Chapter 3
In Which Not All Pokémon Like to Fight
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. (Yeah, I've forgotten to put disclaimers up until now. Whoops?)
With a bag full of pokéballs and potions, I stood alone in the entry way to Route 2. Cheren was long gone, and Bianca? I hadn't seen her after I had left her at the Pokémon Center following Professor Juniper's tour. I couldn't help but feel a small ache from being away from my friends. That may sound silly, but we had spent ten years being a close knit trio.
Well, I'd see them soon enough. I mean, we couldn't be too far apart, could we? In the meantime, I had to be focusing on filling my pokédex.
After the battle with N, I had checked my pokédex about his pokémon, and apparently, purrloins could be found on this route. That was all the information it was willing to give at this point. Would I run into one? I hoped so. Professor Juniper wanted us to fill up the pokédex, and so we would. I would, at least.
The route passed by in a remarkably similar way to the first route. Even as far as temperature goes. Although it wasn't nighttime right now, Route 2 was incredibly well shaded. I hadn't been expecting it, and the surprise made me even more grateful.
There were few trainers to fight along the way, and most of them only provided momentary distractions (and monetary too, I suppose, since I won money from the battles). As the day wore on, I was pushing my pokémon to get stronger and stronger. It was ironic that Ghetsis's speech about having pokémon reach their full potential was beginning to have an opposite effect on me. To achieve pokémon with full potential… couldn't I just train more, and that goal could be reached? Was it necessary to release them—liberation?
And anyway, my main goal was to complete the pokédex. Becoming stronger was secondary to that.
Already, I had managed to find a purrloin and add it to my party. No other new pokémon seemed to be appearing on this route, and maybe, that was why I got a minor rush of happiness when I saw the outline of the Striaton buildings through the trees. Freedom at last. It'd be nice to take a break since I could see that the sun was already setting.
My feet would definitely appreciate stopping. The past twenty-four hours involved the most continuous walking I had ever done, for sure. I could feel a huge blister developing on the side of my right foot. I could just imagine the joy of laying down, propping my foot up on something…
"Hilda!" A voice called from behind me, breaking me out of my relaxing reverie. "C'mon, Hilda, wait up!"
I turned to the voice, and the grin that spread across my face was far from fake. "Bianca!"
Although we had seen each other earlier that day and we had gone without seeing each other for even longer in the past, the thought when we parted that we might not see each other for a long span of time… It felt great to meet up again.
"I've been training so much!" she informed me. "It's all so new to be battling pokémon, but it's so fun!"
I nodded, glad to hear that she was enjoying it. But of course, Bianca did enjoy almost everything. Including taking part in the battle that trashed my room. Well, she hadn't wrecked it intentionally… And it was my pokémon that created the mess even if it was being chased by hers.
"I'm filling up my pokédex well," I said. "I've been capturing anything I can find that I don't already have."
Her smile faltered for a moment. "I haven't really been catching too much. I'm just trying to get a handle on the pokémon I have so far." She let out a small sigh, but then she looked up, happier. "Hey, listen! Let's have a pokémon battle! Pleeeease? Since I've been focusing on making my pokémon stronger, and you've been focusing on catching more, we can test my pokémon against all the ones you've caught so far!"
"Um…" I let out a small laugh. "Just because I've been catching more doesn't prove that I haven't been raising the ones I have."
She shrugged, and her smile got wider. "Well, prove it then, Hilda."
I grinned back at her. "If you insist." I began walking backwards to create more space between us, and she did too.
Feeling ready to take on whatever she selected, I sent out Lillipup. The puppy barked at the pokéball that Bianca had thrown only moments after I threw mine. She hadn't had enough time to base her decision off my pokémon, and I wondered what pokémon she chose.
Maybe, I should have expected it based on the little variety of pokémon I had come across so far, but Lillipup's opponent turned out to be another lillipup. Well, at least I could expect that it probably wasn't yet trained enough to know how to do much other than tackling and leering. I knew mine didn't.
"Lillipup, tackle!" I called to my pokémon. It eagerly ran forward to attack as Bianca called for her lillipup to leer at mine.
The tackle was a solid hit, but admittedly, Bianca's lillipup didn't seem too affected by it. She really had been raising it a lot, hadn't she?
My thoughts were confirmed as I heard Bianca order, "Lillipup, bite!"
