it's been a year since I've last written and I know at least one person who liked memories even with its faults, so I've revived it and will continue this new version until the end.
I couldn't tell where I was. I didn't know who I was or why I was there. Recalling it now, I guess I didn't know anything except how to breath and speak. All I can really remember was wondering was what happened to me. And then I fainted I guess, because everything went black. What happens next is a story worth telling, and it's my story. So lets get started, shall we?
I am a pokemon, a very special pokemon actually, a Pikachu. My partner is Ash Ketchum, and Ash and I are traveling to the Kanto region after a defeat in Unova. We get to see our families and friends, you know, a reunion of sorts. One problem, to get to Kanto you have to take a specific boat route. Why is this a problem you ask? Because on this route there happens to be the world's largest Gyarados and all of its buddies. Yes, the chances of an attack, especially on you specifically on the entire ship of people, are slim, but that doesn't mean it can't happen.
Let's just say the explosion was painful, and the impact was worse. Now by "impact" I mean the entire Gyarados hit me in the face and then some. I don't remember how it happened or what happened in between the pain and the black outs, but I'm sure it involved Ash running for his life to a Pokemon Center after swimming to shore with me in his hands. Here is where the story gets interesting, so lets switch to a first person view for a while.
[Where am I? Better yet, who am I? And how did I get here? Everything is so blurry. I can see a doorway and a large glass window next to each other on the left. And there's a small table with medicine of some sort to my right. I wonder what's above me.] Looking up I see a giant nurse's face staring at me. I feel frightened at first but try not to show it. That's kind of a hard thing to do when you feel like you just died. Twice. But I did try, and fail admittedly. She could tell I was scared and, well, broken? Yeah broken is a great word for it. She muttered something that I couldn't hear clearly and picked me up. I was confused as to where I was being taken, until I saw someone walk through the door...
who walks into the room is pretty obvious but I guess you'll have to wot to be sure! Please leave reviews and tell me what can improve.
