With his helmet and shoulder-armor on his nightstand and wearing only a
thin pair of briefs, Captain Falcon lay awake in bed. "Must not sleep," he
continually muttered to himself, "must not sleep, must not sleep, must not
sleep…" The Captain suddenly groaned. "Aw, why me?" he whined, "I don't
wanna' close rifts and stuff!" He rolled over and buried his face in the
pillow. "I don't wanna'!" his muffled voice complained.
Falcon rolled over on his back again and stared at the white ceiling. His eyelids felt like lead and were burning in his head with the pressing desire for sleep. Falcon yawned. "Maybe," he sighed, "Maybe I'll just close my eyes for, just a little while…" He yawned as he closed his eyes and sunk into the bed.
When he opened them again, he sensed he was lying on a patch of artificial plastic grass fully clothed, with his shoulder armor and visored helmet. "Oh, crap," he muttered, getting up to his feet. Looking around, he saw he was on a small rectangular field of artificial grass, lined along the edge with white-painted metal. Above him floated two smaller green platforms on either side of the field. "Kanto Stadium," Falcon said to himself, instantly recognizing the field.
Falcon peered over the edge of the Stadium field, and saw it resided over a bottomless pit. "Shit," he muttered.
Suddenly, a small voice sqeaked from behind him. "Pika!" it said.
"The hell you doing here, Pikachu?" Falcon asked the Pokemon, turning around to look at the voice's source.
"Pika," he responded.
"Oh, that's right," Falcon muttered to himself, "You can't talk."
Then, Falcon noticed something about Pikachu that was not quite right. His eyes were devoid of the usual brihtness and dark brown glaze. "You're not a clone Samus was tellin' us about, are ya'?"
"P-p-I!"
Falcon groaned. "Why me?"
Just then, a small Pokeball plopped from the sky and landed between Pikachu and Falcon. While Falcon stood there dumbfounded, the Pikachu hastily scampered over towards the small ball and plicked it up in his tiny jaws. The Pikachu rose upright and then spat the ball out a Falcon.
The ball smacked the Captain square in the nose as the Pikachu laughed. "Ouch! You little bitch!" Falcon screeched, holding his nose with both hands. "You're goin' down'!"
Falcon threw his arms to his sides and dashed madly at the Pikachu. However, once he threw his leg into the Pikachu's face, his leg passed straight through the Pokemon's face, and the Pikachu stood there unharmed.
Falcon was lost for an explanation of the bizzare event. He turned around to see the Goldeen pathetically flop about on the ground after it had come out of the Pokeball. "Dude!" Falcon screamed aloud, "What the hell is this?"
Falcon withdrew his leg from within the Pikachu and crouched down to it. The Pikachu wore a silly empty smile as it gazed at Captain Falcon in return for Falcon's stare. Falcon poked his finger through Pikachu's body, and found there was nothing to touch.
Falcon stood up. "Well, this is messed," Falcon muttered, "Just how the hell am I supposed to kill you if I can't even touch you?"
Just then, another Pokeball dropped from the sky and landed at Falcon's feet. Falcon 's lips caught a mean grin. Quickly picking the Pokeball up, Falcon wound it back in his arm and viciously tossed it at the Pikachu. With an agonized squeal the Pikachu flew backwards from the impact the ball created after smacking him on the forehead and landed on the ground.
"Pika-ka-ka!" The Pikachu snarled, picking himself up.
"Ha ha!" Falcon laughed, putting his hands at his hips, "Whatcha' gonna' do?"
The Pikachu went to pick up the Pokeball, but it exploded open in his hands in a flash. When the flash subsided, Pikachu found himself to be standing in the looming shadow of a Charizard. With a quick puff of breath, the Charizard blew a cloud of flames into Pikachu's face. The Pikachu howled in pain as he rubbed his face and staggered about the field.
The Charizard suddenly vanished into the air as Falcon laughed at the Pikachu's plight. "Sucka'!" he jeered.
The Pikachu rolled around on the ground, rubbing his face into the turf, quenching the flames. When the Pikachu got back up, he revealed his scorched face, burned black by the fire. "Pi-ii-I-ka," He growled at Falcon.
"Let's see you try it, Pika-bitch!" Falcon replied, still laughing.
Another Pokeball suddenly materialized from out of the thin air and dropped in front of the Pikachu. Quickly picking it up in his jaws, the Pikachu spat the ball out at Falcon. However, with hardly a thought, Falcon caught the Pokeball in front of his face, and almost immediatley re-directed the ball into Pikachu's nose. The ball blew Pikachu backwards, with the ball rolling along with him. The Pikachu landed on his back and wearily sat up with the Pokeball in his lap. The Pokeball suddenly sprung open, and soon Pikachu found a large Blastoise perched at his feet.
