Chapter 7: In Which There Are No Phanpies Whatsoever

The boat docked some hours later, and Brock, Misty, Tracy, Ash, and Brynna got off.

"Hey, where's Pikachu?" said Ash, looking around.

"Pika (Right here)," said Pikachu invisibly. "Pika chu pi pika chu (Which reminds me to tell you that I'm sick of being treated as though I'm not here just because I'm invisible half the time.)"

"It looks annoyed," said Ash. "I wonder what it said?"

"I think it's saying that it's tired of being treated as though it isn't here just because it's invisible," translated Brock.

Everyone looked at him in bewilderment. That was Brock for you- you'd think he was a complete idiot, and then he'd say something that you'd never expect him, or anyone for that matter, to know.

"Pika pika. Pi chu pi pikachu pi (Oh, and by the way, I'm not an 'it', I'm a 'he'. I'm a Pokémon, not a thing. Which brings me to my next point. I'm sick of being treated like a... an accessory for Ash. I sit on his head, I get off his head, I follow him, he carries me around. I want a bigger and better part in this story. Do you hear me, you stupid author?)"

"What'd it say that time?"

"It said that it's a 'he', not an 'it'... and after that there was more, but I couldn't quite catch it. Something about not being your accessory."

((Wait... I didn't write that part. I swear I didn't write that part.))

"Pika pi pika! Chu ka! (Of course you didn't! I did!)"

((What? You can't write anything! How can you possibly be controlling this story? You're just a character, a figment of my imagination!

Secret Nintendo Agents appear out of nowhere and drag the author away.

Wait... what's going on? What'd I do?

She reappears some time later, looking rather the worse for the wear.

...I didn't invent Pokémon, okay? Pikachu is the figment of someone else's imagination. But I expect you're smart enough to know that Pokémon was not created by a teenaged (American) girl with too much time on her hands.))

"Pika pika ka? (What was that about?)"

((...you don't wanna know.))

"Hey, I wonder who Pikachu's talking to?" said Ash.

"Yeah, there's nobody there," said Brock. "That's really strange..."

"Pika pi, chu pika ka pi chu. (Okay, I'm going to be running this story now, and there are going to be some changes around here.)"

((What?

The author watches in terror as the keyboard is wrested from her by a little yellow electric rodent thing.

Hey, how did you get into my room?))

Pika pika chu. Chu pika, ka pikachu pi. Pi chu, pika Pikachu chu pika pi. Pikapika pikachu chu ka.

((Come on, Pikachu, no one's going to understand that. You had better let me- Pikachu begins writing in English. ...whoa...))

"You've saved the day, Pikachu!" everyone cried. "You're our hero!" And they all bowed before-

((GIVE ME BACK MY STORY, YOU STUPID YELLOW MOUSE!!!!

The author leaps across the room... well, tries to, anyway... falls on her face, gets back up, then leaps across the rest of the room and tackles Pikachu, accidentally turning her computer off in the process.))

Pikachu pi pika... ka pi. Chu pika pi chu ka chu pika ka? (Please review... or else. Wasn't this the best chapter yet?)