Hi, guess where I’ve been? No, not the moon! Who said that? Anyhoo, I’ll just tell you: SUMMER CAMP! Yes, I’ve just been to camp. Coincidence, eh? Okay, maybe not, but whatever. The annoying thing is that far from giving me inspiration for part 6, it’s given me terrible writers block! KILL! MURDER! MUTILATE! FORCE TO EAT MY SMELLY SOCKS! ARGH!!!!! Um...yeah. Sorry, I seem to have carried on a bit. So, without further ado, here’s Summer Camp part 6 *wild applause, cheering, etc.* authored by the one and only Sarah the Swinub! *Not even the crickets are chirping* Grrr...

A/N 2: SOOOOOO sorry, you guys, but I wrote about half a page, then left it alone for 3 months. Writers Block is showing symptoms of leaving, though, so yay!

Disclaimer: I do not own pokémon or any of its components. Bianca is owned by Biancapi, 'cause it's her and all. All other unrecognisable characters are miney mine mine.

Started: 11/8/03 Finished:

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Last time...

"...Why should I care? If you don't care then I don't care, we're not going anywhere.” she finished the song and sighed, as she thought about how true it was. Outside her door, Butch silently walked away and left the building.

"Have you guys been to see Misty yet?" asked Brock of his friends during lunch. Whitney shook her head.

"Nope. Butch went to see her earlier, and someone said they saw him leave about 5 minutes later. He looked pretty mad." Ash's ears immediately perked up at this comment.

“What do you think happened?” Ash enquired of Whitney, who shrugged.

“No idea. Ask him.” she replied.

‘I think not.’ thought Ash, recalling his dislike for the boy.

“So,” began Duplica, changing the subject, “What’re we doing this afternoon?”

“We have a choice.” answered Bianca, smiling slightly, “You can swim in the pool, get your hair braided, play sports or tie-dye some old shirts or whatever.” They all looked at each other.

“Tie-dye.” said Bianca and Duplica.

“Sports.” said Brock and Gary.

“Hair-braiding.” said Whitney.

“Swimming.” said Ash. Duplica gave Ash a surprised look.

“I thought you’d be sick of water right now.” she said, referring to the incident that morning. Ash just shrugged. Shaking her head, she turned back to the others.

“So I guess me and Bianca ought to fetch some shirts or stuff like that. Brock and Gary go to the fields, Whitney goes to wherever hair-braiding is, and Ash goes to the pool.” The group nodded and continued to eat their meal.

‘I wonder if Misty’s going to do any activities?’ thought Ash ‘I think I’ll go see her.’

-=-=-Sick Room, about 15 minutes after Butch left-=-=-

Misty stared at the ceiling and sighed. Closing her eyes, she decided that sleeping would be the best plan. Ignoring the annoying feeling of dried tears on her face, she willed her body to relax. She must have been more tired than she thought, as she went to sleep very quickly.

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Darkness.

It surrounded her.

Misty opened her eyes, and her sight remained the same. She looked around in case there was a small chink of light somewhere. Finding none, she decided to try and walk forward. She had barely taken her first tentative step when a bright light came from nowhere, revealing her surroundings with a harsh glare. Misty threw up an arm to protect her eyes, which she had instinctively screwed shut. After a moment, she opened her eyes once more and lowered her arm. Looking up, she saw that no ceiling was visible – the walls seemed to stretch on forever. The walls themselves were black, and the dark walkway she was standing on could barely be distinguished. Turning around, a third blank wall greeted her. She started down the pathway, since there was nowhere else to go. After a few minutes walking, she got the eerie feeling that she was being watched. Scanning the area, she found it to be deserted. Nevertheless, the feeling stayed with her. She began to jog, and then run, along the path, continually looking back for

