>>11817501You decide to keep the letter, even though it's crumpled, there's no doubt you'll return to it in the future, just to laugh at it and all.
Mood slightly dampened, you head down the top of the mountain to your "home".
It's in a fucking cave.
To each their own though, it's quite a nice cozy place for what it is. But you and your Pokemon are the only one who's ever been there, so it's not like anyone else knows that.
The cave used to be home to a few Onix, a bunch of normal ones, all led by a big one. When you first came to the mountain, you figured that their cave would be the ideal homeplace.
The minion Onix were quickly defeated, while their leader scuttled off like a coward after taking just one hit.
Now it's your home. A home akin to that of a small, poor apartment, but still a home nonetheless.
The snow gets harder as you trek back home, another snowstorm it seems. There's been a lot of those recently, but honestly they're not going to stop you from your goal, not in the slightest.
You and Pikachu are shivering by the time you get back to the cave, but the cold quickly subsides once you make a fire, compliments of Charizard.
Your hat and jacket are tossed away.
You and Pikachu huddle close, your hand slowly petting his fur while the fire continues to crackle.
If only Leaf could see you now. How could you freeze to death when you have the warmth of your Pokemon to help you out? She clearly doesn't understand that you're a trainer survivalist.
While the situation seems dealt with for now, there's always that one thing that causes you to think about it again.
>The following happens...A) Pikachu fishes the letter from your pocket.
B) You prep up dinner. Fuck yeah m-muh din-din.
C) Spooky sounds are heard outside.
D) You look at a depressing photo album you have stored away.
