Ash starts to ease himself awake. He had been sleeping with his mouth over the edge of the hollow's opening as if he were biting the tree bark. He had drooled on it. His upper body, resting against the inner bark of the tree. He seems confused for a minute.. and thought he might have fallen asleep behind a tree at one of their camp sites. But as he starts to think of where that possibly was it suddenly rushes back to him with a glance down the, what looked to be a, seventy foot drop to the forest floor from the nest he resided in. He was in a Pokémon's den ; Beedrill's. He must have fallen asleep or something to that effect.
Ash starts to pick himself up off of the floor but his foot slides all over. This startles him. He goes to back up but falls over. Landing in a sitting position on the floor. A little dizzy, he blinks and looks down at his prosthetic legs. They're busted, broken all over the floor of the hollow in several pieces and a couple dozen little fragments. The way they were cut up made it look as though they'd broken like glass.
"Waah..! Not the legs..!" Ash cried as he sorted through the pieces on the floor frantically. Not so much sorting, or collecting, as just flailing his fingers through the remains.
He looks up to see Beedrill with a shard of the black prosthetic in it's small triangular mouth.
"Beedrill..! You can't eat people's legs..! That's enough, my friends and family put a lot of money into those. You better find a way to make it up to them!" The boy began to lose his patience with the particularly unstable Beedrill. He stayed angry at the bug for several more minutes until he gave up and began picking up the pieces, placing them in the palm of one hand so he could try to take them back to his friends later to be repaired if at all possible.
He knew the bug would have no reply so there was no use even bothering. He finished picking up the pieces and stared at them. "Gee, if I had my backpack with me I could try and catch you then I wouldn't have to worry about you chewing up my stuff.."
He tucked the pieces into his gold hemmed jacket pocket and began undoing the half busted legs from where they strapped to what remained of his legs. Placing them aside, he went to glance out the tree trunk for his friends.
Suddenly, the thought "What if they missed me..?" shot through his head. He quickly scrambled to the opening of the tree trunk and reached up.. only to realize that now he was a half a foot too short to see out of it. His fake legs made up almost half of his already short stature.
He grabs the edge of the opening with his hand and reaches up with the other, waving over the hollow opening as if he could flag down someone on the ground. But he was so high up no one could have seen him if they were purposely looking anyway. Which, technically, no one was.
Brock, Misty, Togepi, and Pikachu had left their camp as was in case Ash came back to it. They had ventured back to Goldenrod and could not find the Police department so instead, had ventured into the subway station to contact one of the officers there. They explained the case of their missing friend to the male officer, who wore a similar outfit to the more famous Officer Jenny. There was always an Officer at the Subway station controlling the flow of passengers through Kanto, and of course, to scan luggage with machines such as item finders and with their Growlithe's keen sense of smell.
Misty and Brock wanted to contact Officer Jenny about their missing friend. He got kidnapped by a wild Pokémon about five hours ago ; earlier that morning. But they were informed that if they brought it up as a Missing Persons report they would need to have been missing for over twenty four hours. And that they would have to be absolutely sure of the incident they saw before the Police would even be willing to investigate the "Pokémon attack."
They were given a warning however. "If it turns out this is a joke or a prank pulled on the city Police, which are paid by tax payers, they would be required to pay back the debt they caused as well as an extra fee for wasting the valuable time of the Police"
Misty stamps her foot down, looking up at the Police Officer "Everyone seems to think we're just pulling pranks around here! Our friend could be in trouble!"
"Take it up town" said the Police Officer as he pointed them toward the city Police Department.
Ash's stomach started to cramp up. He hadn't had a chance to eat any of his breakfast that day and the amount of energy he put out on a daily basis had his body used to big meals, frequent snacking and the like. Brock always made the best breakfasts too. He believed they were the most important meal of the day. Especially for young children who needed the energy. He was really hungry. He couldn't believe he missed out on Brock's cooking of all things.
He sits back down and scoots over beside his busted legs. Sighing, he looks over at Beedrill while it drops the piece of metal from it's mouth and goes back to building it's comb.
