"The Loser"
[Summary: After being seen in an embarrassing costume by Buneary, and being caught in a humiliating prank, Pikachu now fears that he'll never have a chance at being with Buneary because he is a loser. However, after praying before bed to be cool, the god of "cool" answers his prayers, and offers to make him cool. However, Pikachu soon learns what it really means to "Be careful what you wish for".]
Pikachu x Buneary
"I hope you won't mind eating poke pellets through a straw, cause I'm going to kick your tail!" Pikachu calls out to Buizel from on top of the bed.
"Big talk for someone with a small nose," Buizel said, "Why don't you come down here and fight the five time champion, El Quesadilla himself, instead of hiding up there like a coward?"
"Only losers talk about themselves in the third person! And I am no loser, I am the demon!"
Pikachu spreads his arms out, stretching the cape around him out, revealing his attire. A pair of Ash's tighty whities with a pin through it to make it fit around his small waist, a black cape made from one of Ash's old shirts, and some sports tape around his wrists for wristbands.
Buizel wears a torn shirt, and another pair of Ash's underwear. He also wears a green and yellow luchador mask, one that Ash got a while ago.
Pikachu jumps off of the bed, crying out a battle cry as Buizel catches him on his shoulders. Buizel carefully pushes Pikachu into the side of the bed, and Pikachu dramatically yells out in pain as he bends over. Buizel slowly swings his arm and throws his fist at Pikachu's face. Pikachu catches his arm with his own, and he slowly uppercuts Buizel, keeping his fist away from Buizel's face.
Buizel grunts as he raises his chin up to the ceiling, backing up as he acts all dizzy. The two pokemon grapple each other, locking up as they grunt and growl. Buizel throws Pikachu's arm over his head, hooks his leg and picks him up over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Buizel cries out as he carefully tosses Pikachu over his shoulder, and onto a stack of pillows laying out in the middle of the floor.
Pikachu groans as Buizel stands over him.
"Bah Arceus," Buizel says in a deep voice, "He's going for it, he's going for the elbow drop!"
He smacks his own elbow a couple times, then slowly lowers his body, and gently drops his elbow onto Pikachu's diaphragm.
"GAH!"
Buizel covers Pikachu for the pin, counting out loud to himself.
"ONE— TWO—"
The door opens, and the two freeze up as their gazes pan over to the door.
"What is all the commotion?" Ash asks at the doorway, "Wha— what did I tell you two about roughhousing? I thought I… is that my underwear?"
Pikachu and Buizel both look at each other for a moment, before quickly standing up and awkwardly laughing as they both stare at Ash.
Then, just as things couldn't get any worse, they saw Buneary standing next to Ash's leg. Pikachu's face burns as it turns red, and his ears flop behind his head.
"B-Buneary…?" He says to himself, his voice cracking.
Buneary covers her mouth with her paw as she fights the urge to break out in laughter.
"Nice costumes guys," she croaks.
Pikachu's heart drops, as he quickly covers himself with one of the pillows, sweating profusely.
"U-uhh…—"
"Why thank you!" Buizel says proudly as he puts his paws on his hips, showing off his costume.
"Alright you two, clean up this mess, and if you wanna rough house, take it outside! This is the last time I'm telling you! And stop messing with my clothes, inflation is hitting hard and I can't afford to keep buying new clothes all of the time."
Ash turns to walk away, but Buneary stays there for a moment longer. She goes to say something, but she just laughs instead. She walks away, still laughing to herself on the way down the stairs.
The two just stand there in silence, as Pikachu's tighty whities drop and fall around his feet.
XXX
As the Pokémon play outside, Pikachu sits by himself in the shade of a tree. He sits with his knees tucked up into his chest, his head buried in his arms as he sits up against the base of the tree. He groans to himself as he sits in silence.
Buizel walks up to him, having been looking for him for the past hour. He kneels down next to him.
"Hey, Pikachu?" He asks, "Are you okay?"
"No…" he says with his voice muffled, "I've never been so humiliated in my life…"
"What are you talking about?"
"This morning with us and Ash."
"Oh yeah. Why though?"
"Buneary was there, and now she thinks I'm a loser…"
"No she doesn't. So what if she was laughing and stuff. Doesn't mean she was laughing with you, it just means that she was laughing AT you… o-or is it with you..?"
