This story is kind of surreal. I fast fowarded the lives of all the characters fifty years in the future: I was surprised what results I got.
You'll either love this or hate this. -Coondog
ENTER ASH
"Ash."
Ash fingered his Pokeball, staring into the face of the enemy.
"Ash?"
The greatest Pokemon Master in the world prepares to capture the most powerful Pokemon in the world!
"Ash!"
"Go, Pikachu!" Ash yells, and lightning bolts bounce through the chamber!
"ASH!!"
Suddenly, Ash Ketchum becomes aware of many bewildered faces staring at him. The vision of the battle melted away to a restaurant scene. Several waiters and waitresses are looking at him angrily, and many other restaurant guests are looking confused.
"Honey?"
Then Ash realizes he is standing on top of the table, a still-warm roll in hand. One of his feet is covered in mashed potatoes, and his wife is sitting on a chair gazing up at him with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you okay? Do you need to reschedule your appointment with that psychiatrist?" She asks.
Ash lowers himself back onto the ground and slips into his chair. "I'm so sorry, Misty, I'm so sorry." He is aware that his cheeks are turning red, even though he could not see them.
His wife, Misty, nods in understanding and pushes her ruined plate away from her. "It's fine, Ash, but we've really got to get this shouting thing under control. We may be arrested for public disturbance."
Ash sighs. "What did I shout this time?" Misty does not reply for a second, and then she says, "You screamed 'Pikachu Go' at the top of your lungs."
Ash cringes and put the roll back on the plate. He then became aware of something in his pocket. He reaches into it and feels a jewelry store style ring box. Then, he remembers. It was Misty's and his fortieth anniversary, and he was going to surprise her with a twenty-carat gold ring for the occasion.
Misty must have seen the look on his face and misinterpreted it. She obviously thought he had just realized he had no Pokeballs. "Sweetie, your imaginary friends aren't here right now, okay? Just enjoy yourself."
Ash nods and kicks up the conversation. Both enjoy themselves thoroughly. By the end of the dinner, Ash was sad. The end had come so fast, and he had been having a wonderful time.
He pays the bill and sauntered out to the car. He was pleasantly content as he turned the keys in the ignition and drove home. He has to make absolutely sure Charzard was not eating Snorlax, and he had to feed Pikachu.
He is relieved when he finally reached home. He slides out of the car and trotted up to the door and opened it.
He gets inside and hangs his coat up on the coatrack just inside the door. He has just realized that his Pokemon were absent, and that was weird. They usually did not disappear like this.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Honey, oh love of my life?" It was Misty. "I live with you. Are you sure you don't need that therapist back?"