Does anyone else remember the game Pokemon Channel?
If you played it as a kid, you might remember the time spent watching television with a stray Pikachu, while also going through minigames such as gardening, and exploring the small world of the game.
Many people thought your electric companion was a bit dim (Attempting to go through the screen, anyone?), but no less adorable than any other of its species. As the game played out in real time, your Pikachu would appear at the door to your backyard and invite itself in whenever you played the game again, expecting fun.
The fridge horror sets in at the words ‘Real Time’.
Your Pikachu, in its own world, returns to your character’s home every morning. How many years has it sat at the patio, watching, hoping one day its friend will awake from their perceived coma and play again? Every day, it returns to see its human friend, waiting for hours, waiting for you.