"Now she'll never like me— cause she knows how much of a dork I am…"
"C'mon bud, I'm sure she's forgotten about it by now. Heck, I don't even remember anything that happened five seconds ago… I don't even remember anything that happened five seconds ago… I don't even remember—"
Suddenly before Buizel could go on anymore, a familiar bunny gal approaches them.
"Hey Buizel, hey Pikachu," Buneary said.
Pikachu raises his head, and nervously smiles as his cheeks turn red.
"Ehehe… h-hey Buneary…" He says.
"Or should I say, The Demon? Ahaha!"
She bends over and laughs, wiping a tear from her eyes. Something in Pikachu's chest shatters, and his lips quiver as his throat cracks. Feeling like his life has just ended, he gets up and runs away.
"P-Pikachu?!" Buizel calls out.
Buneary stops laughing, and stands up to watch him run away.
"O-oh… is he okay?" She asks.
"He's fine," Buizel says, "Just uh… had to use the bathroom haha— I'll go help him."
Buizel gets up and runs after him. Buneary stands there in the same spot for a moment, contemplating the scenario at hand.
"Help him… help him go to the bathroom?"
XXX
Buizel bangs on the bathroom door, calling Pikachu's name.
"Pikachu! C'mon dude, come out!"
"I don't wanna," He groaned. "Just let me die here."
"C'mon you big baby, so what if you had ONE embarrassing moment? Who cares? This'll all blow over tomorrow."
"Hey Buizel," Piplup said from behind him, "What's going on?"
Buizel turns towards him.
"Pikachu's upset and he won't leave the bathroom."
"What's up with him?"
"Embarrassed about this morning?"
"What happened this— oh… oh wait I know.—"
Piplup snickers to himself as he covers his beak with his flipper. Suddenly he yells in pain as Buizel punches his arm.
"Ow!"
"Shut up! He's really upset about it!"
"Okay sorry. Jeez, dinner's ready, tell him to come out or starve."
"Ok. Hey, Pikachu! Dinner's ready, please come out!"
After a long moment, the door slowly opens, and Pikachu walks out with his head down.
"Come outside," Piplup said, "I saved you a bowl."
Piplup leads them downstairs over to the front door. He stops at the door and turns towards the two.
"After you," he said.
Strange of him to be so modest, but no one thought much of it. Pikachu opens the door, and the two walk out. As the door swings open, a string pulls on a bucket which hangs over the doorway. Purple cake batter and sprinkles splash all over Pikachu and Buizel, covering them head to toe.
A burst of laughter is heard all around them, as everyone is gathered around to watch the prank. Buizel licks his face clean with one sling sweep of his tongue. He hums happily as he enjoys the taste of the batter. Pikachu wipes the batter from his eyes, and looks ahead of him, his arms arching from his body in disgust.
His world shatters all around him, as he gazes over at Buneary, who is laughing with everyone else. He chokes up, his ears and tail going limp, as tears fog up his eyes.
He sniffles as he turns around and runs back inside. As Buizel is eating himself clean, he notices Pikachu, and turns around to run after him.
"Pikachu!"
Thirty minutes pass by, and Buizel is still trying to get Pikachu's attention. Pikachu is in the shower, crying to himself as all of the cake batter slowly washes off of him, breaking down from the water. However he is too busy burying his head in his arms as he leans against the shower wall, crying. So some cake batter is still stuck to his fur. Such a loser, that's all he is. How could he ever think that he was even remotely in Buneary's league. Well now any form of respect she may have had for him, is now gone. He is now officially the laughing stock of the entire house.
"C'mon, Pikachu please don't cry, it makes my knees hurt!"
Piplup walks up to Buizel, laughing to himself as he wipes tears from his eyes.
"Ahaha! Oh Lordy, that was the best prank ever! And you two totally fell for it, ahaha!"
He yelps as Buizel's fist slams into the side of his face. A couple teeth fly out as he collapses onto the floor, his eyelid turning black. He groans as he just lays there on the floor.
"Somebody call a doctor…" He croaks.
XXX
Night comes along, and Pikachu lays on his mini trampoline, snuggled up in his blankets. He stares up into the ceiling with one arm under his head. He sighs deeply as he just stares.
"I'm such a loser," he says to himself, "I wish I was cool. Then I could be in Buneary's league… yeah— I wish I was the coolest."
