And here's today's surprise. A two chapter update this week. This twelve page chapter took me one day to write on Friday, so I thought I'd share it early. Hope you enjoy it.
An Unpleasant Second Appearance
In Viridian City, Officer Jenny was just finishing a city-wide announcement that a gang of mysterious Pokémon thieves had been spotted in the local vicinity, and for everybody to keep an eye out for any suspicious characters. Just as she was ending the announcement, she spotted someone pelting up the road towards the city, holding – what looked to be – a Pokémon in their arms. Speaking of suspicious… she put down her tannoy receiver, and made her out of the police station to intercept.
Ash was now getting concerned. Pikachu looked to be getting weaker, as he was now falling asleep in his arms. He had to get to Pokémon Centre and stat. Suddenly, however…
"Hold it." Someone grabbed the back of his shirt collar, pulling him back a little rougher than comfortable. "Where do you think you're going with that Pokémon?" The blue haired officer challenged him. Ash span round from her grip to confront her.
"It's my Pokémon!" He bit back. "And I need to get him to the Pokémon Centre, and fast." Jenny looked down into the boys arms inspect the Pokémon. It was pretty battered and bruised. There were a handful of grazes on its small body frame, and a cut or two on its little face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you might be a Pokémon thief stealing the little thing." She looked up from the injured Pikachu, and back to the child who was cradling him. "Well, if you're really a Pokémon trainer, all I need is to see your identification, and I can send you on your way."
"Identification?" Ash thought about what he could do to show he was a trainer. "I'm afraid I haven't got any direct form of identification."
"No ID? Well, this is going to be a problem."
"But… I'm from Pallet Town, so you could probably call…"
"You know, you're the fourth person I've seen today from Pallet Town."
"Fourth? So that means Gary's been through." Ash thought, smiling at the thought. Gary never did hang around too long in one place.
"You know, it odd to see a trainer that carries their Pokémon in their arms, rather than in a pokéball." Officer Jenny said, suddenly realising Pikachu wasn't captive to a ball. "How do I know you didn't steal this Pikachu?" She asked again, teasing more than accusing this time.
"Please, officer." Ash begged. "I'd never steal a Pokémon. I promise." Suddenly, something in Ash's pocket caught Jenny's eye.
"Hey, what's that in your pocket?" She asked him. Ash looked down at the pocket of his waistcoat, and saw his pokédex poking out. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He pulled the device from his pocket, and presented it to the officer.
"Oh. My pokédex. Does that count as my ID?" Jenny's eyes lit up at the sight of the electronic box. She snatched it from Ash's hands, exclaiming.
"There we go. This will solve our problem." She opened the pokédex, and started pressing a sequence of buttons, then handed the device back to Ash. The machine beeped, and blinked up an image of Ash on its screen.
"My name is Dexter." The device introduced itself in it tinny voice. "I am registered to the trainer Ashton R. Ketchum-Oak. My purpose is to provide Ash with information on Pokémon behaviours and characteristics. If lost, I cannot be replaced." Ash stared at the screen, slightly surprised by the fact that his pokédex was his ID. He hadn't been aware of that.
"Oh. So my pokédex acts as my ID."
"Well now that that's taken care of, we have to get you and your Pikachu to the Pokémon Centre, and pronto." Officer Jenny said, leading Ash to the police garage.
The garage door opened to reveal Jenny mounted up on her police motorcycle, and Ash sat next to her in the sidecar.
"Sit back, hold tight, and don't yell." The officer instructed, and revved the accelerator, causing the bike to roar away in a cloud of tire smoke. Little did the occupants of the bike realise the girl who got caught in the back draft of the smoke, choking and hacking in the dark fumes. When the smoke cleared, the girl was revealed to be the redhead Ash borrowed the bike from, which she was now carrying on her shoulders.
"Hey! What's the big idea? Get back here!" She shouted, sprinting off in hot pursuit of the vehicle.
The Pokémon Centre started to come into view as Jenny drove up the main road of the city.
"There's the Pokémon Centre." She informed her passenger.
"It's huge." Ash noted. Soon, they were yards away from the main doors.
"This is tricky, so hold on tight." The officer warned him. To Ash's shock and amazement, she didn't so much a look at the brake as she drove her motorbike up the steps to the Pokémon Centre, sending the bike flying through the air, and sliding through the automatic doors – which only just opened in time to let the bike through without getting shattered. The bike flew through the lobby of the Pokémon centre, and skidded to a halt at the front desk. The Nurse Joy behind the desk was… less than impressed at this display.
