This FanFiction was made to try and stop the constant PokéBashing in the
Super Smash Brothers Melee FanFictions.
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I am Pikachu. That is what they call me. Pikachu is not my name, it is my race. I am of the Pokémon. The humans call me Pikachu. Why that is still remains a mystery to me. I am an electric mouse, or is my appearance. I stand at only a bit more than a single foot tall. I weigh a frail thirteen pounds. And these lead to some of the biggest stereotypes of all. These are some of the reasons that I fight.
I am a Pokémon, and nothing can change that. Out of battle people see me as cute, with my shocking yellow coat, red cheeks and black-and-white eyes. My natural behaviors are what others call cute. Several of the others of my species as well as the other types of Pokémon, are caged in and used for the battle purposes of humans, and for their own selfish pride. These are more reasons why I fight in the Melee. I want to prove myself to be more than just some cute little pet that can be admired and be used for nothing more.
I am neither the strongest nor the fastest or the best Pokémon. And with competition like Togepi, Marill and my pre-evolved form, Pichu, I may not even be the cutest, although that decision is a matter of pure opinion. I am not evolved into my final form called Raichu. I fear that would make me cold and ruthless, which I do not want to be. I like my personality now, and I want to remain that way. But my carefree, relaxed and friendly attitude are what ail me to go into combat.
Everyone looks down upon me as some puny little mouse that can shock a bit. I certainly do not feel this is true. Just because I have not evolved, and am not large or powerful in ranks to Pokémon like Lugia, Ho-Oh or Mewtwo, does not mean I am weak. I do not want to be compared to Kirby in light frame, with Yoshi in usefulness or with Jigglypuff for an actual purpose. Am I not a creme-puff. I am not useless. And I am most definitley not here just to be cute.
I may never quite understand the human ways, and I won't understand why I am thought of as some other weak mouse-type creature. With walking, talking Foxes, huge fire-breathing lizards that can jump on people and life forms made up entirely of programming shadows, a Pokémon of my appearance isn't that shocking to see. Just being a Pokémon gives me the bad name of being weak. People call me a wimp, a shrimp and just another animal that can never fight. But I am out to prove them wrong.
Even at the Melee I am never treated like an equal. Peach thinks of me as a cute little dog that sits in the corner. I am a personal petting object for Zelda. I have to deal with getting the heck scared out of me at 3 am by Ganondorf and his stupid, idiotic tricks. The only one who truly makes me feel appreciated, besides the other Pokémon, is Ness. After being with creatures such as Mr. Saturn, he must have learned that respect must be given, regardless of appearance or such things. I am glad that he understands me. It also makes me realize that age is yet another irrelivant point in a fighter. Ness is living proof of this.
Why I fight in the Melee is for all these reasons. I am out to show I have a use beyond being cute and cuddly. I want to prove that I am not weak just because I am a Pokémon, and a small, unevolved one at that. I go to give my all and do what I must to protect the honor of myself and all Pokémon. I want to be seen as an equal in the eyes of all. I want to be free to be myself. This is why I fight.
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I am Pikachu. That is what they call me. Pikachu is not my name, it is my race. I am of the Pokémon. The humans call me Pikachu. Why that is still remains a mystery to me. I am an electric mouse, or is my appearance. I stand at only a bit more than a single foot tall. I weigh a frail thirteen pounds. And these lead to some of the biggest stereotypes of all. These are some of the reasons that I fight.
I am a Pokémon, and nothing can change that. Out of battle people see me as cute, with my shocking yellow coat, red cheeks and black-and-white eyes. My natural behaviors are what others call cute. Several of the others of my species as well as the other types of Pokémon, are caged in and used for the battle purposes of humans, and for their own selfish pride. These are more reasons why I fight in the Melee. I want to prove myself to be more than just some cute little pet that can be admired and be used for nothing more.
I am neither the strongest nor the fastest or the best Pokémon. And with competition like Togepi, Marill and my pre-evolved form, Pichu, I may not even be the cutest, although that decision is a matter of pure opinion. I am not evolved into my final form called Raichu. I fear that would make me cold and ruthless, which I do not want to be. I like my personality now, and I want to remain that way. But my carefree, relaxed and friendly attitude are what ail me to go into combat.
Everyone looks down upon me as some puny little mouse that can shock a bit. I certainly do not feel this is true. Just because I have not evolved, and am not large or powerful in ranks to Pokémon like Lugia, Ho-Oh or Mewtwo, does not mean I am weak. I do not want to be compared to Kirby in light frame, with Yoshi in usefulness or with Jigglypuff for an actual purpose. Am I not a creme-puff. I am not useless. And I am most definitley not here just to be cute.
I may never quite understand the human ways, and I won't understand why I am thought of as some other weak mouse-type creature. With walking, talking Foxes, huge fire-breathing lizards that can jump on people and life forms made up entirely of programming shadows, a Pokémon of my appearance isn't that shocking to see. Just being a Pokémon gives me the bad name of being weak. People call me a wimp, a shrimp and just another animal that can never fight. But I am out to prove them wrong.
Even at the Melee I am never treated like an equal. Peach thinks of me as a cute little dog that sits in the corner. I am a personal petting object for Zelda. I have to deal with getting the heck scared out of me at 3 am by Ganondorf and his stupid, idiotic tricks. The only one who truly makes me feel appreciated, besides the other Pokémon, is Ness. After being with creatures such as Mr. Saturn, he must have learned that respect must be given, regardless of appearance or such things. I am glad that he understands me. It also makes me realize that age is yet another irrelivant point in a fighter. Ness is living proof of this.
Why I fight in the Melee is for all these reasons. I am out to show I have a use beyond being cute and cuddly. I want to prove that I am not weak just because I am a Pokémon, and a small, unevolved one at that. I go to give my all and do what I must to protect the honor of myself and all Pokémon. I want to be seen as an equal in the eyes of all. I want to be free to be myself. This is why I fight.