Author's notes: Damn, this one took a while to get out. Eh-heh….

I'll try to get a beta, but in the meantime, if there are any spelling or grammar errors, plot holes, poorly worded sentences (not taking style into account), or typos, please let me know. "First fic, please be nice" does not apply here. If I suck, I want to be told about it so I don't make a fool of myself. Mention it in a review or something. Spell checking can only get me so far. Flames are encouraged, as are reviews to tell me if I'm doing anything right.

The world this canon is set in will be Generation 3.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my Sues! No lawsuits, please (I don't have any money, anyway)!

And now, our feature presentation….

Ther ones was a beautiful grl her naem was Teri Aspen Brooke Skye Tsaur and she had lime green hair thatr hung down 2 her waste and shimmering silver eyes with tannd skin and she was weraing a black top wtih "daft punk ritteen on it and her hare was in a brade and she was wering a white pants and she was on her way 2 b a pokemon master

1 day she was walking on the road and she sae a boy he had ravrn blak hare and a red and whit baseball cap on nad a blu slevless jacket w/ a dark blu shirt underneat. He had jeans on and he looked sooooooooooooosexxa and he looked at me and was me and smiled

Ther was also a chick w/ bron hair and a short kid who lookkd had blak heir and a man with tan and squinty etes

"hi" I said "hi how are you" sed the sexu boy "my nam is Teri Aspen Broojke Skye Tsaur and I am becoming a pokémopn master " here i wil battle u lol" sed the boy and a Pikachu hoped down from his solder

"go jolteon I sed then jolten (AN 4 thos of u who dont no jolteon is supah rare in Honen lol!) and it went and sed JOLLLLLLL" and it zapped at pikacho

"WOW U R RELLY GOOD sed sexy person "my name is Ash Ketchum andi am going to be the pokemon master 2! " do u want to date me" she said said? " yes I will said Assh "this are my friends Brock and May and Max!1111" "Hi said Max and may and brock. Only may said it "dur hai derp" bcuz she was not that smrt but still nice! .

"this is Pikachu sed ash!1 "Hi Pikachy how r u? she said sweetly. pikachui hid behin ash "lol he's relly shy ash sed "lol" said teri

" do u have an more friends" said Teri.

"no I dont, I did have a fried named Misty but I kiked her out of da group bcuz shes a dumb slut lol" saed Ash loling.

The compainins want on there wa and ash kisssed Teri on the lips, she blushesd and giggled. The went 2 walk 2 movikll city!111111!

AN: LOL dis is gona b a romance sroty and i wurked relly hard on it so plz review first fic b nice. If u leve a flam i will b mad!1111111111

The figure watching from a nearby tree scowled; it never did seem to end. She gave one last wistful glance at the party retreating down the road before carefully working her way down from her hiding place, landing with a slight stumble on the thick growth of the forest. She then proceeded to make her way quietly back to a small lake in the woods. A campsite rested by the body of water. Her psyduck sat against a log, staring blankly off into space, but even its vacant gaze seemed slightly melancholy.

Misty stood beside the water's edge, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "Break's over, guys! We're going to Mauville… I think. It's getting harder to tell."

The water churned and frothed as a starmie, a dewgong, and a gyarados surfaced and looked at their young trainer. She pulled out their respective Poké Balls and returned them all and began to pack up the campsite, mind still racing with this new variable in the already monumental problem; Teri.

It had started out simply enough, but now it had escalated to the point where Misty feared for her friends' well being, and now this girl had been infected simply by coming into contact with them, just when the worst of the mess appeared to have done its number and bowed out.

Misty leaned back on the bench, sighing contentedly as Ash fidgeted in his seat, gazing out at the Pokémon Center lobby. Every now and then, he would steal a glance at the door leading to the back room where his Treecko had disappeared behind five minutes ago. Noticing his obvious discomfort, Misty tilted her head towards him and smiled, and Pikachu licked his hand reassuringly.

"Ash, you can stop worrying about Treecko, I'm sure he's fine! Starmie didn't even hit him that hard. He just needs some cuts fixed up, and then he'll be good as new," she said with a nod to the door. "It was a good rematch, you worked hard and won, there'll be a party after this, and you need to stop beating yourself up over a small wound and enjoy yourself! I sure bet Treecko will!" She let out a small laugh. "It's not like you to be an overbearing mother swellow!"

"Yeah, that's your job!" came a voice to her right. Misty stuck out her tongue at Brock's joke, but in the end, she wound up laughing with him, Max, and May. It was impossible to stay mad at a guy she hadn't seen in ages.

"I only do it because you couldn't take care of yourself in a room full of pillows and self-help books," she retorted with a slight smirk. She looked at Ash, who cracked a wide smile and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, unsure if he should watch the fun or break up a potential fight. "Who knows, maybe I'll have to tag along with you guys again to keep you two from wandering off cliffs."

"You guys tease each other an awful lot for people who are friends, lumayo," interjected May with a giggle.

Ash quirked an eyebrow. "What does lumayo mean? Is it a new Pokémon?"

