“... I guess it was kind of funny. Hey, I, I missed you, I guess,” mentally kicking himself, he was sure he sounded like a weirdo: they’d seen each other last only two nights ago. “I mean, I hate everyone, but- how was your weekend?”

It had been two weeks since the first reports of infected wild Pokemon had come in, and of course they had started around the quiet little town of South Park. It was always this place that had the weird and fucked up shit happening to it.

Kyle sighed heavily as he sat back on the couch, watching the news and occasionally glancing towards the windows, as if expecting to see a wild Pokemon come jumping through them at any second ready to attack. He had no idea what his friends were doing right now, and his own Pokemon were inside of their Pokeballs for their own safety (as the news had heavily recommended).

Kyle yawned a bit as he walked down the school hallway, already feeling a bit tired even though the day was only halfway done. He really just wanted to go home and chill, maybe play video games with Stan. Sure, he was one of the smartest kids in his grade, but that didn’t necessarily mean he lived and breathed school.