So hers knew something other than tackle and leer? I really was falling behind. But that move was just bite. Surely almost any pokémon with a mouth could bite? I considered trying it, but I was jerked out of my thoughts as I saw Bianca's lillipup take a large bite into the side of mine. Lillipup clearly looked hurt by it, but he shook it off as well as he could.
Despite feeling bad for my pokémon, I couldn't help but wonder if the opposing lillipup had a mouth full of fur now.
"Lillipup!" I called to it. "Keep it up! Bite it back!"
My lillipup turned and looked at me confusedly for a second since it wasn't used to the new command, but it accepted it and tried to follow it out. It darted forward and bit into the side of Bianca's lillipup just as the attack had been done to it before. Except that my lillipup had a much weaker bite since it wasn't accustomed to the move. It would get used to it eventually—now was as good a time to practice the move as any.
As Bianca and I both ordered bite as the next move, the two puppies bounded towards each other with their mouths already opened. They attacked just about simultaneously, and they rolled around on the ground together, teeth locked into the other's side. Admittedly, I lost track of which one was mine as they rolled and scuffled, but soon enough, one of them let go, and the other one flung it back in my direction.
I guessed that the one now at my feet was mine.
It stood a bit shakily, but it stood, nonetheless. Some compassionate part of me made me feel like recalling it, but should I have? It still had the will to do a bit more fighting, and if it was willing to fight, I was willing to let it.
Next, I called for a tackle (a move I knew Lillipup could execute almost perfectly by this point), and Bianca's lillipup was asked to do another bite attack.
My lillipup, as I expected, did a perfect tackle, but the other lillipup was prepared, and although it didn't do an "official" bite attack, it raked its teeth along Lillipup as it hit. This was too much for my already weak lillipup, and it collapsed to the ground. I didn't expect it to get back up. I recalled it to its pokéball and wondered what pokémon to send out next that had a chance of withstanding that bite. Patrat would put mild effort into it, but it wouldn't go the extra mile needed to win. Snivy could undoubtedly do it, but I wanted to save Snivy in case Bianca had another unexpected strong pokémon up her sleeve. I didn't have any others.
Except I did.
There was the purrloin I had just caught earlier in the day. It would still be a bit weakened from capture, but it had had some time to rest. Would it be strong enough to win though? It hadn't had any training with me yet, but it was a dark type, and if I recalled correctly, bite was a dark type move, so it wouldn't be very effective against Purrloin… Even without training, surely it could do well enough against Bianca's lillipup? My own lillipup had already done significant damage, so all Purrloin needed to do was finish it off.
Without any further thoughts, I pulled Purrloin's pokéball out of my bag and tossed it forward. "Purrloin, finish off this pokémon!"
The purrloin appeared, and it immediately sank back on its haunches and hissed at the dog in front of it. Its furry tail stood straight up as it tried to look fierce. The lillipup didn't look afraid at all—rather, it stood up taller and made its own fur rise up. Its ears laid back menacingly as it barked.
Purrloin was undoubtedly intimidated. It jumped back and moved to stand closer to me, as if I could protect it from the attacks. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. "Purrloin," I said. "Scratch the lillipup!"
It showed little inclination to move in that direction. It wasn't until a tackle ordered by Bianca that had the lillipup racing towards it that Purrloin started moving. Even then, it was more to try to dodge the attack than to scratch. Still, when the lillipup proved to be relentless in its attempt to tackle, Purrloin waited cautiously until it got close enough and then swiped its claws straight against the puppy's face. That didn't deter the tackle, and in fact, it seemed to have a more forceful tackle.
Purrloin didn't appreciate it at all. As soon as it got up from the tackle, it bounded over to me and started prodding at my leg with one of its forelegs. Its claws were sheathed, but it demanded my attention—not that I could have easily ignored it.
"What do you want?" I asked, confused. "Just go scratch it again!"
Purrloin gave a loud, whiney meow. What was its problem? It still had enough energy to fight, didn't it? I crossed my arms as I looked down at it. "What, Purrloin? Attack the lillipup! Scratch!"
It meowed again and refused to look away from me. I continued staring at it, and then I looked up at Bianca and the lillipup. Like me, they looked confused. Bianca seemed to be holding off on calling another attack for now.
