During the events of Hocus Pokémon - and shortly after finding himself being turned into a Pikachu for the second time in his life: Ash is in the middle of playing a little game of "Hide and Seek" with the other Pokémon to get more used to his new Pikachu body when everything is flipped on its head. In the midst of looking for a good place to hide - he accidentally takes a rong turn and is separated from the others. Now feeling rather panicky, scared, more than a little confused, and on the verge of spiraling into a mental breakdown: The young 10-year-old human-turned-Pokémon sighed shakily, squared his - now her - small shoulders, narrowed her caramel-brown eyes, and held her head up high.
Shaking away any doubt that still clung to her very being: the former human ran even deeper into the forest without so much as a second thought about what she was doing, nor about what might happen as a result of her rash actions: the small, yet lightning-fast (Haha! See what I did there?) Electric-type hurriedly shook out the lingering dirt, twigs, leaves, and whatever else might be stuck in her short golden-yellow pelt before breaking out into a full-out run and gazing up into the sky.
The female Pikachu narrowed her caramel-colored chocolate-brown eyes into a waide, cat-like stare. The harshness of said stare was so intense: almost as if scanning the vast woodsy area around the forest for some sort of trap like some kind of weird daily ritual of some sort. A few more seconds passed by, but nothing interesting seemed to be happening at the moment, and so, the little electric-type mouse Pokémon decided took a to take a chancewhile the coast was clear.
With one last warry look around the large greenery that served as a canopy made entirely our of what looked to be a mix of leaves, cobwebs, and a few rather long, but slender, weird grass-like strands that looked to be covered from each end to the other in a pile of wet, dripping moss that almost appeared like a tarp made from some kind of flowery-bedazzled painting, making it look even more eye-catching with all the oddly-shaped vines in every shade of green available to the eyes of the seer.
Shaking his head to snap himself out of the trance that he had just been subjected to for Arcues knows how long: Ash shook the remaining vestiges of whatever trance was still clinging stubernly to his conciohsness before focousing hhis eyes straight ahead as he sprang forward on his back paws, pinned his ears back against his skull, and sprung up from the forest floor, a trail of sparks dancing along his cheeks as he bolted off in a seemingly random direction faster than a bolt of lightning.
He doesn't stop though - he keeps on going, running deeper and deeper into the forest, unknowingly using Volt Tackle to gain more speed as he paused to catch his breath, brown eyes darting franticly around the dence undergrowth, and ears perked straight up like, making him look kinda like a bunny rabbit with the way they sat on the top of his furry golden-yellow head.
"Hello! Dawn? Brock? Pikachu?" Ash cried out over the treetops, hoping and praying to Arcues that he's find a way out of this eery forest before he either looses his mind, dies of hypothermia (It's the middle of winter in Kanto, and we're in Snowpoint City!The freeking coldest place in Sinnoh for Arcues sake!) well, either that, or knowing his luck, would end up as dinner for some rampaging wild Pokémon! Or, something even worse then dying in the cold, was the fact that the former human boy was currently a wild Pokémon to be caught by anyone passing through the forest.
That could never happen if the snippy female Pikachu had a say in her fate! No way in hell was she gonna be caught by a random trainer who just happened to get to her first! She'd shock the crap outta anybody who dared to approach her that weren't any of her three best friends. And, if the unexpected happened: Ash would rather be torchered by Team Rocket for information on her Pikachu's location then end up as a partner to some bratty in-experienced Pokémon trainer!
Oh, sizzling Thunderbolts! Now that that negative thought had entered her brain: Ir wouldn't be leaving her subconscious anytime soon. In fact - the intrusive mind-blowing thought of being captured by hunters agin was now circling over and over in her head on a never-ending loop. In
fact, it would almost seem like the negative thoughts were only growing into a bigger ball of tangled Electroweb strings that just didn't seem to want detangle themselves. It was all too much - and her brain was starting to hurt from all of the spiraling Leaf Storm of negativity setting off a lot of warning bells in her head, making her stomach flip and nearly making the former human boy stumble over over her own paws and trip head-over-heals on thin air.
