Dawn's Diary
Chapter Eleven
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On their way to Sunnyshore City, our heroes came to a small town along the way. A large crowd was around a square watching a battle. And who was in that battle, my dear reader might ask? Well, none other than Barry!
"Hey, narrator?" Dawn asked.
Yes?
"Can you please stop talking to the readers like they're little kids?"
Oh. Sorry, readers.
Anyway, the group walked over to Barry, whose Empoleon had just pulled out a win over a Mothim.
"Hey, Barry!" Ash called out. The blonde walked over to the three.
"Hey, guys. Did you see that awesome display of training there?" he asked, wiggling an eyebrow.
"Yeah!" said Dawn. "You did really well."
"Hey, I gotta go to the Pokémon Center now. Do you guys wanna come?" Barry asked. The trio nodded, and they all strolled off to the Center.
While waiting for Barry to have his Pokémon healed, Dawn noticed someone out of the corner of her eye.
Someone with purple hair.
"Omigosh, it's Paul! I think I will die!" Her mind was going about twenty million miles per second, and her face was beginning to get red. She tapped Ash on the shoulder, saying, "Look who it is." Ash turned around and then tapped Brock's shoulder, and the older boy allowed a large smile to come to his face. But just as he was about to walk over, Barry raced across the room, nearly running into Paul.
"You're the famous Paul, aren't you?" Barry asked so quickly it was hard to tell what he was saying. "You and me. Let's have a battle!"
"No."
Barry just about fell to the floor.
"WHAT? Why not?"
"Because," said Paul. "My Pokémon are in training for the Sinnoh League. We don't have time for silly battles." Paul began to walk away, but his path was barricaded by Barry.
"Hey, now. You can't leave! Well, I guess I'll have to fine you for blowing me off." Paul simply glared at him. The blonde held out his hand. "$10,000, please."
Dawn, sensing the ensuing fight, grabbed Barry by the scarf and began to drag him away. He protested this with kicking and screaming. "Hey, what are you doing? I still have to fine that guy!" Barry yelled as he was dragged offscreen.
Ash elbowed Brock in the ribs. "Now Barry knows how you feel, eh, Brock?"
"Not funny."
Ash and Brock decided to walk around town, seeing as Dawn and Barry had disappeared to who knows where. On the way, they found an extremely convenient disguise shop, and Brock dragged Ash inside.
From the disguise shop, they had bought six fake mustaches, four fake beards, five pairs of sunglasses, four fedoras, and three trench coats. As Ash said, it couldn't hurt to get extra. They later stuffed the supplies in Brock's bag - which never seemed to run out of room - and came up with a plan.
"We could have him take a compatibility test," Ash said.
"Yeah!" Brock agreed. "We could rig it so Dawn and Paul are most compatible with each other!"
"So is that Plan A?"
"Sure!"
Don't you just love to break the fourth wall?
I like how this fic show the whole world just how weird my mind is.
Till next time~