He turns over and gazes through the window, staring at the stars that stretch across the sky. Light stretches across the sky, and suddenly becomes more intense, almost blinding. Then the light is followed up by a loud rumbling, almost like the roar of an engine. Curiosity controls him, and he jumps out of bed to go outside.
Upon walking outside, he stares in awe as a motorcycle flies in the sky, emerging from the clouds. It heads straight towards him, controlled by a glowing figure with shades, a leather jacket, ripped jeans and leather boots. He pulls the motorcycle up to the curb, kicking the kickstand down to park.
Pikachu's eyes sparkle, as he stares in awe.
"Woaaaaahhhhhh— sooo—."
"Cool?" The man says before playing an air guitar, followed up with a real sound of an air riff.
"Wooaaaahh, I was literally going to say that!"
"I know that, that's why you called for me. Ain't that right, Pikachu?" He asks.
"Ah— you know my name?"
"Course I do, I've been watching ya lately. Seems like you've been through the wringer."
Pikachu hangs his head.
"Yeah… I'm just so uncool, no matter how hard I try. I don't know what to do."
"Trying to impress a chick ain't ya?"
Pikachu blushes and he looks off to the side, rubbing his arm awkwardly.
"Yeah— she's way out of my league though."
"Well not if I have anything to say about that! I can make you the coolest, raddest, most awesome dude out here, easy."
"Really? You can do that?!"
"Course! They don't call Cool McRadson for nothin! You'll wake up in the morning, with a cool new personality! You'll be a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PIKACHU."
"Ooooooh, yeah, yeah! Make me cool!"
"Your wish is my command. Now, this may pinch a lil."
He raises his finger and points it at Pikachu. He wiggles it, and a beam of light shoots Pikachu's body.
"Aw how bad could it be— AAAAAAH! OH MY ARCEUS THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE! OH MY— I CAN FEEL MY MOLECULES STRAINING!"
After a short moment of pain and torment, everything goes black.
XXX
Everyone is outside soaking in the sun. It is a perfect seventy degrees, with a cool breeze blowing through. Buneary has a football in her paws, and she throws it over to Buizel, who jumps up to catch it. As they continue throwing it back and forth, a loud roar echoes across the field, which catches everyone's attention. The roar continues to grow louder, becoming less distant as the trees shake and ruffle, causing all the bird pokemon to fly away into the sky.
Cruising down the dirt road, a familiar figure is driving a small motorcycle. He leans back in the banana seat as his arms are stretched out to the tall handle bars, gripping them tightly. He wears big sunglasses, a leather jacket with a T-shirt underneath that reads; "Cool", and a golden wrist watch.
He drifts to a stop, right in front of the curb for everyone to see. A cloud of dust rolls across the front yard, making everyone cough and hack as they wave the dust away.
"Pikachu?!" Buizel asks in shock.
"Pfft, that's not Pikachu!" Piplup scoffs, "He's way too cool to be Pikachu."
Piplup stomps over to him, as he leans against the motorcycle.
"Just who are you, stranger?" Piplup asks with his flippers against his waist.
Pikachu lowers his sunglasses just over the bridge of his nose, looking into Piplup's eyes.
"A-ah— PIKACHU?! It is you! B-b-but how—"
"Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he says softly, "Take a chill pill my man, you're acting like a real dweeb right now."
"Wow," Buneary says as she gazes at him, "You look so cool, Pikachu.~"
"WHAT?! W-WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING COOL?! YOU'RE THE LAMEST DUDE IN THIS PLACE!"
"Woah," Staraptor said, "Not cool, man."
Everyone else murmurs in agreement
"Yeah Pip," Pikachu says, "Not cool."
"Oh yeah? Well if you're so cool then, why don't you pull off a prank on me huh? Oh wait, you can't because the best prank you can come up with is not holding the door for someone!"
"Sheeesh!" Buizel said.
"I already did."
"Wha—I… what do you mean?"
"Check the fridge, you'll see."
Piplup quickly turns and runs inside, sliding into the kitchen and opening up the fridge. Before he can even react, a large boxing glove attached to a spring flies and punches Piplup in the face.
He yells out in pain as he collapses onto the floor with black eyes and more broken teeth. Pikachu walks into the kitchen, pointing at him and laughing.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, get pranked loser!"
