A Gateway to Madness
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, I don't WANT to own Pokémon, if I owned Pokémon this would be a movie, not a book. I also don't own Game Boy (Color) or Post-It notes. Any resemblance to actual people/places or people/places in other fanfics is accidental, excluding Alex Butler. The only things I own are Thomas Andrew Parker, Dr. Janet Hillson, and all other characters in this story, excluding Alex Butler. Alex Butler is (c) 1990 John & Eileen Butler. LOL
Game Boy (Color/Advance) and Pokémon (Gold/Crystal) (c) 2001 Nintendo Post-It notes (c) 3M
Note: Alex Butler is my brother, who has given me permission to represent him in this story.
Note: Although I own the characters, you are free to use them in your own fanfics, as long as you include a note saying that you got them from CooliaCat.
Note: If you find any plot holes or spelling errors, tell me in your review. I'll be very grateful.
4:03 am
Thomas started to pack. In just an hour, he'd be in paradise. That is, if his theory worked. But, then again, how could it NOT work? He had read every book in the Philadelphia Public Library on parallel universes, Pokémon, and portable electronics.
Thomas Andrew Parker was a Pokémaniac. He didn't go to church, preferring to worship by meditating to the soundtrack of the latest Pokémon movie. His prayers were PokéRaps. His internet screen name was IMPokeMan (I am Poké-Man).
Today was the first day of Thomas' freshman high school year, but he wasn't going to school. He found his Post-It notes in the shape of a PokéBall, grabbed a pencil with a Pikachu-shaped eraser, and wrote the following note:
Dearest family,
I am leaving this world to pursue other opportunities. Don't worry, I'm not committing suicide. If you want to see me, turn on the Pokémon show.
IMPokéMan
Tommy P.
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Author's Note: Please review! I'll R & R at least one fic by each person who reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, I don't WANT to own Pokémon, if I owned Pokémon this would be a movie, not a book. I also don't own Game Boy (Color) or Post-It notes. Any resemblance to actual people/places or people/places in other fanfics is accidental, excluding Alex Butler. The only things I own are Thomas Andrew Parker, Dr. Janet Hillson, and all other characters in this story, excluding Alex Butler. Alex Butler is (c) 1990 John & Eileen Butler. LOL
Game Boy (Color/Advance) and Pokémon (Gold/Crystal) (c) 2001 Nintendo Post-It notes (c) 3M
Note: Alex Butler is my brother, who has given me permission to represent him in this story.
Note: Although I own the characters, you are free to use them in your own fanfics, as long as you include a note saying that you got them from CooliaCat.
Note: If you find any plot holes or spelling errors, tell me in your review. I'll be very grateful.
4:03 am
Thomas started to pack. In just an hour, he'd be in paradise. That is, if his theory worked. But, then again, how could it NOT work? He had read every book in the Philadelphia Public Library on parallel universes, Pokémon, and portable electronics.
Thomas Andrew Parker was a Pokémaniac. He didn't go to church, preferring to worship by meditating to the soundtrack of the latest Pokémon movie. His prayers were PokéRaps. His internet screen name was IMPokeMan (I am Poké-Man).
Today was the first day of Thomas' freshman high school year, but he wasn't going to school. He found his Post-It notes in the shape of a PokéBall, grabbed a pencil with a Pikachu-shaped eraser, and wrote the following note:
Dearest family,
I am leaving this world to pursue other opportunities. Don't worry, I'm not committing suicide. If you want to see me, turn on the Pokémon show.
IMPokéMan
Tommy P.
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Author's Note: Please review! I'll R & R at least one fic by each person who reviews.