#pokemonfandomstuck

A young man looked at his phone with a small sense of horror. “Ah, they’re...” Horror, mostly in due part to the fact that it was 2 PM and he was still in his pajamas and apparently expecting a guest. Right....

[Text Sent 2:02 PM] BA: Ah, stay in the portal hub and remember which one you came from, I’ll be there in a second..

SP: OHMYGOD POKEMON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH CMERE IM GONNA KISS YA ALL OVER

Okay... Okay, you can do this. All you have to do is try and make a new friend. Right? Right. There's nothing bad that could come out of something so simple as this.

This is what you keep telling yourself as you make your way to the home of the Pokemon fandom, obviously more than a little nervous as you move along with trembling legs.

You've heard only a little bit about Pokemon (the person, mind you. You're a big fan of the series yourself.), and luckily, all that you'd heard made her sound pretty cool! So hopefully, it'll be nice to get to know her.

Soon enough, you make it to the front door of her home-- or, what you think is her home. You stand there completely still for a few seconds, which easily stretch on into minutes. Hesitation seems to be something you're very good at going through with. 

You return your glasses to their usual place now, quickly closing the book that you’d been intently focusing on, and look up at her.

She seems so out of place here. The bright colors of her clothing are a stark contrast to the dull and dark colors of the books lining the library shelves. What could she be doing in this section, anyway?