"W-what the heck man?! That's not a prank, that's just assault!"
"Keep crying about it Piplup— pfft, or should I say Pip-LAME."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Buizel said behind him.
XXX
Time flies by, and everyone is gathered up around the basketball court for a pick up game. Buneary, Pachirisu and Sudowoodo are playing against Piplup, Buizel and Staraptor.
Buneary leads the charge, posting up against Piplup who desperately tries to reach for the ball. Buneary holds the ball with one paw, and tosses it over to Pachirisu. She holds it and stands in place as she scans the court for an opening. She throws it back to Buneary, but Buizel comes out of nowhere and slaps it away. The ball rolls out of bounds, and bumps against Pikachu's feet.
Pikachu is now wearing cool new sports clothing. He picks up the ball and dribbles it, pulling off cool dribble moves without even looking down. Buneary watches in awe, as Pikachu runs up to the net with the ball, launches himself in the air, and performs a 360, under the legs slam dunk.
Everyone cheers as Buneary's cheeks flush, trying to say something, but the words evade her. Pikachu takes Pachirisu's place on the team, and the game continues.
Buneary dribbles the ball, and passes it to Pikachu, who posts up to Buizel. Buizel guards him, as Pikachu dribbles the ball in flashy ways before tossing it over his head and right over Buizel's reach. Buneary hops over everyone and catches the ball in mid air, doing a front flip and slamming it down into the rim for the alley oop dunk. She hangs from the rim with one paw, while taunting the other team.
"Ohhhhhhh get owned, suckers!"
On the next drive, Piplup posts up to Pikachu, who gets right up into his back. Sweat drops down the side of Piplup's face, and before he can pass it off to Staraptor, Pikachu swipes the ball, and brings it over to the three point line. He passes it over to Sudowoodo, who tosses it into the net for a layup.
"H-how?!" Piplup asks.
A couple drives later, Piplup goes in to guard Pikachu again. Pikachu dribbles the ball in place, and sort of messes with Piplup. He keeps moving the ball around, making it hard for Piplup to keep track of it. It gets to a point where the ball even ignites, a flame soaring from the service. Pikachu pivots and fakes him out, causing Piplup to spin, his body twisting like a twizzler, and he collapses on his butt, with his body all twisted up. Pikachu shoots the three, and it's nothing but net.
"Pfft, too easy!" Pikachu says as he high fives Buneary and Sudowoodo.
Net after net, it's just an endless slaughter. At this point it's not even a pick up game, it's just a public execution.
At the end of the game, everyone praises Pikachu, who accepts the praise but keeps his cool. He simply crosses his arms like he's Arceus' gift.
XXX
Buneary and Buizel are in the garage, lifting weights at the rack. They are currently spotting each other at the bench press, trying to outlift another during their PR. They are currently at two-hundred and five pounds, and Buizel just finishes his one repetition. Buneary slides onto the bench, and she quickly bangs out the one rep with ease.
"Soooo you wanna add five or?" Buizel asks.
"Nah, let's just go straight to two-twenty-five," Buneary says.
They both take off the thirty-five plates on each side, and replace them with another pair of forty-five plates. Buizel lays down on the bench, and slides himself under the bar, as Buneary hops up onto a stool to hover over the bar. She helps him unrack the bar, and he completes the single repetition. He swings up onto his feet, as he flexes his chest.
"Ohhhhhhhhh– lightweight baby!"
"Pffft, step aside, lemme bang this one out real quick."
She gets under the bar, and unracks it. She lowers the bar to where it almost touches her chest, and she pumps her chest outward and pushes the bar upwards. However, she isn't able to fully extend her arms out, and she begins to quickly lose leverage. Buizel quickly grabs the bar, and helps her rerack it. Buneary sits up and wipes the sweat from her forehead.
"Phew! Dang, that was heavier than I thought. You're way stronger than me, Buizel!"
He shrugs as he smirks.
"Well, what can I say?"
"Two-twenty fives? That's my warm up."
Both of the pokemon's gazes pan over to the garage door, where Pikachu stands, wearing a fresh new outfit.
"Uhhhh you sure about that, Pikachu?" Buizel asks, "Last time we PR'd you capped out at the bar."
"Nonsense, let's go again!"
