Chip On My Shoulder
Chapter 1: The wild Chip 'Fainted'!
The young trainer, fresh little bug catcher. New on his journey. Was seen silently weeping, terrible shaking sobs as the child crouched, hiding in a bush. Deep in Viridian Forest. The air was foggy on the pale night, ghostly cackling rang loudly on the air. A shadow zipped by, a small purple blur. Red eyes trailing along with the violet blip in the poor childs' vision.
The blur came hurtling back, detecting the misery. The sobs, the salty tears the child had output from the onset of terror that the vile shade wrought. Rendered young Chip utterly paralyzed, though that might've been the usage of Lick...
Chip, in his utter fear pondered, his mind distracting him from his fate. He was a good kid he thought. His mom had given some of her precious savings to give him the pokeball with which he recently caught his Weedle. How could this have happened? Was it just fate, destined to die at the hands of this monstrosity, fresh on his journey? He felt saddened, truly an unfortunate turn of events.
As his rambling went on at the speed of thought. It had arrived. Chip, both his mind and body froze, the shaking turned to a mere tremble, and his thoughts stopped racing. Settling on but one emotion. Terror.
The Gengar. Small and diminutive though it was, it seemed to loom over the child, if not in form, then in presence. A terrible dread was felt by Chip, it was the same dread which spawns from all prey animal. The primal fear life holds toward death, for that is what this was. Death. Certain as the seasons passing. Unceasingly marching toward Chip.
The Gengar seemed to know this as well. That ever infamous malicious grin splitting its face unnaturally, seeming to stretch, wringing the purple flesh until it was taut against the ghost. Chip felt a tugging sensation, their shadow, as though with a will entirely wholly to itself. Sprung forth, sprinting to the Gengar. As it did, Chip felt weak, as wavering as his own stolen shadow. His taken spirit. He felt cold, so cold. The Gengar cackled maniacally. The sound caused some Pidgey to flee, away from the monster, the scourge.
When on that dreadful night, that Chip did not return, were search parties made. Upon finding the body. Mere hours after the event. ectoplasm still leaking from the body, as it had been drained of its fleeting vitality by Gengar. Did the parents of Chip, and the close community of Pallet town mourn the young soul fallen on that fateful night. Calling the law enforcement, The Pokemon League.
The League presence, once it found that it was a Gengar who killed the child, sent an Ace Trainer down to eliminate the invasive ghost before it harmed the local ecosystem of Viridian Forest or any human life further. The Gengar was swiftly felled, overwhelmed by the trainers' elite pokemon, news outlets covered the tragedy briefly, the League put out a statement, but in the end, the only ones who truly cared were his own parents, and that small town of Pallet...
-An unknown amount of time passed-
With a gasp, Chip awoke in what felt like a void. Where was he? Was this... The afterlife? Around the emptiness, was a great black and red bird that loomed over him, so too did a beautiful stag stand near, right by the menacing avian. Both were emanating the aura that could only come from that which was truly of divine presence. The bird with an aura of certainty, of death. Contrary to the Stag and its vital gleam, the white glow of life upon its antlers. If Chip squinted, he thought that maybe he could make out what looked like trees, and a wonderful looking forest through the lively light. While he gazed into it. He felt drawn to it. His spiritual form, reformed, changed. He briefly saw his appearance before he vanished entirely, he looked like some kind of pokemon, his memories of his death grew fuzzy, and he seemed to forget much of what it was that made Chip Chip, he felt his consciousness fade, and so Chip moved to new horizons, memories sealed off, and a way to finally go on the adventure he could never take beyond those first and last fateful steps into that gloomy forest.
-Author's Note-
My muse demanded this, so here I am at 2:00 AM, writing in a frenzy. Decided to try to write something vaguely more serious then my usual 500 some word joke tiny stories. Hopefully it's better then what I usually put out. Chip is a random name from one of the fisherman in Fire Red.