"Hey, Froakie. You got sharp eyes, the second you see anything yellow, I need you to alert me."
Froa-Kie!
"Yeah, a Pikachu shouldn't be hard to find on this route."
"Wait! Wait Ash, my boy!" I heard the voice of an old man behind me.
It was Professor Oak.
"Aren't you a bit old to be running like that?"
"No... I really should be doing it more often..." the old man said between weak, heavy panting. "...but. I forgot to give these to you and Leaf. These would be of great help on your journey." He pulled out of his pocket what seemed to be...
"PokeDexes?" I didn't know what to say. Normally a PokeDex is given to trainers who are held in high regards by their region's Professor. If I'm being honest, I half expected to get one but I didn't mind when it didnt happen. Not like I desperately needed it to survive. But still, this was an extremely valuable tool to have; not only for information, but for confidence.
Not like I wasn't loaded with that shit already though. This still did tons for it though.
"Yeah, would you mind doing me and Leaf one more favor, and bring one to her? You don't have to worry about mixing them up either. I labeled them for you. You guys can customize them later." The Old man said as he turned back. "I appreciate all that you've done over the years, you've completed almost every task I sent your way and you've even helped me involuntarily countless times. You're about to leave and you're still willing to help. I can't even thank you enough, son." That last part hit me hard, actually. My father has been gone for as long as I can remember, but there was always that someone who stepped up without asking for much in return. It was always the Old man.
It almost brought tears to my eyes which I managed to fight back. I hugged him, which caught him off guard for a second but he was able to return the gesture, giving me a few pats on the back.
"I should be the one thanking you. Who the hell do you think you are, old man?"
"Don't worry about it. Good luck, son." We both let go and began to go our separate ways.
I guess everything starts now.
Froakie, who had hopped off during that whole thing, hopped back on as we began making our way down the path.
Eventually we found ourselves in a forest along the path, this could be the only place the Pikachu would be hiding for now. So Froakie and I got to searching and it wasn't long until we spotted something yellow in the grass.
"Hey, that must be it." I whispered. I immediately crouched down, and began to stealthily approach the clueless pokemon. Froakie immediately got ready as well, preparing to pull out one of it's recently learned moves, Cut.
And of course, the second we got in range, a twig magically appeared under my foot. I stepped on it causing it to snap, immediately alerting the pokemon.
"Fuck, it's now or never!" Froakie and I leaped to grab the pokemon before it could get away, only for it to flap into the air, revealing that it was not the pokemon we were looking for.
It was a Pidgey.
I lie down, annoyed, mouth full of fucking grass and no Pikachu.
"Fuck me bro."
But we were given another ray of hope when we heard more rustling in the grass. It was getting further away!
"That must be it! Froakie! C'mon!" We both popped up in an instant and gave chase.
The second I got on my feet, I confirmed that the pokemon scurrying away was in fact a Pikachu.
"Hey FroMan, I dont think we can get him without roughing him up a bit."
Froakie nodded in agreement.
"Alright then. Use Water Pulse. Cut him off." Hopefully this'll show that it can't run away.
Froakie without missing a beat, leaped into the air off my shoulder and threw a blue ball of energy right in front of the running Pikachu. As I expected this caused the Pikachu to skid to a halt. It turned giving both a us an annoyed glare.
"You look perfectly healthy, if I'm being honest." I said under my breath. "Doesn't really change much does it?" I then began trying to calm it down.
"Look, we aren't really here to hurt you. The old man said he wasn't done treating you, so I need to get you back to him." I pulled out the pokeball I was given. "Can you make this easier and get inside?"
Piiiiii...
Pikachu growled the second I pulled the ball out.
I pressed the button to recall it, but it dodged and only seemed to get angrier. It began sparking dangerously.
"You don't wanna go back? Huh..." I was now left with a moral dilemma. Should I force this Pokemon to do something it doesn't want to do, or should I just let it go and let the Old man, who's done so much for me, down?
Unfortunately for me, the second one just wasn't an option. Anyone else and I probably would have let it go.