Hesitantly, Buizel and Buneary allow Pikachu to attempt the two-hundred and twenty-five pounds. He grips the bar tightly with his tiny paws as he slides underneath it. Before Buizel can help him unrack the bar, Pikachu immediately un-racks it, and starts pushing reps simultaneously like it was featherweight.
Buizel and Buneary stare at him in awe, as he starts bench pressing with one arm, using his free paw to cover his yawn. Buneary's face begins to heat up, while Pikachu quickly tosses the bar in the air, claps his paws together, and catches the bar for another repetition. After he is done, he racks the bar, and sits up from the bench, pointing at the two pokemon with a smirk as his shades fall over his eyes.
"W-wow– um…" Buneary says, "Y-you're um– y-you're…"
Suddenly her nose becomes very runny, and she wipes her nostrils, blood smearing across her paw. Her fur stands up, and she quickly covers her face, and cowers outside.
XXX
Inside the living room, Piplup, Buizel, Pachirisu and Buneary are gathered around the small tv on the floor, competing against each other in a video game. Buneary and Buizel are tied with the most wins in the session.
After Buneary wins the next game, Pikachu walks over to them and leans up against the couch. He asks them for the next game, and Pachirisu gives him her spot. Making everyone look like absolute noobs, he wipes the floor off of everyone.
A couple of rounds later, and he remains undefeated. He even beats Buneary's high score, which she has retained for months now. Pikachu lol up and brags out loud, spiking the controller down and pointing at Buneary.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Skill diff!"
Buneary's unrolled ear goes limp, but she forces her a slight smile and laughs softly.
XXX
Pikachu is now doing donuts in the yard with his motorcycle. Dirt and grass fly out from beneath his tires, and soar across the yard. Buneary rides behind him, cheering and hollering as she holds Pikachu around his waist. He drifts across the field, engraving his signature into the front yard, which can be seen clearly from a bird's eye view.
Pikachu glances back at Buneary, who's leaning up against him, her arms wrapped around him tightly. He looks back in front of him, and he sees the garden up ahead. He's unable to avoid the garden, so he just plows straight through it. He drifts to a stop, all of the flowers being ripped from their roots, and torn to shreds.
Buneary screams in horror, as she pushes herself off of the bike, and kneels down in the destruction. She picks up a pawful of destroyed plants and flowers, mourning over the losses.
"The petunias!" She croaks, "Pikachu you destroyed the garden!"
Pikachu pumps his fist in the air.
"Yeah-yeah! That was totally radical!"
"Radical?! Dude, you completely destroyed the entire garden! Dawn's been working on this forever!"
"Well I mean— there's still some flowers left."
He walks to her and puts his paw on her shoulder.
"C'mon you know I didn't mean it. Why don't we do something else?"
She shrugs his paw off her shoulder.
"No way dude, I'm not gonna continue destroying property with you! I'm going to help fix this."
She storms off, not even looking behind her.
"Pfft, whatever. You're being lame anyways, I was starting to get bored!"
He shoves his paws into his pockets and mutters to himself under his breath. He hops on his motorcycle, and races away.
XXX
Later that day, the garden gets cleaned and patched up. All of the Pokémon begin to talk to each other, whispering about the past events that have led up to this moment. Pikachu knows they're talking about him. Whether or not it's positive or negative, he is the talk of the house now.
His new look and personality has raised the attention of everybody, and nobody can agree on whether or not this is for better or worse. One thing is for sure though, everybody finds him to be insufferable right now.
Pikachu leans up against his back, sucking on a Dum Dum as he isolates himself with his own thoughts. Buneary, Buizel and Pachirisu all walk over to him.
"Pikachu, we need to talk," Buneary says.
Pikachu lowers his head, and watches them as they approach his bike.
"Talk about what? Oh is this about the flowers again? Look babe, I understand your concern, but I already told you that I didn't mean it."
"B-babe..?" Buneary's face heats up as a large blush stretched across her cheeks.
She shakes her head and clenches her fists.
"N-no dude! This is about your attitude! You're making everyone upset with the way you're treating everyone!"
"Pfft, I don't know what you're talking about."
"You have no respect or consideration for the people around you," Pachirisu said, "You called me a dork!"
"C'mon learn to take a joke, it was funny!"
"Those so-called pranks of yours keep physically hurting me! At least when I prank you, they're harmless!" Piplup says as he adjusts his crutches.
