Umbrenox: Hey it's me again, bringing you the fourth chapter of Andrew's journey!
Andrew: I wouldn't call it a journey.
Umbrenox: Well I say it's a journey, so it's a journey.
Andrew: Okay, for one I haven't even left the house yet, and two I get a say in what it is, since I'm telling it. You're just typing it.
Umbrenox: Okay, fine, what is it then?
Andrew: I would call it an adventure.
Umbrenox: THAT IS THE SAME THIING!
Andrew: No, synonyms for journey: voyage, flight, trip, passage… Now synonyms for adventure: exploit, exploration, quest, escapade…
Umbrenox: F[censored] you.
Andrew: Just get on with the story.
Umbrenox: Fine, here's the fourth chapter of Andrew's adventure.
I woke up the next morning with a sweet smell in my nose, like roses. I pulled the covers off of me and got up. I was in the same room, it wasn't a dream. Oh well, it's better than being crazy. I went to a door and turned on my light to get a good view of my room. It had the same walling and flooring as the first floor. My bed looked expensive, king sized also. The room was lit up by strange lights, like candles. I saw a window showing a misty forest. There was another door to my left, possibly a lavatory. There was also a TV, 3' by 4' in the wall.
I went into the other door and it was a restroom like I knew it would be. I decided to take a shower for the heck of it. I undressed and got into the little glass room for the shower. I always loved how the warm streams of water hit my skin, but this time my fur kinda muffled the feeling. I cleansed my body and stepped out. Right then I realized that I didn't have any clean clothes. So I went into my room, and surprisingly there was a set of clothes for me. How did she know I was taking a shower? I didn't know, but I put on the pants, t-shirt, and hoodie that was supplied, and stepped out into the beautiful room.
Immediately a delicious smell entered my nostrils: pancakes. "Hey! You want some flapjacks?" a voice asked from above. I looked up and it was Kiara. "Sure," I answered. "Well come on up here and I'll make you some," she told me. "Hey thanks for the clothes," I thanked. Kiara smiled and then told me, "Oh, that wasn't me, that was Julian my butler." Wow, she had a butler? She must be wealthy. I walked up the stairs and saw the second floor.
It was about the same as the rest of the house, minus the rugs and TV. My predictions were right, the dining room and kitchen were upstairs, along with a miniature gym. The kitchen had state-of-the-art looking appliances (one stove was cooking the pancakes), and the dining room had five luxurious chairs surrounding an equally extravagant table. The gym had a treadmill, yoga mat, punching bag, and a nautilous. Overall, this was the perfect house for me that I probably couldn't afford.
"Nice house," I said as I looked around in awe, "You work out?" She looked over to the training equipment and differed, "No, those were, actually this whole house was my father's I just do stretches and sit ups and whatnot." Kiara waved for me to sit down which I did. She then took a pancake off the pan, put it on a plate, and carried two over to the table. She sat a plate down in front of me and sat down with the other one.
"So, how exactly did you get here?" she asked. "Well, it was like I said," I began to tell her about my happenings, "I was playing a game called pokémon platinum…" I saw her expression and stopped for a second. It looked like she was remembering something horrible. I decided to not say too much that would upset her. I started again, "I was at the top of Mt. Cornet, and there was this strange portal thing, so thinking it was just a game I jumped in. I almost instantly felt weird experiences, and I passed out. I woke up just before you found me." Kiara sat there taking it all in. After a few minutes she finally spoke, "So you're saying a game teleported you here?" "I know it sounds unbelievable, but I'm not crazy. I am a human, you can believe me or think I'm some nut, but I'll take my statement to the grave," I vowed. "I never said I didn't say I didn't believe you," she objected. Well that made me feel better, even if it was slight. "Which reminds me, what is your name?" she asked. "Andrew, Andrew Meadows," I answered as I stuck out my paw/hand. She shook it saying, "Nice to meet you, and you already know who I am."
