Chapter 2. Have fun.
I woke up to see a white checkerboard ceiling. I looked to my left, seeing a microscope on a white desk with a mirror above it. When I looked to my right, I saw a white counter with a cabinet above it. It also had my clothes on it, which were a bit bloody.
I groaned as I got up, hearing multiple joints pop. I looked in the mirror, tilting my head a bit. There were at least three stitches in the back of my head.
I sighed. The guys probably saw my back as well, which was not a pretty sight. I put on my clothes and headed for the door.
Unfortunately for me, Icy swung the door open just as I was about to open it. I yelped.
"Dang it, Icy! Don't do that!" I almost yelled. He then grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, I didn't think you were up," Icy said, looking a bit glum. I had to resist the urge to hug him.
"So, are we in the house?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head lightly.
"Yea, it's pretty nice, too!" Icy said, he then gave me the look of a long and complicated description. I immediately frowned, knowing what was going to happen next.
"It's huge! Plus, we're on the third floor, which is a small medical bay, and there's also stairs that lead down a small hallway and go into some dorm-like rooms! Each one has a special Pokémon on it, too! And each room can have up to two people, plus each one has it's own computer and stuff, plus the rooms are really big! Not to mention that on the first floor there the living room, the kitchen, a pantry, a basement, and some kind of wall that they say leads to a pool! Plus, there's also the people in the house! They are so nice!" He gushed. I looked to him and held up a hand.
"Icy, could you please stop, and repeat that, but, slower?" I asked. He then blushed slightly.
He then proceeded to repeat the same words, but a little slower. I ignored the overly wordy parts, but I did learn the basics of the house.
"And then there is the owners of the house," He started. I silenced him by sighing.
"I can learn their names and who they are when I meet them. I don't like to listen to other people's opinion of someone until I meet them." I said.
"Come on then! They're all downstairs with Skills!" Icy said, taking my hand and leading me downstairs. I didn't even have time to see the golden forms in front of the rooms.
When I came downstairs, I tripped on the last stair, ending up rolling right into the wall. My antics attracted everyone's attention. An Espeon morph was the first one to come to my aid.
"A-are you alright?" She asked timidly. I groaned as she helped me up to my feet. I was then looked at by the rest of the house.
There was an Absol morph, a Vaporeon morph, a Jolteon morph, and an Infernape morph.
"Hey, are you alright?" the Infernape morph asked. She seemed a little worried.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just fell, that's all," I said, shooing them away. When I got back up and rubbed the back of my head though, I couldn't feel my stitches.
"Hey, Icy, did you do my stitches?" I asked him, he looked at me and nodded.
"Well, they're gone now," I said. He shook his head.
"Should have known, these guys just insisted that you get stitches," Icy said, shrugging.
"Now what are you two talking about?" The Infernape morph huffed.
"The stitches. They are gone," I said, smiling. She didn't believe me.
"You can look," I said, turning around. I could then feel here running through the back of my head. She let out a gasp.
"It's not there anymore! How'd it heal so fast?" She almost yelped.
"Magic!" I snorted, waving my hand in the air for extra emphasis. The Vaporeon morph chuckled. He then turned to the Jolteon, who was sulking.
"Told yah, now pay up!" He said. The Jolteon pulled a five out of his pocket and gave it to the Vaporeon.
"I don't mean to get off subject here, but I'd like to know who I'm talking to," I said, startling the Espeon.
"I'm Will," The Vaporeon morph said, pointing at his chest.
"And this is my bro, Gary," He said, pointing at the Jolteon.
"Sup," Gary said, raising a hand in greeting.
"I'm Freddy, and the Espeon's name is Morgan," the Absol said, pointing to the Espeon morph, who chuckled weakly.
"I'm Torie, and I'm the wife to the owner of this house," The Infernape morph said, chuckling.
"Who's the owner of the house?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. Torie chuckled lightly.
"He's out right now, but his name is Flamer. He's a Charizard morph. He said he was getting a friend," Torie said, beaming a little.
"Wow," I muttered. This was a full house.
"That reminds me, where is Skills?" I asked, turning behind me.
"Oh, you mean the Luxray morph? He's in the front room, watching T.V! He acted like he's never seen one in his life!" Will said, laughing. I chuckled weakly.
