Underleague

Chapter 39

Author Notes: Chapter 39...how long have i been doing this story?

Sen: Do you wanna know? I don't wanna know!

Jin: Give me a sec...

Sen: What?! Jin-NO!

Jin: September 11th 2016

Sen: Ack! *Braces for explosion*

Mako: 4 Years? *Sighs* I do not own Pokemon or Underleague.

Jin: Mako? Are you ok?

Mako: No...

Sen: Cheer up Mako!

Mako: No *cries* I haven't even reached 1/3rd of the story yet!

3rd P.O.V

Bergmite the ice chunk pokemon and the pre evolved form of Avalugg. These pokemon live in freezing terrains, moving in herds by riding on the back of the older, stronger Avaluggs. Any cracks in its icy shield are repaired with the cold air.

That was what the pokedex entry stated, but no amount of freezing temps was going to fix this. "Ok little buddy, keep our patient steady." Frisk bit her lip but nodded, tightening her grip just a tad more. The little ice pokemon whined but for the most part kept still.

Allowing Max to carefully glue the ice horn back into place with very little issue. "There...all set!" It was a relief to them all when the broken piece was returned to its proper spot. Especially considering the day they've had. "Chansey get this bergmite to rest in room 4. The glue has to freeze and set for a few hours."

Chansey the egg pokemon and the evolved form of Happiny. A pokemon considered to bring happiness, usually carrying nutritious eggs and giving them to the injured. Making them by nature excellent nurses.

The pokenurse wasn't kidding when he said they were going to be busy as combees. Pokemon after pokemon were brought in and checked out. Their little ice chunk friend was actually the easiest to handle compared to their other patients.

"Take a breather Frisk." She definitely earned it with all the running around she was doing for all these poor patients. Max was extremely grateful for her help, he could only hope the afternoon volunteers were at least half as useful.

"Is it ok if I go sit in the lobby?" At this rate Max would give her free reign of the center, but he simply nodded. "Go for it. I'm gonna grab us some food from the back." With bright eyes Frisk made her way into the front of the building, sitting on one of the plush couches with a sigh.

Immediately Eve and Pikaboo hopped up with her for some much desired pets and cuddles. Her mimikyu especially looking sad as she slumped against the small girl. "It'll be ok Pikaboo." A small whine escaped the ghost/fairy type but otherwise remained quiet, rubbing her head against Frisk's side.

Eve chirped as she headbutted her poke-friend gently. "Trying to lift her spirits Eve?" The little brunette chuckled at her own joke. Making a mental note to tell Sans when she next sees him. But...that little thought dampened her own mood slightly as she remembers the argument with her mom.

"Please Frisk, don't argue with me on this." Both mother and daughter were frowning heavily at one another. "Pikaboo's my pokemon mom. If anyone is going to be able to help her it's me. That's what being a trainer means right?" Toriel sighs as she rubs her tired face.

It seems she taught Frisk a tad too well before her underleague journey. "Yes Frisk, but sometimes it's just not enough. Sometimes pokemon need professional help, like how us humans need a doctor or a counselor. Pikaboo at the moment is too unstable and dangerous for you to raise."

At that last sentence the young trainer scowled, crossing her arms. No matter what she was NOT going to let her mother talk her out of keeping Pikaboo and helping her with her fit. Especially since her friend has been really depressed since she calmed down.

Not to mention the argument being raised against her was weak at best. Despite her age, Frisk wasn't stupid. A tad naïve and ignorant yes, but not stupid. Toriel, her adopted mother and teacher of all people should know that.

"Her being 'unstable or dangerous' is not a good reason mom. Both here and up on the surface kids as young as me(sometime younger) go off and capture creatures that can electrocute us, set us on fire, the list goes on. Have you read some of these dex entries? At least Pikaboo didn't mean doing what she did."

A sigh released from Toriel as she pinched her nose. Why are all of her children so stubborn? She recalled Chara being like this as well, it frustrated her back then and it most definitely frustrated her now.

The fact that the ten year old standing tall and determined before her had some very good points. And now Toriel couldn't even tell Frisk to give up on her journey with how dangerous it is simply because it was her who pushed the child to taking it in the first place.

