9. Horror Piplup's story
Pride.
Pinplup was full of it and he would always be standing tall and be proud of what he was and what he did. He wasn't so strong as the rest of his kind, but he would not let that keep him down.
He was given to a young trainer who was only starting his journey and was full of excitement. Piplup was happy that he was chosen even though his status was lower than it should, but the owner wnated to give it a change. He would train the Piplup carefully; it was slow, but the trainer wanted the best for the Piplup.
One day, as the two were walking in the town, they spotted a familiar boy and a girl. They were the other beginners in the boy's village who had gone with choosing Turtwig and Chimchar. The boy greeted the two cheerfully, receiving amused snorts. "You still have that pathetic pokémon?" "I'm surprised it's still alive." "I bet it's been tedious battling with trainers." "What, can that pokémon battle?" They laughed, making the boy upset. Pinplup looked at his friend in sorrow, not knowing what to do.
When they leaved the town, the boy looked at the Pinplup with an extremely serious face. "We'll show those two! You'll be the strongest pokémon in the world and they're going to turn white when they see you!" Pinplup squealed, looking at his owner with the same serious face, both of them keeping up with their training. It was slow as ever and both of them got very tired by the evening. They rested near a river and Piplup gazed at the water sadly. He felt like he had failed.
The next day as they were beginning to train again, the two trainers arrived once again. "Hey, we want to battle with you." "Yeah, us two versus you."
The boy gasped. "It's supposed to be one on one!"
"Who the hell cares." "Exactly."
The boy looked at his Piplup in worry, but he slapped his chest and walked forward. "Piplup, don't!" But the Piplup did not listen. The boy swallowed, knowing that this could not be avoided. "Fine! I'll fight too!"
"Are you nuts?" "Humans can't fight!"
"Who the hell cares." He snapped, readying himself. "Give it to me." Sure enough, the other boy sent his Chimchar after him and sending fire flying around. The boy wasn't able to avoid it that easily and soon enough got hit by it, receiving rather bad looking burns. "Shit!"
Piplup became angry. No, he was furious. His trainer was hurt.
He would not tolerate that.
He raised his small arms and looked up into the skies. His gaze became hazy and emotionless as the dark clouds surrounded them all.
"What is this?!" "Is it Rain Dance?!" "That's not too strong of an attack!" "True! Turtwig, attack!"
But Piplup wasn't attacked. Both Turtwig and Chimchar were afraid. Tears were flowing down Piplup's eyes, red colour mixed in it. All four began to scream loudly and hold themselves tightly, suffering from wild pain.
The boy walked over to Piplup and watched the four suffer. He noticed that Piplup had the dots on his stomach gloving red and raindrops fell on the ground. They were red coloured and the boy knew exactly where it came from.
He chuckled as he crouched down and placed his hand on Piplup's head. "Good boy, Piplup. Good boy." He smiled, receiving a happy squeal from his pokémon. "Let's go train." He grinned and the two left the corpses of the two humans and the two pokémons for others to find and clear out.