With a sigh, I recalled the cat and put the pokéball back in my bag. I couldn't force the pokémon to attack. I could command them, but if they refused… I couldn't control that. Later, I would try to talk to it and see if I could convince it to want to fight. It seemed almost unusual. Didn't all pokémon fight? Even N's pokémon fought for him despite how he said he hated when pokémon fought.
But that was a matter to think about for another time. Now willing to do all I could to win, I pulled out Snivy's pokéball. If any of my pokémon could get me through this, it was him.
As Snivy appeared in a flash of light, he did look something like a hero who could save the day. If nothing else, he exuded confidence. The lillipup sensed this new challenge and growled lowly. Snivy turned up its nose at the dog. Like always, it thought itself as way above the other pokémon.
"Snivy, vine whip!"
"Lillipup, bite!"
If I didn't focus on the pokémon being hurt, I would have seen next fifteen seconds as an interesting spectacle to watch. As Snivy's vines shot towards Lillipup, the puppy agilely jumped over them as it ran towards its target. It managed to clamp down on Snivy's side without being attacked—up to that point. As soon as the lillipup's teeth were locked down, both of Snivy's vines held started slapping around at the puppy in short range. When the lillipup let go, Snivy continued whacking it until it retreated back. It looked a little bit worse for wear, but it was still standing.
Still, when Bianca called for another bite, my snivy made sure to hit it this time before it got to close. This move, in combination with its other injuries, was too much for the lillipup, and Bianca quickly recalled it.
"Okay! This little one is up next!" she called as she tossed out a different pokéball. In a flash of white, her oshawott appeared. Upon seeing it, my mind immediately started drawing conclusions. Oshawott was probably Bianca's last pokémon. It had to be. She wouldn't send a pokémon out that had a type disadvantage. Plus, Snivy had already beaten it once without even using any grass moves.
As Bianca called for Oshawott to do water gun, I ordered a vine whip. The vines clearly inflicted heavy damage on the water type, but from the distance, it still shot water out. The water didn't have much of an effect—except where Snivy had the bite marks on its side. The water seemed to cause discomfort by making Snivy squirm a bit, but it still held its ground. As soon as I asked for another vine whip, it attacked again.
The oshawott was now swaying back and forth on its feet, and as Snivy's second vine hit it, it fell backwards. Still, it struggled up, determined to win—or at least put up a good fight.
As soon as Bianca called for a tackle, it began running to ram into Snivy. Snivy tried to block it with another vine whip, but Oshawott forced itself through it to hit Snivy—right where it had been bitten. Snivy let out a hiss, and Oshawott backed away. It didn't get much farther though as Snivy retaliated with a tackle of its own.
The oshawott, having already been hit with multiple full-force grass moves, collapsed onto the ground. It had fallen much faster than the lillipup, but the lillipup hadn't been at such a disadvantage.
Bianca still told her pokémon it did a good job as she recalled it back to her pokéball. As I recalled my snivy, Bianca walked closer to me.
When she was close but still at a distance, she called, "Woo-hoo! You are a tough cookie, Hilda."
"Thanks!" I called back with a smile. "You did really well too! If we had been doing just two on two, you would have beaten me!"
She giggled. "Thanks! I think before it gets too late, I'm going to head back onto the route for some more training! I'm gonna work hard on training my pokémon so we won't lose anymore! We're going to get super strong!" She began walking back out onto the route.
She was walking away—I was continuing; she was going back. Just as it had earlier in the day, the thought rang in my mind that we may not see each other for a long time.
"Wait!" I yelled after her while starting to run towards her as fast as I could. Even as I saw her beginning to stop and turn around at the sound of my voice, I kept running closer. Only when I was right in front of her did I stop. I bent over and tried taking deep breaths. I didn't really run that far, but it seemed like it. I had already been tired, and my blister was a throbbing pain in my foot.
"Yes, Hilda?" she asked with a familiar curiosity. Across my thoughts of how out of shape I was, I couldn't help but think of her oshawott. It, too, had a strong sense of curiosity. They were probably a better match for each other than I had expected.
Feeling overheated, I pushed my hat up off my head for a moment before standing up straight. Then, I pulled my hat back down tighter and smiled at her. "Well, I was just thinking, you know, that it's, um, getting late. Instead of staying out on the route, why don't we head into town? I think there's a café or something. It said that on an electronic board I passed. And you don't need to train, anyway. I mean, I only barely won. It was close. I…" I was mumbling.
