Yeah, I used a machine translation program. My English skills are very limited, but I still wanted to share my fanfic so this was the solution... A solution I'm not proud of since I consider it as cheating.
But with the end of Ash in the anime, I think I needed to show it to a wider audience even if it means "losing its original soul".
So yes, it will be a text that lacks subtlety, that will have some big mistakes in the way it is written and that I will probably delete quickly after this crazy move. But I hope that the few basic ideas it contains will entertain you a little bit.
Translated with Translator (free version)
2nd thing : It's not very moral but (too many immoral things in this fic)... The original drawing was a retweet of a deleted original tweet. The original being untraceable, I couldn't contact the artist to ask for his permission and I don't even know his nickname.
If he ever recognizes his work, and he wants me to delete it (please, no...), he should not hesitate to contact me. And if he ever authorizes me to use it, of course he will be credited.
The gypsophiles have not yet hatched
Emptiness... that's what you might have thought at first glance, but if you looked closely enough, if you concentrated enough, you could see fine golden threads floating in this world where you couldn't tell if it was pure white or deep black.
If you had enough patience to wait, you could witness a strange spectacle. The threads came together, little by little, to form something that could be compared to a golden rope. As it continued to expand, a glowing creature with colored eyes appeared, illuminating this world before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. The golden river continued its course, growing, moving, splitting into two similar parts... Similar? No, there was a tiny difference. A thick veil tore the space separating the two rivers.
Let's leave the original one, which disappears in an unknown place, and follow its alter ego, which becomes simple threads again.
Thousands of identical forms are formed from these golden links, and one of them, one of them is born from the singularity, it should never have existed and yet from this tiny mistake will be born a whole new journey!
Unless this is the end of everything we know...
Near the Viridian Forest, a small and peaceful town awoke with the first rays of sunlight. The cries of the morning pokemons invited the inhabitants to wake from their sweet sleep and enjoy the new day. A young boy was slow to open his eyes, so he pulled back his blanket to shield his face from the sun and the noise. The rays of light then switched targets, brushing the yellow fur of a pokémon snoozing beside its master. A strategy that paid off, as the little beast soon opened its mouth wide with a yawn that revealed its tiny fangs.
"Pikachu!" he suddenly shouted.
A head emerged from under the blankets, yawning in turn, but quickly giving way to a broad smile.
"Ready for a new day, buddy?"
"Pikapi!" the electric mouse smiled.
The young trainer quickly changed and went downstairs to the living room to find a delicious breakfast on the table.
"Did you sleep well?" a young woman asked, placing a bowl of milk in front of her son and some food at the little monster's feet.
"Yes, thank you, Mom," the boy said, biting into a huge slice of bread and jam.
"You got home so late yesterday... it wasn't easy leaving Kalos, was it?"
"It was a good journey, a very good journey," the boy admitted.
He told of the various encounters with his pokemons, the League, the attack by Team Flare. And of course, he described his friends in detail: Clemont, the brilliant inventor, even though his machines used to end their lives in a huge explosion. Bonnie, the energetic little sister who loved pokémons. And finally, Serena, a talented performer who was a great help throughout his journey. He was full of praise for the young girl, although he never mentioned in his story the tender kiss he had received as a farewell. He even preferred to forget it, knowing that he would not see her again for a long time.
"That Serena seems like a valuable friend," his mother remarked.
"She is! We've traveled all over Kalos together. Besides, I met her at Professor Oak's summer camp!"
"Summer camp... Yes! Now that you mention it, I do remember her. She left soon after. You were so sad that you didn't get to spend more time with her," her mother remembered wistfully.
"I don't really remember, but..."
"But..." his mother waited.
"It's true that leaving her yesterday made me feel a twinge of sadness," Ash said, a little confused.
His mother laughed slightly, realizing that this young girl was someone very special to her son.
"What's the matter, Mom?"
"Me? Oh nothing, I just thought you had grown up a bit," she laughed.
Ash finished his lunch and put his hat on his black hair, still in battle, while his trusty Pikachu jumped on his shoulder.
"I'm going to drop my pokemons off at Professor Oak's," the boy explained as he put on his jacket.
"Leave me time to do the dishes, I'll go with you."
The small family was near the laboratory, Ash could see a black shape near the building. He decided to take a closer look and ran off, leaving the young woman behind. Once he was close enough, he could make out a helicopter. Wondering why such an object was there, in contrast to the general landscape, he rushed into the lab and yelled:
"Professor Oak!"