By the way that "it" was a "he"; the tail was a giveaway.
"I'm sorry bud, I can't this time."
Ok, I had to genuinely be careful with this fight. Froakie, was weak to electric-types so getting hit wasn't an option. It was still a couple hour walk to Viridian City, and now it looked like it was about to rain soon. Which would be even worse a wild Pikachu in the rain could be a disaster for any trainer.
"Alright Froakie, we gotta keep this battle up close. Use Cut!" Froakie produced a white needle from one of his hands and lunged at Pikachu.
Pikachu charged in too, getting faster as he got closer Froakie.
'Alright, he knows Quick Attack. I know he definitely knows Thunder Shock. So what else you got up your sleeve?'
The two clashed, knocking each other back.
Pikachu and Froakie recovered at the same time.
'Shit, now theres distance between them.'
But the Pikachu was already sparking, preparing to attack.
Piikaa... PIIIII!
It unleashed a Thunder Shock straight towards Froakie, who had yet to receive orders to do anything, keeping complete trust in me to lead it to victory.
"Dodge!" I shouted as quick as possible.
'Shit! I should've told him to use Water Pulse!'
Froakie was barely able to get out the way, which wasn't good enough against electric-type moves. Froakie croaked as he was sent rolling, sparks of electricity visible on his body. Somehow though, Froakie had thrown a needle, that was used for Cut, like a ninja, which hit Pikachu head on as well.
"Fuck! Frogger, you good?" I rushed over to his side, to check on him only to back away a second later.
We can keep going!
Something rang out in my head.
I don't know why but I felt a light tingling sensation run through my body, as if an electric shock from a rug ran up and down my spine.
My mind began racing as I felt as if it was beginning to-
A body fell from a tree, landing between all of us, snapping me out of whatever the heck was happening.
It was a Spearow.
A look of shock, ran across my face.
This was bad news. Absolutely shitty news.
One Spearow meant there was probably an entire flock nearby. Which basically translated to: RUN!
I returned Froakie in order to keep him safe but when I tried to return Pikachu, he dodged the beam again.
"You're still being difficult?! Goddamnit!" I couldn't leave him here, and it looked like the Spearow got up and started glaring at Pikachu, and getting ready to attack.
I needed to find a way to draw its attention.
I looked for the nearest rock, and spotted one a few feet away, but by that time Pikachu was getting hit with a barrage of Quick Attacks by the angry bird.
'You can't use a rock now! You have to go get him yourself retard!' I mentally yelled at myself for my poor decision before making a reckless charge for the rat.
With a well timed kick, I was able to knock the Spearow away an grab Pikachu before making a run for dear life. I wasn't worried about getting shocked at that point. Pikachu was in no condition to do much and, I was hoping he was smart enough to let me save him.
I needed to get out of there before we turned into victims of gang violence.
And so I did. I got out of there. And you fucking bet I ran for dear fucking life!
This situation was currently hopeless, as I had no means of putting any real distance between me and our pursuers which was now a giant flock of angry birds.
My only saving appeared a minute later, which turned out to be just as bad. It was a river.
A river with an even angrier pokemon that the Spearow only wished they could hold a candle to. Gyara-fucking-dos!
I'm taking my chances with a Gyarados. I'd rather be swallowed whole than savagely torn apart by angry bird gang members.
I dived in, narrowly dodging the jaws of the raging beast twice, before it gave up and swam back upstream.
I was carried by the rough current which jerked me around like a ragdoll.
I was then violently yanked out of the water by something, making me think I was about to die to something bigger.
I was relieved when it was some redhead chick with a fishing rod, that somehow managed to yank my 125lb ass out of a river with a fishing rod.
Emphasis on fishing rod cause that shit looked broke as hell and it still somehow managed to support me and Pikachu.
I was dragged ashore by the redhead, instead of being thrown back in thankfully.
It took me a second to catch my breath but when I did immediately went to thank her.
"Hahhh... tha-"
No, are you okay's. No, what happened's. Bitch just immediately got straight into ridiculing me.
