Outsider Chronicles: Gotta Catch Em All!
Most people who get reborn into other world have a choice, join the hero, become a villain or attempt to live a normal life. I didn't have that luxury. Oh no, instead here I am, reborn bound to a broken girl as something other than Human. I just hope some moron doesn't decide to dissect me...
So an idea thats inspired by a few things that I won't list because I can't be arsed. Lets get started! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The first thing I noticed when I died was the smell. Something close to me reeked like a mixture of rot, shit and other disgusting things best left unseen. To make matters worse, for some reason, my sense of smell seemed so much sharper than it should have been, resulting in me getting uncomfortably familiar with the stench. I opened my eyes, intending to find the source of the smell since, as I mentioned, I was pretty sure I should be dead after having an industrial cooling unit crack my skull open, but I quickly forgot about that as opening my eyes revealed two important details. Point one, I was in a corridor of what looked like a school at night and, point two, I was less than a meter tall.
"What the fuck?" I muttered.
Or rather, I tried to. Instead, all that came out was:
"Pika?"
Understandably rather taken aback, I looked down and found myself looking at yellow fur covering a small, slightly chubby body. A glance over my shoulder revealed brown stripes across my back and a familiar zigzag tail sticking out of my behind. My reaction was...not subtle.
"PIKA PIKA CHUUU!"
FZZZAP!
A discharge of yellow lightning from my cheeks momentarily lit up the corridor and somehow caused the lights to flash on and off rapidly. A stray bolt also struck the lock of a nearby locker, causing the door to fall open and release a deluge of brown sludge and one catatonic girl. At the sight of it, I immediately froze, my lightning surge cutting out. No, that couldn't actually be…
The thought of who the girl totally was(n't) was quickly discarded as I suddenly realized I could feel some kind of connection linking me to the girl in the sludge.
"OH HELL NO!" I yelled, although it came out as basic poke-speak, "NOT ONLY DID I DIE, BUT NOW I'M A FUCKING PIKACHU, IN WORM AND TAYLOR'S POWER?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
Another spark of electricity jumped from my cheeks and I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I suppose it could be worse. I could be a Caterpie or something. I shook myself off and turned my attention back to the more important issues. Namely, what should I do. If Taylor died, I'd likely go pop, so I needed to do something. Unfortunately, Pikachu aren't exactly known for their high strength and I certainly wouldn't be able to carry her far. That meant I needed to get attention somehow. Fortunately, I knew exactly how to do that.
I quickly shifted Taylor into the recovery position, just in case, before taking off through the school, inwardly cursing my short legs. Then I stopped, smacked my forehead and used Quick Attack to get outside as fast as I could. I skidded to a stop outside and quickly started discharging energy from my cheek pouches. It was...an odd feeling. Once it reached the suitable level, as indicated by some new instinct in me, I released the energy in a massive bolt of yellow lightning...and accidentally shorted out the power grid in about a block radius.
"Oops," I muttered.
The evenings patrol was going fairly normally for Miss Militia. As usual, there had been a few slight issues of idiots breaking and entering, but nothing that required her to do more than tranquilize the perps for the cops to collect. There had been no Cape sightings, the Gangs were quite and things seemed, dare she say it, peaceful. So peaceful in fact that she decided to stop for a box of doughnuts from her favorite store. She was rather glad that she did as, when she was walking back to her bike, a bolt of lightning suddenly shot up from the city a few blocks away and somehow dropped straight back down to completely fry her bike. The Military Cape stood stock still for a moment, her eyes wide with a doughnut inches from her open mouth as she stared at the smouldering remains of her bike.
"For some reason, I feel like I should be extremely angry," she muttered, "Like I've just been the butt of a cosmic joke…"
Her communicator going off brought her out of her thoughts and she quickly activated it.
"All units, possibly Parahuman activity at Winslow," said the voice of a random PRT peon who was manning the console, "Any unit nearby respond."