"Hey, Mister Beedrill. I'm sorry I yelled at you. Listen, I'm really hungry. My friends were making breakfast for me but I never got the chance to eat any of it. Could you maybe take me back?"
Beedrill lifted it's head and stared at the boy..
"WWhhAhh! Not to say that watching you build your home isn't interesting too. I think you're pretty good at it. I'm just hungry is all..."
Beedrill's antennae twitched and it went back to what it was doing.
He glares boredly at the insect that now seemed to be ignoring him. He was always able to speak to Pokémon. There's never been one he hadn't gotten through to. Not even his disobedient Charizard. He managed to on several occasions, explain to even THAT thick headed of a Pokémon, some of the most complex battle maneuvers he'd ever used. What was wrong with this Pokémon that it couldn't seem to understand him? Wild Pokémon, even though they'd never heard human speech before, perhaps, understood everything he said. He didn't realize of course that this was because he speaks telepathically to Pokémon via his unusual aura ; A talent he's used numerous times before and has been shown to be capable of this.. but he, himself, never fully understood this. All he knew was that something about this Pokémon was 'off.' It was either purposely ignoring him or was incapable of hearing him out.
The Beedrill finished it's first comb and then headed away, crawling out of the tree and flying off in another direction.
"Hey...! Beedrill! Where're you going?..!" He hollered as the creature left. Sitting forward to try and see where it might be going, he didn't catch any sight of it after it left the nest. "AaAAH!" The boy cried out in pain as the cramps in his stomach got worse. It was something akin to hunger and being kneed in the stomach at the same time. He wraps both arms around his stomach and winces hard. Pushing the pain to the back of his conscience. He takes in a long shaky breath and opens one eye.
Desperate to find something to eat, he slowly laid himself down on his stomach and sat up on his arms. Pulling himself across the floor toward what appeared to be a Chesto nut lying in the dirt and sediment on the floor. He dug out the bitter, rock hard nut and brushed it off. Biting down on it harder than he perhaps should of, he finds out a bit too late that it's not very pleasant on the teeth.
He throws the Chesto nut and reaches up to cover his mouth. After a moment or two, he realizes it is his only snack at the moment.. so he crawls after it again. Reaching over a grayish pile of hardened mush that looked like some sort of clay, he almost could grab the nut. It's JUST out of his reach. He inches forward a little bit, walking on his elbows and lower arms. Reaching further, he snatches it. But his elbow sinks.
His eyes widen as his elbow falls into a liquid of some sort. Quickly pulling himself back up into a sitting position with his left arm and his eight inch nubs. He raises his arm to watch the golden bronze coloured honey run thick, almost in slow motion, off of his elbow. He looks down at the grayish clay-like paste on one half of the hive. Realizing that it's wax. There are more combs underneath full of honey.
His abdomen, hurting worse, it felt like his stomach was tore in knots. He inches forward a little more and begins digging through the thin layer of wax. His eyes lighting up when he sees it.
"Mister Beedrill sure makes a lot of food for only one Pokémon. .. I'm sure he won't mind if I just have a `little' taste.." He talked to himself with a thin smile plastered on his features. Scooping his finger through the honey. He tastes it, and luckily for him, it's the finished recipe.
It had been capped off and stored for later. It had since undergone all it's aging and caramelization. Sitting here, it's sugar had been oxidizing and becoming thicker, sweeter, and readier for harvest. It couldn't be a poor snack to be had. With a couple tastes Ash switched to a large guilty grin with sweat-drop included. A taste wasn't enough and the hungry boy dug his whole hand in.
"I've just GOT to tell Mister Beedrill how good he can cook~! Maybe Brock has competition~" With that, a large mental sappy movie production commenced in his head as he sucked the honey from his hand. He and his Beedrill together, fighting battles, eating honey, torturing Misty. Brock and Beedrill in a food fight.. and then it got silly and off topic. But the general concept was the same. Ash smiled and looked down at the honey. He wanted to own this Pokémon.