"Because your pranks are weak, and you just don't understand real pranks. Cool pranks."
"Dude, you're taking this way too far," Buneary said, "I don't know what's gotten into you. At first I thought this was a joke, but now I'm starting to think you're being serious!"
"Will you lay off my back?! I'm sick of all of you judging me all the time! First you all laugh at me and make fun of me for being a loser, now all of a sudden I'm cool, and now you all hate me?! What's your problem?!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Ugh, holy legends, Buizel backs me up here!"
Buizel stares off to the ground as he rubs his arm.
"U-um," he stuttered, "Listen, bud. I also think you're taking this too far…"
Pikachu's jaw hands open, as his shades nearly fall off of his face.
"I can't believe this," he said, "YOU GUYS ARE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE I'M NOW MORE COOL THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED!"
Buneary walks up to Pikachu, getting in his face as she clenches her fists.
"Cool?! You're not cool! You're just a JERK!"
Something inside of Pikachu snaps, and the word; "jerk" echoes in his head. He freezes in place, his mouth open, but no words escape. He looks back at Buneary. He's never seen her this mad before. In fact, she's never even been genuinely mad at him before. She's called him dozens of teasing names before, but never called him a jerk. No one's ever called him a jerk.
He continues to stand there, his heart dropping into his stomach.
"C'mon guys," Buneary said, "Let's get out of here. We don't wanna burden him with our presence. He's clearly too cool for us."
They all four turn away from Pikachu, walking away. Buizel is the only one to look back at him, just for a moment though. He wears a disappointed expression, sighing deeply before looking away again, and following everyone else.
Pikachu stands there in silence, before he absent mindedly repeats what Buneary called him.
"J-jerk..?"
As the day goes by, Pikachu tries to hang out with everyone else. However, everytime he tries to join in on a game or something, they tell him either the group is full, or they straight up tell him to buzz off. Even Buizel was hesitant to let him join in on another round of their video games. After being rejected by every single pokemon, Pikachu walks off, his heart aching.
What happened? Everyone loved him, and all of a sudden he's now the bane of everyone's existence. It's because of his new gimmick isn't it? None of this happened until he started becoming cool. It was just like Buneary said, he was a jerk.
Pikachu stumbles into a puddle on the ground, tears running down his cheeks.
"Everybody hates me now because of the jerk I've become. Even Buneary hates me. I don't wanna be cool anymore…"
One of his tears splashes into the puddle, and suddenly his reflection begins laughing at him.
"Huh?"
"What was that? You said you don't want to be cool anymore?!" His reflection asks. "Why on earth not?!"
"Because everybody hates me now! Even Buneary can't stand me anymore! I wanted to be cool so she would be into me…"
"Pfft! You're way out of her league now dude! With how cool we are now, you'll be pulling in chicks left and right! Who needs her?!"
"Huh? N-no! That's not how we roll! Buneary's right! You're not cool, you're just a jerk!"
"You mean WE?! We are permanently attached thanks to our transformation. We're permanently cool FOREVER!"
"Grrrrrr, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Pikachu claws and squeezes his head, as he grunts and growls. He turns his body and runs straight into a wall, knocking himself out.
He opens his eyes, and he finds himself in a dark void. Stars and cosmic colors light up in the distance, surrounding all around the rodent. He stares in awe, as he tries to figure out where he is
"Hey!" He heard himself yell, "How did you get in here?!"
"I don't know! But now that I'm here, I'm gonna stop you and go back to being uncool!"
"Over my dead body." His cool counterpart says as he leans down on all fours and charges up electricity across his body. "Thuuuuuuuuunder Bolt!"
A large bolt of lightning strikes out of nowhere, and Pikachu quickly rolls out of the way of the impact. He grits his teeth as his body begins to glow. Within just seconds, he erupts into a dead sprint, leaving a dust cloud behind him as he slams himself into his evil clone. Evil Pikachu grunts as he is sent flying backwards, landing on his feet and paws as he slides a couple of feet backwards.
He grabs the front of his leather jacket and rips it off, leaving only his sunglasses on as his only clothing. He charges up a ball of electricity in his tail, and he jumps and three-sixties, sending the electro ball towards Pikachu. Pikachu dodges and charges towards him again with Quick Attack. Before he hits him, Pikachu cancels out his Quick Attack, and leaps into the air with Iron Tail. Cool Chu quickly jumps backwards, narrowly avoiding the Iron Tail. Then he retaliates with his own Iron Tail.
