Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. Like srsly.

A/N Hey, long time no see, my awesome readers! :D Sorry it's been so long. I've been under a lot of stress, and it's been wearing me down. :( I'm tired pretty much all the time, it seems. But, hey, at least you finally get an update! (Warning: This hasn't been proofread at all. I'm tired, 'kay? *cries forever*)

This chapter is about the use of author's notes in inside story. Plus a Mary Sue. Because yeah.

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When Author's Notes Attack

This is the story of a pokémon trainer named Moonbeam. (a/n she has an unusual name because she's the star lol.) She was just starting her pokémon journey, but she wasn't very excited. (a/n you'll see why in a while, okay? it has to do with her childhood and i'll explain soon, it's cooler than you think.) She had severe poképhobia. In other words, a fear of pokémon.

You see, Moon (a/n that's her nickname because she doesn't like her real name because she thinks it's too fancy even though her friends say it's beautiful, lol.) was attacked by a really powerful pokémon when she was just three years old. (a/n it's a surprise what pokémon it is, lol.) Somehow she survived when it attacked her, but she didn't escape unscathed (a/n unscathed means not hurt. i use that word all the time, even though my mom says not many people my age know what it means, lol. i'm so weird) She was left with a scar across her eye (a/n kinda like Scar in Lion King, except hers was thinner, lol. great movie btw, except when that one lion guy died.) made by a Dragon Claw attack. Moon's friends all thought her scar was cool, but Moon just thought it made her look ugly.

Besides her scar, Moon didn't think she was all that ugly, just kinda plain and boring. She had pale ivory skin that never got tan no matter how long she was in the sun, which made her jealous of all the girls who didn't stay so pale. She had bright violet eyes (a/n she's not a Mary Sue though. this is the pokémon world, so violet eyes are possible, though they're rare.) She had always been really skinny, no matter how much she ate, but now that she was eighteen, she was finally getting curves "in all the right places," as her friends said. (a/n i know that sounds cliché, but her friends like to say weird stuff, lol.) She had sleek raven-colored hair that reached to her waist. (a/n i like to say "raven-colored" because this one annoying author with a dumb name hates it when people say that. i'm a rebel, lol. ;D) She also had really long, dark eyelashes that annoyed her, because they made her look like she was wearing makeup . . . and she hated makeup. (a/n she's a tomboy like me, lol. girly girls are annoying.) She often had boys stare at her as she walked by, so she wore all black to try to not stand out so much.

As Moon pulled on her black combat boots, she sighed. She was getting her first pokémon today, and she was terrified. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, though. Her face was perfectly calm, and when her mother called to her to come downstairs, she kept perfect composure (a/n i like to use that word a lot, which annoys my friends. they say a talk like a professor, lol.)

"Coming, Mother!" she called down to her. Her English accent was a little stronger than usual, which always happened when she was nervous. She ran swiftly down the stairs, her boots hardly making a sound as she ran. (a/n she's pretty light, lol.)

"You called?" Moon asked when she got downstairs.

"Yes," said her mother, whose name was Jane. (a/n that's probably why she named her kid Moonbeam, because she wanted someone in her family to have a fancy name, lol.) "I was wondering if you were ready to head over to Professor Oak's lab." Suddenly, she smiled. (a/n she wasn't frowning or anything before that, lol. her face was just normal.) "I hear he has a special pokémon for you."

"All right, that enough!" a stranger's voice called out suddenly. Jane jumped and squealed in alarm, while Moon simply turned her head in the direction of the noise. (a/n she was scared too, but she was good at not showing it. she's kinda like me that way.)

Jane and Moon watched as a stranger stormed into their house. It was a rather girly-looking guy (or maybe a guyish-looking girl? It was hard to tell) who looked to be about Moon's age, or maybe a little older. Moon had never seen him before, which was strange, because she thought she knew everyone in Pallet Town.

"I've had just about enough of this . . . this kind of writing style!" the stranger seethed. (a/n hey, who hacked my computer?!)

"What are you talking about?" asked Moon, while her mom hid behind a lamp.

The stranger threw up his hands in frustration, almost knocking off his nerdy-looking glasses in the process. (a/n ha, i bet he looked nerdy. and Tommy, if it was you who hacked this, i'll smash your ugly face with a hammer!) "I'm talking about this convoluted story, ya bloody idiot!" he yelled, his faint southern accent making that sentence sound pretty weird.

Moonbeam's eyes flashed dangerously, which didn't seem to scare the somewhat androgynous (*coughDudeLooksLikeALadycough*) young man. Or woman. Because it was pretty darn hard to tell. "I haven't the faintest clue what you are talking, you Forrest-Gump-sounding creep!" (a/n i bet that guy's as dumb as Forrest Gump too! i'm seriously gonna kill whoever hacked this.)

"Whoa, hold on a sec. My accent is not that strong. Yours, on the other hand-"

"Is there something wrong with my accent?" Moon hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

"Girl, what is not wrong with your accent? You sound like-"

"Don't call me a girl!"

The random intruder raised an eyebrow. "But you are a girl," he replied. "Or at least I assumed that. You look girly." He tilted his head. "Or are you just really, really gay? Not hating, just wondering . . ."

"You foolish boy!" Moon screeched. (a/n that's what i was thinking! i hate whoever did this!)

There was a long stretch of silence, where Moon glared and Random Story Intruder stared distantly off into space.

"So . . . you gonna elaborate or what?"

". . . No." (a/n ha! no one can tell Moonbeam what to do. i still hate you, btw. you suck.)

"Well, okay," said the stranger. He looked around the room (probably a living room, though we'll never know for sure), the appearance of which had never been described. "I guess I'll go, then. I think I've ruined this clichéd piece of carp (a/n you spelled crap wrong, idiot.) enough.

Screeching in anger, Moon darted forward and did some sort of fancy ninja-style fighting move that sent the intruder sprawling on the nondescript floor.

"Ow . . ." he moaned. I think doing kung fu stuff is a bit much-"

"That was karate, you foolish child." (a/n that guy is extremely stupid. i bet he acts just like the stupid hacker.)

The stranger stood up again and brushed himself off. "Like I would know the difference," he said, looking at Moonbeam like she was the idiot. Which she totally was. (a/n no she wasn't! you're an imbecile. and you're superfluous!)

Moon leveled him with her most fearsome glare. (a/n which is supremely terrifying!) "Get. Out."

The stranger, who apparently sucked at reading facial expressions, simply rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said as he turned and walked towards the door. "I don't wanna be near someone who goes off and calls hair RAVEN-COLORED just because they think they sound cool that way. I hate it when people do that. . . ." And with that, he disappeared.

Moonbeam furrowed her eyebrows. Something about that person's words sounded familiar, as though he had said them many time before.

And then she realized exactly who he was.

"DARN IT GEEKACHU!"

The End, derp

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Please, think of the seals.