her unknown pursuers. At last, she felt so tired she could run no more. Falling to her knees, she attempted to still her heavy panting, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. After resting a while, Misty summoned the courage to get to her feet and look around once more. At first glance, the place seemed empty, but then, things started to phase into existence. She let out a silent gasp, as the ‘things’ became solid and revealed themselves to be floating, bloodshot, eyes. Swallowing bile, Misty stumbled back slightly. The eyes, as if noticing her for the first time, turned towards her, and Misty saw her reflection staring back at her tenfold. A blind panic overtook her, and she forced her legs to run on, leaving the eyes behind. More appeared beside her as she ran, all fixing her with the same horrible gaze. Tears lowing from her eyes, Misty finally stopped, dropping to her knees, and then to her belly. She lay like that for a moment, expecting a whole manner of terrible attacks to assail her. Feeling nothing, she looked up. The eyes had disappeared from either side of her. Getting shakily to her feet a second time, she saw the eyes were indeed gone. Then she felt it. A presence behind her. Turning around as slow as possible, she was confronted with a huge eye, ten times bigger than the others. Misty felt as if she had been laid bare for it to see. It could see all her secrets with a mere glance.

“No...” she whispered, the echo returning to her many times over. “Don’t make me remember...” She felt herself being drawn into the eye’s inky black iris, and her vision went black once more. She felt as if she was trapped in an endlessly spinning vortex, her friend’s voices pounding in her ears.

“ASH!” she cried “DUPLICA! BROCK! WHITNEY! GARY! BIANCA! NOOOOOOOOO!” Unconsciousness claimed her once more.

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“ASH!” Misty cried, starting awake and sitting bolt upright. There was a yell and a crash. Misty looked to her left to see Ash himself lying on the floor, rubbing his side where he had hit it. He looked up and smiled sheepishly.

“You scared me Misty.” he admitted, standing up “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just had a bad dream.” Ash raised an eyebrow.

"It must've been pretty bad, the way you were thrashing around, and all."

Misty looked down at her sheets, which were twisted around her legs. She became suddenly aware of the fact that Ash was standing there while she was wearing only a flimsy nightgown which, she found to her horror, was slowly riding up her legs. Feeling the familiar sensation of a blush upon her cheeks, she decided to try and get Ash to leave.

"So, um, what are the others doing? They didn't exactly come here just to be there as I almost drown. Oh, and thank you for the whole dragging-my-sorry-self out of the water thing. I owe you own." Realizing she was babbling, Misty shut her mouth and did her share of sheepish grins. Ash laughed.

"I'm glad the water didn't dampen your spirits!" Misty groaned at the terrible joke, and suddenly, things were how they should be, with Ash sitting on the bed next to her rambling on about something that Duplica had done that morning and such like, while Misty sat there and smiled back at him. This wasn't awkward at all; it was a kind of situation that only the closest of friends share.

-=-=-Sick Room, 1 hour later-=-=-

"...Any way, me and Gary have got this little plan to find out what this thing is that Brock keeps hiding from us. We think it might be..." Ash paused dramatically, "...A STUFFED TOY!" He declared, jumping up and holding his fist in the air in what he must think was a heroic and determined pose. Misty couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing.

"No way! Brock wouldn't have a stuffed toy! He's too...Brock for that!" Misty gasped through her laughter.

"Don't be so sure!" Ash grinned at her and then glanced at the clock on the wall. "Argh! Dinner started 5 minutes ago! We'd better get moving!" He looked unsurely at Misty "That is, if you're okay to go." Misty shrugged and gingerly swung her legs off the bed and rested her feet on the floor. Lifting her weight on to them, she took a few tentative steps around the sick room. She grinned at Ash.

"Looks like I'll be fine!" Misty was about to leave the room before she noticed one vital problem. She was still in her nightdress. "Uh...Could you go on ahead while I change, please?" she asked Ash, who turned a slight shade of pink.

"Yeah, I'll just wait out here, 'kay?" He left the room, looking determinedly away from Misty. She shrugged and turned towards the pile of clothes that Duplica had left there, which were on top of a chest of drawers at the foot of her bed. Making sure that Ash was well and truly nowhere in the vicinity, she began to get changed. As she pulled a loose pale blue t-shirt over her head, she wondered. She remembered being all nervous about Ash being around while she was in her nightdress, but then she seemed to have forgotten her worries when they began to talk. She then realised, as she pulled on her shorts, that Ash had made her feel comfortable around him just by talking. Lacing up her trainers, she decided that her feeling for Ash would need deliberating. Instead of worrying about it now, she decided that she would think this through in her best musing spot; her bed before she goes to sleep. (A/N: It's where I get all my serious thinking done!) She finally resolved, as she reached for the doorknob, that she would watch him until that time came.