We spent the next twenty or so minutes sharing info about ourselves. Apparently Kiara is 17 like me, has inherited a fortune that was passed down almost three generations, she lives by herself and the only company she had was Julian a chandelure when her parents died (though she mentioned a boyfriend she had recently). I looked over and saw that the chandelier was gone, so I pretty much knew who James was. Kiara also likes pecha berries, the color yellow, pop music, reading (mostly mystery), and piano. She works as a painter, since she doesn't have to worry about going broke. Also, to top it off, Kiara loves to swim.
When we were done with our plates, the chandelier materialized out of thin air and took our plates. It was James. "Hey can I try out your weights?" I asked. "Sure, I'm not sure if you can lift it at the setting though, even with your stature," Kiara answered. I walked over and lied down on the bench. I took a deep breath, grabbed the handles, and started to lift the weights. They were heavy, but I managed to do twenty reps before fatigue set in. "Wasn't that hard," I scoffed. I sat up and looked over to Kiara to see her gawking. "What?" I asked confused. "You just lifted three-hundred fifty pounds twenty times," she replied. I stood up and said in disbelief, "That's impossible! I lifted 120 and it felt heavier than that!" But I looked at the weight setting, and sure enough it said 350. Well, I guess being a human in the pokémon realm has bonuses.
I spent almost two hours exercising, while Kiara stretched. After that I took another shower and put on another set of clothes with the same hoodie (since I took it off when I started the work out) then went outside where I found Kiara relaxing. I didn't go join her; I was going to town to find a job. I took a road map so I wouldn't get lost. I walked down the huge hill we were on and onto the road (oh, and I left a note for Kiara). I was fond of walking around, unless it was a little too far, and in that case I took my car. But, I didn't see any cars in the front of the house, and I didn't want to cause Kiara anymore trouble because she already nursed me back to good condition. It felt like about five miles when I saw the city, and it was when I got stopped by three guys.
One was a weavile, and the other two were blazikens. The taller blaziken talked first, "Hey look who's here! It's our old friend Max." "I don't know who you're talking about, my name is Andrew, and I have no idea who you guys are. Now if you would please let me-" I tried to go around the group (I had a strange vibe from them), but I was stopped by the weavile, "Uh-uh-uh, you ain't going anywhere 'till you get a proper greeting." Great, I was getting jumped on my first day in town. I looked behind me and saw that the two blazikens had blocked it off. The shorter blaziken cracked his knuckles and said, "So, you don't remember us huh? Maybe this 'll jog your memory." He then swung a fist at me, which I instinctively ducked. But his knee came up before I could react, and smacked into my jaw, knocking me into the weavile's arms. Okay, maybe they didn't want my money; they wanted to use me as a punching bag instead. He took another swing and socked me right in the nose, which also made it bleed.
Something strange happened in the three second period of time before his next punch, it was as if I just learned fighting 101. I rose up my legs and kicked him in the chest with enough strength to knock him on his ass, and to push the weavile into a tree. He let go of me and slid down to the ground. I turned to the other blaziken and my mouth was met by a flaming fist, knocking me on my ass. He started to kick me, but I wrapped my legs around his neck and slammed his face into the ground. The other blaziken had gotten up, and when my eyes met his he started to make a fire ball in his mouth. I on the other hand, (and somehow I knew this would work) shoved my fist in the air, as if I was trying to jab him in the jut. Instantaneously a blue, misty substance shot out like a rocket, hit the blaziken and sent him flying into a tree. I looked behind me and saw the weavile trying to get up. I ran up, jumped, spun around in mid-air, and hit him with my heel, knocking him over. I knelt down to catch my breath and examine my surroundings.
The aftermath of my fight: two guys unconscious, one guy incapacitated, I had an almost broken nose, sore jaw, and a burnt/busted lip. "Great," I thought, "Just great." I got up and went into the town looking for an infirmary to fix my wounds.