She would sound like the largest hypocrite in the entire Underground with the fact that she sent her other two when they were Frisk's age. For once the elder woman had no good rebuttals against such an important argument. Still she couldn't let this matter drop.

"Frisk, we don't know what happened to Pikaboo to cause such intense, hostile behavior. People and pokemon both have gotten hurt because of her. She is not safe to train. I do not want you handling her right now. If she acts up-you can be the one wound up in the hospital!"

With narrowed eyes Toriel puts her foot down. She didn't want to interfere in her adopted daughters' training like this, but it's clear to her that this cannot go on. This discussion is over. "Tomorrow you will give me Pikaboo's pokeball and I will take care of her in your stead."

Early that next morning, today, Frisk left. Taking her supplies, her pokemon, and a heart filled with determination to protect Pikaboo as well as help the poor pokemon that got hurt during her battle with Robin.

As soon as she finished helping Max she was continuing her journey alone. Or at least until she made it to Undyne's house. Her mind was made up on the matter as she recalled what the violent red head said to her last time they spoke.

"Alright then." Clapping her hands, she stood. "We'll call a truce for now. When you finally reach me, we'll train, and you'll beat that phobia of yours outta existence. I'll help you out, but get that it doesn't mean we're friends or anything...you got that?"

Granted back then the officer had been talking about Frisk's phobia of bear pokemon, but well...if the ten year old wanted to help her pokemon, she had to work just as hard herself at her own problems. Still...she wasn't even sure if the eyepatch wearing woman WOULD even accept her request.

There were a lot of what ifs to her plan. "I don't even have her number..." She wouldn't be surprised if Sans or someone from the house were already on their way to drag her home for the lecture of a lifetime. A small hum escapes the trainer as she pets her two companions.

"You look like something's on your mind." Frisk startles from her seat as someone sits next to her. Giving a wide, curious smile. "Y-yeah." The stranger pursed her lips for a moment, analyzing the child from head to toe.

Not at all put off or even seemingly affected by Frisk's nervous demeanor. "So what's got a little squirt like you down in the dumps. Your pokemon hurt?" Immediately her response is a passionate head shake. "No. My pokemon are fine. it's just...well. I got into an argument with my mom."

Frisk reluctantly glances up, finding the young lady still looking at her, silently waiting for her to continue. The rookie trainer wasn't sure why, but she felt she could trust this person. At the very least, she was willing to listen to her worries and concerns.

"My mimikyu Pikaboo here had...what my mom called a terrible reaction during an important battle and went crazy. She wouldn't listen to me and started attacking everything around her. Mom says that Pikaboo is too dangerous to have. And wants to take her away."

The pokemon in rags cuddles further in Frisk's embrace. Seeking the warmth and love being happily provided. Despite her pokedex entry and appearance, the tiny creature was super affectionate and sweet.

One simply can't judge a book by it's cover. "I want to find out why Pikaboo acted the way she did and help her. But mom wasn't happy with me having her and said she's train her instead. I know she means well but I...didn't want to be separated from her. So I left home for the moment."

She didn't emphasize further. Fearing if she said too much this lady would take her right back to Sans and Papyrus's house. In general Frisk was already paranoid thinking she already went too far in explaining herself.

But it was fine right? She didn't say she was Toriel's adopted daughter. Still the silence was making her nervous. This was the first time the rookie trainer ever dared to do something so...disobedient. And a sense of fear trickled through her mind, only to turn into confusion as her companion spoke.

"You know...there's something called PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's an ailment when someone has undergone something really bad or scary. They tend to have those horrible memories of the incident return to them when triggered." Frisk looked up, wide eyed.

That wasn't what she was expecting at all. "Do you think Pikaboo has that?" The teen shrugs her shoulders. "Possibly? I mean if humans can get it, why not pokemon? All it takes is a scary or traumatizing situation and the person not handling it well. I'd say your mimikyu's reaction fits the bill."

It did. And that brought forth hope. "Then that means you know how to help right? You can cure her?!" This was great! If this stranger could tell her what to do then her mom won't have a reason to try and take Pikaboo from her.

