Short intermezzo: this came to me in a blast. A oneshot about the consequences of a simple question. I'm planning on another oneshot, but I'll be using a shipping used in another author's work, so I'm waiting for the green light (I'm looking at you, Dryuu!). It takes place during the Hoenn saga, but there are not ships around. I might be an Advanceshipper, but I make this story neutral, so it appeals to all shippers. One last note: all mental trauma cause by this story isn't my fault, because you decided to read it. Anyway, here it is:
What's Cooking, Doc?
It was about 12:00. A group of four sat down in a Pokémon center to have lunch. A black-haired trainer was fighting a winning battle against a hamburger. A bandanna-wearing female coordinator, sighting at the sight of her friend, was eating rice with assorted meat and vegetables. The third, a young breeder at the end of his teens, ate sushi. The last, a younger boy with thick glasses, only had rice balls. He looked puzzled at his friends.
"What's up, Max?" the first trainer asked with a mouth full of burger.
"Ash!" the girl slapped him on the back of the head, causing him to almost choke on his food. "Empty your mouth before you speak!"
The boy coughed, and his face slightly turned red. "Sorry, mom- I mean, May." the boy smiled sheepishly, earning him another slap.
"It's just... no, I shouldn't..." the boy quietly said.
"Come on, you can tell us. We're your friends, right?" the breeder asked.
"I know, but it's just too... horrible..." he whispered.
"Are you an undercover agent from Team Magma or Team Aqua?" Ash asked, and was slapped for the third time within half a minute.
"Quit it, Ash." she said, and turned to the other boy. "It's alright, Max. I'm your big sister, remember? You can tell me everything."
"I know, May... but I'm afraid you'll be horrified."
"You can tell us, we're your friends. And I'm your big sister, so I'll always accept you." the other men nodded.
"Okay, but don't be too scared..." Max said. He looked at the food, and then at his friends. "Where does all that meat come from?"
"Don't you know? It comes from the... from the..." Ash gave it a deep thought. "Now you talk about it, where DOES it come from?"
Max pointed at his sister's plate. "Maybe you've been eating chopped up Eevee all that time. Who knows?"
May's face lost all color. "Have I been... have I been... eating Eevee?" she let out a high-pitched scream, and fainted. She fell to the side of her chair, but Ash caught her in mid-air, preventing her to hit the ground. He pulled her back on her chair, and let her lean backwards, preventing her to fall face-down into her food.
"And what about Pikachu? Are they made into food too?" Ash imagined a large machine were Pikachu were dropped in, and rolled out as hamburgers. His face turned green.
"Excuse me..." he said, and ran away. Max then turned to Brock.
"Maybe there are special farms where they breed Pokémon for human consumption. Do you know anything about that?"
Brock turned as white as Lugia, he rolled his eyes, and fainted too. Unfortunately for him, he fell with his face in his plate.
Max looked at his sister and the fainted breeder, and at the empty chair that his friend ran away from. He shrugged. "Oh well, I warned them." he took a bite out of one of his rice balls. "Man, these are great. I wonder what they put in them..."
Think about it, where DOES it come from? Put it inside the review if you know! Also, please R&R my other story. See ya later!