely monkey-ish, brown eyes, and wearing a blue shirt, jeans, and an orange apron-skirt.

"Hun, are you okay? I heard you talking in your sleep," said the woman.

I didn't respond. I stared at my captor. Okay, now I was a bit panicked about the situation. Not enough, though. Needed to take my meds, they usually fixed my moods and decision-making.

Like my captor would be that kind, though, I thought sadly.

"Well, I'm making breakfast if you want any." The woman shrugged, as if it was fine whether or not I left the bed that wasn't mind to eat.

And because she was clearly waiting for a response, I whispered out a strained, "Okay."

And then the woman was gone.

Come on, Madge, act like a regular person for once and freak out, I demanded of myself. Scream, cry, crawl out the window and run away! Anything!

The energy needed for that, though, wasn't mustered up. Instead, I laid back down in the bed and shivered. Simply stared at my nails, where the red nail polish was chipped in places, and the ink stains from recent tattooing endeavors.

I only rolled out of bed and searched for something to put on over my underwear when the unmistakable smell of bacon wafted through the open doorway. Whoever lived here usually was a very clean person, organized; the dresser was not only sorted but color coded. However, they had only an assortment of leggings, shorts, white socks, and baseball tees of various colors.

I ended up pulling on a blue-and-white baseball tee few sizes too, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, and a pair of black shorts that were a bit too tight around my hips and a bit too breezy. It would do, though.

The first thing I noticed upon leaving the room was the potted plant in a corner, as well as the tiled flooring. It wasn't porcelain, but it wasn't wood, and it creeped me the fuck out. With a deep frown, I walked down the hall, away from the staircase that led up, and followed the smell of food.

My captor was setting plates on a small table across the room, in the 'kitchen' area of the very open floor plan. There were more bookshelves around it, as well as… a model Ferris Wheel? A doll of some creepy thing? To the right there was a bookshelf, a blue couch, a flat screen TV, and a Wii console set up, too.

The woman looked up from setting the plates up. "Madge! Don't leave your mother standing around waiting for you, come sit down and eat!"

Mother? I thought to herself in confusion. Jesus, please don't let her have psychosis or delusions.

Silently, though, and unwilling to upset my captor lest she get violent, I went to sit at the table. Breakfast came in the form of eggs, bacon, and toast, as well as a glass of orange juice. Though oranges were perhaps my least favorite fruit in the world, I guzzled down the drink with a straight face, watching the woman carefully.

This was, perhaps, the craziest situation I'd ever gotten into. And that was counting that time with the pregnant cat in the sewers, which, ew, didn't even want to think about…

"What do you plan on doing today, Madge?" asked the woman. "I know your friend Hugh is probably getting up to trouble already…"

I shrugged and stuffed a piece of toast in my mouth so I wouldn't have to answer. This didn't deter the woman, though.

"If you plan on staying in the house for the day, I'll be in the garden if you need me," she said with a smile.

What kind of kidnapper let their victim roam free? Nonetheless, I was a bit too confused to want to leave the house. What if we were in a foreign country and the captor was the only one who spoke English? I only spoke French with the fluency of a toddler! I didn't even speak a lick of Spanish! No, I was fine staying in the house until I got my bearings or my captor wisened up to proper kidnapping techniques.

Soon enough, my captor whisked the empty plates and glasses off to the sink, slipped off the apron and grabbed some gardening gloves in a drawer, wished me goodbye for the garden, and left. Leaving me all alone.

Instantly, I was out of my seat and inspecting the room. The kitchen held only culinary supplies, but I did grab one of the knives and stuck it in the waistband of 'my' shorts. The TV didn't turn on, simply showed static, and the Wii seemed dead or burned out. The Ferris Wheel was just a toy, and the stuffed doll was even creepier up close than it was far away, if a bit… strangely adorable.

The bookshelves only held books on some fantasy creature species. Most seemed to be children's books on the lower shelves, with the more advanced ones on the top. An inspection of the bookshelves in 'my' bedroom and revealed the same thing.

The computer was something weird, though. It only showed a blue screen. Like a dial-up error without the terrible noises.

