*I don't own Pokémon or the creepypasta this fanfiction is based on of. Pokémon belongs to Game Freak and Strangled Red belongs to the person who came up with it. Insert more legal stuff here.*

Chapter 2 Coming Home

I slept badly in my last night in Lavender Town. I kept having dark and evil nightmares of which I won't describe because I'm still a little freaked out. I was more than glad when the sun finally came back up. I slowly uncurled myself and found myself still in front of the Pokémon Tower. I remembered last night. I must've passed out… I thought to myself. It was a pretty rough night after all…

I looked up to see a little group of people staring at me. Perfect. I thought to myself sarcastically and slowly rose up. Bit by bit I grew more and more annoyed at their awkward stares. "What the hell are you all looking at?!" I snapped wearily. The little group just shrugged and walked off.

Why are they so calm about this? Makes me sick. One thing was on my mind: I wanted to get out of this hell-hole of a town. I was leaving; now. I slowly walked out, didn't have the same stamina as I used to. I turned one last time to look longingly at the Tower, where Miki was now resting. Tears were welling up again. I wiped them off roughly with my hand and made a silent vow.

Miki… I WILL avenge you.

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I walked slowly back to Pallet Town. It was a pretty long walk and I don't have my bike anymore. I gave it away. My morning had caused me to do a lot of strange things. I either threw out or gave away all the items in my backpack. I blew all my cash and lost all my Gym Badges. I didn't even have a single Pokémon in my party. So if I ever did get attacked by a wild Pokémon, I was pretty much screwed.

A few times I met wild Pokémon. But they all did the strangest thing. They just acted like I wasn't there. Why they did that, I don't know. I can't explain their strange behavior.

I walked and walked for what felt like ages. My mind was replaying old battles that Miki and I had just one year ago. Sometimes I was so distracted I wandered off the road and had to backtrack. I kept walking through familiar places and re-meeting Trainers and people I saw when I started my journey. They also gave me these odd stares and said things like, "What's up with him?" or "Isn't he the former Champion? I heard he gave up the title over a Charizard."

I thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion when I finally reached Pallet Town. It's a small place with only a few buildings scattered here and there. My house was on the far west corner of town and I slowly staggered towards it. A few people greeted my courteously and asked how I was feeling, but I didn't feel like talking to anyone. When I finally reached my house, I wasn't too excited over who I would see. I knocked on the door. "Hello?" I asked. "Anyone home?"

I heard a bunch of scattered footsteps and the door flew open. I knew who would already be there. My brother Mike. "Steven!" he cried out with joy and flung his arms around me. I felt nothing in that hug. Normally people would feel love or friendship. I felt nothing. But I still awkwardly hugged him back so I didn't look bad. "What a surprise!" he continued, releasing me. "Where were you?"

"Um, I was-"I began but Mike interrupted me.

"You know what? Let's talk inside. You look tired. Come, come!" he said excitedly and half dragged me into the house. Yep, that's Mike for you. We may both be twins, but we were as different as night and day. Mike is slightly shorter than I am and more hyper while I'm freakishly tall and more relaxed. And unlike my long black hair that falls just above my waist, his hair is yellow and is short and spiky. Kinda like the common American. Only that, we don't live in America. We live in Kanto.

Anyway, we both walked inside and I sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. I did have to say, it did feel good to be back home. A little bit. It was pretty late in the evening and I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. Mike seemed pretty happy to see me. I wasn't.

"Do you want anything?" he asked. I shook my head no. He forgot already? "You sure-" he began.

"Yes I'm sure!" I snapped wearily. Mike looked a bit taken aback by my angry comment, but soon shrugged it off. There was an awkward silence.

"Sheesh, what happened to you?" he asked.

"What?" I replied in confusion.

"Your hair. It's all over the place."

"Stop bugging me!"

"Okay, okay sheesh..."

Another silence.

"Well, I better go tell Daisy the good news. She'll be really happy. Man, you should've seen her; she was so devastated without you…" Mike trailed off. I felt a sudden pang of guilt. Daisy was my girlfriend. I loved her and… she was thinking about me this entire time? Like how I think about Miki?

"I'll be back in two hours. Just relax, alright?" Mike's voice snapped me back into reality. All I could do was nod. Mike grinned at me and went to the coat room to grab his windbreaker. I heard the door then open and close.

Good, he left. I thought. This should give me some time to myself.

I had a crazy idea, but I wasn't sure if it was a good one. But Mike was right about one thing: I did need to relax. I was pretty tired from my long trek over here anyway. I walked upstairs to my old familiar room. It was pretty simple, just two beds, a nightstand and a T.V.

I climbed onto my bed on the right and flung the covers over myself. I thought about my plan, Miki, and Daisy. My thoughts always came swirling back to Daisy. How will my plan affect her? Will she ever love me ever again? Just the thought of her hating me makes me shiver. Then I thought about Miki. Will she be the same? Will this plan really work? I thought about the plan again. It kept happening in this style for who knows how long. Eventually, I fell into another nightmarish and dark void of sleep.

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