The Pikachu Project: Chronicles, Part One
The Domino Effect
(A continuation strictly off the happenings of Dr. William Craig)
Author's Notes: Wow... This took way longer than it should have. So, anyway, this next part is telling a bit more about Pikachu, and its thoughts on being captured.
Summary: After escaping its creator, Pikachu is being threatened with what it hates most: confinement.
The Pikachu Project
By: Tear22
Pikachu
Pikachu sprinted the streets of Pallet Town, its frayed tail batting heatedly as it silently dodged the wooden wheels of a cart that was lazily being pushed along the stone paved streets of the town's small market. It quickly took shelter under a small booth and upon doing so settled down unto a crinkled newspaper to wait for the person to pass.
The person that had been pushing the cart stopped walking and removed the large straw hat from his head, allowing for the harsh sun to glare down on his thick, graying hair. He looked around slightly but shrugged when he saw and heard nothing else, other than the childish laughter coming from the market's occupants as people continued with their shopping.
He continued on his way, and deciding against heading back to his Pokemon laboratory, began in the direction of Delia's house, figuring she was in need of some much desirable comfort after the recent loss of her fiancée.
It had become common knowledge that her partner had left her just a few days ago, and had disappeared in a terribly drunken state. According to rumor, however, he had given her a very sufficient amount of funds to support their only child, Ash, the one that had been born at least three years before either of them had even considered marrying each other.
Pikachu stuck its head out from under the deserted booth, and sighed in relief as it noticed that the man was leaving, the apples placed in his cart bouncing slightly as the wheels hit the stone ground impatiently.
Pikachu decided it was best to wait under the booth for the remainder of the day, becoming very impatient as the town's residents lingered in the market for more hours than it had expected. It settled back onto the soiled newspaper it had been laying on, angling its black tipped ears downward. Pikachu's ears sprang up, however, when it noticed what was plastered on the newspaper.
Depicted on the newspaper was an image of itself, looking much angrier than usual. Pikachu wasn't aware that it had attracted so much attention, and had spent its time since its escape trying to do just the opposite. Pikachu never was fully able to understand human emotions, and wondered how they were allowing themselves to become so angry at it so quickly. Sure, Pikachu admitted to possibly ruining a few windows with a thundershock attack, and it had even stole some scraps of food, but nothing it thought was unfixable or worth of such aggravation.
Pikachu considered it best to continue on to the surrounding routes that were located directly outside of the town. It began running out of the market, the string of flickering lights that were woven skillfully against the booths' roofs guiding it as it went.
By the time Pikachu had reached the route it had intended, the moon's light was glaring through the dieing blades of tall grass that surrounded it. The electric rodent lowered its pointed tail protectively under its small body, allowing for the soft chirping of the route's bug Pokemon inhabitants to drift it off into a dreamless sleep.
It woke the next morning to the soft rustling coming from the tall patches of grass. With a swift flick of its ears, Pikachu stood up and willingly allowed several sparks to emit from its crimson cheeks as the surrounding grass was parted and then revealed an older man.
The man in question looked quite pleased with himself, and the lab coat hanging insecurely off his shoulders blew slightly as the morning wind picked up and died again. He removed a Pokeball from the gray belt strapped loosely off his hips, and Pikachu noticed that it displayed a yellow lightning bolt on the red portion of the capsule.
Pikachu backed away slightly, digging its small, sharp claws into the damp ground as it did so. With a slight snarl on its face, Pikachu released a small amount of static electricity in order to knock the Pokeball from the human's hand.
The Pokeball flew several feet and landed with a small crack on the ground, but was inevitably protected from unwillingly opening by the dieing yet somewhat soft blades of grass protruding from the dirt ground.
The man swiftly went after the Pokeball, and Pikachu took this as the perfect time to escape. It had managed to get several feet away from the human, but was stopped when it found that several hard feathers were colliding with its back. Pikachu turned around to face a Spearow, which had obviously been just released by the human.
Pikachu growled deeply in the back of its throat and once again released a thundershock attack in an attempt to shut the bird Pokemon up, which had been emitting a series of screeches as it started to dive in for another attack.
Seeing that it was about to get shocked, the Spearow tilted its wings upward so that it allowed for it to immediately rise back up into the air. This caused Pikachu's attack to miss, and in the brief moment that it was bewildered, the Pokemon dived down again and struck the rodent with its hardened wings. The force in the attack produced the right amount of air under the bird's wings so that it was jolted up in the air again with ease.
"That's the way, Spearow!" Pikachu heard the man call to his Pokemon as it gracefully landed on his shoulder and slightly dug its sharp talons into the human's covered skin affectionately.
Pikachu attempted to get up but found that it was having a hard time standing, feeling that the fatigue of eating nothing but small scraps of food finally had set in.
It had traveled, after all, quite a long distance after it had escaped from that other human. And now, as the older person stood near it with a look of triumph as he raised an enlarged Pokeball in his hands, Pikachu simply wished it hadn't left the other human at all.
Pikachu felt the cold metal of the Pokeball hit its fur covered skin, and with a small cry of joy from the man, was imprisoned in the capsule as the ball shook on the ground slightly. Itthen finished swerving as it gave off a resounding click.
This, by all means, was a much worse place than the cage the electric rodent had been forced to stay in previously.
Professor Oak stepped over to the Pokeball, allowing for his light brown boots to flatten the wilting blades of grass as he went. With an appearance of extreme satisfaction, he picked up the capsule, strapped it to the remaining frayed hook of his belt, and continued back to his lab, the Pokemon located in the ball shifting its cramped position all the way.
Yay. Two more of these left, and then hopefully some side stories. The next one will feature Ash, and his thoughts on Pikachu when he first gets it, and about his missing father. Then on to Jessie and James' side of the story! Woo.
Thanks to everyone that has stuck around for so long. I really love you all.
Till Next Time,
Tear22