OOC: I'll join because I'm awesome xD.
Derek sighed, getting off of the school bus. He turned his head left, and right. He heard his neck crack, and stretched, yawning. He couldn't help it; he was tired. He had been this whole week; for lack of sleep. He had been reading all about the new Pokemon Games: Diamond and Pearl. Why? He had ordered Pearl from Japan. He had been awaited it, but it hadn't come the whole week. Now it was Friday.
Derek walked towards his house, and looked up into the window. He could make out his mother and father, talking amongst themselves? What were they talking about? Derek was left to ponder this, as he entered the garage. He closed it, took off his shoes, and walked into the house. As he did, he almost stepped on a package. He peered down at it, and suddenly, he let out a cry of joy. The package had the "Lik-Sang" logo on it. This was it! It was his Pearl!
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" he screamed, and ran upstairs with it in his hands. He almost ripped the package apart, seemingly forgetting his strength. In a flash, he remembered it, and he couldn't tear it with just his hands. He grabbed the scissors, and stabbed the package, and ripped it open. Gleaming, he pulled it out; Pokemon Pearl. He smiled, and ran off to his room.
By the time Derek had decided enough was enough, it was 11:30 at night. He had been playing for almost 10 hours straight, and his hands were getting sore. He yawned once more, and suddenly, he looked down at the screen. His game had frozen!
"What the hell!? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" he screamed up at the roof, seemingly to God, but he got no reply. In an act of anger, he flung his DS onto the floor. As he did, he looked at the screen. Suddenly, he looked down at his hand; he almost screamed. It was disappearing, in neat little cubes!
"WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?" he screamed, and watched as they flew into the DS screen. Next came his arm. After that, it spread up onto his head and face. "NOOOOO!" he shouted, but then he disappeared, without a trace of him ever being in his room. . .
__________________In The Game_____________________
Derek yawned, and stretched. He smiled, and scratched his eyes. "Wow, what a crazy drea--" he was cut off by looking at his room. Well, a room. It wasn't his. "What in the hell is going on!?" he said, shocked. He couldn't be dreaming, could he? He jumped out of bed, and walked towards a mirror. He almost fainted when he saw himself.
There, instead of his curly, brown hair, was spiky blue hair! His tall, skinny posture had been replaced with a medium-sized, medium-built one! And his brownish-green eyes were now a deep blue! He looked down at himself. He wasn't hallucinating! He was actually dressed like this!!
Suddenly, the door opened. There stood a woman with blue hair like his, only not as spiky. She was short; shorter than him. She wore what looked like a maid's outfit? It looked like that, but it wasn't exactly the same.
"Oh, good honey, your up! Don't be late! Professor Nanakamodo hates it when people are late!" she said cheerfully. He gave her a look of true blankness. "Don't tell me you've forgotten? You have to go pick up your first Pokemon today!" she smiled.
"DID SHE JUST SAY POKEMON!?!?!?!?!?!?" he thought. "Haha, oh yeah! I forgot! Sorry, Mom!" he said. "MOM!? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER, DAMMIT! Oh no. . . " he thought, and with a cold realization, he suddenly understood; he was inside Pokemon Pearl! He was in the game!
"Uh, Mom, can you please leave for a second? I'm going to get dressed." he said. She nodded, smiled, waved, and left the room. When she'd left, Derek looked around. "This is definatly like the game. . ." he said shakily. He then turned towards the closet, and grabbed some clothes out of it. He got dressed, and when he looked in the mirror, he mustered a faint smile; he looked exactly like the hero from Pokemon Pearl.
"Heh heh. . ." he said, and suddenly, his head began to hurt. He clutched it, and he felt memories flood into his head. Memories that weren't his, that didn't belong. Memories of him here, living in this world. He could barely make out his true memories; could he be suffering a form of amnesia that he could actually feel? He didn't know. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the feeling stopped. He could now feel both sets of memories clearly.
"This is just great. . . well, I might as well have fun here, right? I mean, Pokemon actually exist in this world. . ." he said, and smiled, grabbing a backpack off his desk, and opened the door.
OOC: Sorry 'bout the long post >_<