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Last Chapter peoples! Oh, and by popular demand… I have the Pokemon fanfic from which I 'adopted' Dent:

http/ the plus-side, he does kill Ash. I liked that bit.

Anyway… Ayebee has just opened the Pokemon file on her computer; will she make Dante suffer for insulting her writing and generally being irritating? Or will he actually manage, for the first time in his life to… Dum dum dum!… apologise?

Or… just what exactly is the story here? Are you reading it?

Wrote this during a bout of writers block, sorry ifthis chapter'snot as funny… and I know it's not as funny… I really hate it. Truly, but I can't THINK!

"Right." I crack my fingers again. Time to make the Dent pay.

"Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss!"

With a yelp, I slapped my hands over my ears, tearing them from the keyboard.

"Not again!"

I stumbled from the computer, knocking papers everywhere onto the floor. I rushed into the living room, slipping on the tiled floor in my Flaafy-wool socks. I scooped the small pink ball from the ground and gently began rocking it,

"Shhhh, little guy."

The small round Pokemon, closely resembling an alarm-clock, blinked it's huge cross-shaped eyes and whimpered. I breathed a sigh of relief and stroked it's thick ears softly,

"It's alright, Whismer."

"Wh... whismer?"

I sat it down on the ground gently and it waddled off, I rounded the corner to the next room and growled,

"Nuzleaf!"

The half-acorn, half-pinocchio Pokemon attempted to smile innocently... something it had obviously picked up off me. I glared at it,

"What have I told you? No Grass-song in the house! You know that the pitch hurt's Whismer's ears!"

"Nuzleaf... Nuz!" It's shoulders drooped and it hung it's head. I instantly felt guilty,

"I wish you wouldn't do that... you make it so hard for me to scold you." I stroked it's leaf affectionately and it grinned, hopping off to find some Seadot to play with. I sighed, putting a hand over my eyes. There was no way I was going to finish this book in time!

"Asher? Is everything alright?" Nurse Joy poked her head around the corner. I shook my head,

"It's all under control. Nuzleaf was playing it's song again."

"Oh!" Joy hid a smile, "It seems to like music as much as you do."

I half-smiled,

"That's what I'm afraid of." I made my way back upstairs again, muttering and grumbling under my breath.

"The fantasic journey, by Asher Redwood? How can I write about adventures when I'm stuck in this godforsaken cesspit!" I slammed my door, the Exploud in my room jumped, startled.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspisciously. It held out a bunch of flowers that it had bitten into musical notes.

"Loud! Ex-ploud!" It announced proudly. I felt all irritation die away from me instantly. I took them and smiled,

"You are just the sweetest thing that I have ever seen!" It smiled and drew itself up, waddling out of the room emitting small soundbursts every now and them. I looked at the flowers and raised an eyebrow, sighing. I put them down next to my computer and banged my head on the desk.

"I have to get out of here." I groaned.

That afternoon, Nurse Joy and I were flat out. Apparently there had been some Pokemon Competition, and now they all needed treatment.

"Hel-lo? My Gloom needs treatment... today?"

"I've been waiting here for half an hour!"

"Tick-tock people!"

I tried to organise the Blisseys as fast as I could,

"Alright, you take the Shiftry. You make sure that Raichu gets powered down. Keep this Ninetails warm!"

"Asher! I need help at the counter!" Nurse joy called from the front.

"I'm organising the Blisseys!"

"Then get some of the Pokemon to help!"

I looked at the small crowd of Pokemon that had become my entourage,

"Ok, Chinchou, siphon some, not all, of the electricity from Raichu. He's go too much. Try holding whilst doing Surf."

"Chou!" They bounced off.

"Milotic! Do whatever you can, but calm this Shifty down! He needs to go into the operating room, but not while he's this stressed!"

"Tic!" It glided off.

"Magmar, keep Ninetails warm, it fell into the river. Try a gentle Ember. Ok?"

"Magmar!" It waddled off.

"Ok," I joined Joy at the front. She was worried and tired,

"So many Pokemon! Some people really need to take better care of their Pokemon."

I refrained from agreeing with her in front of so many trainers and grabbed four Pokeballs from a young trainer. Slipping the balls into their slots on the regenerating machine, I pulled over the cover and switched it on. After about ten seconds of humming and a flash, they were healed.

"Here." I shoved them back into the trainer's hand and moved onto the next trainer. I passed Joy as she came back from the machine, "Looks like it's going to be a long night."

It was well after 10pm by the time the last trainer went out of the door. Joy and I were leaning on the bench, the pokemon who had been helping us were at our feet enjoying some well-deserved Pokeblok.

The Pokemon Centre had been acting as a Pokemon 'pound' for a long time. Various Pokemon that had been abandoned or mistreated were brought to the centre. We cared for them, then let them go when they felt that they were ready. However, sometimes they didn't want to leave, so we got stuck with the occasional Exploud and Nuzleaf.

My father, Professor Redwood, had sent me to the Slateport City pokemon Centre for work experience about a year ago. That was before he disappeared. He had been investigating the legend of the 'Guardian of the Forest' in the Ilex Forest, and had just simply vanished one day. Leaving me with a guardian Nurse and a bunch of irritating, yet adorable, Pokemon.

Being 17, I had my own Pokemon, but I rarely battled them. I never had the time. I usually let them run around with the other 'adopted' Pokemon, that seemed to keep them happy. Sometimes, for practise, we'd stage the occasional 'Pokemon Battle'. Other than that... I was no hard-core Pokemon Trainer.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a bleeping from the computer.

"Looks like we've got some mail." I opened it. It was a message from Officer Jenny, a friend of Joy's.

