Notes: Hello ppl. I know that these first few parts (that's PARTS not chapters) are kinda screwy, having written a long time ago. Once you get up to Part 9, things start making sense, so could you please bare with me until then? BTW, Eevee's supposed to be male, but my edited file of this story got lost.
Chapter 1
The Beedrill Horde
A man and his wife went strolling through the forest around the cabin, south of Palette. The man wondered if he should try to enter the Pokémon League. He already had nine Pokémon, but training them was more of a hobby.
"The flowers smell wonderful this time of year, don't they?" the wife asked.
The man said nothing.
His wife BONKed him on the head, angry that he wasn't listening.
"Ahh!" he screamed, "WHAT?!"
"Do the flowers smell wonderful or don't they?!" the wife demanded.
"Yes! They do! They're beautiful!"
"I couldn't agree more," she said, her calm, dainty self again.
Buzzzzzzzzzz.
Since the man was an expert on Pokémon, he knew that sound. He looked up, past the trees, and held his wife closely. She was confused.
"What is that?" she asked.
"Shh…" he whispered, scared.
A swarm of Beedrill came into view.
"Shh…" the man pushed his wife's head down. But right before the Beedrill passed, she looked up.
The man started to clamp his hand over her mouth but it was too late…
"AHH—!"
The Beedrill looked down. They saw easy prey and descended.
The man panicked and released every Pokémon he had except Goldeen, who couldn't fight without water.
"Eevee, Nidorina, Kangaskhan, Seel, Sandshrew, Sandslash, Weedle, go!" he cried.
The seven of them appeared.
"Seel?" Seel wondered. This particular Seel definitely wasn't a very good fighter.
Buzzzzz. Shwoooop!
"Seel! Seel! Seel!" Seel cried, alarmed.
"Weedle! Weedle!" Weedle cried.
The other six froze.
"What is it, Weedle?" The man demanded.
"Weedle, Weedle!"
Eevee pushed the Beedrill it was fighting away and just sat there. The others did the same. They weren't fighting.
"Do something!" the wife screamed.
The man was shocked, "Why aren't you fighting?!"
"Weedle!" Weedle protested, "Weedle, Weedle!"
The man remembered that the recently-captured Weedle had been from this hive. It must have talked the others into not attacking.
"Weedle return!" the man screamed. He pointed Weedle's Poké-ball, but Weedle kept swerving out of the way of the red beam.
"Eevee, tackle attack!" he screamed, still trying to make the stubborn Weedle return, "Now!"
"Eevee?" said the confused Eevee.
Weedle was finally sucked into the Poké-ball.
"NOW!" the man screamed again.
Still confused, but always obedient, Eevee did its tackle attack on a nearby Beedrill. The other Pokémon continued to fight following Eevee's example.
"Ahh!"
In his rush to save her, the man had forgotten about his wife. Quite suddenly, he turned around and found her severely injured and being carried off by a pair of Beedrill.
"No!" he screamed, "NO! Come back with her! NOOOO!"
He fell to his knees and watched until she was gone. If only he'd had a flying Pokémon!
He turned back around and found his six unconscious Pokémon. All the Beedrill had flown off.
"WEEDLE!" the man screamed suddenly, "It's all your fault!"
It was all of their faults for listening to the stupid insect.
He brought them all back into their Poké-balls. He was overcome by insanity. He walked away, twitching, and cackling to himself.