It's been a long day, and finally, Michaels able to have some rest. He lazily falls onto his couch, and attempts to pick up the remote. He finds that it's not there, and he grows frantic. He jolts off the couch, and finds it under the coffee table, just out of reach. He grabs a plush toy from his shelf, and manages to use it's long tail to get it out. He finally grabs it, and sits back on the couch.
About an hour later, he gets up from the couch, and walks himself to the kitchen, where he pulls out a mug. He pours himself a mug of water, and takes a sip from it. He pours the rest down the drain, and sits his ass down back on the couch, and pulls out his phone.
He gets a text from John, his friend. It says: "hey, dude! I found this cool place near my place, and i wanna know if you wanna come! I already asked Jack!" Michael reads aloud. He chuckles, and leaves the text on read. Though, about a minute later, he replies to John: "pffffffff- fine."
Michael gets up, and walks to his room, where he packs a couple of his things: shirts, pants, a knife, and his glasses. He zips his bag up, and heads to John's place. It's not long before he gets there, and he let's himself in.
(Writers note: don't worry, I know what I'm doing... I think.)
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The Candlelit Room. (Silly Pokétuber Fanfic)
FanfictionPokétubers are all stuck in a candlelit-only room. There's one way to escape, and that's the front door that locks itself. What do they do? What do they find? Who knows. Not even i know. HAAA-
