Dear Billy,
You'll never believe the dream I had last night; the dream was just so strange. Creeping silently towards the Snorlax, you narrowed your eyes into a deadly glare. "I'll get you, Snorlax, if it's the last thing I do…," you growled. The Snorlax, in his usual manner, lay quite still. Your hand brushed against the gun that was hidden in your pocket.
Pinning the Snorlax to the bed with a pounce, you rolled and tumbled, struggling against the weight of the Snorlax, even though he was EXTREMELY small for his kind. Suddenly, you spun around, the Snorlax held against your chest, the gun pointed at his head.
"Nobody move or the Snorlax gets it!" you shouted at the crowd that had mysteriously appeared. Stepping out of the crowd, a girl walked forward. "Don't move! I swear I'll do it; I'll pull the trigger!" you threatened.
"Oh, come on, Billy. Please don't hurt the Snorlax, please?" the girl pleaded, looking seriously worried. (Now that I think about it… she might have been me.)
"Hurt him? The little monster was going to murder me!" you screamed, wide-eyed with panic. "He attacked me! I'm just defending myself," you continued, ranting and holding the Snorlax tight.
"Yeah right! Snorlax just sleeps and eats; he doesn't attack. You're just abusing the poor guy," somebody yelled, shaking their fist at you.
"I believe you," the girl said, softly. Turning to face the crowd, she stood next to you. "Listen, people, and stop jumping to freaking conclusions! What do we really know about Snorlax? He eats, he sleeps, but what goes through his mind?" she pointed out.
"Who cares? Let's get them!" somebody shouted and the crowd charged towards the girl and you. You ran and your room changed into a winding tunnel. Slipping, you began to lose your grip on the Snorlax and the gun.
"Come on! They're catching up!" the girl gasped, helping you to your feet. A growl echoed through the tunnels and something heavy pinned you to the ground, then everything went black.
With a sudden jerk, you sat up in bed. "Oh… it was just a dream?" you muttered, laying back down and closing your eyes. You cuddled your Snorlax stuffed toy closer.
The really strange part is that as you were falling asleep, I swear I heard Snorlax speak. It sounded like he cackled, "I'll get you for that, Billy. Nightie night… forever!"
When you woke up in the morning, the Snorlax toy was gone and you couldn't find it. You looked everywhere and it wasn't there. Your dog was acting really weird, though.
Anyways, I keep seeing Pokemon displays in the stores. I swear Snorlax is staring at me! Not to mention, I keep having bits and snatches of weird dreams where you get attacked by him, every night.
You probably think I'm crazy, huh? Being worried and paranoid about a fake, made-up creature makes me seem like a total freak. The dreams are so real, though…
Well, write me back soon, otherwise I might go truly crazy!
Missing you,
Rose
P.S. Message from Snorlax: I'LL GET YOU, BILLY! JUST WAIT AND SEE.