The Blastoise looked down upon the tiny Pikachu, and aimed his water cannons at him. "Pi-ka," the Pikachu managed to groan before the Blastoise let a massive blast of water shoot from his cannons and slam into Pikachu. Falcon laughed as the Pikachu was sent sailing and screaming over the horizon. "See ya', sucka'!" he waved mockingly.
Falcon rolled over on his back again and stared at the white ceiling. His eyelids felt like lead and were burning in his head with the pressing desire for sleep. Falcon yawned. "Maybe," he sighed, "Maybe I'll just close my eyes for, just a little while…" He yawned as he closed his eyes and sunk into the bed.
When he opened them again, he sensed he was lying on a patch of artificial plastic grass fully clothed, with his shoulder armor and visored helmet. "Oh, crap," he muttered, getting up to his feet. Looking around, he saw he was on a small rectangular field of artificial grass, lined along the edge with white-painted metal. Above him floated two smaller green platforms on either side of the field. "Kanto Stadium," Falcon said to himself, instantly recognizing the field.
Falcon peered over the edge of the Stadium field, and saw it resided over a bottomless pit. "Shit," he muttered.
Suddenly, a small voice sqeaked from behind him. "Pika!" it said.
"The hell you doing here, Pikachu?" Falcon asked the Pokemon, turning around to look at the voice's source.
"Pika," he responded.
"Oh, that's right," Falcon muttered to himself, "You can't talk."
Then, Falcon noticed something about Pikachu that was not quite right. His eyes were devoid of the usual brihtness and dark brown glaze. "You're not a clone Samus was tellin' us about, are ya'?"
"P-p-I!"
Falcon groaned. "Why me?"
Just then, a small Pokeball plopped from the sky and landed between Pikachu and Falcon. While Falcon stood there dumbfounded, the Pikachu hastily scampered over towards the small ball and plicked it up in his tiny jaws. The Pikachu rose upright and then spat the ball out a Falcon.
The ball smacked the Captain square in the nose as the Pikachu laughed. "Ouch! You little bitch!" Falcon screeched, holding his nose with both hands. "You're goin' down'!"
Falcon threw his arms to his sides and dashed madly at the Pikachu. However, once he threw his leg into the Pikachu's face, his leg passed straight through the Pokemon's face, and the Pikachu stood there unharmed.
Falcon was lost for an explanation of the bizzare event. He turned around to see the Goldeen pathetically flop about on the ground after it had come out of the Pokeball. "Dude!" Falcon screamed aloud, "What the hell is this?"
Falcon withdrew his leg from within the Pikachu and crouched down to it. The Pikachu wore a silly empty smile as it gazed at Captain Falcon in return for Falcon's stare. Falcon poked his finger through Pikachu's body, and found there was nothing to touch.
Falcon stood up. "Well, this is messed," Falcon muttered, "Just how the hell am I supposed to kill you if I can't even touch you?"
Just then, another Pokeball dropped from the sky and landed at Falcon's feet. Falcon 's lips caught a mean grin. Quickly picking the Pokeball up, Falcon wound it back in his arm and viciously tossed it at the Pikachu. With an agonized squeal the Pikachu flew backwards from the impact the ball created after smacking him on the forehead and landed on the ground.
"Pika-ka-ka!" The Pikachu snarled, picking himself up.
"Ha ha!" Falcon laughed, putting his hands at his hips, "Whatcha' gonna' do?"
The Pikachu went to pick up the Pokeball, but it exploded open in his hands in a flash. When the flash subsided, Pikachu found himself to be standing in the looming shadow of a Charizard. With a quick puff of breath, the Charizard blew a cloud of flames into Pikachu's face. The Pikachu howled in pain as he rubbed his face and staggered about the field.
The Charizard suddenly vanished into the air as Falcon laughed at the Pikachu's plight. "Sucka'!" he jeered.
The Pikachu rolled around on the ground, rubbing his face into the turf, quenching the flames. When the Pikachu got back up, he revealed his scorched face, burned black by the fire. "Pi-ii-I-ka," He growled at Falcon.
"Let's see you try it, Pika-bitch!" Falcon replied, still laughing.
Another Pokeball suddenly materialized from out of the thin air and dropped in front of the Pikachu. Quickly picking it up in his jaws, the Pikachu spat the ball out at Falcon. However, with hardly a thought, Falcon caught the Pokeball in front of his face, and almost immediatley re-directed the ball into Pikachu's nose. The ball blew Pikachu backwards, with the ball rolling along with him. The Pikachu landed on his back and wearily sat up with the Pokeball in his lap. The Pokeball suddenly sprung open, and soon Pikachu found a large Blastoise perched at his feet.
The Blastoise looked down upon the tiny Pikachu, and aimed his water cannons at him. "Pi-ka," the Pikachu managed to groan before the Blastoise let a massive blast of water shoot from his cannons and slam into Pikachu. Falcon laughed as the Pikachu was sent sailing and screaming over the horizon. "See ya', sucka'!" he waved mockingly.