"Sorry. But it's not that easy." Of course it isn't. Frisk deflates as the truthful statement shatters her naïve optimism as fast as it first blooms in her chest. "Why? If you know what it is then that means you should know how to fix it." A small chuckle is formed as a pale hand ruffles Frisks hair.

Making the ten year old pout as she tries to push the somehow heavy palm away. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Different people with PTSD react differently to their issues. So there's no specific cure to heal them." Both girls wished it was that easy.

Despite that, Frisk refused to give up so easily. And the individual sitting next to her took note of it almost instantly. Her lips quirking at the reaction. "I will say your mom taking her away won't help the problem whatsoever. You were right to fight for her." The ten year old blushed, hiding her smile behind her pokemon.

"I...have a fear of bear pokemon. When i left my town I went to start my pokemon journey only to get chased by an ursarang up until I fell down here. I'm doing my underleague challenge because of that, but i'm still scared." A hum escaped Frisk's companion.

She didn't have any sort of experience similar to the kid, but she was sympathetic all the same. At the very least Frisk's luck was ten times worse then hers. "Sounds like you got issues just like your pokemon. Got any plans to fix that?" Well this person seemed to be taking all of the information well so far.

What's the point of trying to hide her potential plans? It's not like she was revealing names. The rookie just had to be vague. "There's a gym leader that promised I could get stronger with her so I can defeat my phobia. I was hoping to ask her for advice and training earlier then planned."

Despite her best efforts the woman knew exactly who Frisk was referring too. Still, she played along. "Well, what's stopping you? That's what you were mumbling to yourself when I came in right?" All the brunette got was a hesitant nod.

"My mom wouldn't approve of it. In general her and the gym leader are on bad terms. And I have no way of contacting her in advance to ask." A snort escapes Frisk's new acquaintance.

Completely amused with the child's polite, meek thoughts. It reminded her of her own challenge. Or rather her traveling companion's personality. Not that he's changed in that department. Once a crybaby, always a crybaby.

"So don't ask. If this gym leader promised, just tell her you want a head start. And forget your mom. I get her concern, but the underleague is a challenge for a reason. Kids are sent off to get experience in the real world and gain independence. She can't boss you around forever, especially if she gave permission to let you leave in the first place."

That...made a lot of sense. And it only confirmed the thoughts that the ten year old had been thinking since the moment she left Sans and Papyrus's house earlier this morning were important. That she wasn't being naïve or ignoring the responsibility both her and Pikaboo had to do better to prevent a repeat.

Still, before that there was one last thing for her to do. "You're right! Thanks so much miss!" Huffing the teen rises from her seat, stretching her arms above her head. This wasn't how she was expecting her day to go...but she wouldn't say she would regret giving advice.

"No problem. I should probably get back to work. I was only supposed to drop off these boxes for Max before heading out." Immediately Frisk apologizes. She didn't mean to waste her time complaining about her problems.

Though her response is a simple head shake. "No skin off my nose kid. It's not like I can get in trouble for running late. Not unless I fire myself. I gotta go, later." A thought comes to mind as as Frisk stumbles off her seat. "W-wait! I never got your name! My names Frisk!"

The red eyed girl gave the child a little smirk as she glanced over her shoulder. "Sorry squirt. I don't give out my name till the third date at least. I'll probably see you around." With that she was gone, heading out of the center.

Leaving the ten year old pouting. But she didn't have time to dwell on the random stranger because Max came in. With a grin he brought two sandwiches and hot chocolates for them. "What's this?" His brows furrow in thought of the piled boxes in front of his desk.

to be continued

Author Notes: I finally got it done! Phew this was a much needed change in pace.

Sen: I don't believe it...we're getting out of Snowdin!?

Mako: At least for a little while lol.

Sen: Noooooooo!

Mako: *Shakes head* Well my friends that is it for now. Thank you so much for reading. If you like this series so far, please feel free to fav/follow/review. As we appreciate all the love and support we get for our series.

As much as I complain for not finishing, or it for having to spend so much time on working on it I do love writing this story. It makes me happy and motivated knowing others enjoy it as well. Seriously guys thank you. We'll see you next time. Tchao for now.