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The Chains of Friendship
Clutching the Pokeball containing his electrical friend, Ash dashed out the door to his parent's home as he hastily shoved the ball into his pocket. Huddled over and stumbling, he tried to get his mind to think normally. It was busy racing around with dire thoughts, hopes and schemes if the worst should happen. His breath catching in his throat and stumbling, the young trainer finally reached his destination. Professor Oakes.
"Yea…I like that, baby…" The professor was sitting at his computer in a bath robe that was trailing open when several loud bangs at his door caused him to jump with a start. Oakes hurriedly threw open a drawer to his desk and with one sweep of his hand, slid the dubious bottles littering his desk into the drawer.
Grumbling about interruptions and being busy, he ambled over to the door while tying up his robe and wiping his hands on the outside. Reaching out a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand to the door, he had barely opened it when Ash flew in and bowled him over.
"ASH! It's not time for my massage yet, what's going on?" Oakes took in the disheveled state of the boy and noticed his frantic eyes shifting this way and that.
Sobbing, Ash managed to get out the story of the Rattata and his concerns for Pikachu.
"Hmmm, I will let you know now, lad. If it is rabies I'll have to grab my shot gun and put poor Pikachu out of his misery," chuckling, he placed a hand on Ash's shoulder and held out the other one to receive the Pokeball Ash had firmly held in his hand.
"NOOOO!!!" Tearing away from the elderly man, Ash scrambled back out the door, trying hard not to let the tears pooling up in his eyes blind him. What can I do to save you, my best friend?! I never want you to die! He thought as people jumped out of his way as Ash blindly ran on.