"Excuse me, but we do have a driveway, you know." She chastised the officer in front of her. She was always doing this. Barging in with a flurry of noise and flamboyance on that flipping bike. And what was it about that that made her heart flutter so much?
"Sorry, Joy. But we have a Pokémon emergency on our hands." Jenny said in response, nodding her head towards Ash for emphasis.
"Please help my Pokémon." He requested, holding Pikachu out towards the nurse.
"Looks like a Pikachu." Joy muttered. She flicked a switch on her communication system to the rest of the medical staff, and started typing data into her computer at the desk. "I need a stretcher for a small electric type Pokémon, and fast." She reported. Soon, two Chansey appeared, wheeling in a small stretcher. They wheeled the bed over to Ash, who placed the weakened mouse onto it. "Your Pikachu will be just fine." Joy reassured Ash, as the Chansey rolled the stretcher through a pair of white doors into the operating theatre. "You're lucky you got it here in time."
"Please. If there's anything I can do to help my Pikachu, please tell me what to do." Ash asked the nurse. He felt awful for the condition Pikachu was in right now.
"And who are you?" Nurse Joy inquired.
"His name's Ash, and he's Pikachu's trainer." Jenny informed her.
"I'll do anything to help Pikachu. Anything at all." Ash repeated himself.
"You could be more responsible in the future, young man." Joy chided him, causing Ash to stumble in shock at her words. "You should know, as a trainer, when to stop pushing your Pokémon so hard in battle." Ash couldn't believe he was hearing this. This nurse was accusing him of causing this pain to Pikachu.
"But, wait. I didn't make Pikachu battle. I was trying to get him away from those Spearow, but they were too violent."
"Well, what's past is past. Right now, I have a patient in that operative theatre, so I must get started with the treatment right away." Jenny gave a salute.
"It's in your hands, Joy. I know you'll give it excellent care."
"Well, you got Pikachu here just in time."
"That's my job. Oh my goodness…" Jenny suddenly realised. "I left my motorbike parked up by the front desk."
"Next time use the driveway." Nurse Joy giggled, giving Jenny a cheeky wink. The officer, embarrassedly, sidled away to her bike, and drove it out.
"She's a cutie, that one." Joy mused. She then turned to leave for the operating theatre. "Now, Ash, you're gonna have to sit in the waiting room for your Pikachu." And behind the doors she went, leaving Ash to worry in the waiting room, with nothing to do but anticipate the results.
The wait was intolerable. If Ash didn't hear soon from Nurse Joy that Pikachu was OK, he was sure he'd lose his head with worry. As his eyes wandered aimlessly around the lobby, they fell upon a line of videophones lined up against the far wall.
"I think I'll call home, to pass the time." Ash concluded to himself. He sat down at one of the screens, and dialled in the number for the professor. After a short ringing period, the screen blinked into life, and Professor Oak's face showed up on the screen. Upon seeing Ash's face looking back at him, the professor beamed in delight.
"Ah. Ash, my boy." He greeted, chummily. "Nice to hear from you. Where are you calling from?"
"I'm in Viridian City, Gramps." Ash replied, rather gloomily, still thinking about Pikachu. Oak, being Oak, didn't register, however, and kept being jolly.
"Viridian City, eh. You know, Gary called me from there not long ago. Said he was passing straight through, on account that the gym's closed for a while until the leader returns from some 'business affairs', as he called them."
"Yeah, that's sounds like Gary. Never likes to loiter in one place for too long." Ash said, slightly lighter, but not a great deal happier.
"Yes, I know. And Gary's already caught ten Pokémon, you know?" Oak informed Ash.
"Ten huh?" Ash couldn't help but smile for his brother/nephew's achievement. "Well… good for him."
"I must say, it's not surprise to me that you got to Viridian so quickly. If anything, I'd have thought you may have been there a tiny bit faster." Ash cringed as he remembered the assault he and Pikachu suffered at the beaks of those damn Spearow.
"But when Gary bet me that by the time you got to Viridian…" The professor continued. "…and bet me you wouldn't have a single new Pokémon on your team, I bet him a million Pokédollars to the contrary." Ash's eyes shot open at this wager.
"Gramps, don't you think that was a bit of a gamble?"
"No, no. Not at all, Ash." The professor waved the question off, dismissively. "I have full faith that you'll be able to catch many new Pokémon quickly. So… did you catch a Pokémon on your way to Viridian, Ash?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair expectantly.
