Pikachu yawned so hard he thought he felt his jaw tear.
He was tired.
Really tired.
He sat slumped on his light brown sofa, which was honestly way too big for his own good, utterly bored. It was around noon outside, which meant the day was still young, and there was still time for something to happen, no matter how mundane.
But Pikachu didn't want mundane.
On days like this, his town was too quiet, at best. At worst, it was akin to that of a ghost town. It had been like that for the past few days. Nothing interesting happened unless you described the common petty theft and the oh-so-occasional bank robberies that law enforcement typically took care of as enjoyable.
Other than that, nothing.
There was nothing at all.
Pallet Town was boring.
He got so desperate for some action he began leaving the news on at all times of the day except past 6 PM. Still, unfortunately, the only things they displayed were standard stuff, like politics or matters concerning Celebrities, the P.W.C., and whatnot. It bored him to no end.
There were days, even weeks, he had gone without doing any hero work before, but…
He fought the urge to fall asleep as he warily watched the T.V., when suddenly…
BOOM!
Pikachu shot up immediately upon hearing a loud explosion from the T.V., instantly catching his attention. From what he could see, there was a mushroom cloud of smoke rising behind the news production, and whoever the perpetrator was had obliterated multiple buildings without a trace left behind. The aftermath looked like a small nuke had gone off in the middle of the city. He wondered what could cause an explosion of that size.
Something strong, that's what.
The news was a frenzy, and the cameras slowly turned the feed to static. The reporter was desperate to get out all the information he could before the feed cut out entirely from another explosion, possibly more prominent than the last one. From that, a grin grew on his face.
Finally, something interesting!
Pikachu gave his cap a quick side glance. There was a dark shade of red everywhere except the panel, which was white with a bright yellow lightning bolt crossing straight through it. A pretty basic design, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
Besides, he had been itching to see how it looked on him when he was in action sooner rather than later.
He put it on top of his head and was surprised at how uncomfortable it was on his ears. He'd have to put some ear holes in this if he was going to wear it more.
But that didn't matter.
Because right now, he had something more important to do.
….
Pests.
Vermin.
Weak.
Those were only a few words Buzzwole used to describe this species.
Black smoke polluted the sky, partially blocking out the Sun, and multiple fires were widespread around him. The ground around him was charred and torn asunder by his energy blasts. He was sure that he had succeeded in destroying the majority of the city and had exterminated many lives in the process.
Good. All in a day's work.
He began making his way to the next town. For the longest time, his people had advised against going against these Pokemon, whose species were known to have formidable abilities and strength. Even if they were as strong as claimed, nothing in this world could overcome his strength. That, he was more sure of than anything.
Looking back at the wasteland of ruins he caused, he decided to take today as a lesson to take rumors more lightly.
…
Wait.
Something was behind him.
He quickly turned around to find… a child? No, it was just a tiny Pokemon. Looking closer, he was slightly surprised by how the creature carried itself. It was a shade of yellow, and there were also what looked to be either appendages or ears spanning from its head, but he couldn't tell due to the weird thing it was wearing. It held an unfaltering confident posture with both arms crossed. Buzzwole could assume that, despite his fierce display of power, this thing wasn't scared of him in the least.
A facade that he was sure would prove fruitless.
"Oh? And who might you be?" The muscular beast said condescendingly.
The yellow creature gave a toothy grin in response.
"Just someone who wants to have some fun."
Buzzwole crossed his arms and nearly scoffed in reply. The idea of something as weak as that, thinking it could challenge him, was enough to get a decent chuckle out of him. The yellow creature lost his confident composure and uncrossed its arms, looking confused. At least it knew its place compared to him.
"Having fun is no excuse to throw yourself into a death match. I figured you Pokemon would have more intelligence to compensate for how pathetically weak you were. It looks like I was wrong about that too."
Looking closer, Buzzwole swore he could see its eyes twitch. This time, he actually did scoff. There was no use in being offended by the truth. You can only accept it and move on. He thought he would use a potent energy blast to end the yellow creature's misery when he began to hear laughing.
Raw, unbridled laughter had rippled through the air as if it was part of the element itself. It was like the surrounding area had disappeared, and only he and that thing remained.
Although he absolutely loathed admitting it, It was frankly unnerving.
The laughter finally died down, and the area went quiet once more. Its toothy grin returned, although it had donned a more wicked look. Its form radiated confidence.
"Well…, if you're so big and bad…" the Pokemon started, putting its arms up in a basic fighting stance and spreading its legs to match. Its eyes gleamed with determination.
"…Then prove it. Show me how much stronger you are."
Pikachu couldn't have been more excited. An opponent that knew they were strong and wasn't afraid to hide that fact was his favorite type of Pokemon to fight. He loved seeing their arrogant and fragile egos crumble. Every time he saw an opponent's face contort at the realization that they were no match for him made him the happiest Pokemon in the universe.
