Chapter 4: Hoenn Feels the Cold

Brendan's mom was getting worried, so to calm herself down she turned on PNN. "Lately someone has been send on a mission to retrieve the abductees of the unidentified kidnappers. The person, as expected, is nowhere to be seen now." I'm lucky that my son isn't one of the crazy sort as to volunteer for stuff like that, she thought. "Also, there has been some sort of cold wind current blown over Hoenn, so although it's summer, it looks like it's gonna snow so prepare some long-sleeved clothes." Brendan's mother looked at her watch. 5:30 PM. Brendan should be home by now. Weird. She went out of the house and decided to ask Prof. Birch. When she entered, she realized the professor and his colleagues had all been abducted – there rarely left the lab. Also there were halves of stuff scattered everywhere. It was also then that she realized the unwanted truth that was hanging around – had Brendan been abducted too?

"Hm…m..ah?? Where's this??" Brendan had woke up – into a crystal world. The crystal flowers fields glistened in the crystal sun. There was a sort of crystal stream which was just liquid enough to flow by lethargically. Somehow the crystal seemed to be spreading – everything it touched turned to beautiful, icy crystal.

"Dude!! Wake up and get a load of THIS!" exclaimed Brendan, looking positively hyper about the strange surrounding.

"You..can't…seeeeee…me..what?" gasped Wallace as a bucket of crystal liquid splashed him in the face. "Sorry, just dreaming."

"About John Cena? Gimme a break." Brendan turned away and rolled his eyes. "I always thought he was gay."

"I decided to ignore that," stated Wallace. "So can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

"Don't think so, we're the only ones here.. But wherever we are, it's WICKED! Crystal world! Grab a load, and get on home! We're RICH!" Brendan was jumping around ecstatically, his hands spraying the liquid across the stream.

Wallace sighed. "Problem is, how are we supposed to "get on home"?"

Brendan stopped jumping and thought about the question. He has a point, he thought slowly. There doesn't seem to be any exit. Was I too excited by a new world? ……No way outa here??

"MOMMMY!! WAHHHH!"

Wallace forced back a chuckle. "Gosh. Ain't no need for that kind of panic. Who was the one all jumpy and excited a minute ago?"

They got up and walked towards the fortress, a strange, crystal (duh!) transparent fortress, which they had both somehow seen before….

The Unowns were still scanning the rows and rows of hostages. All of them were unconscious and weren't lucky enough to land outside of the fortress.

"I don't think any of them have what we want," said B disappointedly.

"Shut up and keep searching," spat X. "Besides, we need a spokesman. Like, translating for us. Nobody yet understands unownish. We could speak through them."

"Well, check out this guy!" suggested A, pointing to the mayor. He looks prof enough… whaddya think?"

"Doesn't work," replied Y, shaking its antennae. "He's old. I hate old people. Shut up, B."

"B's right, that is ageist, but I don't think the mayor works," said C as objectively as possible. "Oh look, hot babe." C was eyeing Haley, who was doubled up over the wall. It floated speedily to her and promptly picked her up. "Hey look, I'm a hot babe with. – ooh, angelic voice. Whaddya think? Y?"

"You've got her, C. Now get on with business…"

The auto-seeking fans had finally smashed through the door with 52 rock blasts. Scaling the ice steps, they entered the secret study – with no one inside. "Come out, you and the kid. We know you're in here!" But searching for half an hour (as it was a small study), they were pretty sure no one was in the room.

"They must have slipped out somewhere. What other explanation is there?" said one fan.

"Dude, they must have been ABDUCTED," mocked another. She and her best buddy laughed, tensely.

"Taking advantage of the news is soooo low," commented the best buddy sarcastically. It was met with a cold, questioning look from the fan who had first spoken. When she opened her mouth this time, her voice sounded unnaturally airy and floaty…

"So you think the kidnappings are a joke? Do you think so?"

"What, you think they're real? It's just someone doing a joke and hiding the evidence. Halves of things don't… what? Chill out."

For she wasn't laughing, unlike the old friend she used to be. She looked dead serious…to tell the truth, she wasn't looking at anything at all. Her face was blank as a sheet. Taking off before she could stop herself, the sarcastic fan whipped out her cell and dialed the police in panic….

Wallace and Brendan were still trying to figure out what it was about the crystal fortress they had seen before. Suddenly, Brendan had a realization.

"A movie!" he exclaimed. "I saw in a movie that this place was built by some black letter thingies, Entei and a little girl, Molly."

The idea was met with an eye roll from Wallace. "Movie's aren't real, dork. What's Entei anyway?"

"But seriously," insisted Brendan, his eyes gleaming. "It looks exactly the same."

"Cut the baby talk and let's get on. OK, there isn't any entrance, we, oh wait, I gotta blast a hole in this thing."

Brendan's eyes liquefied. "Hey…! I'm with you in this too. I'll tell you what Entei is."

Wallace sighed. "Oh god. Okay okay, WE. Happy, loser? And, I know what Entei is, it's a burger. I'm not stupid."

Wallace was right. About the entrance, that was. It was completely sealed by jagged stalagmite-like crystals, looking really strong for something made out of crystal, except for a little patch in the third floor wall that looked like a burn. (Charizard did that in the 3rd Pokemon movie.) Neither Wallace nor Brendan, however, had a fire Pokemon to burn through the crystal. The former poked the latter. "Hey, does your zig know hyperbeam?"

"Hyper beam? What the heck?" Brendan looked bewildered.

"Dammit."

"Try Milotic's Water Pulse," suggested Brendan with another alternative.

Wallace nodded. "Not a bad idea. I suppose water may dissolve the wall. Go Milotic!" A flash of red and green light as a premier ball burst open into the even brighter yellow of Milotic's delicate scales. A stream of blue followed as Milotic released powerful ultrasonic waves into the wall, of which it dissolved a jagged hole.

Brendan applauded and jumped around more thrilled than ever. "DUDE! That's UBER PWNAGE MAN!"

"Kid, we aren't on the internet, and will never be if we don't get out of here. So don't expect our stories to be posted on some website and stop speaking internet slang."

"Chill. Look, the hole's closing up. We gotta get in!"

They both climbed through the hole – Wallace first, of course.