Chapter 2: Nap Densetsu

All Pikachu wanted to do was to sleep.

The trouble, however, started earlier than the yellow electric rodent Pokemon had planned. Though Pikachu initially planned on going down to the surface of Terra via telepods in order to enjoy a warm nap under the shade of a tree in the midst of a warm afternoon sun, he soon learned in his mousy dismay that the telepods were broken. As was the case, the telepods have blown a fuse after having teleported Mr. Game and Watch down to the surface of Terra. (Mr. Game and Watch, by and by, went down the surface of Terra to entertain the children of one of the local towns with his various tricks and antics.) Despite being perplexed by the rather strange and acrimonious interaction between the flat resident of Flatland and the teleporter, the maintinence staff went to work to fix the teleporters, though, they estimate that it would take a day to complete the reconstruction of the components and the repairs of the telepod. Miffed at being told the news, Pikachu decided that he would get his nap, no matter what, on board the space station.

Pikachu made his way through the lighted corridors, occasionally passing by staff members as well as people from other worlds. Making a beeline for the quarters area, Pikachu started a faster scamper for the quarters that was designed for him. But as he made his way to the door, he found out, to his dismay, that it was locked! Pikachu looked at the closed door, engraved with the Pokeball symbol, with a mix of frustrataion and confusion crossing his mousy face.

"Name. Identification. Please" an electronic voice asked nearby Pikachu.

"PIKA!" shouted Pikachu in surprise at the sound of the voice. Taking a defensive posture, Pikachu's red cheeks started to spark with electricity skipping out at intervals, whist he looked around.

"Name. Identification. Please." the electronic voice asked again politely.

Pikachu just then realized that the source of the voice came from a small terminal next to the door. Cautiously, Pikachu crept closer to the terminal, waiting to make sure that it would not leap out and attack. Surprise and shock gave way to curiousity over the device as Pikachu came closer to it. Crawling up to the terminal, Pikachu sniffed at the terminal, wondering what it was.

"Name. Identification. Please." the electronic voice repeated.

"Pika-pika?" muttered Pikachu at the strange request of the machine. As if in response to what Pikachu had said, the terminal beeped and replied.

"Name. Identification. Incorrect." the terminal spat out. "Please. Try. Again."

Pikachu looked at the machine in amazement, then replied, "Piiii?"

"Name. Identification. Incorrect." the terminal spat out. "Please. Try. Again."

"Pika! Pika-pi-pi-Pikachu-pi! Pika-Pika!" protested the yellow Pokemon. "Pika-pi-pi-Pikachu!!" shouted the electric rodent as he started to pound, futilely, against the terminal in an effort to convince it that he really is who he really is.

"Name. Identification. Incorrect." the terminal spat out. "Please. Try. Again."

A mix of shock and anger roiled through the electric rodent, as if it was saying that the way he said his name was not to the terminal's liking. Just as Pikachu was about to say something else, Pikachu espied a man in khaki's, a striped shirt, and a loose fitting lab coat walking down the corridor. Recognizing the man as Professor Elm, Pikachu started scampering to the individual.

"Pika Pika!" said Pikachu as he reached the professor. Professor Elm looked around for a moment in confusion before taking a look down. Upon seeing Pikachu's face, his face lighted up and he bent down to Pikachu's height.

"Why, if it isn't Pikachu!" the professor exclaimed, "Well, how are you doing?"

"Pi pika pika pi" said Pikachu as he gestured to the small terminal.

"Ah yes, the terminal...well that was installed very recently...heh heh...they were just finished with that and they were hoping to tell everyone that the terminals were installed fairly recently. Unfortunately" Professor Elm rose up, scratching his head, "something got lost in the announcements or on the bullitens." He looked down at Pikachu. "You happened to catch it, by the way, did you?"

Pikachu frowned and crossed his little mousy arms to express the annoyance he felt.

"My bad, my bad, I remember you cannot read" Professor Elm laughed sheepishly, "er, can you?"

"Pi" sighed Pikachu as he shook his head in disappointment.

"Hmm...well, what you need to do is to say your name out loud once and clearly and it will open it for you." said Professor Elm as he and Pikachu made their way to the terminal. "Why not give it another shot?"

"Pi" said Pikachu in agreement. Turning toward the terminal, Pikachu took a breath and said, "Pikachu."

The terminal beeped and hummed, then said, "Name. Identification. Verified."

"Wonderful, Pikachu," said Professor Elm at the happy Pokemon. "It seems that you have managed to open the..er..the...hmm" The professor glanced at the door that was still closed. "I wonder, what is wrong." muttered Professor Elm as he bent to take a look at the terminal along with Pikachu. Just then...

"Punch. In. The. Five. Digit. Code. Please" garbled the electronic voice as it extended a keypad for use.

Both Professor Elm and Pikachu stood there, stunned in silence, staring at the keypad as if it was an offending piece of literature or a disgusting piece of slime that one picked up from the sea. For a moment the two stood there, looking.

"Ah!" the Professor snapped in surprise, "There needed to be a digit code as well! Heh heh...why didn't I remember tha-uh, Pikachu?" The Professor looked down the angered Pokemon. Realization crossed his eyes and forced him to back pedel away from Pikachu.

"Er...now, now, Pikachu, don't do anything of that sort of madness...eh heh..." the Professor said, slightly lamely.

"Pi-pi?" The angry rodent responded to the Professor before turning to the terminal. "PIIII! KAAAA! CHHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!" the Pokemon yelled before sending in massive amounts of electricity into the terminal. The few passerbys in the corridor who happened to chance upon the scene made for a mad dash away from the angered Pokemon while electricity danced and surged around the air, crackling and producing a smell of ozone within the air. The bolts of lightning flew around and about before the terminal in front of Pikachu exploded.

"PIKA-PI!!" shouted the surprised rodent as he flew out into the air from the explosion. Anticipating the floor, Pikachu closed his eyes, awaiting the hard landing. To Pikachu's surprise, he landed on something soft and warm, sufficient to break his fall. Opening his eyes slowly, Pikachu turned to see that, to his dismay, he landed upon Professor Elm...or rather, the shocked body of Professor Elm, charred by the lightning, with the sheepish grin paralyzed on his face.

"Pi..." Pikachu said, embarressed and apologetic at shocking the professor. Taking a look around, Pikachu slowly moved away from the shocked professor before going all out on a quick run away from the scene, shouting "PiKAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa!!"

For a moment, after Pikachu's voice faded, there was silence. Then, came a sound of a WOOSH as the doors to Pikachu's quarters opened.

"W-w-wel-lllll-ccc-cc-c-cccommmeeee-" garbled the scrambled electronic voice before it faded as it powered down.