The worst thing that could happen to him out here in this near-baron, and dead-empty wasteland of a forest - is the horrifying realization that he was a Pokémon now. To be more accurate: A wild Pokémon if all things added up correctly from what all she re-called of how the world of Pokémon catching/training worked in a wider lenses.
The thought of such, nearly making the small Electric type loose her lunch all over the forest floor. And as theses were thought about and, or, at least considered the idea. Thw idea that had totaly spipped through his - er - her - tinny yellow paws like one of Pikachu's dearly beloved bottles of catchup: That once opened - said little fowl-smelling substance that was as red as the color of blood. Just thinking of the word "Blood" made the female Pikachu nearly puke up what remained of her insides.
She shuttered at the mental images forming at the forefront of her skull at the thought of what happened when you lean forward to get a better look at the remints of squashed, soggy, tomatoes that were left with nothing but the reddish-orange color of the leftover skin, and tamato juice and a lot and you'd better believe it cause there's always a lot of that stuff that his best friend devouers like a prized piece of candy while Ash kept a clear distance away, to keep both himself and his cloths from being permanently stained. hate with of paint-like splatters or bright red ketchup coated in the says, with hands covered in slick, and wet, very very wet, rainwater as it drip drops from the sky from time to time and as such, his opinion: he could be found by a random person, one of whom he nether wants nor needs to be might end ip capturing him without him having a say in it of when and if he were to ever be caught by anybody - he'd choose either Brock, Dawn, or May to be his trainer if both parties were in agreement.
"Hey, hey Pikachu! Pikachu, can you hear me, buddy? I'm lost in a really creepy forest that's really starting to give me an uneasy feeling like something bad is gonna happen!" After those last few words had been spoken: A pair of wide, terrified, and panic-filled chocolate-brown eyes seemed to grow even wider at the last few words had been spoken aloud into the open air. A few seconds of silence passed before the female electric-type Pokémon raised her head, opened her mouth, and proceeded to let out a terrified, high-picked cry of "PI PIKA! PIKACHU PI PIKACHU PIKA" come bursting out of her mouth faster than she could blink. Her entire body begun to shake violently, her ears going flat against her skull, and her large, mournful eyes were now brimming with hot, salty, tears that stung her cheeks, rolling down her face, and leaving dark tear stains in her bright sun-kissed golden-yellow fur. As her panic continued to rise: The young Pikachu's tear-filled, red-rimmed caramel-brown eyes started franticly searching for a way out of the StarClan-cursed anxiety-inducing woodsy forested clearing she was trapped in.
However: Actually finding a way out is made just a little bit harder do to the increasing panicky feeling growing inside his - I-I mean - her - chest, and making the young female Pikachu freak out even more. With the mind-numbing panic now taking over completely control of her consciousness like a raging sandstorm: The young female electric mouse Pokémon ends up running blindly through the trees in a blinding panic.
Said blinding panic making her unaware of her surroundings, and ending up with a panicking bundle of yellow-golden fur coming to a sudden stop when she ends up colliding (Rather Painfully) and quite literally crashing head-first into the waiting hands - er - paws - of an all-too-familiar clutches of Pokémon Hunter Jay.
The Pokémon Hunter from Sinnoh who caused a lot of headaches while all the while being followed around like lost little puppies by her ever-so-loyal bunch of goons. Still a bit dazed, and rather slow-to-recover from the head-on coalition: The small, and physically exhausted female electric-type Pokémon is easily overpowered, her ears and tail singed from an unknown injury, and her her golden-yellow fur caped in dirt and dried blood.
Because of her exhausted state: The small fight electric-type is not prepared to defend herself from powerful Pokémon attacks. Getting the daylights knocked out of her by a powerful close-ranged Fire-type move probably doesn't help much either in her favor. And in her weekend state: the former human Pokémon trainer is smacked a bit unnecessarily hard upside the head (Even Harder This Time) by a close-range Iron Tail smacking painfully against her already badly-damaged skull with a sickening crack.
