If there's anyone out there who was enjoying this fic, I'm sorry for how lazy I got with the ending. If you wanted to see it get an actually good ending, please let me know and I'll consider writing one. The reason I'm doing it this way is because it really seems to me like nobody cared about this fic, which is fine. I stopped caring about it myself.
I just beat the Pokémon League and everyone there made a big huge deal about it but I honestly couldn't possibly care less. This journey through Kanto did not at all go like I thought it would. I was expecting lots of fun and excitement but it instead just kinda existed. I feel dumb for expecting this to be a grand adventure. My mom straight up lied to me. She said a lot has changed since I've been away, but everything is pretty much exactly how I remember it. I also feel dumb for expecting Kanto to be different.
I'm definitely going home now. Hopefully my life can get back on track, but I know for a fact it won't. I don't even care about Pokémon much anymore. There's a really important thing in Galar this month and I didn't even know which day it was on until I accidentally saw the date online yesterday. That's how unexcited for it I am. Instead, all I've been able to think about is Luan Special. None of that is a metaphor for Anthony, the person writing this, at all. He's always used me as a projection of himself, but he's most definitely not doing that here.
But yeah, that "me falling in love with Luan Special and not liking it" thing is still a thing despite the fact it's gone nowhere. Anthony has been making me, his former favorite character, go through something horrible for no good reason. And I'm not talking about this fic. But I easily could be. Anthony said the love plot line thing is gonna lead to something on Valentine's Day. That had better be where it ends or I am so grabbing him by the...
So anyway, I'm back at my house in Y Universe Kalos now. I'm putting my key in the lock, turning my key, taking it back out, opening the door, and walking into the living room. There doesn't seem to be anybody here. "Sasha? Twin Anthony? Undeveloped talking Meowstic character who adds nothing and is 100% pointless? Anybody home?"
"I'm not home, but I'm here." Aaahh! I know that voice. It can't possibly be who I think it is. If it is, that is awesome! I'm turning around to see who it is and...Nope! It's some random little blonde boy I've never seen before in my life. Is...Is he wearing a bow tie? What is this, 1944? Wait. Does that joke make any sense at all? Oh, who cares? "My name is Lane," he says. "I don't know if it's socially acceptable to go into strangers' houses without permission in this universe, but it's really cold outside and I don't have my coat."
Oh my Arceus. I just realized who this kid probably is. Seriously, Anthony?! You're doing this to me?! "What are you doing here?"
"Well...Uhh...There's this uhh...kinda sorta problem I've been having lately and I thought maybe you could help me with it," he responds while looking down and twirling the hair on the side of his head.
"I'm sorry, but not right now. I can tell by the way you look that you're an opposite gender version of Luan Special and anything related to her is the last thing I need right now. Right now, I just wanna be sad about my declining in quality life alone."
"Understandable."
"Call me on the day after Valentine's Day and ask me if I'm ready to talk to you then."
"I don't know what Valentine's Day is, but I can look it up. Also, there's a note on the fridge for you that you should read. Not from me." He's now facing the front door, opening it, and hanging his butt in the air. "Kick me out. It'll make you feel better."
"Okay," I say, surprisingly happy.
I kicked him about an hour ago. I haven't read that note he told me about yet because laying on the couch sounded like something I'd much rather do. I'll go check it out now though.
It says everybody's at some party celebrating how Ash finally beat the Kalos Pokémon League and I'm invited. I'm now balling the piece of paper up and tossing it in the trash. That's right. This one particular piece of paper belongs in the trash, not the recycle bin.
Ash finishing his Kalos journey was supposed to be the lead-in to Eureka starting a new one in Galar. But, unless someone wants him to, it is very very unlikely Anthony is still going to write that. Please feel free to tell him if you want to see Eureka's Galar journey.
"What is Karli's problem?" Diancie asks, annoyed with me.