"Look at your Pokemon! How in Arceus's name could you let your Pokemon get in such a condition?! How much of a shitty trainer are you?! You need to get him to a Pokemon Center right now!" She pointed in up a path as she scolded me for Pikachu's condition which is somewhat understandable but given the state Pikachu and I are in. It was not the time nor place to do so.
'She must've pointed me in the direction of Viridian City. I need to hurry.' I thought as a drop of rain hit my nose. A few feet away I saw a bike with a basket. Must be hers
I rushed over to it, placed Pikachu in the basket and hopped on. I stole that shit right in front of her eyes, without remorse.
"Hey! Get back here you son of a-"
"I'll give it back to you! Next time I see you!" Which will probably, hopefully, never happen.
"You fucking ni-"
Oh, she def not getting this bike back after that.
Now things weren't over, I was pedalling for dear fucking life now. The angry birds have managed to track me down and are now fucking with me while I was riding. I couldn't fight back, other wise I'd lose balance and tip the bike over which would definitely mean the end of us.
"ACK!" I was clawed in the back by three birds consecutively. I winced, as the muscles in my body tightened trying to ignore the pain. I kept the swinging of my body to a minimum. I can't lose my balance.
That was something I couldn't afford to let happen. I just started this journey. I, no. WE had aspirations, dreams. Dreams that we don't even understand the meaning of. A meaning, we are willing to bet our life on to understand. He had people who cared for him! People who were waiting for him! He had two Pokemon he wanted to protect! There was no way he could let that go to a bunch of weak, low level, shitbrained bi-
Even my will couldn't keep myself balanced after taking an attack from 5 birds at all angles of my body whilst riding on mud.
Me and Pikachu were sent flying off the bike and into the slippery yet hard dirt path.
Everything felt heavy. My body was so unsteady, I could barely move. I had multiple open wounds on my body which were seeping blood as I lay almost motionless in the rain.
My sight was blurry. I could barely see now. Eventually my hearing began to falter to the point where I could barely hear the rain hitting the ground. I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
'I-I can't hold on any longer.'
The yellow blur at the center of my vision seemed to be moving. Almost as if it was reaching out to me. Calling for me.
'I... can't... hold... on...'
Get up!
'H-huh...?'
I said, GET UP!
Everything seemed to move slow. The birds were slowly moving in to finish Pikachu off. The raindrops hitting the ground and exploding into smaller clusters of water. But despite all this chaos, there was a complete lack of sound. No rain, no angry cawing of birds, no squeaks. It was a peaceful silence, which was ironic.
Only one thought ran through my mind at this moment.
'Not on your fucking life!'
"AGH!" I bellowed.
In a last ditch effort to protect Pikachu, I desperately dragged my thrashed and bruised body over the rat to shield him from the attacks. Nothing else but the Pokemon in front of me mattered anymore.
The attacks soon stopped. I couldn't even feel pain anymore. It was over. I couldn't hold on anymore.
With the last of my strength I grabbed Pikachu's pokeball and put it in front of him. "Please... get inside... or else... you'll die too..." Those were my last words.
I took my last inhale.
'What a shitty way to go...' I thought as I took my last exhale before my body gave way.
An extremely bright yellow light flashed in the sky was followed by one of the loudest thundering sounds ever heard.
The redhead bitch from earlier stomped down the muddy path, seething. The thunderbolt was completely drowned out by her anger.
'That bastard, son of a bitch, piece of shit!
She essentially just got her bike stolen, so her anger was justifiable.
'Fucking nigger! What did I expect from him? It's in his kind's nature to steal!'
Or maybe not...
Suddenly the girl started knocking on her forehead like a fucking door.
'No Misty! Nice thoughts, Misty! Nice thoughts! Stop being racist!'
"Stupid fucking parents..." she muttered under her breath.
This bitch was definitely crazy.
She continued walking down the path until she eventually found a familiar looking backpack. She picked it up, taking note of the cut straps and the blood stains on both ends where the straps had once been connected.
'He must've actually been in a really bad situation...' She took the bag with her. Not because she wanted to simply give it back to him.
