Pre-chapter Conversation

"It's the final chapter, folks!" I shouted happily

"It's about time. You know how I hate losing." Izzy said. I rolled my eyes.

"I got it." I turned to the camera. "Anyway, if you're a slash fan, then you'll love my next few fics. For the next two or so months, it'll be nothing but slashy goodness here in the RP Dimension! That should hopefully tie you guys over while I write up our next adventure."

"Oh God, Boss! You're not serious, are ya!?" Izzy yelled desperately.

"Dead serious." I replied, nodding. Izzy groaned. "Anyway, in this chapter, Sam will return home. Will everybody believe that he was sent to that wacky dimension?"

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Rocketmon Epilogue: Home Sweet Home

The birds were chirping. The sun was shining through the window on a pale face. The boy opened his eyes. He allowed them to adjust to the light. When his eyes finally focused, he saw the bottom of his bed's top bunk, albeit it was a little fuzzy.

"I'm home…" He groaned as he sat up. "But am I in the right dimension?" He yawned as he stood up. He reached over and put on his glasses. He then looked at his calendar. It had the days of July displayed.

"Was it all a dream?" He muttered. "Only one way to find out."

"Pikachu?" He asked out loud. No answer. He looked at his computer desk, where his pokédex and poké balls can be found. They weren't there. The boy grinned.

"I'm home!" He cheered as he ran out of his room in his PJs, scaring his mother half to death.

"Sammy! What have I told you about yelling indoors?!" She screamed. Sam stopped and turned to Paula, tears filling up in his eyes. "Sammy…?"

"Mom! I've never been so happy to see you!" He yelled as he grabbed her in a tight hug.

"Ugh! Sam…can you let go of me!?" Sam kept his hold on Paula for a few moments longer before letting go. She gasped for air. "What was that about?" Sam looked around. Their video phone was replaced with a regular telephone.

"Mom, where's Pikachu at?" He asked. Paula raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"You know. My pokémon. Short, yellow, red cheeks, lightning bolt tail." Sam replied. Paula looked at him strangely.

"Err… Sam, there's no such thing as a pokéman…" She said. Sam grinned again.

"Yes! I'm really home!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran back into his room. He emerged a few minutes later dressed in his skate gear and his normal clothes. He skated out of the house, leaving behind a somewhat shocked Paula.

"I need to call a psychiatrist."

Outside, Sam skated up to the Rodriguez home. He went up the stairs and rung the bell. A few seconds later, Lars came to the door.

"Twister's not here, dork." He said, getting ready to close the door.

"Wait." Sam said. Lars stopped and looked at him. "I just wanted to know. What's your dad's job?" Lars gave him a strange look.

"He's a used car salesman. Why?"

"No reason. One more thing. Who's your rival?" Lars raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"Rocket Dork is. Everybody knows that." He replied.

"Just wanted to clear that up. Thanks." Sam said before going back down the stairs. "Yes! Lars isn't my rival!" He cheered as he skated away, leaving a freaked out Lars.

"Somebody's been playing too many video games and it ain't me!" He yelled before closing the door.

Sam had the biggest grin on his face as he skated past the citizens of Ocean Shores, who were going about their business. They all did different activities. Some kids were riding their bikes. Some were walking towards the beach with their surfboards in their hands. Most of the adults were having barbecues on their front lawns. Sam sighed happily when he didn't see a single pidgey or growlithe around.

"There's still one more thing I gotta see before I can know if everything's back to normal." He said to himself as skated towards the pier. When he got there, he took a look at Mad Town and the beach. In Mad Town, the half pipe was up and the bowls were no longer filled with cement. At the beach, the field that once occupied the sands was gone.

"They're back to normal. But wait…" Sam closed his eyes and turned to the left. He almost didn't want to reopen them, but he did.

Before him stood the Shore Shack! It was good as new. The whole place seemed to sparkle. He skated to the Shack and just stood in the entranceway.

The restaurant was empty except for five people. Ray and Tito were behind the surfboard counter. Ray was wearing his normal clothes instead of the doctor's uniform Sam had grown accustomed to. Sam also noted that Tito was wearing his normal, blue Hawaiian shirt under an apron instead of the pink chansey costume. Sam gasped and felt tears coming to his eyes again as he saw the other three people inside the restaurant.