Both of their tails collide, and the two continue trading blows with each other, like a sword fight. Pikachu swings his tail across cool chu's face, but he quickly ducks underneath the attack, and he dives straight into Pikachu. The two roll backwards until cool chu is right on top of him, trying to choke him out. Pikachu grunts and growls as he tries to separate his paws from his throat. He bites his paw, and cool chu cries out in pain, as Pikachu quickly kicks his feet up, and mounts cool chu against the ground.
Cool chu tries to push him off, but Pikachu maintains full control of him.
"Grrrr! Get off of me!"
"You won't be needing those anymore!"
He reaches for his sunglasses, and cool chu panics as he begs him to stop. Pikachu pulls off the sunglasses, and cool chu screams as the whole place just explodes.
Pikachu gasps as his eyes shoot open, and his body jerks upwards. He pants deeply as he looks around himself. Is it over? Is he a loser again? He takes off his glasses, and realizes that he no longer feels the need to be cool anymore.
"Oh my gosh! I'm cured! Yes, I'm not cool anymore!"
Suddenly as he celebrates, Cool McRadson appears out of nowhere. He looks down at Pikachu in disappointment.
"What're you doing dude? I didn't just bless you with the gift of being cool for nothing did I?"
"Buzz off man! You didn't make me cool! You turned me into a jerk!"
"I made you the coolest chu around! I even gave you cool clothes!"
"Oh you mean these? Well not anymore!"
He throws down the shades, and attempts to rip the jacket in half.
"Okay okay! Legends, calm down, that jacket is expensive!" He snaps his fingers, and all the clothes disappear. "You don't want to be cool anymore? You wanna go back to being a loser? Fine! But don't come crying back to me whenever you feel like a big fat loser again!"
He turns away to his Harley Davidson and revs the engine, before flying off into the air, and passing straight through a portal gate, which closes after him.
Pikachu walks back home by himself, alone with his thoughts. He walks up the hill and into the front yard, nervous about whether or not his friends will ever forgive him. They just so happened to be playing catch in the front yard, and Buizel is the first one to spot him.
"Oh, hey Pikachu!" Buizel says as he throws the ball.
Buneary crosses her arms as she looks away from him.
"Oh, hey Pikachu. Where's your sunglasses and your bike?"
"I gave them all up. I'm really sorry about everything that happened today. I was just so tired of being a loser, I wanted to impress all of you and be respected. I'm sorry."
"Pikachu, what on earth are you talking about? You're not a loser!" Buneary said as she walked up to him. "Pikachu, you're the coolest guy I've ever met! New clothes and a completely different attitude doesn't make anyone cool."
"But Buneary, you're the best at literally every sport! Buizel is the strongest out of all of us, Pachirisu is super smart, and Piplup is the best pranker!"
"But Pikachu, you used to save us from Team Rocket all of the time," Buizel said.
"You have the best track record in battles than all of us, and you've fought legendaries before," Buneary said.
"And Piplup is just a little scumbag," Pachirisu said bluntly.
Pikachu looks down at his feet, his heart fluttering from all of the unexpected praise.
"R-really? D-do you all mean that?"
"Pikachu," Buneary said, "I don't want you to change, ever."
She grabs his shoulders, and pulls him into a tight, and warm hug. His face burns red as his tail stiffens and points straight out. His heart pounds out of his chest, as he shyly wraps his arms around her back, and returns the hug. The two rodents just stand there for a moment in silence, holding each other in their warm embrace.
Buneary against her own desire, releases Pikachu from the hug, but keeps her paws resting on his shoulders.
"So, you wanna play catch with us?"
Pikachu nods his head, "Yeah!"
He runs up to the group, and they all form a large circle in the field. Then, for the next half hour, they all pass the football to each other, laughing and making jokes as they play.
A/N: Hey y'all, thank you for reading this new short! Hope y'all enjoyed it!
PokeToons Out Of Context
#1: Ash turns to walk away, but Buneary stays there for a moment longer. She goes to say something, but she just laughs instead. She walks away, still laughing to herself on the way down the stairs.
The two just stand there in silence, as Pikachu's tighty whities drop and fall around his feet.