Max shook his head. "I don't think so. I've never heard of a lumayo."

"I don't really know," said May slowly, "it just sort of slipped out. Maybe I'm tired." Just then, the door opened, and the nurse reappeared, holding Treecko, who no longer had so much as a scratch marring his green belly. Ash laughed in relief and stood up.

"Or maybe," she began again, "I'm dying of cake deprivation. C'mon, let's get this party underway!" The group left the Center, verbal slip forgotten, and headed across the street to the diner, the promise of cake on everyone's minds.

"Erm, is someone going to tell Misty and me what "lawl" and "lumayo" mean, or are we going to have to guess?" Max stood apprehensively off to the side, exchanging a glance with Misty at their companions' unusual behavior.

Pikachu sat in front of a blankly staring May, pawing at her face in an attempt to elicit a response. It had terrified Max when she stopped speaking in coherent sentences, instead opting for one word responses. Now he talked to her for one or two hours every day, trying to get her to say something, to interest her in the latest contest taking place in Slateport – anything – to find some fragment of what was left of his sister. Every day he managed to convince himself that he was making progress, that May would be better in no time at all. And every day, Misty couldn't work up the courage to tell him that she was, in fact, getting worse.

Brock turned to them and beamed. "Lawl u r funneh adnuh aks word questins!" he shouted.

"Yeah, dont tak thins two serisly! One!" said Ash.

"Guys," began Misty, "if you feel sick or dizzy, then maybe you should –"

"They're fine, Misty, they just need some sleep rotfull!" interjected Max. He gasped and clapped his hands to his mouth. He took a deep breath and shook his head, as if to clear it, then rolled out his bedspread next to his sister's.

"So do I!"

Misty sighed and curled up into her sleeping bag, letting the warmth of the campfire that had quite suddenly appeared out of nowhere wash over her. She spared one last look at her friends – both new and old – before letting herself fall into an uneasy sleep.

"Go away one!"

The words reached Misty like a physical blow, and she stepped back, stunned at the anger in Ash's eyes.

"I don't understand, Ash, what did I do?" shouted Misty, stomping her foot.

"U R a stupid betch and u don r smurtand WE HAT U! One hundred-eleven!" babbled Max.

"Yeah, u nevr did anything and u just tagd along to sex wuh forwardslash Ash and mre!" said Brock, glowering at her with a look of utmost contempt on his face.

Misty fumed. "Are you – are you calling me a whore?"

"Yas lawl derp derp," mumbled May, her eyes unfocused.

Oh, that was it! "Fine! I'll leave! I only stuck around for your guys' benefit, anyway! I'm a gym leader, and I can get along fine on my own, thanks! I don't want whatever disease you picked up, anyway!" And with that, she turned and stomped away from the group, Pikachu waving sadly over Ash's shoulder at her retreating form.

Misty sat against a tree for some time, crying quietly. She was enraged at Ash for telling her to leave; at Brock, for never appreciating her presence; at Max for what she felt was a betrayal; and most of all, at herself.

I shouldn't have walked off. Who knows what they'll do? There's obviously something wrong with them, and they might get into trouble. And they're your friends, she reprimanded herself, they're your friends, and it's your duty to be there for them when they need help. Max didn't give up on May, and I'm not going to give up on them!

Feeling encouraged, she picked herself up with a small smile and headed off in the direction her friends had gone, determined to reach them and put things right.

Only to find that she couldn't.

The instant Misty had first tried to go within 20 feet of her friends, she was thrown back by some kind of barrier. It felt odd, similar to a Reflect barrier, but this one was different. When she curiously reached out her hand to investigate the odd wall, she was rewarded with a burnt palm. Misty couldn't recall Reflect doing that.

Misty knew she was following the group more for her own good than theirs. Even if they managed to get into trouble and she was around, it wouldn't do any good. Neither she nor her Pokémon could approach them.

It's better that you at least know what's happening to them, instead of sitting at home wondering if they're okay, she chided herself. She picked up her pace, careful to stay out of range of the barrier whilst keeping them in her range of vision.

You're only stuck for now, she thought. You'll figure out a way through that barrier, and you'll help them all, even if you have to physically beat sense into them. You'll figure out a way to help them all. She adjusted her backpack and trudged onwards towards the faint glow in the distance that was Mauville City.

Even the girl.

More Notes: This chapter will perhaps be the worst one, mainly because I suck at writing arguments between long-standing friends, never having had one myself.

The Sue's name, Teri, is what I always name the player character in my Pokémon files (the name is an inside joke). I picked that name because let's face it – the main character in Pokémon is a massive Sue. Think about it. They're virtually unconquered, they become the strongest trainer in the world just from training a level five starter, they solve practically every problem in the game as parts of sidequests, and they wind up capturing and taming a deity (or deities, depending on what game you have) that controls a force of nature, then sic said deity(ies) on unsuspecting trainers just to get a few hundred Pokédollars. If that's not a Sue, I don't know what is.

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