Sitting at the counter were Otto, Reggie, and Twister. They were in their normal clothes. No longer was Otto wearing his Team Rocket uniform. No longer was Reggie wearing the revealing clothes. No longer was Twister wearing the meowth costume. The five people who Sam knows as his friends were talking before they stopped and turned to him. They got curious looks on them as they saw their friend crying. They all ran over to him.

"Sam!" They all yelled.

"Are you alright?" Reggie asked with heavy concern.

"What happened, little cuz?" Tito asked.

"Why are you crying, dude?" Twister asked. Sam sniffed as he stood up.

"I'm just so happy!" He yelled as grabbed everybody in a hug. "You don't know how glad I am to see you all again!" Everybody else struggled to breathe as they looked at each other with eyebrows raised.

"I thought I wouldn't have made it, but I won and I'm back!" Sam added. He broke the hug and everybody looked at him like he grew two heads.

"Did something happen last night?" Ray asked.

"And what do you mean by 'I'm back?' You never left." Otto said. Everything poured out of the portly kid.

From waking up in the strange dimension after a normal day of fun to discovering that everything he knew was changed for the worst to having to fight his friends on many different occasions with strange monsters. The group hung on Sam's every word as he relayed battle after battle. From that first night to fighting Lars to fighting the gym leaders.

He told them about the Girl's Day tournament, the S.S. Pineapple, and escaping from the giant pokémon. Finally, he told them about the battles in the Pacific League, the Hockey match in which he teamed up with his rival and Keoni, and the final match against the caped kid. Sam was panting after telling his story. His eyes were puffy and red from all the crying he did during his recollection.

"And that's it." He said, wiping away some tears. "I was brought back home." The rest of the group sat down, trying to absorb all the former trainer told. A few minutes passed before Sam heard the one thing he didn't expect to hear.

Laughter.

They were laughing at him. All three of his friends. It annoyed him to no end.

"You're laughing?" He said in disbelief. "I went through an harrowing experience like that and you have the nerve to laugh at me!? I could've died!"

"Squid, what you just described sounds like a story some geek would write!" Otto said, stifling his giggles. Everybody turned to the camera.

"Anyway, I'm telling you! That really happened!"

"Come on, Sammy. It was just a dream." Reggie said. "A really strange, sugar-induced dream, but a dream nonetheless. Now come on!"

"Yeah! Let's hit Mad Town!" Twister yelled as the trio skated out. Sam gaped at them before turning to Ray and Tito.

"And what about you two?" The two adults struggled to hold in their laughter.

"I…believe…you…" Ray said, coming very close to bursting.

"Y-Yeah…just…chill back on the video games, little cuz." Tito said before he and Ray faced each other.

"Pfffft!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"

Sam sulked as he left to join his friends.

'Was it really a dream?' He thought.

Later…

After a day of extreme action and trying to convince his friends that he really was taken to another dimension (and failing miserably), Sam walked inside his house. After convincing his mother that he didn't need to see a psychiatrist, he walked into his room with a frown.

"Why didn't anyone believe me?" He asked himself. "I mean, Twister's the one who gets things mixed up! I'm the reliable nerd! Everybody should've believed me!"

"Sam, who are you talking to?" Paula's voice was heard.

"-.- Nobody, Mom… And I'm not crazy! Why can't someone just.... Huh?" He noticed something sitting next to his computer.

It was the trophy he won at the Pacific League. Right next to it was a framed picture. It all seemed to gleam in the light of the setting sun. Sam walked up and took a look. Pictured were himself and the pokémon he used to defeat Izzy. There was an envelope under the picture. He picked it up, took out the letter, and read.

Dear Sam:

I thought you might want this trophy and this portrait as mementos of your adventure. After all, you earned them. Enclosed is another gift. Hope you like it. It took me forever to make.

Sincerely,

Izzy

PS: Pikachu says "Hi."

Sam reached into the envelope and pulled out a card. He smiled as he looked at it. Pictured on the card were him and Pikachu. They both seemed to be grinning at the camera. In the background, which was colored gold, was Team Rocket, who had their arms crossed and looked jealous. Sam looked at the card's name.

"'Best Friends Forever.'" He read. He then clipped the card to the lower left corner of the picture frame. "It wasn't a dream, after all." He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes with a smile, ready to continue on with his normal life.

THE END

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Post-story Conversation

"Well, that's it for this fic!" I started. "We'll see ya next week with our next fic! Til then, what will our next adventure bring? Who knows? But for now, from the Rocket Power dimension, I'm Prince Izzy!"

"And I'm Izzy!" My partner added.

"See ya!" We both yelled to the camera.