When Pokémon Stand Still

A Final Battle

     I couldn't see anything. I just heard muffles of voices, screaming, crying, "please." I then saw all white. I found myself laying in a blanket of snow. I was wondering if I was wearing my shorts and t-shirt or not. No. I was wearing my jeans and jacket from back in Kalos. My hair was down, and I could barely see anything in the snow. I struggled to get myself up, but Mew was there. I thought this was a dream. No. Mew used Teleport. 

     As I got up, I noticed my Pokemon were all in my bag, and not in the PC. I bit my lip as I looked at the end of the mountain. This looked familiar, I'm sure of it. As I walked down the road of white, I was talking to myself. 

     "Hello? Is anyone here?" As I walked along the cold road, I saw a figure appear, along with a Pikachu. I heard it saying "Pika" as I approached it. I put my hand out to it as it ran away. I looked up at the trainers face,and gasped, knowing who it was. 

     It was the legend, the myth, the former champion. Red. I bit my lip as he stroked the Pikachu. He sighed. I was worried he was going to say words. He's the legend! He can't talk! But he did, which I gasped by. 

     "Battle. Now." 

     I closed my eyes, hoping this was a dream. I opened them. No, it wasn't. I grabbed my Pokeball with my Sylveon in it, and I faintly smiled as I threw it onto the ground. Pikachu then leaped off Red's shoulder, ready to fight. No backing out, I had to give all I had, whether this was real or not. I let the Pokemon fight, but I didn't focus on winning, I focused on my friends. But, I won. Red looked down as he vanished. I found myself talking to myself again. 

     "No! Don't go! I need answers!" But then I felt a force pushing me down. I felt like it was putting me back in my torture. 

     "KALEY!" It was N. I was in this prison. No. It was a dream...right?