"Yes. I did, Gramps." Ash said, slowly, preparing himself for an explosive response.
"Yahoo!" Professor Oak leapt from his chair, fist pumping the air in victory. "That's the way, Ash. I knew you could do it." Ash waited patiently for the hyper old man to simmer down. When he was re-settled into his chair, Ash ventured to speak again.
"By the way, Gramps…" The professor looked at Ash intently, wondering what Ash was going to say." "…on my way here, I saw a golden Pokémon flying through the sky, just outside Pallet Town. Do you know what it might've been?"
The professor leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in thought.
"Hmm… no, I don't think I can tell you, Ash. I've never heard of such a Pokémon's existence before." He replied, slightly disheartening Ash.
"Oh. OK. Well, it was nice talking to you again, Gramps." He said, thoughts of Pikachu re-entering his head.
"You too, Ash." The professor's doorbell rang. "Oh. That's my pizza. See you later, Ash." And the professor walked off screen to the door, muttering; "Mmm, yum-yum. Anchovy, spinach and pineapple pizza." And the screen cut out.
"Now I got you!" Came an angry, and vaguely familiar, voice. Ash turned to see a growling redhead girl holding a charcoaled bicycle over her shoulders.
'Aw, crud.' Ash thought, gulping nervously. The girl continued to glare at him like an Ekans eyeing up a fresh and tasty Eevee. Although he knew full well, Ash had to ask. "What happened to your bike?" He asked, playing dumb.
"What happened!" The girl erupted. "YOU happened you little loser! Look at my bike! It's toast! You're gonna pay for what you-" She didn't get to finish her sentence, as the weight of the bike suddenly overtook her, taking her down to the floor with a bang. Ash rushed to her side, and offered her a hand to help her up. She roughly batted his hand away. "I don't want your damn help!" She snapped, leaping to her feet, patting herself down. "You owe me for that bike, kid!" She shouted in his face, planting her balled fists on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I know. I'm sorry for the bike, and I'll make it up to you I promise. But I can't focus on two crises at the same time." Ash apologised.
"Don't give me lame excuses, kid." The girl warned him. Ash's eyes sunk further and further towards the floor.
"It's my Pikachu." He said, holding back a sob of guilt. The girl's face softened at this response. She'd completely forgotten the kid's weakened Pokémon.
"Is it OK?" She asked, her voice soft with shared worry.
"I hope so."
As soon as Ash said this, the red light over the doors to the Pokémon Centre operating theatres opened, and Nurse Joy came in with her Chansey wheeling in Pikachu's stretcher. Ash and the girl rushed over to the stretcher, and inspected his current state. The mouse looked fairly rested, and had visibly fewer bruises. A light bulb was wired to his head with a special headband.
"Your Pikachu is doing just fine now, Ash." Nurse Joy smiled. "You were lucky you got it here so soon."
"Thank you, Nurse Joy." Ash thanked gratefully. He turned to the girl beside him with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, miss. But would it be OK if I make sure Pikachu's OK for a while, and then I'll see what I can do about repaying you for the bike later?" He requested. Although she didn't see how fair this arrangement was for her, the girl sighed and nodded, begrudgingly.
"Fine." She muttered, grumpily.
At that moment, the citywide tannoy system blared a warning signal.
"Your attention, please!" Officer Jenny's voice commanded over the noise. "Our Viridian City radar system has detected an airship belonging to a gang of Pokémon thieves! If you have any Pokémon about your possession, please exercise extreme caution." She warned.
Above the Pokémon Centre, a Meowth head balloon hovered overhead. Its occupants?… you know.
"Looks like we woke up this sleepy dump." Jessie chuckled.
"And how dare they talk as if we're criminals!" James chided the police force. "They should be welcoming Team Rocket."
"We'll teach them to respect that name." Jessie sneered.
"And when we capture all dere Pokémon, dey'll know dat I'm dat top cat!" Purred the white humanoid feline Pokémon behind them, in his awful New Jersey accent.
"We know Meowth, we know." Jessie and James moaned, sick and tired of hearing his pathetic bigheadedness. They held out a pokéball each, and allowed them to drop to the sunroof of the Pokémon Centre below.
"Go, Ekans."
