The next morning, I woke up early. It was 6 o'clock in the morning. I yawned and stretched. Then, I realized that the whole night, I had been dreaming about Typhlosion.

I kept having a nightmare about Typhlosion attacking me and then laughing at me with my past classmates as it burned me alive. I tried to forget it and carry on with my day. First, I got some breakfast, and then I got dressed.

Afterward, I went downstairs to the TV room, where I had put my laptop. I turned it on, and checked the internet news.

"Huh?" I said. "What?"

I was shocked. The school incident had made headlines. My mind was blown.

"What is happening?" I wondered.

I read the article again.

"According to the police, the blaze happened at 8 p. m., on the 23rd of January in the basement of a building located at number 1 West Road. According to witnesses, the fire started quickly.

The fire brigade arrived within minutes, but the building was already engulfed in flames. The only known survivor was a young man, who was found unconscious near the entrance of the building.

The police were searching for the suspect, who could have possibly set the fire to cover up a crime such as theft or robbery. The victim was taken to the hospital by the police, and we hope he will recover soon."

"But," I said. "Why did he-"

"They are still searching for the arsonist," the reporter interrupted. "The investigation is ongoing."

"Wow," I whispered.

I read through the rest of the articles.

"How come I was unconscious?" I wondered.

I checked the clock again: 8: 14 a. m.

The time had passed really fast, and it was now time to go to university. I opened the door and took a deep breath. I was indeed a little late, as I had entertained myself reading the news for so long.

After I ran to catch the bus, nearly falling down in the process, I made it in time. I sat down, and as I took out my notebook, I noticed that there was a note attached to it.

Could it be from Typhlosion? I didn't know Pokémon could write! I unfolded the paper and read it.

"dear oliver, i wont bother writing this letter longer or beter. i know u wont read this cause ur always busy studying, like nerds do. ill tell u what i want to tell u later. bye."

I stared at the letter. Oh great, it wasn't even an actual letter. It was just a note saying he wanted to tell me something. Maybe it was a good idea to listen to him anyway.

"Alright," I said as I folded the letter back into its original shape, and put it back into my pocket.

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After a rather long day, I came home, and headed to the living room, hoping to see if he had come back. However, I didn't see him anywhere.

I sighed. I would have to wait until tomorrow for the answer to his question. I closed the front door behind me, and stepped inside the house. It was quite late, and I wanted to start my deeds.

I had a lot of homework to do, and I didn't want to stay up all night. But then, I remembered the letter again. What in the world could he want to tell me?

I went to my desk and pulled out the letter. I looked at it carefully. Was it possible that this was a joke? Maybe he wanted to trick me. Or maybe he just wanted to warn me.

Either way, I should probably try to understand the message better.

I unfolded the letter again. Trying to read between the lines, I read the letter again.

"dear oliver, i wont bother writing this leter longer or beter. i know u wont read this cause ur always busy studying, like nerds do. ill tell u what i want to tell u later. bye."

I thought about it one of those jokes?

No, I'm pretty sure that he meant everything he wrote. If he wanted to play a prank, he could've easily done it without leaving a note for me, too.

This seemed more serious than anything, at least, having in count how short-brained the typical 'tough guys' like him are.

So what did he want to say? I put the letter aside, and picked up my computer. There was only one thing left to do.

I searched in Poogle, trying to find more about his species. Maybe I could get some clues. I typed in Typhlosion in the search bar, and clicked enter.

A few seconds later, a list of results popped up. I clicked on one of them.

"Typhlosion," it read. "A strong and fierce fire Pokémon. They are carnivorous and territorial, and will not hesitate to attack anything that comes near their territories."

That was interesting (and terrifying).

I clicked on another link.

"Typhlosion, a fire Pokémon from Johto. They are ferocious when angry, and it's body burns very intensely when they become enraged. They are most commonly found wandering the desertic plains when temperatures are high.

When they encounter something they don't like, they will immediately go for the throat and attempt to bite the target's head off. Also, when they feel threatened, they will spew large amounts of fire to protect themselves.

They usually live alone, but they are capable of being trained by humans. In fact, many Trainers use them as their starter form is rather more tame than their evolved forms."

It's crazy!

All these facts seemed to fit together perfectly. It was clear that I must be extremely careful when talking to this guy. As I was thinking about what else I could learn about his species, I suddenly heard a voice call me.

"Oliver!"

I jumped.

I was so scared that I almost dropped my computer.

I spun around.

"Whoa, calm down," a familiar voice called.

It was just an incoming voice call from 'Discordial', the webpage where you can talk while playing!

I relaxed, as I saw that it was just my online friends showing up. It was the best part of my life, as it made me forget about my loneliness.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi Oliver," he said. "We're just going to play Pokémon. You wanna join us?"

"Sure," I answered. I never understood why to make a game about something that happens in real life, everyday, but, bruh, who cares.

"Great," he said. "Let's begin."