CHA-CHINK! The rotom jumped back at the sound of a large piece of scrap metal that fell through the ceiling of the abandoned bunker. After taking a moment to recover from the shock of the scrap metal falling onto the ground the rotom simply floated over the scrap metal and continued forward. Recollecting his thoughts.
Thats strange… I could've worn there was nothing above the bunker. Perhaps I just couldn't see anything from the area I came in? The rotom thought to itself as as the plasma that radiated from it helped illuminate the dimly lit bunker. He continued to float forward and eventually took a left turn. He was looking for something. Though he didn't know what. All he knew is that he had died.
He had died and his spirit must've possed some strange piece of tech in order to be "reborn" as a rotom. And he just so happened to wake up nearby the bunker. And sense it was the closest place nearby. He started looking there for possible answers as to how he got this way. And maybe what his past life was like as well…
Thump! The rotom lost his train of thought as he had just bumped into something. He shook it off and looked at the thing he had bumped into. His eyes grew wide with shock and he floated backwards. Only a few inches away from him was the body of a porygon2. It's eyes were open, but were completely black, and it wasn't moving. Even after the rotom bumped into it.
"I-Is it dead!?" The rotom finally spoke, to emotionally overwhelmed to think. But taking a closer look at the porygon2 and seeing that it was unlikely to move, made him calm down a little. No… It can't be dead. It looks like it was never even alive. It's just the shell of some weird material that just so happens to look like a pokemon… The rotom thought to himself, deciding to look around the porygon2. Maybe there was some way of turning the thing on?
The rotom looked all over for something to turn the shell of a pokemon on. But couldn't find anything. But he couldn't give up. So far this pokemon was the only thing he found interesting in this entire bunker. Perhaps if he was lucky it would have answers. So he paced back and forth trying to think of a way to turn the pokemon on. And then it hit him.
"Aha!" He exclaimed out loud getting an idea. I could maybe use a small jolt of electricity to turn the pokemon on! But… It might be risky. If I use to much electricity I might damage the pokemon. Is… Is it worth taking the risk? ...I'll...I'll do it! I'll take the risk if it gives me a chance to get answers! Now that the rotom had decided what to do. He actually had to set his plan into motion.
The rotom floated a few feet back. He shivered and closed his eyes, nervous with anticipation. He began to charge up an electric attack. Though it was only for a few seconds it felt like an eternity to the rotom. Waiting for the amount he felt was just right to launch at the powered off pokemon. But his nervous thinking had gotten the better of him. Fearing that any longer and it would do damage to the pokemon laying on the floor. The rotom launched the electrical attack sooner than he had originally expected. He opened his eyes to see the pokemon laying on the floor. With a few sparks from the electrical attack still cracking in the air. Did...Did it work?