-=-=-Mess Hall, dinnertime-=-=-

"Uh...Gary, do YOU know what this is?" Whitney asked her boyfriend, poking gingerly a white...thing that the canteen staff had bravely called 'meat'.

"No idea." He replied, pushing his own away from him.

"Just go veggie, like me." Duplica said cheerfully, munching on a leaf of lettuce. Brock rolled his eyes.

"Why do I get the weird ones?" he asked in an undertone to Bianca.

"'Cause no one else will have you?" Bianca grinned, nudging him with her elbow. Brock hung his head sadly.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Casting around for something to cheer Brock up, Bianca's gaze landed on the door.

"Hey! Ash and Misty are back!" she cried, pointing towards the entrance, where Ash and Misty were looking around for them. Jumping up, Duplica waved madly at them, and yelled their names. This got thier attention, along with the rest of the hall's. Ash and Misty blushed at thier friend's antics and hurried over to the table.

"How are you, Misty?" asked Bianca sympathetically. Misty smiled back at her.

"Little shaken, but fine." Misty looked around a bit. "Where's Butch?" Whitney looked around as well.

"You know, I haven't seen him yet. He's been missing ever since he left your sick room. What happened in there - he looked rather annoyed by something." Misty looked guiltily at her shoes as the group watched her. Ash, feeling sorry for her, decided to intervene.

"So how were the activities earlier?" Brock gave him a questioning look before launching into this long shpiel about how he, Gary and some other guys had 'whooped' the opposing team, with Brock as the main star. Gary translated it as Brock got whacked on the head by a ball during the opening minutes and had to sit out for most of the game. Brock gave Gary his comeuppance by shoving some cold spaghetti down his back. Duplica, whilst fussing over Brock about the bump on his head (A/N: What is it with me and making people get whacked over the head?) laughed her head off when Gary screamed very girlishly and did a rather psycho tap dance whilst trying to dislodge the spaghetti from his shirt. All too soon, dinner had ended and all the campers were sent back to thier dorms. Gary grimaced as a single strand of spaghetti dropped from his shirt.

"You realise that you are a dead man, don't you?" he said to Brock, who had doubled over in laughter.

"Oh yes I do, but it's worth it." Brock grinned at him and earned himself a whack round the head from Gary (A/N: Again with the head thing!). Whitney shook her head at the two of them and turned to Duplica for some semblance of sisterhood (whoo, alliteration!).

“So what’re we doing for the rest of the evening?” she asked. Duplica stroked her chin.

“I think we can just hang around on the fields or in our dorms until lights out.” Duplica shrugged “And that’s not for another two hours.” (A/N: (Sorry about all of these) I apologise for the freaky lack of elapsed time in this fic, I’m just desperate to move this cursed fic along.)

“I can’t be bothered to stay out any more. I’m going to hang around in my dorm until I go to sleep.” interjected Misty. Whitney shrugged.

“Whatever. You guys feel like joining us?” she directed this question at Ash, since Gary currently had Brock in a headlock and was focusing all his attention on that. He shrugged as well and managed to control his threatening blush.

“Sure. I’ll drag these two along once they’re done.” He jerked a thumb at his wrestling friends and Duplica rolled her eyes. She turned to Bianca and asked her if she wanted to come along, which she agreed to.

“Bye!” called Misty, waving at the three guys. Ash waved back and Brock managed a faint gurgling sound. Gary was turning red at the effort of restraining Brock and didn’t seem to hear.

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THANK THE PIES, IT’S DONE! You know how long I’ve been trying to write this chapter? 15 MONTHS! How’s that for writers block. In the space of writing this chapter, I’ve turned 14, been to camp twice and been through the entire of Year Nine and am now in Year Ten. Talk about hellish. Sorry to all those wonderful, wonderful people who reviewed. Whenever someone reviewed I felt really guilty and wrote a bit more of this accursed chapter. Charmander and Pichu (who technically didn’t review this fic), Justyna and her friends Celeste, Katie, Rebecca, Sam and Tina, I’m really thankful.

Luv Sarah the Swinub

P.S In case it wasn’t obvious, I write the Author’s Notes at the top first.

P.P.S Oh goodie, now I have to write part 7 *dies*.