She giggled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Of course. It's no big deal, silly. You didn't have to run so hard to get over here, you know."
I laughed. I wasn't entirely sure why. I just… I felt relieved. "Of course," I repeated. "Yeah. You're right."
She giggled again, and together, we began heading into town. From the entrance, I couldn't tell how large it was, but it definitely had taller buildings than either of the towns I had already been in. Many of the buildings were well more than twice the size of my house in Nuvema. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what the largest city I'd go through would be. Would I still be comparing it to small, little Nuvema town?
"Hey!" Bianca suddenly exclaimed. I looked at her, and she was pointing at a building off to our right. "It's the café, right? The… Gym Café? That's a strange name."
As we got closer, it could be read underneath the name that "A place with good tea and even better battles!"
Was this also the gym Cheren had said he would be going to? I began wrapping my brain around the thought that I'd be going into a gym. Was I even ready? I had beaten Bianca, but not by much…
But maybe Cheren would already be at the gym. I wanted to see Cheren again. Maybe, my friends and I wouldn't be as separated as I had thought we would be.
"C'mon! Let's go in!" I eagerly started running toward the gym, and Bianca laughed but quickly followed. A little more running in a day couldn't hurt, right? Well, it couldn't hurt more than it already did, at least.
Outside the Gym Café, a green haired guy not much older than us was standing next to the door. I momentarily thought of N, but it was a completely different shade of green. And N was cuter. I mentally rolled my eyes as I thought that—Cheren was still the cutest. Although, N seemed to have a more unique style…
As we approached, the guy gave us a welcoming smile and asking, "Hello, would you two be here for the café, or would you like to battle one of our gym leaders?"
Bianca and I looked at each other with a smile. "Umm," I started articulately. "I think for we'd just like some tea for now. We might come back tomorrow for the gym leaders."
As the guy walked us in, he continued smiling brightly. "Excellent! If you'd like to watch a battle while you're here, you came at the right time. One of our gym leaders has taken on a challenger. My name is Cilan, by the way. I'm also one of the gym leaders, but for now, I'll be your server."
He grabbed two menus and began to lead us to a table, but both Bianca and I were distracted by a sudden call of, "Purrloin, scratch!"
Both Bianca and I looked at each other with huge grins as we recognized the voice. Cheren really was here! I felt like I was suddenly shot with adrenaline. Bianca turned to Cilan and said, "Could we sit near the battle? Like, really close? One of our friends is battling, and we wanna watch!"
"Ah, that's your friend?" Cilan asked. "He's fighting Cress right now. That disappointed Chili quite a bit. Chili hasn't had a competitor in weeks, and he's been itching to fight."
As he was seating us at a table, I forced myself to look away from Cheren who was now in view and asked, "How do you guys choose who fights? Do you do paper-rock-scissors or something?"
He laughed. "Not quite, I'm afraid. We ask you what your starting pokémon is, and we use a pokémon that has the type advantage." Wasn't that a bit unfair? He continued, "Of course, if it's a pokémon we don't have a type advantage to, we just go based on which pokémon the opponent is not very effective against, or in the worst case, we simply try to make it so the opponent doesn't have a type advantage."
"Man," Bianca sighed. "I'll probably have to go back and train extra hard now. I didn't realize I'd have to be up against a pokémon with an advantage against mine."
Cilan grinned. "Well, uh, always be prepared for the worst! Still, if you'd like to train, I'd suggest going to the Dream Yard. It's a fun place. But now, you can take a moment to look at the menu and decide what you'd like. I'll be back shortly to take your order. Please enjoy watching your friend as well."
I definitely would enjoy watching Cheren. Already, my eyes were straying back to him. I should have been looking at the menu, but I'd probably just make a last minute choice. I wanted to watch Cheren. I had never seen him battle anyone except for me. When I was his opponent, I had to focus on my pokémon, so it was a new experience to see him like this.
To be honest, I couldn't remember a time when he looked as pumped and excited as he did now. As a friend, I couldn't help but feel happy for him, but at the same time, I couldn't help but notice how he looked more excited to be battling than he had looked in the past while hanging out with Bianca and me.
I was sure I was being silly, but I couldn't help but feel like he was beginning to move on. Our friendship was a thing of the past.
/-/-/-/-
"… and then their souls were stolen away into the night."
