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Chapter 2
"It wasn't that I have good skills," Andy chats on Skype as he builds a Minecraft house, "It's that I'm a natural at this."
"How are you a natural at this?" asked the server administrator.
"I don't know. I usually see it, then I build it. Comes to me in dreams sometimes."
"So you spent 8 hours straight 3 days ago on my server just to build a massive highway near spawn."
That was no question.
"I had the resources." said Andy.
"I'm still assuming you hacked the terminal to give yourself materials," said the server admin, "There's no way you could have built a wind farm in the ocean in half a day."
Andy groaned, "Hey, I mined all that Iron ore myself. It took me weeks to get all that iron!"
The server admin sighed, "And so I found evidence to back you up anyway, that mine under your base is 10,000 square meters larger than your house. You sell all that useless crap on the market?"
"I store some of it elsewhere."
"Elsewhere?"
"I made special caches here and there."
"Smart of you, you're lucky I have an anti x-ray plugin installed on this server."
Andy added the lost few blocks to his house. He stepped back and marveled at the finished work, "There, all done."
His golden 50 meter high palace was a beauty. It had fountains, big windows, and huge arches spanning the doorways. A seemingly endless row of hedges is also something to be proud of, it took a week just to make the yard alone.
"Now all I have to do is get it-"
Andy stopped short and noticed someone approaching his house, he approached the other player and got in close enough to read his gamer tag, "Grassy_Knoll," he said to himself, then he asked the server admin, "Is he new?"
"I think so." the admin replied.
"Grassy sneaked into the house, when Andy followed him inside he saw the newbie placing a row of TNT blocks in the hallway. Andy immediately crapped himself.
"Oh no, a griefer!"
"I don't care," the server admin grunted, "Griefing's allowed on this server."
"And was flabbergasted, "What!?"
"You heard me."
Grassy soon noticed Andy's approach, the griefer whipped out a pair of flint & steel and smacked a few TNT blocks. The blocks bounced and turned bright white.
"Oh crap!" Andy cried, he rushed to his armory to fetch his diamond sword.
. . .
Tesla moaned as he laid on the floor, surrounded by his own mess. Empty wrappers and cartons littered the floor, some were tossed up onto the counter and used plates were crammed into the sink. It took him a while, but he managed to clean out half the pantry and a quarter of the fridge. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan as its blades spun around and around. Amazed at the hypnotizing effect it displayed.
He placed a hand on his distended belly and belched, Tesla hadn't had a meal like that since . . . 2 days ago.
"I'm such a Munchlax," he chuckled, "Well, I best waste no time. The humans might be back soon enough."
Tesla sat up and flopped over, letting out an omph when getting on his belly. He got on all fours and walked out of the kitchen. Again he kept his ears up, listening for any suspicious noise. He crept his way towards the bathroom, Tesla walked in and jumped on the toilet seat to jump on the sink. The old Pikachu flipped the light switch and the bathroom lit up. When he saw himself in the mirror he saw how relaxed he was, "Whose that handsome ass in the mirror?" he asked himself.
He noticed there was a medicine cabinet fixed to the wall, Tesla opened its door and looked inside. There was a vial of Healing Powder, a toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste sitting in the shelves. Tesla stared at the Healing Powder for a moment, then remembered the Scraggy derping outside, "She'll might need that," Tesla thought out loud, "But there's something I need to take care of first."
Tesla grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste, he added a pea-sized amount to the brush head then started brushing his teeth. He couldn't believe how rotten they were, from years of abuse. Then again, the Mouse Pokémon mouth contained a lot of nasty bacteria. Surprising that some of them rotted his teeth, or that was something else entirely. Tesla was too mellow to care anymore, all he cared was cleaning what was left.
After two minutes of brushing, Tesla spat out the paste and washed the toothbrush before putting it back. He then grabbed the Healing Powder and jumped down from the sink, "Now to get out of here."
Tesla walked on his hind legs towards one of the side windows, he opened up one of them and slipped right through. Once back outside, Tesla stuck his head out into the street and checked for any humans. Still nobody with curious eyes. The Scraggy was still there, the Shedding Pokémon hadn't moved. She was still sitting there, resting her back against the door with lazy eyes. Clutching the Healing Powder in his hands, Tesla rushed over to the Scraggy.
"Here," said Tesla, "I got you something.
"Scrag." Scraggy muttered. Thanks.
Tesla opened up the vial and smelt it, "Seems potent enough, now how does this work again?"
The old Pikachu got the Scraggy on her back and pried her jaw open, Tesla dumped the powder into her mouth until it was full. When he shut the Scraggy's mouth, she gulped it down and coughed. The Shedding Pokémon sat up and took a deep breath, she stuck her tongue out in disgust, "Scrag!" she coughed. Yuck!
"Feeling better now, Scraggy?" Tesla asked.
Scraggy glared at Tesla, using Leer again. The old Pikachu wasn't fazed, eventually the Scraggy's eyes softened and nodded, "Scraggy, Scrag." she muttered. Yes, rodent.
"I best go put this back where I found it," said Tesla, "Take care of yourself."
"Scrag." Okay.
As Tesla walked back to the house, he heard the Scraggy say behind his back, "Scraggy Scraggy Scrag, Scraggy Scraggy?" He seems familiar, had I seen his picture before?
Tesla crawled through the window and back into the house, he head over to the bathroom and put the Healing Powder back into the cabinet, "Now to get out of this suburb before them humans figure out what I'd done."
Just when Tesla made a step, his foot slipped and went into the sink. He hit his crotch on the edge of the counter and flipped before landing on the floor with a thud.
. . .