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the old scientist with another man. He looked to be in his fifties, a little taller than Oak, but wearing the same lab coat so characteristic of men of science. His face had a few wrinkles and a black beard, but there was no hair on his head. Most striking were his eyes, which had the peculiarity of being golden and glowing when they came in contact with the sun's rays.
"Ash, don't come in without knocking! If I were studying a pokemon, it would have run away by now," the researcher scolded him.
"Sorry," Ash said sheepishly, scratching his head.
"Come on, dear friend, it's normal for a boy his age to be full of energy, and he wasn't really bothering us," the stranger reassured as he fixed his golden eyes on the Pikachu trainer.
Ash's mother arrived just then, and Professor Oak sighed before beginning the introductions:
"Professor Edivo, this is Ash, a young trainer I gave this Pikachu to, and this is his mother: Delia."
"Do you study pokemons, too?" Ash asked Edivo excitedly.
"Although I have some knowledge about them, I'm actually an archaeologist," the man replied with a slight smile.
Ash immediately lost interest, and his Pikachu had already set off to explore his former master's home. Meanwhile, Professor Edivo went into a long description of his research. Ash was getting bored and didn't really understand all the scientific gobbledygook, but he didn't want to interrupt the researcher to makes amends.
"You see, in the ancient city my team discovered, there were these masks," he explained, pointing to some objects on the table.
One in particular caught the trainer's attention. It was deep black and had the same wide open mouth as the others, but with a more animal-like appearance. Following its gaze, Edivo smiled.
"I see you have the eye, my boy! This one is different from the others, we called him Derkomai. As I explained to the Professor, it emits a powerful energy that is strangely similar to that of pokemons. I hoped to understand this phenomenon better by coming here."
"And you were not wrong, I intend to do everything I can to find out its secrets," Oak assured.
Pikachu had listened to the conversation with one ear. Intrigued by the description of the ancient object he could not see from the ground, he approached and in a single bound found himself on the table. He came face to face with a horribly grimacing face that made him recoil in surprise and fear. He struck the precious Derkomai, which fluttered through the air, risking a sad fate if it hit the ground. Amid the screams of his pokémon, Ash rushed to catch the archaeological item. He found himself with his back to the ground, just below it, with his hands outstretched, but the mocking mask escaped him and landed on his face.
At that moment, a light shone into the laboratory, blinding the onlookers. When they opened their eyes again, the four witnesses, or seven if you count those who looked through the window, were stunned. A strange scene presented itself to them: nothing was left on the ground but the boy's clothes, which moved slightly. After a while, an orange head resembling a lizard appeared. The monster grabbed the cloth between its short clawed legs and pulled out, revealing a scaly body and a tail with a burning flame at the tip.
"A... Charmander..." Professor Oak spoke with some difficulty.
The pokemon looked around in surprise before noticing at his paws and screaming:
"Cha... Charmander!?"
The little salamander put his paws over his mouth, his face distorted from the shock of hearing his own voice. The others didn't think much of it either, and eventually only Pikachu reacted, jumping to the fire pokemon's side. They exchanged a few words, then pikachu grabbed Charmander by the face and pulled him with all his strength. Seeing that it was no use, the yellow mouse stopped in resignation.
"What happened? Where is Ash?" asked Delia in panic at the scientists' silence.
"I think he's right in front of us," Edivo finally replied.
"How?" the other two adults shouted in unison.
"Well, in the ancient city, there were tablets about people turning into pokemons... But I thought they were symbolic images, metaphorical rituals, or even stories from that time. I didn't think it could actually happen."
"Wait a minute! Don't tell me you have no idea how to return him to his normal form!" The pokémon specialist panicked.
The archaeologist thought, ran his hand through his beard and closed his eyes as if in deep meditation. When his pupils reappeared, he explained:
"The best thing would be for him to accompany me to Hoenn, where I discovered the Atellan city where the masks originated. Perhaps we can find clues to return him back to his original form."
Oak and Delia agreed to leave the young trainer in Edivo's care. Only Pikachu refused to stay in the lab, wanting to accompany and protect his trainer, not to mention the fact that he was responsible for the situation. Ash, in his charmander form, entrusted his pokemons to the professor of Pallet Town, and then followed Professor Edivo, although he had some difficulty moving because of his new body, which he was not used to controlling.
Team Rocket's eyes following them, another incredible opportunity presented itself. If they could capture Pikachu, the trainer would not be able to help his friend in his current state. They smiled and whispered:
"Chance!"