I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest. Telling ghost stories in a foggy place at night was undoubtedly creepy, yet I couldn't help that think that the way Bianca told the story, it could have almost been mistaken for romance.
"The premise for that story seems entirely unlikely," Cheren informed us stoically. "And aren't we supposed to be raising our pokémon out here? I haven't even seen any wild pokémon in this Dream Yard."
Bianca huffed. "I think it's a great story. You're just in a bad mood because you lost your first gym batt—"
Cheren abruptly held an arm out for us to stop, and he looked sharply to the right. "I can hear something."
Curious, Bianca and I turned and peered into the fog. Just as I was about to suggest that our marathon of ghost stories were beginning to get to him, a figure became visible. The ghost stories had definitely affected me, and I stepped in closer to Bianca and Cheren, away from the shadowy figure.
The person or ghost or whatever it was came closer, and I was relieved to see that it was a normal girl stepping towards us. She smiled at us as if it was completely normal to run into people in the middle of a foggy night.
"Hey," she greeted. She looked straight at me before continuing, "Hey! What was your first pokémon? I'm really curious!"
"Umm, I have a snivy," I answered a bit confusedly. I still couldn't figure out why this girl was talking to us.
"A snivy!" she exclaimed happily. "Really? In that case, here!" She pulled a pokéball out of her pocket and tossed it to me. "That's a panpour! Your snivy is weak to fire types, but if you have panpour, it can deal with the fire types. If you have the right pokémon types with you, you can take on anything."
I stared at the panpour's pokéball as the girl started asking Bianca and Cheren the same question. Was this girl seriously giving away her pokémon? As a gift? Did she not like her pokémon? Did her pokémon even want to leave? I couldn't help but wonder if the pokémon was given a choice.
After the girl gave Cheren a pansage and Bianca a pansear, she merely turned and began leaving. I was just going to let her go, but before she got even five feet away, Cheren said, "Wait. Why are you even giving us your pokémon?"
"Um…" The girl didn't even turn around, but she looked back at us over her shoulder. "I think being a pokémon trainer is a bit too much for me. You look like you guys can handle it better."
Before we could even say anything more, she started running away. Her figure soon became lost in the formless fog. Cheren shrugged and put the pokéball in his jacket pocket where I assumed his other two were. He informed us, "They'll definitely be a help against those three gym leaders. Even if the gym leaders have the advantage against our starters, we have the advantage with these. I'm not complaining."
/-/-/-/-
I was complaining.
"Crap, Panpour! Stop it! Water gun the lillipup!"
The next morning, it didn't take me long to figure out why that girl was so eager to give away her pokémon. They (Panpour, at least) were just a few notches short of being psycho.
The panpour shot water at the puppy, but it hardly even aimed. It let out a high pitched sound that was oddly similar to a laugh, and it proceeded to do cartwheels. Before cartwheels, it had been doing peculiar energetic dances. It had also been trying to jump over the lillipup rather than fight it. Not to mention, it had been bouncing on the ground using the tuft on its head for a spring.
The wild lillipup was less interested in playing games, and as soon as it caught up to the cartwheeling pokémon, it landed a vicious bite into its side. Panpour let out a cry and scratched the lillipup across the nose. It barked angrily. This entire scenario was almost reminding me of my battle against Bianca's lillipup using Purrloin…
"Panpour, water gun it again!"
Apparently upset from being viciously bit, it aimed perfectly at its opponent and shot water at it again. It had more of an effect this time, and the lillipup did look weakened.
It was a start. Panpour was looking like it'd be tough to train, but I'd try my hardest. It was the only water type I'd come across so far, so it was best to keep it as far as strategy goes. Even if it was beyond hyperactive and would probably rather play than fight.
After it finally managed to defeat the lillipup, I called Panpour closer, and it ran over to me happily and did somersaults around my feet.
I crouched down on the ground and found a potion in my bag. Since the panpour was still weak, it needed to be healed if I was going to stay out here training. I tried to sound happy (and not annoyed) as I said, "Here you go!" I sprayed the potion on it, hoping that enough would get on its side where the bite was to heal it.
Before I was done spraying, it jumped up and snatched the potion from me. It excitedly bounded a few feet away before I could react and began spraying the potion into its mouth. It seemed sad when the potion ran out, but it was more energetic than ever. It was bouncing up and down, and it jumped over to my bag and began searching through it. Within moments, it found another potion and began spraying it into its mouth as well.
