No one's reviewing. Wow, what a surprise. They ask for an update, and they don't appreciate it.

-I feel a weakness coming on-

The realms of my dreams are far greater than my reality.

-Okay, let's get started-

A young, lively girl with flame like hair and bright green eyes squealed at the sight her mother presented one Christmas morning. It was a Game Boy Heart Gold and Silver game. The girl greatly loved Pokémon and thanked her mother for the wonderful gift. She ran to her bedroom to play. A few hours later, she randomly spoke to the game.

"You know, I wish you and I could get married." The flame head girl said lovingly. One of Gold's emotion icons showed up. It was one of surprise and disgust. Marie, that young girl, wanted to marry him… Would he get no end of the fan girls? Gold sighed.

-next person, please-

"Dude, I can't believe you got this game from a little girl."

"She was crying after she finished the game. Saying something about monsters."

"The ranch hand will protect me, won't you?" The southern bell laughed and kissed his lover. Jamie was the type to make fun of damsels by always pretending to be one. Mac didn't care for it much, but Jamie still had a good heart when he wanted to show it. It was worth a few jokes. Jami e had also been helping him with the game, him being the only reason he got so far.

"This city is awfully empty. I mean, even Twinleaf in Platinum is filled with people."

"That's the starter?"

"Yeah. Wait, I think I hear screaming coming from the game."

"Ah don't think there's supposed to be screaming."

"Nope. Enter the gym; I think it's coming from there."

The game looked like it was taking an eerie turn for the worst. However, with encouragement from Jamie, he pulled through. The hallways turned blood red with headless NPCs showing up everywhere. Jamie volunteered to play for Mac, before the cowboy had a heart attack. Curiosity was getting the best of them. They screamed at the sight that greeted them.

-Last person, didn't actually play-

A tall, Cuban man walks up to a weary boy with a cowboy hat. His eyes were full of tears as he manned a small shop of sorts. The man assumes the boy doesn't want to let go of his things. He then looks over to a jar, marked "How much longer?" He is confused but decides not to ask. The boy looked as though he had been through something traumatic. His attention is caught by a Game Boy game.

"How much for this?" The Cuban asked with a slight accent.

"That right there," he softly began, "is completely free, sir. I don't want nor need it."

"Why are you selling anyways?"

"To pay for a…close friend's funeral. My family is poor, so we have to sell whatever we can."

"I understand." The Cuban left the ranch hand to his mourning. He lifted a stray blonde strand from his face. Jamie had always said his ranch hand would protect him. He always said it, be a joke or said as the truth. It was one of Mac's favorite lines.

"I couldn't protect you this time." He said sobbing.

-Back to the present-

All of his memories ran like a train in his mind. His game, his, had caused plenty of catastrophe and sorrow. The game had a strange effect on reality, and if you angered it, it had severe consequences. Demi, besides the dream, was happy to be playing and spending time with him. She just couldn't wait to name the Totodile he had stolen. He couldn't wait much either.

-Yeah sorry-

Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by my other fics. I don't know. I'll try to make the other chapter longer though.