Ash had eaten until the Beedrill returned. And he was surprised to see the Beedrill didn't mind he'd eaten some of it's food. He watched Beedrill go back to setting up it's nest. The cones were all about seven inches deep now, and covered the majority of the floor. Ash was fascinated with how quickly the Beedrill worked. But it had started to get late outside and Ash was growing sleepy. He was waiting patiently for his escape. He figured since Beedrill left last time for so long it had to have landed somewhere in all that. His plan was to grab onto Beedrill next time it escapes the nest, and if not then, the time after that. He would try whenever Beedrill left to get a ride back to the ground somewhere. Then he could go to the nearest city and find his friends. They're probably there. But it was worrying him as to why Notcowl hadn't returned yet. It had been a whole day since he was air lifted from his and his friends' picnic.
.. Maybe since Noctowl's nocturnal it's asleep right now, and it'll show up during the night. He then challenged himself to stay up until morning again... but watching the dull work of Beedrill crafting, he drifted to sleep.
Officer Jenny screams into her loud speaker. Barking commands at all of her identical underling male officers. They searched the forest with Growlithe but the scent had long dissipated by now. It was no doubt that the wind that carried it. The only remaining scent was blown so far off course it lead the Growlithe in circles. They continued to show the Growlithe Ash's backpack in hopes refreshing the scent would help, but it had simply been too long and the boy was carried too high above ground. The scent fell hundreds of yards, at least, away from where it started.. in only the first few minutes the boy was carried.
They tried something else instead. Bringing in a famous Persian who was said to be capable of sniffing out even the finest hair of a Beedrill's body from over a mile away! It was famed for finding Beedrill nests in people's attics in large cities. These were either extreme exaggerations or this was their only shot at finding whatever nest might have evidence of where Ash went.
In their minds, they weren't envisioning a boy being held up in a Beedrill's nest like an adopted baby bird. This was silliness. He was most likely dropped somewhere and if so, his body would have to be found somewhere, Jenny stated.
Misty stares at the woman "What do you mean 'body'?"
Jenny bursts into a loud obnoxious chuckle right into the loud speaker that ends in a loud squeal. "DID I SAY BODY? I MEANT PRESENCE.. OR SCENT. YEAH I MEANT SCENT. DON'T CHA' WORRY KIDS. WE'LL FIND YOUR FRIEND SAFE AND SOUND."
Everyone, bent sideways and wind blown from the loud speaker.
She lowers the speaker to her waist but she, herself, is almost as loud as the speaker was. The girl had no handle on her own volume ; it was just how she was... "BESIDES. IT'S NOT RIGHT TO ASSUME ANYTHING YET. IT'S ONLY BEEN A DAY. WE HAVE WEEKS AND WEEKS TO LOOK BEFORE HE'LL EVEN GET HUNGRY. DON' WORRY ABOUT IT!"
"Hhuaa?" Jenny blinks and looks over to see Brock holding her hand out of nowhere. He suddenly begins mimicking her powerful, leaderly voice, "YES, OFFICER JENNY. YOU ALWAYS KNOW ALL THE BEST THINGS TO SAY IN EVEN THE MOST HOPELESS OF SITUATIONS. I TRUST NOT ONLY MY FRIENDS' LIFE TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL, GRACEFUL, AND YET POWERFUL HANDS. BUT TO YOU, MY DARLING, I ALSO ENTRUST MY HEART..!" He smeared his face up and down the length of her arm like a Meowth scent marking a tree. Jenny raised her arm and furrow her brow at the man. She then waggled it uncomfortably. "UHM... YEeah.. THAT's nice." She smiled nervously.
Misty hit Brock with the loud speaker and then politely handed it back to Jenny as it made yet another loud squeal. Misty brushed her hands off and grabbed Brock up by the ear, pulling him away from the woman. "Brock, this is serious. Save your face for the next Jenny's arm."
"But... no Jenny has.. ever been this beautiful to me... I can see it now with my own two eyes, our life of fighting crime together... ah... - ow.." He said as he was drug across the ground by his earlobe.
