I woke to the pitch black and once the lights came on, I was once again in the white room. It was the nightmare again. The screens where there again so rather than do anything, I watched them to see what was happening, but I couldn’t make much out as it simply was changing so quickly before it went dark and the stabbing pain was there again and blood dripped into nothing again. But before I left the room, I felt my eyes become separate of each other like they were the screens, showing only what they saw without cutting out the cross over images.

Waking up like last time, it was about the same time just before dawn but as I tried to stand, I found out Jennifer was hugging me like a teddy, again. I tried to escape but like last night, her hold was firm, so I just laid there.

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I had to stay put for about two hours before she woke and we left the tent to do the morning routine and clean up the campsite. Turns out bubble makes quiet a good method of cleaning pans and bowls when controlled and ember is good at drying things if used very minimally. We headed off for the town which turns out was about two hours walk which as it turns out was Santalune City. It looks like an actual city rather than the small collection of buildings that the game shows. I don’t know why I am surprise but I am. But that at least confirms it, I am in the Kalos region. So that means the first gym is the bug type and Viola.

We walked towards pokemon centre which looked quite nice. It was a nice green with a red roof and a pokeball above the entrance. Upon entering, it was tiled white with green walls. To the right side was a staircase and the lobby had various chairs, couches and tables. There was another group of three trainers sitting on the side with pokemon out. The most notable was a beedrill with a bump on its forehead which was odd. There was a tv on the wall showing near the group with the news currently on and straight across from the entrance, was a front desk with non-other than…., that’s not nurse joy. Standing at the desk was a woman in the typical uniform, but she had blue hair in a ponytail and looked a bit of an older lady.

“Hello, welcome to the Santalune Pokemon Center, I am Saph, how may I help you.” She chirps from her desk.

“We would like to heal our pokemon and book a room for two nights please.” Oliver responds before the twins hand over their pokedex and their pokeballs. Saph returns the pokedex’s before paying attention to me.

“Now who owns this umbreon as you didn’t give me her ball.” She quietly asks the two.

Well, not even ten minutes into the first town and the gigs up.

“Shades mine but she doesn’t have a ball.” Jen shyly says.

“Well, that’s interesting. Not often free pokemon come here.” Saph says quietly. “But she can still be healed if she follows me.”

She walks off to a side door pushing a trolley with the four pokeballs on it as I follow her through the door.

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Walking along through the hallway, it looks like it does in the anime with the various technical equipment in white rooms.

“You’re quite the interesting looking umbreon.” Saph says as we enter a room with an operation table in the center with various expensive looking equipment, a healer like they have in the games in one corner and a large green abd blue disc on the floor in the other corner. “Shiny pokemon are quite rare but they do come up in a trainer’s team about once or twice in the end of year tournament.” She says while loading the balls into the healer. Birth marks and such are not uncommon but typically go unnoticed but yours looks like a scar which for pokemon must be quite a significant injury to leave a mark, let alone one that large. “She adds while gesturing me to stand on the disc. “But unless they as a species can change their eye colour, the alternate colour eyes does not happen naturally.” She says as she activates the machine and I feel relaxed and better. “Stay there till the light disappears and wait here till I come back.” She leaves the room quickly and probably heads back to the front desk.

Hu, so I would be unique with the eyes alone.

I just sat there till I fell asleep.

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I woke up when the comfort of the machine left so I just decided to practise my control on a double team clone. I didn’t make much progress by the time Saph returned and we left for the lobby. In the hallway, Saph gave me some advice. “While you clearly dislike the idea of a pokeball, if you want to stay with those two, I recommend being caught but like several cases that come in here, be allowed to be outside your ball for all the time.”

The idea at first sounded ridiculous but it had merit. I guess we will see.

Entering the lobby, I see Oliver and Jennifer come up to the desk and collect their pokeballs before we head upstairs and into their room. There were two bunk beds, a desk, a bathroom and kitchen along with a sliding window which looked out to the forest beyond the city. I could also see a battlefield which was empty.

“He Ollie, wanna battle?” Jen asked her brother.

“Your on.” He says grabbing his two pokemon on his belt before bolting downstairs followed by Jennifer and lastly me as I shut the door.

I arrive at the field to see the two of them at either end were the twins as they toss out their choice of pokemon while a third older trainer acts as the ref. The ref was wearing a long overcoat and a wide brim hat so he was mostly obscured.

“Hoot, your up.” Jen calls.

“Froakie.” Oliver calls.

Both pokemon appear and the third trainer calls out. “Ready, begin.”

“Hoot, sky.”

“Froakie, bubble.”

Hoot takes to the sky as streams of bubble fly by missing their target.

“Echo Hoot.”

“Froakie, quick attack.”

Hoot screams sending out sound waves which must have been echoed voice while the Froakie darts up towards the bird smalling straight into it, but Hoot stays airborne.

“Grab a hold of that bird Froakie and use pound.” Oliver calls out.

“Use peck hoot.”

The little frog grabs ahold of the owl and using his arm, starts repeatedly slamming the poor bird while being pecked repeatedly.

“Hoot, grab his foot.” Which the owl quickly does and pulls the frog off. “Now dive bomb and drop him.”

“Oh no you don’t, Froakie, go for the wing.” Oliver calls out.

As Hoot plummets to the ground, Froakie swings around and slams the birds wing so the two both crash into the ground sending dust up.

As it clears, both pokemon aren’t moving.

“Froakie and hoot hoot are unable to battle.” Calls the ref.

From behind me, another voice calls out to me. “Well, aren’t you special.” I turn around to see a person in a red jacket, blue pants, and so much gold accessories he might as well scream ‘I’m better than you’. “Well look at that, your eyes are different too, why don’t you come here.” He says reaching for me which I simply back up. “Where do you think your going, you can run, but I always get what I want.” He says holding a pokeball.