"Hey!" I protested as I tried to grab it back. The little monkey skittered away until the potion was entirely gone, and it threw the empty bottle back at me. What was up with this pokémon?
I stood up and made sure it couldn't get at my bag, and as I watched it bounce around some more, a thought hit me. This panpour—was it addicted to potions? That's what it was acting like. Frenzied and addicted to potions—were Bianca's and Cheren's the same? That would definitely explain why that girl was trying to get rid of them.
I sighed as I recalled the hyper pokémon. This was definitely going to take some work. It didn't seem like it hated battling like Purrloin did, but it had a strong lack of focus. As it was, could it actually help me against the gym leaders?
I looked down at Panpour's pokéball that I still held in my hand. We had to continue getting stronger. If I could bring Panpour up to the rest of my pokémon (well, Lillipup or Snivy) then I could probably take on the gym leader. Hyperactive or not, this water monkey had a strong advantage to fire pokémon—Snivy's weakness. I need Panpour to be stronger.
I tossed its pokéball up and down a few times loosely before throwing it forward. The panpour looked around for a few minutes to see if there were any wild pokémon I wanted it to fight, but upon not seeing any, it turned to look at me. Without taking my eyes of its, I pulled a potion out of my bag. I could see the pokémon closely follow my movements.
"You want this?" I asked in a deadpan voice. "You're going to have to train for it—train hard."
I had never seen a pokémon with more vigor to fight. It went running off to find an opponent, and I had to run after it, barely able to keep up. Well, at least it was putting in effort now.
Was what I was doing wrong? Morally? I was bribing it with something it seemed to have an addiction towards… But there wasn't anything bad about potions. I couldn't imagine any bad side effects other than slowly becoming immune to the healing properties. How did something get addicted to potions anyway? Maybe it wasn't an addiction--just a really obsessive love for the taste or something.
I sighed, but I had a renewed hope that I might be able to fight the gym leader sooner. If we trained for the rest of the day, would we be ready by tomorrow?
/-/-/-/-
The only way to find out was to try.
After spending that entire day and half the night training, I woke up groggily the next morning with the intent of getting that gym badge. What did it mean to have a gym badge, anyway? The only thing I knew was that it proved I was strong. I would have figured my pokémon could have proven that anyway, but after seeing Cheren so intent on fighting the gym battles… I felt compelled to, too.
Thus, it was on the third official day of my journey that I walked into the Gym Café for a battle. My pulse had sped up in anticipation, and I don't think I heard much of what Cilan said as he led me to where there would be enough space to start the battle. It was only when he stopped and his brothers accompanied him that I tuned into what was going on. Just in time, too—he was asking a question.
"So, um, what was your starter pokémon again?"
Without even fully being aware of what I was doing, I moved my hand down to rest on top of my bag where I kept my pokéballs as I answered, "Snivy."
I heard a small snicker, and I turned towards the one with red hair. "Snivy, eh? Grass type. It's been weeks since I've had an opponent." Chili's red eyes burned into mine as he pulled a pokéball out. He had a happy, almost sadistically excited, grin as he emphasized, "Weeks. I hope you're ready for this!"
He looked like he was charged with enough energy to take down an army. I thought of my new pokémon, Panpour. Chili wasn't the only one with energy. Was I ready for this battle? No. Not now, not ever. It was my third day of real pokémon battling, and I was sure I wasn't ready.
But my pokémon were.
/-/-/-/-
A/N: That last scene is so short... But I'm glad to see you guys are still sticking through with my story! Every review makes me so happy! And a special note of happiness to Lollisalol because I told her I'd try to have this chapter up by Saturday (today) and so I made sure I did! I didn't want to feel guilty or undependable. T_T If there are any mistakes in this chapter, I'm going to blame it on a large portion of it being written past midnight of the past two nights. ^^;
And about the girl in the Dream Yard... I never understood why some people in the games give away their pokemon for no reason. So, I made a reason.
And also, for all my American readers, I'd like to take a moment to inform you that the current McDonald's kids' toys are pokemon from Black and White! I'm still so obsessed with the games, so I just about went crazy when I learned that, haha! I currently have Reshiram, Zekrom, and Oshawott. I don't care if I'm going into college--I'm still getting Happy Meals.
Please continue to review! I appreciate it so much!