"Go, Koffing. Cause confusion." They ordered. The pokéballs smashed through the glass panelling of the sunroof, and fell into the Pokémon Centre lobby, releasing their contained Pokémon. Koffing released a burst of Smokescreen, enshrouding the lobby in black fog, blinding all's' vision.
The redhead covered his mouth and nose to prevent herself inhaling the fumes, while Nurse Joy watched in shock. Ash, meanwhile, was taken aback by the events.
"What the-? What's going on?" He asked.
From within the smoke haze two human figures could be just about made out.
"Don't be frightened, little boy." A female voice mocked.
"Allow us to introduce ourselves." Came a deep, suave voice. A voice that Ash seemed to remember.
"No, it can't be…"
"To protect the world from devastation."
"To unite all peoples within our nation."
"To denounce the evils of truth and love."
"To extend our reach to the stars above."
"Jessie."
"James."
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light."
"Surrender now, or prepare to fight."
"Meowth! Dat's right!"
"You!" Ash snarled, viciously. He recognised these creeps, alright. Minus the freakish Pokémon that just… "What the-!" Ash stumbled as he realised Meowth just spoke. "That Meowth just spoke!"
"Meh. Call it a gift." Meowth crowed nonchalantly, stroking one of his whiskers in his paw. Jessie, meanwhile, was staring at Ash's face. Why did this kid look so… familiar?
There she stood, overlooking a small, bruised, bloody toddler who was weeping in agony unmentionable. She looked away, and muttered the deadly order. She didn't see the strike, but she heard the screech of pain as the child was ruthlessly struck with venomous fangs.
That's it! It's him! The little kid they supposedly, killed five years ago. But… how is he… alive?
"What are you losers doing here!" Ash demanded, hateful vengeance burning in his eyes.
"We're here to steal the Pokémon." James replied, coolly – not making the connection as quickly as Jessie had.
"You're not getting my Pikachu!" The boy hissed, positioning himself between his friend and the thieves.
"Pikachu?" James scoffed, dismissively. "We don't want your pathetic electric rat. We only seek rare and valuable Pokémon."
"Well then, you're not very good at looking." Nurse Joy said. "This Pokémon Centre is for weak and injured Pokémon."
"True." Said Jessie, supressing her worry over the presence of the 'dead' boy. "But who's to say that there aren't any primo Pokémon a trainer's taken in for treatment which is weakened and less resistant to capture?"
"You're starting to piss me off." Ash warned, clenching his fist in fury.
"Well then… let's mop up this da piss." Meowth mocked.
"Koffing, attack!" James ordered.
The poison bag Pokémon hurled itself through the air towards Ash, Nurse Joy and the girl. Ash charged right back, pulling back a fist and locking his sight on Koffing's face. To the surprise of everyone watching, Ash socked the spherical creature square in the centre of its ugly mug, sending it flying into a wall. "Koffing!" James yelled in surprise, then turned his attention back to Ash, snarling vengefully at him. "You little brat!"
"Murderous dickhead!" Ash retaliated, cracking his knuckles. James got a good look of the child's face. And then the realisation hit.
"Jess?" He turned to his partner in crime. "Is this kid…"
"Yes, James. I already made the connection." Jessie cut him off. "How the Hell are you still breathing?"
"I was luckier than my mother." Ash snarled. Jessie sneered in response.
"Well you're luck's just run out." She hissed. "Ekans! Finish the kid!" Ash's face bleached white as a sheet as the snake surged forth at him, aiming to embed its fangs into his soft flesh. He span on his heels, forced Nurse Joy and the redhead to sit on Pikachu's stretcher, and shot off down the corridors of the Pokémon Centre, narrowly avoiding Ekans' attack. Instead of striking Ash, the serpent ended up chomping down on the computer at the front desk, shattering the monitor and biting clean through the wiring.
Ash bolted down the hallway, and shoved the stretcher into a storage room where trainers' pokéballs are held until they're collected. As soon as he got the door closed and locked, the lights cut out.
"Looks like they cut the power." Nurse Joy deduced. "But we have our own Pika Power source!" She cried, sounding like a power ranger. The Pikachu were lined up on the generator's circular conveyer belt. They grasped each other's tails and began running, sparking electrical energy with every step.
All the electronics sparked into life. The computer in the store room took immediate action.
"A crisis situation has arisen. Initiating emergency pokéball transport sequence." It announced in a tinny, but female, voice. Electronic arms started to remove the pokéballs from the shelves, and plonk them into the pokéball transfer device. Nurse Joy manned the transfer main computer.