It was only thirty minutes after my captor had left for the garden - which could be seen outside the window in 'my' bedroom - that I gave up and curled up on the bed to keep an eye on the woman. I wanted to go home, but found myself completely uninterested in running away from this place. After all, if this woman was able to sneak me away in the dead of night, without waking me, then it was completely likely that she'd be able to catch any escape attempts made.

No, the best course of action was to stay in place. Wait and watch for the outcome, see where this was all going, and try to get home whenever I could.

(Didn't mean I was happy, though.)

Two more days passed like this, doing nothing but waiting and watching.

Eventually, though, the boredom of just watching some lady garden and cook got to be too much, and I grabbed one of the books off a shelf to read. It was about a made-up country called Unova, where creatures called Pokémon lived alongside humans. It was somewhat interesting in that it gave some background on the mythological place. Twin brothers uniting the land with Pokémon of Truth and Ideals to create some Yin-Yang sort-of force.

However, the got through the book much too quickly, and simply delved into the others. Unfortunately, the rest seemed to be romance novels that didn't give much information, even the ones in the living room; it was the children's books that explained more on Pokémon, how they came to be with with universe.

The lore was fascinating in how, in the midst of such nothingness, an egg was hatched to create the first Pokémon, Arceus. The creation of the universe itself, but the Pokémon Dialga and Palkia, after the banishment of Giratina to the Distorted World, and then the later creation of knowledge, emotion, and willpower with the next three - everything of the fantasy world my captor seemed fascinated with was scarily beautiful.

It was only a week into the kidnapping, though, that my captor pushed me outside into the garden and ordered me to get some sun. The garden was cropped off on two sides by tall trees, one side by the house, and the last by a fence that only showed a paved road, the forest on the other side, and a small pond near it.

While the woman worked, I lay in the dirt between budding plants and looked up at the blue sky. A week and I hadn't escaped, not that I had tried - but it was also a week where my captor didn't mention anything about the kidnapping. Nothing about ransoms or sending things to my parents to let them know I was alive - nothing.

It was too peaceful, too normal, and I didn't know what to do.

(The woman would decide for me, it seemed, when she was able to turn on the TV, a miracle I assumed - and then I found out where we were.)

(Turns out this was in another world, in Unova of all goddamn-places, and my captor was probably not a captor but an unfortunate bystander in inter-dimensional kidnapping of a sort. How was I supposed to get home now? Was I going to have to pray to Arceus or something?)

(I tried. Didn't work.)

A few weeks into my stay, I had been everywhere in Aspertia City, which wasn't really a City but more of a larger town with a few apartment buildings, a Pokémon Gym that was empty because the Gym Leader was out or something, and a Pokémon Center that was barely used for its intended purpose. The highlight of the 'city' was the Outlook, which gave a really nice view to the surrounding areas.

The people were nice enough around town, and I had run into the aforementioned Hugh a few times, who was always going on about becoming a Pokémon Trainer while his little sister, Julia, stumbled after him with star-struck eyes. However, no one would let me leave the city, said it was too dangerous to leave without a Pokémon.

The only reason I even knew what half of these terms meant were because of the kids' books I read at night. The daughter I had obviously replaced, somehow, had aspirations to be a Pokémon Trainer or maybe a Ranger, because there were little notes in swirling handwriting among the books about things like which 'starter' would be best, pros and cons, etcetera.

There were times where I worried about my parents and family. However, if I was right in my theories, this other Madge that was probably in my world would be in the same boat as me. Surrounded by people who thought we were the other.

Which meant my parents weren't worried about me, just confused over 'my' change in behavior.

(I still hadn't figured out the woman's name. Instead, I just took to calling her Mom, to the woman's obvious delight and relief. My Ma was my Ma, and this woman would be 'my' Mom, I guess…)

And then one day, Mom walked in with a delighted grin on her face, called me out of Other-Madge's room and asked a question that would change everything.

"Do you know Professor Juniper?" Mom asked. "She's a famous Pokémon researcher…"

And so it began.

Blegh. Hope you liked it. Madge has no Pokémon yet.