Hey, Scion again. Hey, for once, I'm posting a second chapter of a fic! Thanks for the reviews and stuff! So, without further ado, here's Chapter 2!

The story will be written in bold, while anything in bold in the story will be in bold italic.

This chapter is reviewing Monotony by Cross-Flame.

Hello, Gary Oak here again to review whatever I'm given again! Let's see here... (Gary opens the laptop.) So this one is called Monotony, huh? If it's anything like the last one, it probably will be. Let's get this thing started, shall we?

The boy smiled lovingly as one gloved hand placed a firm grip on the steel bar, and the other gently stroking the smooth mustard-yellow fur that belonged to the one-foot-tall mouse, a mouse so happened to purr at his master's action. Stroking...where exactly? There are so many jokes I could make from this one sentence, but I'll just let the audience's imagination go rampant. (Gary dons a blank expression, presumably realizing further implications.) Oh. OH.

It was already out of the question if he ever loved her. The Pikachu from earlier is in love with someone? All right then. Sounds like an interesting premise.

The pill-shaped buds hanging around her slender neck were lightly tossed left and right by the cold breeze, the scythe-like leaf appendage on her head drooped in tune of her mood, and her short and pale-yellow tail between its pudgy legs, having barely wagged the whole day. The image her eyes had truthfully delivered to her mind was no fraud, yet, at the same time, hard to believe, unlike the moon that emitted only a faint glow. First of all, you could have just said the Pokemon, that I assume is the Pikachu's love interest, is a Bayleef. Secondly, why didn't you stick with the female pronouns? It could confuse somebody. Thirdly, and most of all, what does any of this mean?!

Difficult to believe, yes, and at the same time, no. I'm going with no.

It was a monotony, and it goes without saying. I am I supposed to be completely and utterly lost right now? How she would eat the provided pellets, setting a boundary to the other Pokemon, confining herself in isolation. How she would fool others that evolution matured her into an adult, when, really, she never actually knew the meaning of mature. (Gary looks flat-out confused.) How she would rarely talk to anyone, human or Pokemon; she would, but only out of prior need to do so. Um... She was used to this; if she somehow does the opposite of those things, she would think it weird of her, so to speak. At least I'm starting to get what's going on. I think.

Well, whatever. That sentence is my life in a nutshell. This "monotony" seemed more indifferent than her life in the wild, with what harsh, intelligent, scheming, powerful, stupid (she could've scoffed at this, but right now was a little too saddened for that), and thieving opponents, whom she will always want to forget. I feel like I'm being left out of the loop here. Despite all the gloom there was that she would choose that junk-y life over ever remembering - ever meeting's a better term - the boy named Satoshi. Wait a minute... (Gary looks deep in thought.) That sounds familiar...

Clutching the fire dragon with all her remaining strength as they twirled around in midair, clumsily hitting smack-down on the rocky downfall of the mountain. Hm...Satoshi, Satoshi, Satoshi... She was already hurt from the boy's first attempt to catch her with a small cerulean dinosaur with some kind of large plant bulb on its head a failure (again she wanted to laugh at her impressive strength, but she was too depressed to). Satoshi...Pikachu...Bayleef. Charizard, Bulbasaur, by Scott, I've got it! It's Ash! I don't know why he's being referred by his middle name; it's like calling me "Shigeru" since it's my middle name. We have first names that are simpler, you know. (Gary suddenly stops.)

Wait. (Gary's smile widens.) His Bayleef has a crush on him?! (Gary bursts out laughing.) I don't know what's funnier, the fact that this is a thing or the fact that he's so dense that he can't blatantly see it! (Gary drops to the floor laughing.) HAHAHAHAHA! (About four minutes later...) Hahaha... (Gary gets up.) Sorry, back to the show. (Gary stifles some more laughter.)

She wanted to get up, but all the gashes and wounds from the battle prevented her too. She wanted to hit the boy, for making her all so close to death. Looking back from this and my revelation I had there (Gary snickers.), there is a lot of mood whiplash. Oh, and there's probably a joke in there that's utterly horrible and wrong, but I'm not saying it nor am I seeing it. It didn't change anything though; she was still hurt. Did I just use the word "nor"?

(Boy, that hurt didn't compare to the hurt she felt now.) Ow the edge.

Hurt, sure, but ashamed at her lack of strength, as she found herself being helpless on the spot, then making the boy worry for her sake. A stranger, to be exact. Then she found herself shamingly gnawing him when he engulfed him in an embrace, as she heard faint yet quick footsteps on damp grass en route to their so-called "Pokemon Center". Gnawing where exactly? At his hand? His hair? His *this part has been censored*

"Hey, Bayleaf?" It's spelled "Bayleef." You'd think with all these complicated words this story is spouting out, they would at least get the names right.

She quickly jerked her head up, tense but for only a second. Who's talking exactly? The first thing she saw was the smile that seemed so genuine it was delusional. Then she saw the pair of eyes that almost resembled her own that held so much angst. CRAWLING IN MY SKIN She frowned with her crimson red, soulful eyes, tears threatening to fall. Trying to tell someone that Ash could possibly be angsty is like trying to tell Tracey to not draw a new Pokemon he encounters. Though there was that one time he drew some chick named Bianca thinking she was a Latias or something. Anyways.

"It's okay; I'm still here..." He averted his gaze at the night sky, the many dotted lights called stars twinkling brightly. I thought the font color was supposed to be black, not dripping in purple prose. Then, quite suddenly, he began to place a warm hand I'm interrupting here for the audience that have their minds in the gutter to make what you will of my cutoff. on her chin, then sofly stroking it with uncharacteristic gentleness. I'm pretty sure Ash is gentle. When he's not breaking everything in sight on accident. She quickly dropped her vision to a dull beige ground, a tint of pink appearing under her teary eyes. I've learned an odd fact about Pokemon: Every Pokemon can blush; even the cold-blooded ones. Weird, but true. *The more you know.* "Bay..."

"I'm still here..." Though I kinda wish I wasn't.

That was decent. The opening was pointless, the story had so much purple prose in it I think I temporarily can't see the color indigo, and it had more than a couple grammatical mistakes. On the other hand, the characters are portrayed nicely, albeit a bit unnecessarily angsty, the romantic bits (Gary snickers again.) are nice, and...well, that's it, I guess.

Oh, and before I leave, it seems I got some reviews on the first chapter! Lemme see here... (Gary's eyes widen.) Oh. OH. It seems you guys are requesting material. This'll probably end up in flames, but oh well. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and that cool person who favorited! I'm Gary Oak, and I'M NOT TELLING WHAT HAPPENED AT SLATEPORT!

To perpetuate the stereotype, be sure to review! So long and adieu!