"This is the Viridian City Pokémon Centre. We have an emergency situation. Transporting pokéballs." She reported, hoping one of her sisters or cousins nearby would hear and be able to receive the transferred pokéballs.
"This is the Pewter City Pokémon Centre. Transporter activated. Ready to receive pokéballs." Came the response from her older sister next city over. The pokéballs started their transferal, each being transported one at a time.
Quickly, Koffing banged down the door, spilling pokéballs everywhere.
"Quick. Grab those pokéballs!" Nurse Joy shouted. Ash started scrambling for the pokéballs. Pikachu stirred at all the commotion, and woke up to find pokéballs scattered all over the floor. He hopped from the bed and started to help gather them. Ash had placed an armful of pokéballs into the transport system, and was going for more, when he suddenly came face to face with…
"Ekans!" Ash screamed as the Pokémon cried its name, and scrambled to the back of the room, cowering like a child.
"Ash?" Nurse Joy asked, wondering what the matter was. Ash trembled in fear, stammering as he tried to give Pikachu an order.
"P-P-P-Pikachu… get that thing away from me!" Pikachu looked at his trainer confusedly.
"Pi pika?" he asked.
"I don't care! I don't care what attack you use. Thunderbolt, Thunder Wave Bite, Tackle. Hell, I'd even settle for flamethrower right now, just get it AWAY!" He commanded, growing more and more frantic.
Nurse Joy rushed to Ash's side.
"Ash?" She gently shook his shoulder, making him squeal in horror even more. "Ash." The nurse tried to get his attention, using as soft a voice as she could right now. The redhead whirred the cogs in her head over what the nurse was saying. Ash? As in… Ashton?
"Koffing!" The poisonous sphere Pokémon slammed into Nurse Joy's back, causing her to fall harshly to the floor. Ash was just about ready to swing for the sludge bomb when Ekans made him scream in terror, tensing up, freezing every muscle in his body, and clench his eyes shut to await the pain of the creature's fangs in his flesh. But it never came. Instead, Ash heard a loud and resonating metallic 'KLANG!" sound. When he dared to open his eyes, he saw Ekans' face mere inches from his own, looking dazed and stunned with the head of a mallet slammed into the top of his cranium. He followed the mallet's handle with his eyes to find that the wielder of the weapon was the redheaded girl. She gave a flick of the handle and sent Ekans careering into its trainer.
"Grab your Pikachu and get out of here!" She ordered, pulling out a pokéball from her pocket. Ash did as he was told, and scampered out of the room with Pikachu in his arms. He ran into the lobby, only to find Koffing, Ekans Jessie and James were right behind him. He only dared glance back for a second, but it was enough to distract him from the charred and ruined bike long enough for him to trip over it, sending him and Pikachu flying to the ground.
"Pika, pika pikachu!" Pikachu shouted. Obeying, the generator Pikachu started pouring into the lobby, bundling on top of Ash's Pikachu. They all started discharging electricity, recharging Ash's Pikachu's energy. And all spare electricity was sent coursing through Team Rocket, charring them nice and crispy, and even wrecking the humans' hair.
Ash's Pikachu, now fully repowered, climbed up on top of the pika bundle, smiling. Meowth somersaulted into the room, not looking impressed with his colleagues at how easily they were fried.
"Do I have to do all the woik around here?" He moaned. "Meowth, that mouse is cat food." He started advancing on Pikachu and Ash.
"Pika-Pika." Pikachu said to Ash.
"Pika-Pika?" His trainer repeated, to make sure he heard right. "As in Pika power?" Pikachu nodded. "You want more power!" Ash deduced as he rushed to the burnt bike, and started wiring Pikachu's light bulb headband to the front light of the bike, turning the vehicle upside down. He started pedalling furiously, building up electrical energy, and started to light the light bulb on Pikachu's head, lending him more power.
"Eh? What's dis?" Meowth asked as he stopped at the sight.
"Well, let's just say me and Pikachu are gonna shock you, Meowth." Ash told him, pedalling faster and faster. Pikachu, sat on top of the bicycle light, started to build up his charge. Just as the tension was getting too great that Team Rocket were about to run, he unleashed his power, lighting all five of the evil scumbags up like a group of Christmas trees.
Eventually, he was discharging so much power into them that the voltage caused Koffing's internal body gas to ignite, causing it to explode. The eruption blew Team Rocket straight through the roof of the Pokémon Centre, leaving a massive gaping hole in the structure. Officer Jenny pulled up just in front of the centre as the explosion erupted, bursting the roof open in a haze of pink smoke.