No. The fuck? It was because she wanted him, to give her, her damn bike back! And her having his bag, which she was sure was important, would ensure that that would happen.
But the blood was a bit worrying. She did notice a large flock of Spearow chasing after him.
It wasn't too long until she stumbled upon something akin to the aftermath of a war. Multiple Spearow lie, on the ground, unconscious. Their bodies seemed to be sparking a little. That quickly lost importance to the girl when she recognized the silhouette of what appeared to be her bike.
"My baby!" You see, this bike is extremely important to her. This was the last thing she had received from her parents before they disappeared off the face of the planet somehow.
Well, it was extremely important to her. In fact, it used to be a bike.
"WHAT THE FU-"
Misty raged. A rage similar to one of a Gyarados. After a good amount of time spent destroying nature, Misty set her sights on finding the boy who did this.
'Oh, I'm really about to get racist!'
The stomping got worse, more aggressive. It felt like the ground was beginning to shake. The rain had long cleared, and the sky was literally replaced with sunshine and rainbows.
But there was no sunshine and rainbows to any of the emotions she was feeling. Rage, bloodlust, and pure, unbridled racism was coursing through her veins like a pound of meth. Except this shit wasn't gonna kill her. It might kill somebody else though.
Another half hour of walking and she finally noticed a figure off in the distance. It had the same colors that boy had been wearing.
'There he is.'
As she got closer and closer she began laughing maniacally to the point where she sounded straight up demonic. Funny thing is though, when she got halfway there, the laughing slowly began to die down as she took notice to the color of the dirt.
But she was still angry. And with that one thought, she had blinded herself with anger again.
Eventually she was right behind the boy. Misty, didn't care to look at the condition of the boy at this moment, because the second she had got in range- YEET went his backpack hitting him square in the back, knocking him forward.
Twisting his body on the way down, he fell on his side. Then he got back up like nothing happened, blood gushing from his back and all.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
This bitch was dumb. She was acting like a brat basically.
She wasn't putting aside her anger despite how clear the boys condition was.
Did she really not notice it?
"Hey! Listen to me, bastard!"
The boy didn't stop. He kept walking, limping in every step, stumbling a few times. But he still kept moving down the path.
This apparently angered Misty more.
This time, she got in front of the boy and looked him in the face.
"Are you fucking... deaf..."
Misty's eyes widened, in shock and surprise.
The look in his eyes...
It was completely devoid of life yet... there was a fire.
It was a like small blue flame. It was small yet it burned so bright. It wasn't there yet, it somehow was.
In his arms he held the same Pikachu he was holding when she first saw him. The boy was holding it even tighter than he had been before, despite his arms looking so weak. It was in bad condition but the boy... He was way worse off. Yet he still kept walking. She wasn't even sure that he was conscious. He should honestly be dead.
"Oh my God.." Misty said. "What am I doing? Fuck my bike now, he needs help!"
She dropped her bike and began running towards Viridian City. They weren't too far away at this point. She could see it from where she was.
As she ran the words she had said to him echoed in her mind.
How much of a shitty trainer are you?!
She needed to look at herself first and ask how much of a shitty person was she.
Yo, its Godo again, of course because who the fuck else is writing these chapters? Anyway, this was orginally intended to be a bit longer, and Froakie was supposed to have an arc and shit in this chapter. But then I realized that 'No that shit does not flow well at all!' I was basically trying to make it too emotional and realized that I wasn't exactly supposed to take anything too seriously. I feel like this chapter is able to feel a bit more serious while also not straying too far from the overall mood of the story. Because what I had written before did not feel like Faucet Failure. Even if I cut 1.5k words, I'm still happy it turned out like this. As long as the writing is good, I'm happy. I want to make a story people care about and I want to find an idea I can stick with for a long time. I hope this story can have an end, and I hope there'll be people here for that.
Ok I've gone on a bit too long. So it's about time I get chapter 3 started.
Thanks, I hope you enjoyed reading and if you did, please feel free to leave a vote or leave a small comment and support in anyway you can. As always, have a great day and I'll catch yall later.
~Godo out