Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight nor Pokemon
Edward Cullen was walking quietly around the forest outside his home when he happened across a yellow mouse. He, at first, dismissed it, and then he realized that it was rather large for a mouse. He glanced at it again and noticed that said overgrown mouse was staring at him. His eyebrows scrunched together in a scowl, but the mouse took no notice. Edward sighed and walked away, but the mouse followed him.
Feeling extremely stupid about the whole thing, he again looked at the mouse.
"What?" He asked it.
"Pika!" It replied, "Pikachu!"
Edward stared. He was certain that mice were not supposed to talk.
"Pika!" It said again.
"Is that all you're going to say?" Edward asked
"Pika?" It replied, tilting its head.
Edward rolled his eyes and went back to the house.
"Pika! Pikachu," The mouse said, hopping onto his shoulder. This was one persistent… creature.
"Alright, fine. Come in the house. Just don't touch anything," Edward said, wondering to himself why he was going along with what the mouse wanted. He opened the door and the mouse jumped off his shoulder and onto the couch.
"Chu! Pika?" He asked, looking at Edward.
"What?" Edward replied, scowling again.
"Pikaaa," it said, frowning.
"You know I can't understand a word you're saying," Edward told it.
The mouse suddenly got an evil glint in its eye and Edward was actually slightly worried. The mouse ran – scampered? – over to the grandfather clock. He looked at Edward again and back at the grandfather clock.
"Pikaa…" It said, sparks coming out from his cheeks. Now Edward KNEW he should be worried, "CHUUU!" and he blew up the grandfather clock with lightning.
Edward stared, mouth agape.
He had his doubts before, but now he was positive that this… thing was not normal. Mice were not supposed to be this large, not supposed to be yellow, not supposed to talk and, most of all, not supposed to shoot lightening from their cheeks.
It was unfortunate for him that Carlisle just-so-happened to walk into the room at this precise moment.
"Look what Bella bought us! A WOODEN BOX!" He said happily, setting it down on the table. It was not, in fact, a wooden box, but a TV.
Carlisle then noticed the grandfather-clock-that-was-blown-to-smithereens.
"Edward, what happened to the clock?" He asked.
"It… got blown up," Edward said truthfully.
"By what?"
Edward hesitated.
"A mouse,"
I am quite aware that Carlisle and Edward are slightly OOC. They're supposed to be. This IS a Pokemon crossover, after all. :D
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