The Chu Who Knew Too Much - Prologue
Once upon a time, I was a normal Pikachu. I was part of a wild family. I had several brothers and sisters. But my life was far from normal. Just after I was born, a hunter shot and killed my mother. I had to survive on forest food, something a newborn Pichu normally does not do.
I have never tasted milk in my life. It appears I will never get to. But that is not important. I only spoke the native language of my species. All I could say was variations of my name. But one day, I wandered far off from my group. Our home forest happened to be near a nuclear power plant.
The power plant had an accident that day. I was forever transformed. My eyes became human. I suddenly could speak English. I was...a talking Pokemon. "I don't believe it..." was my first thought. I wanted to integrate into human society. But that would prove difficult. Talking or not, I was still a Pokemon. Pokemon were expected to be seen, and not heard.
This was the attitude in England. Fortunately, someone did care for me. Her name was Amy Winehouse. I had come to know Winehouse, like a sister, and a mother. She stood up for my rights, when no one else would. Discrimination is still a major part of today's society. But Amy Winehouse wanted to put a stop to it.
One day, Winehouse died. I was suddenly...all alone again. Heartbroken. Without a voice. But of course...Winehouse did manage to have an effect. I moved to America, the land of opportunity, when I got the chance. It was there I discovered Team Rocket, a criminal organization that does cruel things to Pokemon.
I watched as Team Rocket took over city after city. I traveled all across America putting a stop to this. Team Rocket grew increasingly wary of me. One day, while I was not looking, I was captured by the fucking scumbags and taken to interrogation at a base in Denver. I refused to talk. They tortured me day after day. But I still would not talk.
It was finally one day when I was taken to one of their death camps. I was expected to work myself to death. I happened to find other Pokemon capable of human speech. Like me, they refused to reveal secrets. Day after day after day, I watched comrade after comrade die. But I did not die. I refused to die.
During a night shift, I escaped. Not having any food or drink in weeks, I was nearly famished. I stumbled upon four 10-year-olds from a small town in Colorado, just talking a walk through a forest. One of them had quite a negative attitude, he saw everything as shit. Another was a fat kid who liked to bully others. There was one wearing an orange parka too.
But the one I connected with the best was the Jewish kid. I saw the fat kid pick on him for being Jewish. I found out all their names: Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. Kyle was the Jewish one. I knew how the Jewish race felt...they had seen similar atrocities to what I saw at those death camps, decades before in Europe.
Kyle took me to his home, in a small town known as South Park. I met his family, mother Sheila, father Gerald, and adopted brother Ike. I felt right at home here. I lived in the attic for quite a while. On occasion, I would receive visits from other citizens of the town. I got to know the Broflovskis quite well. I read the Torah and other books, and converted to Judaism.
Team Rocket, naturally, was searching for me. Every day or so, I received a call that Kenny had died. One of the times, he was killed by a crazy cult leader named Ace. He is in Park County Jail right now. Team Rocket finally got to my house. They threatened my adoptive parents too.
But somehow, a miracle happened. Two American soldiers who I met in my travels, managed to find my house and rid them of Team Rocket. I decided to go face Team Rocket, but on my own. I had a score to settle with Giovanni. That prick thinks he can kill Pokemon and get away with it? He has got another thing coming...
