While you waded through the tall blades of grass that obstructed your view, you made your way closer to the campsite, just hoping that there was at least someone that could help your current predicament. Just as you got close enough to make out what was happening outside the campfire, you saw a figure sitting on a log, petting the head of what appeared to be a mudkip looking at its apparent owner with its cute black beady eyes.
You walked further towards the campsite out of curiosity until you could see who it was. There sat a young boy, in his early teens, staring into the flames just roasting a marshmallow on a stick over the fire pit. He was wearing a red and white shirt, black shorts, and a white beanie hat that covered most of his brunette hair. You could also spot his green and white sneakers, albeit slightly dirtied from what you only could assume was from walking through the tall grass to get here. His face was smooth and had an innocent look to him. In fact, as you watched his interactions from a distance, it appeared as if you had wandered into the Pokémon world, so far from the comforts of your home.
'Oh shit, it's Brendan!'
The sudden realisation caused your heart to race. This wasn't good! Not only were you shrunk, you were also completely alone in a video game world with a kid you recognise from it. But, he seemed friendly enough to approach. Plus, you were still alive.
You contemplated making your presence known by yelling out to him, but before you made your first decision, a pair of blue eyes broke your concentration and glared straight into your soul. Well, it was clear Brendan had found you and was glaring at you now with a look filled with...
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