"Too late." She said. "But not for the fireworks." And the centre continued to smoulder away in the evening light.
Making good their escape in their botched-repair jobbed balloon, Team Rocket were still sulking over their loss.
"Great." Jessie whined. "A cat lost to a mouse, how appropriate (!)"
"Hey, hey, cut me break, dat Pikachu's no ordinary Pikachu."
"It's certainly very rare for a Pikachu to be that strong." James agreed. "A perfect prize."
"Then let's catch it!" Jessie crowed.
"Perhaps… we will." Meowth mused thoughtfully.
"And, while we're at it…" Jessie schemed, smirking. "We might as well finish the job of that kid."
"Yeah." James added. "The boss will not be pleased if he learns the Ketchum brat still lives."
"Youse two gonna fill me in on this 'Ketchum' kid?" Meowth asked annoyed to be out of the loop on this one.
Back at the Pokémon Centre, misty and Nurse Joy were inspecting the damage to the lobby.
"Oh my word." Nurse Joy gasped. The redhead looked very annoyed.
"Ooh…" She fumed. "You're a complete destructo-kid, aren't ya!" She shouted, pointedly. Ash rubbed the back of his head shamefully.
"Sorry about this, Nurse Joy." Nurse Joy, however, waved the apology off, light-heartedly.
"No, no. There's no need for apologies. You did it for the good of the Pokémons' safety. Thank you, Ash."
The redhead froze. She looked at Ash with eyes as wide a dinner plates.
"Ash?" She asked.
"Uh… yeah." He responded.
"As in… Ashton?"
"Um… yeah. Why…?" Ash asked, hesitantly.
The girl let her emotions go. She knew who this kid was now. The one she'd wanted to meet since she was five years old. The kid who lost his mother, and nearly lost his life. She walked up to him, slowly, and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm MW." She whispered. Now it was Ash's turn to be surprised. Her wrapped his arms around MW's shoulders, and returned her hug.
"Ash in… my pen friend from when I was five?" she nodded against his neck. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, MW." He smiled.
"It's nice to meet you too Ashton." The girl muttered into his neck. She pulled her head away from him, to look him in the eye. "And you can call me Misty." She told him with a smile.
The following day arrived, and Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny were using the communications computer – which remained, miraculously, intact when the Pokémon Centre blew up – to talk to the Pewter City Nurse Joy.
"You Viridian City Pokémon were transported here safely." She reported.
"Thanks, Sis." The Viridian City Nurse Joy responded. "Ash, Misty and Pikachu are heading your way to Pewter City." She informed her. "If there can get safely through the Viridian Forest." She added, worriedly. Officer Jenny lent a calming hand on the nurse's shoulder.
"Don't worry. From what I've seen, those three can take pretty good care of themselves." Nurse Joy swivelled round in her chair to look the officer in the face.
"Well I hope you're right." She said, sounding a little more chipper.
"Well, I gotta get back to work." Pewter City Nurse Joy said. "See ya later, lovebirds." She teased, and hung up the call, leaving the two girls in uniform to blush. They looked at each other, a little nervously. The officer quickly leaned down to peck Joy on the cheek, then rushed off to her motorbike to make a hasty exit, leaving the nurse sat in her chair, blushing.
Out in the Viridian Forest, there was an ear-splitting shriek as Misty grabbed hold of Ash's shoulders.
"What is it, Misty?" He asked.
"Look… over there." She told him, pointing with one trembling finger to the roots of a tree. Ash followed her line of point, and saw…
"Oh, cool! A Caterpie! It's one of the bug-type Pokémon.
"Even if it is a Pokémon, bug a disgusting and I don't like them!" Misty whinnied, positioning Ash between herself and the insect. "Do something." She trembled. Ash smirked as he eyed the insect up and down.
"Alright. Stand back." He instructed, to which Misty gladly obeyed. He took a pokéball off of his belt and max-sized it, prepping himself to throw it. The derpy caterpillar Pokémon just stood still, not knowing quite what to make of the scene. Ash turned his cap around, and pulled his arm back to throw the ball in his fist. "Pokéball! Go!" He shouted, and lobbed the pokéball for his target.
OK, so that's that over. No more questions for this chapter but do still send in your ideas everyone, I do so love hearing what you think should happen. See you this time next week. Ta-ta.