After I died, I just knew right away that it was over. End of the road. I was at peace…

For all of 15 seconds, before I felt something grab onto what must be my soul and throw me, it feels like I am being thrown like a baseball and launched from the hand of a professional player, after a moment I feel my spiritual mass be grabbed by something and then with a *Twist* I can feel my soul get molded like clay and forced into a new shape, I can feel parts of me slowly scrape away, it isn't as painful as it sounds or at all really, but I feel a little bit 'less' than before. like something is missing, they must have noticed I was still aware because after that I fall asleep, or whatever the equivalent for a soul is.

For a while I rest, and it feels so nice, like laying down after a long day of working hard and feeling the stress leak out of you~ Its a very pleasant experience while it lasts.

Slowly I start to wake up… I feel weird, my head is all fuzzy and sleepy still, like I just woke up from the best night of sleep I have ever had. After a moment I open my eyes and my first thought is-

"Wow its dusty in here." I giggle a little to myself, I start to slink across the floor a little as I think to myself and hum a random tune to myself.

My head feels a lot more clear but still a little fuzzy after the first few moments. I feel very carefree and giggly. Its like someone is tapping the dopamine button in my brain all the time, not in a bad way, I just feel happy and giggly.

As I slide across the floor I start to look around a bit. I notice that I must be in an attic somewhere, the ceiling is very corner shaped and there is a large window on one end of the room, sitting around me are a large box, filled with what looks like someone's toys from when they were a kid and furniture covered in white cloth sheets, as I glance at the sheets I suddenly feel naked, like the world is looking down at me and cringing at me all at once and I am just totally exposed.

Quickly a black claw is flung out of my body and wraps itself around my form, I shiver and feel cold still, its like I am covering myself with a chilly wet towel that is only covering my privates rather than a set of clothes but it will have to do. I wrap myself up as best as I can, my amorphous body doing its best to try and stay under the cover I have made for myself. I whimper a little bit like a kicked dog, tearing some little eye holes in the sheet for myself with one of my claws that quickly pops out of my body and does it from the outside.

I don't know where a lot of these thoughts are coming from and its a little concerning. What are clothes? Why do I know what a chair is? What the heck is dopamine? Why can I accurately describe an attic? These things are mildly concerning, but whats more important, more important than anything else, is "What the heck is a Pikachu and who do they think they are looking so cute!? …Can I be that cute?"

Alternate title:

Pikachu!? I am your biggest fan and I hate you!

AN: This is a fanfiction that I am just starting out with, I don't exactly have a consistent schedule at all right now, I will hopefully continue to write this, but this is something I wanted to do because I feel that there are not enough books from the Pokémon's perspective on the site, the book will be rated T for now, it could go up to an M later for safety but I am not sure yet.

Please review and let me know your thoughts :) I am always happy to hear ideas too for where I could take this. Currently I have a very vague idea of what I want to do, but I will probably need some help so I don't end up needing to do a rewrite if this ends up being something I enjoy doing.