"Apparently, Team Rocket have been robbing some of the Pokemon Centres around Slateport. It's a security warning." I looked up at Joy, "I think we should make sure the doors are locked tonight." She nodded,

"Especially with the Pokemon being here."

Exploud waddled up to me and beat it's chest once. I laughed,

"I think I've got myself a bodyguard."

Later than night, I was laying awake in bed. In a tiny corner of my heart, I actually wanted the Pokemon Centre to be robbed. At least it would give me the excuse to leave, and I could get them back. Anything to get out of here!

I sighed and rolled onto my side. Suddenly I froze, the door to my bedroom being nudged open. Was it Team Rocket come to rob us? I wasn't serious! I didn't mean it!

"Whis...mer?"

I breathed out a sigh of relief and sat up against the pillows. It was only that little Whismer again.

"Can't sleep huh?" I grinned.

"Whismer!"

"Well, neither can I." The little pink blob just sat there on the floor next to me, looking up expectantly. I smiled and picked it up, plopping it in my lap, "Scared of the dark, are we?"

"Whismer!" It hopped onto the pillow next to me and settled down under my quilt cover.

"Hey! This bed's for humans!... oh, what the hey." I settled down next to it and closed my eyes, hoping that I wouldn't roll on it. It snuggled closer to my neck, then it fell asleep. I wasn't too late after it.

My eyes snapped open.

"Seadot!"

"Seadot?"

"Dot!... Seadot!"

I sat up, trying not to wake the Whismer. The floor was covered in sleeping Pokemon - Seadot being the most numerous - but the Milotic, the Nuzleaf, a Magmar and my bodyguard Exploud... but that wasn't what had woken me.

Someone, or something had woken the Seadot.

I pretended to go back to sleep, the room was silent except for the occasional wimpers from the Whismer in it's sleep, and the tiny squeaks of "Seadot!" from the Seadot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow shift.

"Milotic!" It snapped awake suddenly, the shadow froze, "Wrap!" It quickly fastened itself around the intruder. They tried to wriggle free,

"Hey! Gerroff!"

I snapped on the light. There, on my bedroom floor, was a rather familiar figure...

"Ayebee."

I turn around casually, fingers poised over the keyboard. Oh I loved the power of Author –rity.

Get it?

"Oh. It's you." I sigh and turn back to the computer. A Milotic asleep at my feet growls at the tall man in red, "Come to beg for mercy?"

He snorts,

" Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged."

"You couldn't do that. I'm your main source of inspiration."

"You also have an older brother…" I smirk and begin typing again…

I snapped on the light. There, on my bedroom floor, was a rather familiar figure.

"Haven't I seen you before?" I asked, frowning. Blue eyes looked up in irritation-

"Are you really sure that you want to dredge up your Pokemon story?" He asks edgily.

"Positive." I grin devilishly, "I'm introducing a new character."

"Ayebee! Hallooooo!"

I almost fall off my chair as a hand lands heavily on my shoulder. Venom - smelling suspisciously chocolate-y - looks at the screen and squints,

"Now this is something I haven't seen in a loooooong while." He sways slightly. I sigh and pick his arm off my shoulder. He wavers, then hits the floor.

"You've been into the chocolate milk again, haven't you?"

He sits up and grins innocently,

"Nup."

"Alright." Dante lifts him like a rag doll and throws him out of the room. He slides along the lino, until he comes to a stop at GG's feet. GG looks down and throws his glass onto the floor beside him.

"I, serrr," He slurs, "Challenge you to a.. du-aaah…" He flops to the floor, landing across Venom and joining in with his companion's chorus of snores.

"Nervous, are we?" I raise an eyebrow. Dante tried to lean against the brown couch behind me, however upsetting a pile of Kirok's leftover papers. He straightens and crosses his arms,

"I don't get nervous."

"Oh really?"

I snapped on the light. There, on my bedroom floor, was a rather familiar figure.

"Haven't I seen you before?" I asked, frowning. Blue eyes looked up in irritation,

"No." He said forcefully.

"You're that trainer that-

"Alright!" Dante suddenly interrupted my typing… again.

"Alright what?" I swing around in the chair and cross my arms.

Grumbling to himself, he grits his teeth,

"Maybe it wasn't so bad."

I start to smile,

"What wasn't so bad?"

"The… story."

"What story?" I ask innocently.

"The one Virgil was arguing about."

"Virgil?"

"You're that trainer!" I struggled for the name again, "Da-

"The one that I was arguing about."

I lift my fingers from the keyboard,

"And…?"

Silence.

"You're that trainer!" I struggled for the name again, "Dan-

"And… " He sighs, giving in. I was going to remember this for the rest of my life… truly something I was going to tell my Grandchildren about.

"And I admit that I started the fight with Virge. I'm egotistical, lazy and selfish-"

"You forgot pig-headed."

"-and," He ignored me, "I should never question your superior writing technique." He finished (Gasp) sweetly. I sigh contentedly to myself.

That was so worth it. I sigh and close down the computer, turn around…

…and he's gone?

"Excuse me? Did you just actually have me apologise?

What the-? How did you get out here?

"I never apologise… besides, it was your fault anyway."

Excuse me? You don't exist. How could you-

"If I didn't exist, could I do this?"

Ow! That hurt!

"You shouldn't write insulting stories about people, you know."

But.. you're not… I mean, how… what… I… that's it!

Outside my bedroom door, my father – my real father – watches me storm out of my room. Confused, he looks after me then into my room. Computer on. Empty. He sighs and takes a breath,

"Sharyn! She's talking to herself again!"

Stay tuned for another episode featuring Venom and GG... and their hangover.