Chapter 4:
*This chapter was inspired by the Pokémon fan's theory of Pikachu's love for ketchup. I hope you enjoy it.*
The next day, Ash and Pikachu hung out as usual, and had some fun. They talked, played, and Ash also tried to understand some of Pikachu's Pokémon speaking. Overall, the day was great. That is, until after dinner.
After the kitchen was cleaned after dinner, the only thing that was left to put away was the ketchup bottle. Ash's mom was doing chores, Ash was in his bedroom, and Pikachu was in the kitchen.
Pikachu jumped up onto the table as he stared at the red bottle. Pikachu had never tasted ketchup before, and he wondered if it was good or not. Pikachu looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and after seeing that nobody was around, Pikachu opened up the small lid on the top of the bottle, squeezed the bottle, and licked the red stuff inside. Suddenly, Pikachu's eyes were lit up with amazement, and there was a smile on his face.
"Pikaaaa," Pikachu said, as he continued to lick the ketchup from the bottle, and savor the delicious taste. The ketchup tasted like a long-lost friend that Pikachu had just met. Pikachu loved the taste of ketchup. Pikachu liked it so much, that he started to hug the ketchup bottle. It was his new best friend.
Suddenly, Pikachu heard footsteps. Thinking fast, Pikachu closed the lid, and went to put the ketchup bottle where it belonged. Pikachu just finished putting it away when Ash came walking into the kitchen.
"Hi Pikachu. What are you doing?" Ash asked the furry, yellow Pokémon.
"Pika pika. Pika pi pika," Pikachu replied as he tried to explain that he put the ketchup away in the kitchen. Ash understood, and for the rest of the night, the two friends played together.
That night, as Ash and Pikachu went to bed, Pikachu dreamed about tasting the ketchup, and about his new favorite food that was also his new best friend.