This thing was no exception, which is why the yellow mouse couldn't help but laugh in response to its blatant boasting.
When Buzzwole mentioned how pathetically weak Pokemon were, it filled him with the most extraordinary delight one could feel. It made the fact that he was about to beat its brains into the ground all the more pleasurable.
Then, in an instant, the red-orange creature vanished from view, leaving a shockwave in its wake. Pikachu scanned the area around him to gauge where it may appear. Upon realizing this, he closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation.
'Of course…'
He swiftly turned around and put his arms up to block the incoming punch. Surprisingly, it knocked him off his feet and rocketed him through several building remnants, lodging him in the top half of a destroyed one. At the same time, Pikachu had a severe expression of annoyance on his face.
He could see Buzzwole rocketing towards him, cocking a fist backward before launching it in his face, completely destroying the building remnant he was in and catapulting him toward the ground. The subsequent impact emanated an enormous explosion and shockwave, blowing away everything in sight and forming a massive crater with Pikachu in the middle. It was then that the Electric-Type came to another realization.
'This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be.'
His adversary jumped into the sky, eclipsing the Sun until they dropped with a supersonic barrage of punches, deepening the crater until it looked like a bottomless pit. The final punch caused a massive explosion of debris and smoke visible for miles.
After the commotion died down, a vast column of smoke rose into the air, signifying the aftermath of the brutal beatdown. In the end, Buzzwole couldn't help but feel pity for the creature at the bottom of the hole. What was he supposed to expect? For it to actually put up a decent fight?
Please.
He walked away from the site and continued his trek to the next city. Maybe when he got there, he'd use a bigger energy ball to wipe out the whole settlement in one fell swoop. That way, no one would repeat the foolishness of challenging him.
However, before Buzzwole could get far, he could hear the air behind him crackling and snapping. He thought nothing of it and chalked it up as noises from the fire around him. He resumed moving.
.
.
.
"Y'know, it's considered impolite to leave when you haven't finished the job!"
The words echoed throughout the massive hole, making Buzzwole widen his eyes and freeze in his spot. The next thing he heard was a flash before a constant stream of enormous, pure electrical energy flowed from the crater below into the heavens above. Buzzwole looked back at the pillar of light, and the sight nearly paralyzed him.
But he beat him! He pulverized that runt into mincemeat with his own two hands! How is he still moving?!
HOW!?
Through his pure confusion and shock, Buzzwole took notice of a yellow streak of lightning moving at hypersonic speeds toward him. The air around Pikachu's electricity field distorted as he closed in with a mighty punch. He had a manic look while significant energy surged into his cocked-back fist. Buzzwole had no time to react before the streak struck the muscular beast's face. A yellow shockwave of lightning poured out the other side of his face as he reeled at Pikachu's hit digging into his cheek, all while a smug, toothy grin lined the runt's face.
This Pokemon…
This insect…
It had actually managed to hurt him.
And it made him livid.
Buzzwole took this opportunity to grab onto Pikachu tightly. Now that the electric mouse was suspended in the air, he had nowhere to go. He decided to take this opportunity and squeeze the little powerhouse with both hands so hard it would tear this thing in half.
The sight would've been euphoric to him. Now, if only it actually happened…
"Something tells me you expected something else to happen." Pikachu sighed, feigning confusion. "Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes unexpected things happen."
Buzzwole stared wide-eyed.
There…
There's no way…
"I mean, you even said it yourself."
Pikachu made it evident that he was no longer faking by showing his now-signature grin.
"There's no point in fighting a losing battle."
With that, the muscular beast absolutely lost it.
Screw squeezing it to death. He had something infinitely better in mind.
In one swift motion, he tossed the yellow mouse to the ground with all the strength he could muster, causing another massive crater to form. Buzzwole jumped high into the sky, clasped his hands in front of him, and opened them as red-white energy began to pour into the middle.
"You damn brat! Who do you think you are, thinking you'll win against a being like me!" He yelled, raising his arms to the sky as the sinister power stockpiled. It grew so large it tainted the atmosphere around it with its color.
"With this attack, I'll send both you and the rest of this damn city to Hell!"
Pikachu, on the other hand, looked unimpressed and stared deadpan. Of course, he has a giant energy ball as a final attack. This guy was so obvious it physically hurt. Regarding motivations, he was only obsessed with showing his strength. It was the only plausible reason he had for destroying Vermillion. It was also why he used purely physical attacks.
Now, the roles had reversed themselves.
How unfair would it be for him not to respond in kind?
With that thought, the yellow mouse toned down the electricity completely and prepared a standard punch.
"Let's see you laugh this off! Damn insect!" He cried, sending the gigantic ball down toward the unfazed Electric-Type. It was coming in so heavily that it was causing multiple shockwaves on the ground that blew away anything they touched—all except Pikachu.
'Mustering all this energy to beat someone like me, huh… Must be embarrassing for you….'