The bearded man helped Ash into his helicopter and took the controls. The team of bandits followed closely, preparing to attack, but the machine took off quickly. Too fast for the trio, who found themselves suspended in mid-air, clinging to the patin.
Professor Edivo was not a bad pilot, but he seemed to take a mischievous delight in flying his toy, ignoring all safety regulations. As a result, Ash, Pikachu, and the Rocket Team found themselves being tossed around. At one point, the electric mouse, tired of being stuck in the door of the device, tried to launch his fetish thunder attack. Fortunately, Ash stopped him just in time, even though he was starting to get airsick...
Delia was on her way home, hoping that everything would go well for her son. She stopped for a moment to observe the tiny white flowers that had grown near her house. They looked down and refused to open their petals. "When are you going to wake up?" the mother asked.
The researcher finally calmed down, took his microphone and said, imitating airline pilots for fun:
"It's now five o'clock local time, we are arriving in the Hoenn region, please prepare to fasten your seat belts... am I stupid, I took them off!" he finished with a big laugh.
"Charman..." Ash sighed.
"Pikapi!" he suddenly heard.
He turned to his friend and found him enclosed in a colored cube. The sound of the rotor had grown louder, and a cold wind blew into the small cabin. Ash put his arm in front of his face to protect himself from the dust that was hurting his eyes.
"Der?" he asked.
Laughter of different tones answered him, while he could see the eternal trio of miscreants in the frame of the now open door.
"What's going on back there?" asked the scientist.
"We're taking Pikachu, you old fool!" said Jessie.
Meowth approached the cube containing the pokémon, but Ash stepped between them, showing his fangs.
"Look, the brat's getting angry!" laughed Meowth at the pathetic trainer.
The cat quickly lost his temper as he scratched his face. The monster took a few steps back, rubbing his new scars with his paw pads.
"You beast!" yelled Meowth.
Jessie and James looked at each other and nodded in agreement, deciding that this was too good an opportunity not to take revenge on the brat. The two bandits called their pokemons, who did not hide their joy at being out. The cuttlefish rubbed its blue body against its master's chest, while the pumpkin hugged the woman with its long, armlike hair. Their trainers quickly called them to order, they had to work before they could have fun.
"Inkey Psybeam!" ordered James.
"Gourgeist, Shadow Ball!" followed Jessie.
In perfect synchronicity, the two monsters focused their energy to project it onto the weak reptile. Ash tried to dodge, but another jolt sent him stumbling. His chin hit the ground in a way he would not soon forget. The colored beam and the dark orb grazed the top of his skull, finally slamming into the cage behind him. The cube sizzled, its walls distorted, and finally exploded, sending up a thick cloud of smoke. The helicopter lurched, and all of its occupants were freed from gravity for a few seconds before being slammed into the walls.
Pikachu struggled to stand up after the helicopter regained some semblance of balance. His ears were ringing and his vision was blurred by the compact pile of dust. He turned his head to the right, then to the left before turning around. The wind hit his face, blowing more dust into his already watery eyes. However, he could make out the human forms of his sworn enemies, as well as the shadows of the two creatures hovering around them. The monster's red cheeks crackled, its fur bristled. All it could think about was the danger ahead, and there was only one response.
Pikachu paid no attention to the cat monster's curses as it leapt into the air, nor did it try to find out where its master was when thunderclaps erupted from its body. The deadly flash split the smoke, and seconds before impact, the mouse saw orange scales glowing in the bright light. It was too late to stop the attack, and it hit Team Rocket and Ash head-on, sending them flying into other skies.
Pikachu's scream choked in his throat. It was his fault. It was still his fault! The little creature, distraught at his friend's fate, rushed to the wide-open door of the plane.
"Calm down!" said the Professor, afraid he would do something stupid.
"Pika!" the pokémon became angry.
"We'll try to find him from the air," Edivo tried with a smile that was meant to be reassuring.
"Pi..."
They searched for the shapeshifter within a certain radius, knowing that the laws of universal gravity had probably prevented him from landing too far away. But no matter how hard they scanned the area from the air, the dense forest made aerial searches inefficient.
"There's no point in continuing," the pilot decided.
"Pika!" the pokémon refused.
"Anyway, we'll soon run out of fuel, we have to get to a big city to refuel. I will contact Professor Birch, he is near the area where your trainer might have landed. We can ask him to help us find him."
Pikachu reluctantly agreed. As the machine took off, he took one last look at the forest where his friend had gone missing.