Well, I'm still writing ahead! Yesterday I finished up to chapter 11. By the way, while writing chapter 11 I thought of a twist. I wonder if anyone will figure it out. Those of you who know your Pokémon well and are good at figuring things out may get it. If you think you know it, please do not say anything about it in a review.

But then again, that's chapter 11 I'm talking about. This is only chapter 8!

Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.

"...and that's why I'm a bug catcher," Doug concluded, shoving a fork-full of egg that he had cooked into his mouth.

I did the same, "I'm glad I found someone out here that came prepared," I said after I had finished my mouthful of egg, "Without you I would have frozen, and starved."

"And been drenched," he added with a cheeky smile.

I nodded, "Thanks," I said, "Really, it's been nice."

"Yes, now it's your turn to tell some sort of personal story," he said, setting his plate down on the grass, "Since I shared one with you."

I sighed, "Really? Do I have to?"

"Well it wouldn't be fair if you didn't," he laughed.

"I guess you're right," I mumbled. Now, there was a bit of a predicament. Nothing that I had done in my world would make sense to this boy; the towns I've lived in and visited didn't exist. Not even the countries, continents I knew existed. The only personal story I hadn't told anyone in this world was creating the world of Pokémon, but I couldn't tell him that, could I?

"Oh, come on," Doug tapped his fingers on his leg impatiently; "It can't be that hard to come up with something."

"Well, there's only one thing," I said, "But I can't really tell you..."

"I can keep a secret," he replied.

I sighed, "You really would need to keep this a secret," I said hesitantly, "Not because it would embarrass me, but because it would turn everyone's world upside down."

"Ooh, that sounds great!" he blurted, "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

I let out another sigh, "Fine. I created this world. Well sort of, Jirachi really created this world, but it was created because of me."

Doug stared at me for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, "You thought I would believe that?" he asked through giggles, "How dumb is that?"

"No, it's true," I snapped, "My friends and I saw a shooting star and I wished Pokémon, which was a game in my world, was real, and now here we are."

Doug had stopped laughing now, staring into my eyes, "You-you're telling the truth," he whispered.

"Yes, I am," I said, almost reluctantly, "I created this world from a game."

Doug continued staring at me, causing me much discomfort, "Wow..." he breathed.

"Alright," I said, eager to change the subject, "What was that about an early start you said yesterday?"

"Um, you go ahead and do that," he said, "I need some time to...uh...let this news sink in."

"Oh, okay," I said, feeling a bit guilty, "Thanks again."

"No problem..." he said distantly. He then shook his head, "Come visit me some time in Viridian City," he said, sounding like he had cleared his head a bit.

"Of course I will, "I said as I started to walk north, "See you."

Once I figured Doug couldn't see or hear me I stopped walking and face-palmed, "Why did I tell him?" I asked myself, "I'm such an idiot."

I shook my head; there wasn't anything I could do to change what I had done in the past, no point in dwelling on it. I continued walking; trying to fill my head with thoughts of the Pokémon team I was going to create.

Not too far along the north-south running path I found an item, shaped like a Pokéball just like the last item I had found. I picked it up and it turned into a yellow bottle with a spray nozzle, an Antidote. After I put the bottle in my bag I continued on my very boring walk.

Another fork in the road was presented to me, I chose to take the northern path for now, because I remembered there was another trainer along that path, and the western path had tall grass. I felt I needed a little longer for my bruises from yesterday to heal before tackling the grass.

After a long walk the path turned to the west. A confused looking trainer stood at the bend in the path, holding a map and mumbling to himself. He looked exactly like Rick and Doug had, hat, net and all.

"Hello there," I greeted him, "Up for a battle?"

"Sure, but if I win you have to help me find my way out of here," he said as he eagerly threw out a Pokéball.

I followed his lead, sending Spearow out of her ball once the glass panel, which displayed his name, Anthony, had been moved out of my face.

His first Pokémon was a Caterpie at level 7; I knew Spearow could make quick work of this little caterpillar.

I had Spearow use Peck, which nearly made the Caterpie faint after only the first blow. Caterpie came back at her with a String Shot, which it seemed Spearow had really grown to hate.

Another Peck finished the bug off. Anthony sent out a second Caterpie, this one at level 8. Two Pecks finished this one off as well, but between Pecks the Caterpie managed to land a Tackle which, paired with the little bit of damage on Spearow before caused her to have only half of her health remaining.

I whipped out one of my Potions and used it on Spearow as the battle ended.

"Darn," Anthony said as he handed me some money, "You won. What do you want, since I said you had to do something for me if I won?"

"I want to give you two pieces of advice," I said, "First, evolve your Pokémon," I really was getting tired of seeing Pokémon who could have evolved that hadn't, "And second, it helps to hold your map right-side-up." I turned the map in Anthony's hands around and pointed to the spot where we were. As I looked closer at the map I noticed it looked like a map of Viridian Forest in FireRed or LeafGreen, minus the trainers and items.

"Oh," Anthony blushed, "Thanks."

I nodded and continued along the western path, which eventually turned south, connecting with the western path I hadn't wanted to take earlier.

"Wonderful," I huffed, "Time to be attacked by more Pokémon." I carefully walked south into the tall grass that awaited me.

I was getting close to the end of the patch of grass, "Oh good!" I said cheerfully, "It seems I won't be attacked yet. Ouch!"

I looked down to see a wild Kakuna head butting my leg, "Why did I even say anything?" I groaned.

It was only a level five Kakuna, which was weird, since Weedle don't evolve until level 7. The battle also made Spearow grow to level 9.

"Hm, I've never really thought about it," I said to myself, "But why is it that some Pokémon in the wild are evolved before they should be."

I thought about it as I rounded a corner and started heading west for a bit, then north, "Ah well, who cares?"