Her vision explodes painfully with a harsh, blinding white light that makes her skull feel like it's being cut open from the inside out. The pain is so intense it forces Ash down onto her knee, her entire body trembling as sweat clings to her matted yellow fur. The small female. Pokémon vaguely registers her small, browsed, and dirt-covered body moves on instinct: All but lurching up and to the side, chest heaving as she throws up the contents of her stomach before everything goes dark and she knows nothing more.
When she comes to a few hours later - the beaten and exhausted Pikachu is roughly grabbed by her ears and is not-so-gently tossed into a meddle cage by one of Hunter Jay's goons, who quickly knocks her out again before she could escape. When she next wakes up: she is shocked at what she sees. The Paldea reagin springs to life all around her. She is nearly blinded by the bright ray of sunlight beaming down on her through the bars of her cage.
A cage that makes it so when the time is up - he can no longer return to human because a lack of space. Instead of changing back to normal though, the spell becomes permanent, and Ash is turned into a female Pikachu. Arriving in Paldea, injured, alone, lost in a new place, and seeing though the eyes of a little electric mouse Pokémon, world city, Ash's injuries take their tool on her small broosed and battered body, and she collapses in an empty park.
The next time she wakes up, Ash is greeted by a pair of cerious chocolate brown eyes which are a mirror image of her own eyes. But Ash - er - Spark, as she has been dubed by the shy girl named Liko, who holds up a Pokéball for Spark to see, and then things go by way too fast for the still-shaken Pokemon to process and everything goes dark again.
The more time she spends with either Roy, the extroverted and treasure-seeking young boy, or with Cap's own trainer, Friede, and with Liko, her human best friend, and her new trainer, along her own partner, the little green grass-type kitten Pokémon called Sprigatito. The little grass-type kitten, Liko's partner Pokémon whom Spark has all-but taken under her wing just as a certain hat-wearing electric mouse Pokémon has done to Spark herself.
The thought of a protective Pikachu as her own personal protector makes her smile, almost reminding the former human of how her own partner often did the very same thing to Spark when she was human. But something was different about this spastic Pikachu.
Well, aside from fact he wore a captans hat, and insisted on being addressed as Captain, or just simply Cap for short - there was just something more deeply comforting about being in the Pikachu's presence. Spark isn't completely positive on this, but... to her, it would seem like she's developing a small crush on her fellow Pikachu crewmate, captain, and one of her best friends.
And the more time she spends with Cap: The more sure Spark is that she's in fact developed more than a simple friendship with the ship commander's partner Pokémon. The more time Spark spent hanging out with Captain Pikachu, weather it be to train her abilities or just to sit outside and chat like friends who've none one another since their berth, it really did mean a lot to Spark to have such kind, caring, watchful adult figures in her life.
Adult figures who, until now - Spark has never had much guidibce during her younger childhood years back when she was much, much younger. Oh, right... Can't forget that she'd once been human. She was still a human as a child: Not a female Pikachu with a soon-to-be mate in the form of a certain hat-wearing, little electric yellow mouse Pokémon.
The positive thoughts were easey to keep up, no readon to hide anything... but even so... she hasn't yet been able to banish the dark, mind-chilling, negative thoughts from drifting around over and over inside her head.
Her dark, self-loathing thoughts would often keep her awake. They'd also more often-than-not keep her up till pretty late into the nights, and it was on nights like those when she could't sleep, mind buzzing loudly in her ears, and too wide awake to go back to sleep when she'd seek out Captain Pikachu to be a listing gear.
More times than was possible to count, or try to keep track of: Cap would seek her out instead. He'd gently tap on her door with the top of his thunderbolt-shaped tail, peeking his head into the room to see Spark's chocolate-brown eyes starring unblinkingly up at the white tile ceiling above her.
Her thoughts are brought to a sudden haunt by the feeling of hot tears that ran rivulets down her excused, traumatized, and rather gloomy-looking face that is staring morosely back at her in the soft, almost motherly-like warmth that light of the moon. But even with all that in mind: she still can't bring herself to fully open up to them yet, yes, she trusts them without a second thought - bur it was still far too soon to reopen old wounds that were still barely beginning to heal.