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Is There a Doctor by the Campsite?
Chapter 1: Dangerous Camping
There was a campsite on the mountainside. On that cliff, a pot of stew was boiling, where a young tanned man in a green shirt and brown vest was stirring. His brunette hair was shaped like a 2-D spike pit in Mario games. By him was a pink cute egg-shaped creature, with what appeared to be red pants, and an egg in those pants. It was anxious to have that stew. "Settle down, Happiny," the young man tried to calm the round creature. "It's almost done." The Happiny was anxious to have some of that stew. Who could blame it? It looked scrumptious to have. That's when he shot a look over to a table, where another young man was setting the plates. He had whiter skin than the one at the pot. He, also, had a red cap, designed with a black front and a pair of blue half circles on it. He wore a white t-shirt under a black, sleeveless jacket, and a pair of jeans. With him, was a yellow mouse, with a lightning-shaped tail. They just set the spoons down, ready for the food.
"Table's set, Brock," he called out. Brock, the one with Happiny, saw the second youngster, glad that he got preparations done.
"Thanks, Ash." That's when a girl walked into the scene, with a baby blue penguin. The blue-haired girl was wearing a black tank top shirt, with a pink skirt, and pink boots. She was also carrying a couple jugs.
"I got the water!" she announced. Hearing the girl, the boys turned to her, glad that she got the water.
"Good work, Dawn," Ash greeted. Dawn got to the table, and placed the watered jugs on the grass. She, then, proceeded to wipe her forehead clean of sweat. It must've been quite a workout to get the jugs up there.
"Next time, Ash, you're getting the water, and me, set the table." Seeing how flustered and exhausted Dawn was, Ash couldn't help but nervously scratch the back of his neck.
"O-of course." Brock wanted to get everyone's attention, and what better way to do it, than food. The stew was ready to be devoured.
"Dinner's ready," he called. The stomachs on everyone were growling, so some food was necessary to dwell the hungering beast. As they were dining, Ash was observing Dawn's penguin and his mouse eating together. Why did that catch his attention?
"Dawn, I've noticed that you've kept Piplup outside, more and more often. Any specific reason?" Ash was curious about Dawn's responsibility to her Piplup, but Dawn didn't seem to keep track of what she was doing...at least, to Ash's eyes.
"Well, I like having Piplup out, since you like to have Pikachu out, as well, and Brock, with his Happiny," she clarified. It was an understandable reason, but Ash was rather concerned about that. There was a logical briefing to it.
"Well, Pikachu doesn't like to be in its Pokéball, and I can't to anything about it. It's Team Rocket, I'd be watching out for." Those guys that try to take Pokémon from everyone? Well, what about Brock?
"And besides," he voiced. "Happiny is still a baby, albeit, unusually strong for her size." Happiny was mega-strong? Well, she, Pikachu and Piplup were enjoying a nice meal of Brock very own. The meal had taken an hour to be fully consumed. There wasn't a splash of stew left in the pot.
"I'll clean up," Ash volunteered. The two agreed to that, and proceeded to set up a tent, while Ash did the cleaning. The sun was just about gone from the horizon, as Ash was doing something in some tall grass, near the rocky cliff side. He was in a white tee shirt, no vest. Suddenly, Pikachu and Happiny came to Ash, holding a storage device of some sort. Ash saw that, seemingly happy to see it. "Thanks, guys." Whatever he was doing, seemed important to this story. No details to reveal, yet. Dawn got out of a large tent, trying to get Ash's attention.
"How long are you gonna be out there?" she questioned. On cue, Ash got up, and turned to the tent, and Dawn.
"I'm coming." Ash and the Pokémon entered the tent, as a tiny red light was faintly shimmering from the tall grass. Hours had passed, mostly, because the moon was directly over the mountainside. Everyone in the tent was dead asleep...unless you were Ash. He seemed restless. As he rose from his sleeping bag, and stumbled out of the tent, he walked out to the side of the cliff, seeing a sea of trees, that appeared to span endlessly through the lands, beneath his feet. For a few minutes, all he could do was watch the swaying trees, moving with the pushing of a gentle breeze. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. Ash turned to the sound. Was it team Rocket? All that was there,was someone, who looked around Ash's sized, with a larger figure, by the first. There was nothing that could help with knowing who or what it was. The smaller silhouette made a signal that made the larger silhouette race at Ash...with sparks crackling from it's arm. Before Ash could make a reaction, the sparking fist landed on Ash's chest...with gusto. It was some powerful blow. So powerful, Ash was sent over the edge. As the figures looked on, seeing Ash vanish from cliff side, Ash was feeling no air in his lungs. He was falling, and he could do nothing. He couldn't scream for help. He couldn't get his Pokémon to help. He was falling, and he was helpless. He disappeared into the sea of trees, and the two silhouettes walked away from the camp, satisfied of what they did. What were they there for, and what was their purpose? No Pokémon were taken from the campsite. Ash laid on the grass, beneath the trees...unconscious. Was he...dead?
TO BE CONTINUED...