"I can do this, I mean, it's my dream. All I have to do is walk in!" said a small yellow mouse creature with red cheeks. "I'm a pikachu, and I've been training super hard. I'm guaranteed to get in!" He said, not matching the words' confidence. The pikachu looked up at the big pink building, uncertain. He tentatively took one step, and found not ground, but some sort of grating made of what looked to be bamboo; he was looking so hard at the establishment that he hadn't noticed it until he was on it.
"Pokemon detected! Pokemon detected!" yelled a voice from below the grate, scaring the pikachu frozen. He shakily looked down at the grate and told himself he would not run away this time.
"WELL? WHAT POKEMON!" asks an even louder voice from underneath.
The first voice responds "pika," but he was already half-way down the hill.
"Hey, koffing, did you see that weird thing around that kid's neck?" asks a tiny bat-like pokemon with sharp, little fangs, big ears, and no eyes.
"Pha hahahahahaaaaa! What? Oh, no. I was too busy cracking up at how he ran away like a little Azuril!" A circular floating purple thing with purple gas leaking from its craters replied, chuckling again. "Why do you ask Zubat?"
"Because it could be valuable treasure you idiot!" the Zubat hissed angrily at his dimwitted partner. "C'mon, let's follow him," he ordered, flapping in the direction the pikachu went. Koffing floated lazily after him, wondering why he gets snapped at all the time.
Pikachu sprinted down the old path that led to the beach. When he reached sand, he flung himself into it and began to weep. Why did he run away each time? He was closer than he had ever come before, but those voices spooked him to the beach; he had no idea that they would be there, and why did they yell like that? He laid there miserably until he forced himself to sit up.
"Wow," the yellow mouse sighed, watching the ocean. The krabby were out blowing bubbles that glowed and shimmered in the late afternoon sun. "It's so beautiful, I love it when the krabby blow bubbles," the pikachu marveled at the magnificence of the scene. He looked around, hoping to see something else pretty, and catches a glimpse of something blue against some rocks.
The electric type scampered over, not quite sure what to make of the flash of blue. As he closes in, he sees that the "blue" was a pokemon, more specifically, a squirtle. The pikachu looks down at the other pokemon in shock, his mouth wide open, and didn't move for five more minutes.
"HOW DO I HELP?" he cried, running around in circles for another two minutes before he rushed to the squirtle's side. "Hello? HELLO? Are you alive?" He screeched into the tiny turtle pokemon's face.
Screaming. She definitely heard screaming. She struggled out of unconsciousness to see a yellow thing resembling a mouse with a lightning shaped tail and red cheeks shouting in her face. She recognized it, a pikachu.
"Talking pokemon!" she yelled, jumping away, to only hit her head on a bigger rock behind her. "Owwwww," she moaned, rubbing her head.
"Oh, are you okay?" asked the freaky pikachu. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I am curious, why did you call me a 'talking pokemon'? All pokemon talk," he said.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not a pokemon, I'm a human, so I wouldn't know!" She grouched, annoyed that he could not see that she was clearly a human.
"Ummmm, you're a squirtle and you're talking," he stated, pointing at her.
"Ha, me. A talking squirtle. How stupid do you think I…" she looked down and saw a blue curled tail, "AAAAAAAMMMMMM!" she cried, grappling her tail. This could NOT be happening! She yanked on the squirtle tail, confirming it was indeed hers.
She ran to a little pool of water to look at herself. She was about as tall as the pikachu, with a bit of fluff resembling hair on her head. There was a purple barrette that had two turquois and black striped feather-like strands attached to her head, and a matching purple bracelet around her right wrist. Her original eye color must have been green, because her eyes were not the shade of red a squirtle's should be. She gaped at herself.
"Anyway," said the pikachu, pulling her out of her trance, "my name's Haile, what's yours?"
She considered withholding the information from this so called 'Haile', but decided he wasn't much of a threat, but she had to think hard for a name. She eventually came up with something that was familiar. "Valor," she said reluctantly.
"Hmm, you seem too boy-ish for such a girly name. How about Valiant? It means the same thing," Haile suggested. That name rang a louder bell than the one she came up with. Valiant gave a small nod to show he was correct.
"So, where are you from?" He asks, holding out his paw for her to take. She grasped it and pulled herself up.
"I… I don't remember," Valiant answered, shocked, and gently touched her head. "All I remember is being a human, and I didn't even get my own name right without help!" At this, the pikachu's expression turned to concern, and he started messing with the strange stone around his neck.
Out of the blue, something whizzed between the two pokemon. Haile gave a small yip and jumped back a few feet.
"My relic!" he cried, touching the space where the stone was hanging from his neck. Valiant turned to face the thief, a zubat, and took a fighting stance.
"Thanks for the treasure!" the zubat said loudly, a floating purple thing flew next to him, a koffing.
"G… g-give that back!" Haile demanded weakly, Valiant could see him shaking.
"Yeah? Or what?" asked the koffing.
Haile looked down, avoiding eye contact. He trembled as he whispered something that might have been a "that's mine," and shook some more.
"Ha, he won't do anything!" the zubat scoffed, and flapped into the small beach cave with the koffing following at a slower pace. The mouse pokemon didn't make a move toward the cave.
"Well?" Valiant demanded, stamping her foot.
"Well what?" asked Haile, defeated.
"You're just going to let him take your… your rock thing!" she asked, furious he was such a push over.
He looked up, puzzled, "what can I do? They're dangerous, might as well let them have it."
Valiant began stomping to the beach cave, her anger welling up.
"Where are you going?" the electric type asked.
She kept walking when she answered, "to get your stupid rock!"