"Yeah, he was homeless," I said, which brought the vibe of the room down drastically. I hated that kind of thing.
"Then let me guess? You all escaped lives of your own that you weren't satisfied with," Torie said, crossing her arms.
"Yea. I had a crippled mother and a drunken father. Icy here was living in an orphanage," I explained briefly.
"So you started going to Kanto?" Freddy asked.
"Not exactly. We were reading the map upside down until we realized that we had come across this house. When we investigated, I got hit by something," I said. Morgan then began to look ashamed. Torie patted her back.
"You got hit by a tree, one that was chopped down specifically," Will said, looking past Morgan.
"And Morgan was the one who chopped it down," Gary finished.
"So, I guess that I wood be lucky to be alive?" I punned. Icy facepalmed. Nearly everyone else cringed. Morgan seemed to enjoy it, although she didn't show it.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," Torie said, cringing.
I looked at the ground, thinking of a conversation ender.
"Can I ask why there were a whole bunch of scratches on your body?" Torie asked after she recovered from the cringing. This time, I was the one to cringe.
"I'm not comfortable with that subject…." I said, my voice lowering slightly. Torie nodded absent-mindedly. Gary didn't seem to want it to be let up.
"Dude, you're ashamed of some scars? They're so cool! There was the huge one on you back, plus there were two on you left leg!" he gushed. I looked away.
"And there was three in your stomach, and three in you back! The one on your neck's sick though!" He said. I was starting to pull my hoodie over my face.
"And there was this cool one that was over your eye! Looked like you got into a serious fight!" He gushed. His eyes were sparkling.
"Can you stop! I don't like those things!" I yelled, startling everyone with me. I started tearing up.
"I hate those scars! I wish they'd just go away!" I said, folding my arms. Gary was actually shocked. Torie sighed.
"I wish I could forget every single one," I said, calming myself down. It was…hard… to talk about those scars. Each one just didn't have a great past.
"Gary, give him some space," Will said, shooing him. He and Gary went up the stairs, followed by a door opening and closing.
"Kid, I'll do you a favor if you do one for me," Torie said, putting an arm on my shoulder.
"Don't scare me like that, and I won't let anyone else bring it up again," She said, smiling. I nodded. I then went to join Skills on the couch. He scoffed, and then turned off the T.V.
"They bring up your scars?" He asked. I nodded, laying down on arm of the couch.
"They're a tale I'd rather not bring up," I muttered.
"Hey, that a memento of the past, nothing more. Look on the bright side, we got a house here, and some folks who can care for us!" Skills said, taking me by the arm and waving his other arm in the distance.
"You know that fails spectacularly whenever you do that," I said, pushing him away from it.
"Infinite worlds with infinite possibilities…" He trailed off.
"And one where we turn out to be worst enemies," I answered.
"You're such a stick in the mud," He teased.
"Only a certain times!" I claimed, throwing my hands in the air.
"Hey, what'd you describe me as then?"
"You're foolishly naïve," I responded. He scoffed.
"I'd rather be happy and carefree than cautious and worrying," He replied, putting his hands behind his head. We stayed on the couch for a few hours, talking about different situations. I yawned after a while.
"Heh, need to get to bed?" Skills asked. I yawned again.
"Yea, I'm pretty beat. Talking takes more out of me than I thought," I answered. Skills then looked at the nearby clock.
"It's 7:00 PM. I thought you'd be going to sleep later," He said. I shrugged.
"You know what they say about time; keeping track of it can be tiring," I said. Skills laughed a bit.
"You and be are going to be sharing a room," He said.
"WHAT?!" I almost screamed. He then stood back, putting his hands up in defense.
"We're not going to be sharing a bed man! Geez, no Homo," He said. I still glared at him.
After a good minute of glaring, I went up the stairs. There was a note on the door with an Umbreon.
"Ty and Skill's new room," It read. I opened the door, only to be greeted as what could be described as five star service. There were two beds, like if you were to go to a hotel. There was also a nightstand in-between them, on the other side of the room there were two desks, each one with a computer on it. They were dusty, and looked like they hadn't been used in a long time. There was also a door to the right of the beds, which led to a bathroom. It had shaving products, shampoo, body wash, razors, a hairdryer, and even a medical kit.
I collapsed into the bed, getting comfortable.
"I hope nothing goes bad tomorrow," I stated as I fell asleep.
