Pokemon: Starting a new journey (ft. me failing to interact with people)

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After I had woken up, I rushed to my bag to check if the dream I had was indeed true. Eevee groggily walked over to me, observing my actions. I opened it to find a small purple purse. I grabbed my original purse and poured some of the coins in it into the new purse and zipped it up. A dial showed up on the side and I adjusted it so it said 'Pokedollers'. I waited a few seconds, then opened up the purse to see an assortment of pokedollars in the purse

Oh my god it actually works. What is this sorcery and how did I obtain it?

'Hey, what did you expect moron' Cris's voice echoed in my head. "I thought I told you to stop peeking into my head, it's weird" I said out loud as she scoffed. 'And I told you I couldn't. Now I'm leaving, your friend is about to walk through the door' Cris finished as I froze

Wha-

The door to the guest room opened as I fell back on the ground in fear. Delia's face popped through and she looked at me. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost!" She worried as she rushed over to me. I stood up and shook my head. "It's ok, I just had a weird dream" I lied as I turned to get my phone.

Although, that isn't very far off. Cris is pretty weird.

'Shush you' Cris said as Delia walked towards the door "Just make sure to help yourself to a shower if you need one. I'll be making breakfast for us down stairs" She waved as she left the room. "Wait, there's no need to-" I started but was cut off. "No exceptions, you need a rest right? Take as much time as you need here." She finished from down the hall. Eevee had followed her into the kitchen, probably looking for food. I sighed and took some things out of my bag before going for a short shower.

After taking a much needed shower, I headed downstairs to be greeted by the smell of pancakes.

Gee, I know Delia is amazing. But this is overkill

Delia waved as I entered the kitchen. "You've done so much for me, why? I'm just a stranger that showed up at your doorstep and asked for directions. You let me in, give me food and a temporary home. I-" I tried to continue before she stopped me. "Do I need a reason to be nice?" I stopped as she continued "and besides, you remind me exactly of my son, Ash. Your both trainers with similar personalities and actions, you remind me so much of him. It's just that... I miss him." She shook her head, as if to get rid of the thought.

"Sorry about that, I went on a bit of a ramble didn't I" She tried to explain herself when I stopped her. "No, it's ok. It's important to talk about these things, isn't it" I smiled and tilted my head "Besides, I shouldn't be questioning you for doing good things. Thank you for everything" I finished as tears started to gather in her eyes

Oh sh*t I made her cry-

My thoughts were cut off by a hug. I was caught off-guard but after a few seconds, I hugged back. It was nice, I felt safe for the first time in a few days. After a few seconds, we broke up the hug and I offered to help her.

After eating and giving Eevee some food, I went up to the guest room and packed my bag. After packing my things, I hopped downstairs and went to the front door where I saw Delia looking at a photo. It was a picture of Delia and Ash with a man in the back, holding on the both of them.

"Is that your husband?" I asked as she put the picture back on the shelf. "Yea, it is" She nodded "He's been on an adventure of his own since before Ash started his journey" I looked at the picture again

Ash sure is a resemblance of him and Delia. Also, now I know who his real father is and I can finally stop theorising who it is

"Well, I believe I've overstayed my welcome here, I'd better be leaving" I started as I walked towards the front door. "Ok, remember that you're always welcome here. Your company was appreciated. Goodbye! And say hi to ash if you see him for me" She waved as i walked down the street and turned the corner. "Seeya!" I waved as I continued down the street, Eevee trotting behind me.

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