With one great stride, he quickly leaped into the air at speeds faster than sound, leaving behind a significant indent in the ground and shockwaves that rivaled the ones generated by the thing in the sky. It wasn't until he got closer that he realized how much smaller he was compared to it.
This guy…
He really wanted to beat him, even going to the point of exerting himself, which he wouldn't usually do, just in hopes of landing a simple scratch on him.
…
Shame.
There was a specific message that your opponents got out of you being able to critically—hell, fatally injure them with one punch. It immediately told them, and anyone else present, that they were no match for you, no matter how hard they trained. In displaying that kind of strength, the intended message was clear, and it could break the spirit of even the most hardened warriors. It was the strength most Pokemon dedicate their entire lives to obtain even a fraction of it.
But…
It also came with a cost.
"Air Type."
A hardened air barrier surrounded the yellow mouse's fist as he prepared to punch.
"Mode Two."
As he reached the replacement Sun, he unhinged his fist and watched as it propelled toward the massive light source. The air around him bent to his will as his strike indented the ball. He grit his teeth as multiple flashes of the same punch appear around his arm with the same momentum and force, causing the red ball to stop immediately.
"Aerial Bombardment."
Buzzwole almost choked on air upon seeing rays of white light from his energy ball. The light increased until it became near blinding. At first, Pikachu thought he sent it back, which he intended to do before that thought was ripped from his brain via the entire thing exploding in a show of force and power that would make Legendaries like Zekrom proud. Pikachu stared wide-eyed at the fiery remains, disappointed.
"Alright, time to end this."
Buzzwole stared wide-eyed at the fiery remains, trembling and horrified. In an instant, that little runt had negated an attack with the proven capability to wipe a city off the map like it was nothing.
"No… How… There's no way… What kind of strength…?" He muttered to himself. His voice was no longer boastful, prideful, or full of itself. It was small, scared, and terrified.
Pikachu had effectively broken his spirit.
He could now go in for the final attack.
Buzzwole did not attempt to counterattack as the Electric-Type flashed right before him. Like Buzzwole, he clasped his hands together and opened them as energy rapidly poured into them. Electricity surrounded his form as it erratically moved in all directions, tearing the ground below him and splitting the clouds above him.
Godlike.
Buzzwole had no other words to describe the scene in front of him.
"Electric Type."
Suddenly, Pikachu sucked every bit of stray lightning as a barrier of that same energy formed around the medium-sized ball.
"Mode Five."
The entire area around them went quiet. It was like the atmosphere snuffed out completely, and time had stopped, patiently waiting for Pikachu to commit his attack.
"Discharge."
And the world went white.
A vast, powerful shower of electricity that far eclipsed his height erupted from his hands in a powerful display. Buzzwole was sure that if he could look behind him, he'd see an immense blast stretching past the horizon. He struggled to keep his composure as the total amount of energy immediately pushed him backward. He didn't believe it, but he was confident he could feel his skin peeling from the excess force.
It was like a beam from Arceus himself had struck him, and he was utterly powerless against it.
On the other hand, Pikachu was having the time of his life. He rarely got to let loose like this, and when he did, it was against some weak Shiny who gets vaporized from a simple Thunderbolt. It was almost insulting. It made him consider giving up this whole hero thing altogether.
So anyone could tell that if someone gave him a chance to let loose, he would most definitely lose a bit of control over his energy, and who could blame him? Someone had given him an outlet, and he made sure to use it to the fullest. It wasn't his fault that the punching bag couldn't take what it was made for and do its job.
Due to this, Pikachu didn't notice an extra bit of electricity leaking into his blast. This caused it to grow bigger and stronger, all unbeknownst to the yellow mouse, who was reveling in the moment.
The excess power proved fatal, as it vaporized Buzzwole near-instantly.
'No! This can't be… how it ends…! Defeated by… an inferior being….!'
As he reflected on his training, his last thoughts proved to be somber.
'Defeated by an… inferior being, huh… What would… Master… say…?'
And with that, he was gone.
Not even an atom remained as Pikachu's yellow blast died down. As he floated back down to the ground, he smiled contently. He hadn't had that much fun in a long time.
If more of whatever his opponent species was were guaranteed to show up, then the hero business was seeing more of him.
His eyes widened in shock as he realized what he had just said.
'Crap! I forgot to get his name!'
He then narrowed his eyes angrily.
'If only he weren't so damn prone to being pissed off….'
A circle of dust surrounded him as he landed. He looked around himself and winced at the destruction.
The ground was littered with craters from his fight, the biggest being the bottomless pit. What were once buildings had been reduced to pure rubble beyond repair. Pikachu's lightning and his adversary's energy balls had torn the ground to shreds. He looked at the ocean and realized it was refilling due to his chaotic Discharge. He had split the sea in half.
What had once been the beautiful coast side city of Vermillion was now destroyed beyond any hope of repair.
"I think… I had a little too much fun.