Andy's ears perked, he pulled off his headphones and glance over towards the door, "What was that?" he asked himself.
That didn't sound right, since he didn't hear or felt the garage opening up then there was no chance that was his mom. Andy assumed it was a home invasion, it could be the 3rd one this week in the neighborhood. He quickly shut off his computer, he got up and opened up his closet. He walked in and reached for his crossbow.
. . .
"Ah huh huh!" Tesla winced as he clutched his crotch.
He laid on the floor for a moment and waited for the pain to subside, Tesla swore under his breath in both human and Pokémon speech. The old Pikachu felt the pain spreading to his lower belly and thighs, he squeezed his eyes as he pulled himself back up, "Just shake it off, Tesla." he told himself.
Tesla shook his legs and tail then jumped up and down. It had some effect, but it still hurt badly. He bite down on his teeth and breathed through the spaces, the old Pikachu felt like he had to let it out all at once, "SH*T!"
He wondered out back into the living room towards the open window, waddling as he go. Tesla jumped onto the window sill and took a deep breath, "Damn." he muttered to himself.
"What the douse!?"
Tesla jumped and spun around, and there stand a human pointing a military-style crossbow at him, "Damn stray Pokémon!" he swore.
Oh sh*t! Tesla felt a stab of fright drove itself deep into his chest.
Without thinking twice Tesla leaped through the window, he felt the crossbow bolt whizzed passed his tail as he landed back out into the yard. As he ran out to the street he looked back and saw the guy come following him through the window, loading another bolt into his crossbow. Tesla picked up the pace, but couldn't go any faster. That was the consequence for having a full stomach.
The Scraggy watched the entire show. She didn't do anything to help, she just sat there and enjoyed the scene as it unfolds. Tesla thought she was laughing a bit, but there wasn't anything funny about being shot at...
Unless it happened to someone else.
Some help she provide. Tesla thought.
As he sped down the sidewalk, the Snivy he caught in its "private moment" earlier stepped out of one of the houses. It staggered out as it let out a yawn. He walked down the driveway towards the house's mailbox, not expecting anything particular to happen. Before the Grass Snake Pokemon could even set his foot on the sidewalk, Tesla zipped by like lightning. His momentum caused the Snivy to spin around, then flop on his back.
A second later, a crossbow bolt flied out and stabbed him in the hip.
The screaming caused Tesla to look back, he saw the Snivy screaming in pain with a crossbow bolt in his hip. The crossbowman grabbed the bolt as he ran by and ripped it out of the Snivy's leg, "Snivy!" the Grass Snake Pokémon yelped.
Tesla kept running, he looked around for anything he could use for an escape. He saw it, a hole kicked in through the fence. The old Pikachu sped towards it and squeezed through, just as another crossbow bolt shoot passed him and embedded itself into the privacy fence.
Out of the suburb, Tesla thought, Now all I have to do is disappear.
Tesla ran straight into the forest and blundered through the vegetation, he squeezed through several bushes and disappeared into the foilage.
. . .
Andy ran out of the suburb and looked around, the Pikachu was nowhere in sight. He groaned, the little pest had slipped past his grasp.
"I need to go back into the range." he said to himself.
Well, the Pikachu probably learned his lesson. He won't be coming back anytime soon.
"I best clean up the mess before Mom finds out," Andy thought out loud, "No way I can explain to her about this."
As Andy head back to his house, his eyes went big. His Mom just pulled up into the driveway, "Sh*t." he mumbled under his breath.
. . .
Scraggy managed to pull the Snivy to safety after Andy zipped by, she dragged him to the back of her trainer's house and into the kitchen. The Snivy moaned in pain on the floor as Scraggy got out the first aid kit, he struggled to keep pressure on the wound as it bled onto the floor.
The Shedding Pokémon had done this before, she looked at the wound and saw there was minimal bleeding. No major blood vessel was severed. Scraggy simply dumped some Hydrogen Peroxide on the wood, the Snivy yelped from the stinging pain as the wound became white with foam. Scraggy then pulled out a roll of gauze, she added a pad over the wound before wrapping it in place.
"Scraggy, Scrag." said Scraggy. Bad timing, Snivy.
"Sniv." he muttered. Yup.
Scraggy tapped the bandages in place and the wound was patched up, "Scraggy Scraggy?" Can you walk on that?
Snivy tried to take a step, his leg buckled but he managed to not collapse under his weight, "Snivy." Barely.
The Grass Snake Pokémon placed a hand on his neighbor's shoulder, "Snivy, Snivy. Snivy Snivy Sniv." Thanks, Scraggy. I've always liked you.
Scraggy smiled through her sneer, "Your welcome."
The two eyed each other for a moment, gazing each other with interest. Something lit up in Scraggy's solid skull, she may be on to something here.
"Snivy Sniv," said Snivy, "Snivy Snivy." I need to go, I gotta get back home.
Snivy tried to walk, but his leg defeated him. He was about to drop to the floor until Scraggy caught him in time, "Scraggy Scrag," said Scraggy, "Scraggy Scraggy." Let me help, I'll take you back home.
The Grass Snake Pokémon nodded and smiled, "Snivy." Thanks.
. . .
After blundering through the trees for 10 minutes, Tesla got back onto the main road. He took his time getting his bearings, the old Pikachu checked the sun's position in the sky then the road signs. He saw that he was heading in the right direction.
"Okay," Tesla thought out loud, "Time to move on, before the humans get a posse on me."
The old Pikachu got up on his hind legs and walked off, leaving behind a suburb who bore his mark. The next time Tesla goes raiding a human community, he hoped it would be more clean and thorough next time.
"Hopefully." he muttered to himself.
THE END!