Pokemon and Starcraft Crossover.
The opponent's Pokemen fell with a thud. He hung his head at the shame of defeat. Ash pumped his fist in victory, and Pikachu, his yellow pokemon, took out a cigar and lit it. It was his unique sign of happiness.
Finally, Ash would get the final badge that would finish his collection. With his finished collection, he would be qualified for competitions and show the world how skilled he was with his Pokemon.
As he went toward the trainer, it felt as if he was walking in dream, he even barely registered Brock's "Congratulations, Ash!" next to him. The trainer dropped the badge into the palm of his hand and said "Good job, you've earned it, kid." Ash thanked him, and admired the badge.
Behind him, Pikachu belched out some smoke and said "You gettin' all this?" he grumbled to the small two way radio lodged up one of his ears. It was silent for a moment then crackled into life
"You know your orders, Pikachu. Carry. Them. Out." Replied the saucy voice of James. Pikachu spat out his cigar stub, and walked next to Ash. Ash turned to pet him, but then noticed the yellow crackles of electricity between the two red spots of the Pokemon's cheeks.
His eyes widened. "Pikachu." He said hoarsely. "What have you done?"
"I made a deal with the devil, Ash." The pokemon replied. " I take the badges, then I get to go free"
"But…. But I give you all the freedom you need," Ash complained, "anymore freedom and you would be a wild pokemon. Who smokes."
Pikachu, who had been staring intently at the ground, now gave Ash a sidelong glance. "They also promised me a lifelong supply of cigars" he confessed.
"I can give cigars, too, you know." Ash reasoned. Pikachu stayed silent.
Ash sighed. "It's Cuban, isn't it." He said. The pokemon nodded. "It's vintage." He added, with a slight twinge of guilt. This time, the pokemon sighed. Time to end this. The sparks dancing around his cheeks intensified.
"Now give me the badges, or get shocked." He threatened.
"We all have our choices." Ash replied. Slowly, silently, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a Pokeball, tightly.
"Damn shame," Pikachu said. Without warning, he released a lethal shock of lightning at Ash. Quickly, Ash ducked behind Brock, who was looking at the spectacle and wringing his hands all the while. The bolt smote Brock, who without as much as yelp, crumpled to the floor with smoking hair.
Before Pikachu could react, Ash quickly leaped up and phased Pikachu into the Pokeball. It bucked wildly for a second, and them remained still. He breathed out a silent relief.
"Sorry, buddy," he said to the ball, "I guess you can't get your gift now." From his bag, he took the pack of cigars that he was planning to give to Pikachu as a present, and lit one.
Inhaling slowly, he left the stadium.
Author's Notes
Obviously, none of Starcraft units actually appeared here. But I followed the ending cinematic of Starcraft 2. So, yeah.