"I...hate...Koffings," I muttered as I furiously pressed the A button on my Nintendo DS. "I can't catch one, and I swear, I'm getting all 150 Pokemon this time." I growled low in my throat as for the fifth time in the row, the koffing used 'selfdestruct', destroying it and any chance of catching it. "Ohhh, you mother fucker," I muttered, resisting the urge to shake some sense into my DS.

"Don't break the DS," my mother called from the kitchen. "It isn't even yours."

"So? Rob hacked it! He made it so I can't catch a damn Koffing!" I replied, my interest in the game once more.

"Don't swear," my mother called back on impulse.

"Ugh!" I cried as the sixth Koffing died. "I hate you all."

"It's time for bed anyways," my mother called. I looked up at the clock, and saw it was 1:34am.

"Dammit, I have school tomorrow," I muttered. I looked down at the game. "But I want a Koffing before I go to bed."

"No you don't. Get to bed before I take the DS away from you."

"Mom!" I cried. "I'm 18! Don't treat me like I'm a kid."

"Stop trying to buy time," she called back, and I cursed. The woman knew me too well. I walked back to my room and flopped onto the bed, placing the DS next to my pillow. As ashamed as I am to admit it, the music helps to put me to sleep, and I usually like to keep my DS on the charger at night. Rolling over, I soon fell asleep.

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"Son of a-!" I bolted up, as I heard a loud sound. I looked around, but nothing in my room seemed out of the ordinary.

"See? The old fool left his pokemon out. I told you." The voice was coming to the right of me, and I bolted up, scared out of my skin.

"For a professor, he's not very bright," another voice agreed. My whole body stiffened, and my eyes slowly looked down toward the DS, the only thing on at the moment. My eyes widened as I looked on the touch screen. Two members of Team Rocket were currently looking into Professor Oak's labin Pallet Town.

"No no no," I muttered. "I didn't save there. I wasn't even close to there." I watched in fascination as the small characters on the screen walked into the building. The screen faded, the came back, only this time, it showed inside of Professor Oak's lab. The two Rockets looked around, but no one was forthcoming.

"This is too easy," the one on the left said. I clearly heard the voice coming through my speakers, and I was too mystified to move.

"How...is my pokemon game playing itself?" I asked.

"Wait!" The rocket on the right said. "Did you hear that? I heard a voice!" I gasped.

"You can hear me?" I asked incredulously.

"I heard it!" The Rocket on the left said. "Find her! Quickly! She could ruin everything." I slowly lifted my hand to touch the DS. My fingers slid across the outside, but nothing happened. Finally, I touched the screen, and that's when my world tore apart.

It was black as night, but around me, the wind howled, as if I was in the middle of a hurricane. My hair whipped around, stinging my cheeks, and my clothes nearly tore from my body. However, I felt as if I was falling head over heels, and I screamed.

As suddenly as I had entered this strange place, I was dumped onto the floor, and I landed on my butt with a loud 'thud'. Ignoring the brief pain, I blinked rapidly to get used to the moonlight streaming into the lab.

Wait...the lab?

I looked around frantically, and realized that indeed, I was in Professor Oak's laboratory. Which meant that I was in Pokemon. Which meant that I was in a fictional game. Which meant that I was-

"There she is, boss!"

...with the Rockets. Joy.

"You gave us quite a chase, girl," the boss said, and I looked at him. He wore the typical dark clothing of the team rocket grunts, and he carried himself as one. So, in essence, I was screwed. Royally screwed.

"Not really," I stated, my mouth moving before my brain could filter the sarcasm.

"Watch your tongue, wench!" The underling cried out, raising his fist in a threatening manner.

"Can't watch my tongue. Else I can't talk." Damn my smartass nature, and damn my brain for not helping me shut my mouth.

"We'll show you!" Underling rocket jumped at me, intent on catching me. Using my feminine instinct, I braced on the ground, lifted my foot, and kicked him squarely in his family jewels. He screamed in pain, and I took the opportunity to bolt to my feet. I began to run toward the door, when I heard the worst phrase of my life.

"Go, Arbok!" As I made it to the door, I spotted a burgandy knapsack by the door. On instinct, I grabbed it, and slammed the door behind me, making the Arbok work to catch me. I ran into the night, and wished to god that it had been a bit darker. But fortunately for me, I saw a house, and ran straight for it.

I heard a large crash behind me, and realized the Arbok had broken through the door. Stupidly, I looked back, and saw it slithering toward me, intent on its prey. I stumbled, and went to rush for the door, when it suddenly opened. A girl stood on the doorsteps, a curious expression on her face. When she spotted me and the Arbok, she reached for her belt.

"Go, Pidgeot!" She tossed a pokeball into the air, and it opened to reveal the bird pokemon. "Pidgeot, keep it busy!" With a cry of agreement, the Pidgeot divebombed at the Arbok, stopping it from following me.

"Team Rocket is inside the lab!" I cried, running over to the girl. "They'll be here any minute!"

"Hera?" A voice called from inside the house. "Who is it?"

"Stay inside, mom!" Hera called. "I'll take care of it," she told me, leaving me speechless on the steps.

The character in my pokemon game was named Hera. And she had raised a Pidgey all the way to a Pidgeot.

Oh jesus. I had landed in the middle of my very own pokemon game.