After the festival, I need to go home and rest for the evening again. Progress has been made in developing living weapons to defeat the Hedgehog but it is not nearly enough. Curse my pathetic and weak human body for not keeping up with me.
The next day, Ironing Board comes to visit. It's really inconsiderate of her - I want advanced warning if she is coming to see me so I can prepare myself if she tries to do something retardedly stupid again.
The Lillie problem is rather easily fixed, though. I decide to head north, away from Lillie. I'll just sneak around her and go do my own shit, away from her. Anyway, following Lillie isn't going to lead to anything good happening, not after last fucking time with my near death-by-drowning.
Apparently, Lillie says I can't go that way and I need to follow her. And I know if I keep on going I'll have to hear that whiny shrew voice shout at me as I go that way and I can't possibly stand that at all. It would be worse than Trent Razner's singing. Hey Trent Razner, if you're reading this: your singing sucks. Get some cues off some good singers like the lead singer of "Nine Inch Nails".
I try heading around my house, and then heading north, and Lillie yells at me once again. Okay, I'll go a different way you harpy.
I try heading west, and I'm stopped by an old man with a Tauros. What is this shit? Control your fucking weapon monster. Or even just put it in its Pokéball so I can pass, you shouldn't hold me up just because you can't control your animal. I could easily beat it if I were in my highly-honed military Hedgeheg body, but in my weak girl's body without any guns? Not a chance.
It looks like I'll have to follow Lillie. Sigh. Whatever. Here's my question, and this is a good question, I think - why would a girl who's a two want to draw attention to themselves?
Anyway, we're heading off to meet the Professor. Why bother, I've already got a Pokémon, it's time to start building an awesome team and preparing to take on my archnemesis, Sonic.
In keeping with needing to train to take on Sonic, I take the time to train up my Metapod into a Butterfree, which learns Gust on evolving. Now that I have a Pokémon that has powered up and reached its final form, it's time to take a quick trip back home to rest up.
I reach home, and my mother is inside, complaining about unpacking. We've been there for three months, our house has three rooms, my mother has no job, and she's still not finished unpacking. Good work, mother. Glad to see you're so dedicated to the one task you have to complete.
Now that my monster weapon is trained and ready, it's time to take on one of the local trainers.
It turns out this trainer's name is Kevin.
Fuck me, I think it might be Kevin Robinson from school. If this peace of shit is in Alola then that's surely the best evidence I've found yet that Sonic must be too. The resemblance to Kevin Robinson is uncanny – apart from having the same name, Kevin in Alola looks like a little cum stain, just like Kevin Robinson does.
And now, it's time for a true test of my skill as a monster weapon trainer. Myself versus Kevin Robinson.
PS. Fuck you Kevin, stop showing everyone my fanfic dot net story.