"I'm only a few blocks away, I'll check," she said, hurrying off in the direction of the school, "Oh, and send someone to pick up my bike."
"Why, what happened?" asked Console.
"I think it was the victim of the Parahuman in question," she said.
"I see," said Console, "In that case, be careful. It could have been accidental, but be on guard for a hostile reception."
"Understood," said Miss Militia and shut of the radio.
It took less than five minutes to reach the school and she quickly realized that the lightning bolt had also shorted out the power in about a block and had, against all odds, not drawn a crowd. Then again, even the crazy people that inhabited this city wouldn't be willing to go out on a cold January night just to see what the source of a massive bolt of lightning was. To be fair, she didn't either, but she had a job to do.
Miss Militia summoned a large pistol and slowly made her way through the car park, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. It wasn't until she reached the door that she found something. The bottom half of the door was shattered, as if it had been hit by something rather small going very fast. She frowned and raised a hand to her ear to call it in, but before she could, she felt something tugging on her trousers. She looked down and saw...a short, chubby, rodent-like creature with yellow fur, red cheeks, long, pointed ears and a zigzag shaped tail looking up at her.
"Pika!" it said.
Miss Militia stared at the mouse for a moment, before rubbing her eyes and looking again. Nope, the Pikachu was still there. Was this some kind of Cape's idea of a joke? The little Electric type didn't seem to pleased with her stunned supprised and scurried up her leg.
"HEY!" she yelped, shaking the mouse off, "What are you…"
"PIKACHU!" yelled the Pikachu, jabbing a finger at the door, "Pika, Pika chuu! Pikapi, Pikachu!"
The squeaks were accompanied by more pointing and flailing.
"You want me to follow you?" asked Miss Militia, inwardly wondering exactly how she was able to interpret the apparently random movements and sounds.
The Pikachu nodded rapidly and jabbed at the school again, before darting back inside through the broken door. Now more bemused than worried, even if this was the result of some Capes power, Miss Militia followed the Pikachu inside, inwardly promising herself that she would make sure that Mouse Protector never, EVER found out about this.
It didn't take long to reach the Pokemons destination and any thought of levity vanished from Miss Militia's mind as she saw a girl laying in front of a locker in a puddle of disgusting sludge, clearly catatonic. The Cape quickly hurried over and knelt down next to the girl, ignoring the Pikachu as it clambered up onto her shoulder.
"Console, I need an Ambulance at Winslow," she said, "I've got a girl in dire need of help and a possible Trigger."
"Understood," said Console.
"Send an investigation team as well," said the Cape, "What I'm seeing here is well beyond any prank and into criminal assault. I want to know what happened and why."
"Yes ma'am," said Console.
"Pikapi," said the little creature on her shoulder, sounding rather worried and nudging her cheek.
"Don't worry," said Miss Militia, rubbing the little mouse between the ears, "She'll be fine."
The Pikachu let out a sigh of relief.
The next few hours were...odd, even for someone who had died, been turned into a Pokemon and apparently was now the embodiment of a teenaged girls power. It had not taken long for the Ambulance to arrive, accompanied by avan of PRT personal and Armsmaster, who appeared to be rather weary of me, despite the fact Miss Militia had taken quite the shine to me, even letting me ride on her shoulder as she followed the paramedics back out with Taylor.
"Are you sure that things safe?" asked the Tinker, eyeing me warally, "We don't know what kind of powers it has."
I scowled and pulled a face at him.
"I have a few ideas," said Miss Militia, "Although I'd rather keep them to myself for now."
Armsmaster looked curious, but didn't ask. It was at that point that the Paramedics reached the ambulance and hoisted Taylor inside, so I jumped from Miss Milita's shoulder and landed lightly next to Taylors head.
"Hey!" yelped one of the paramedics in protest.
"Wait, its fine," said Miss Militia, "I think hes part of her power, so its best if he goes with you."
"He?" asked Armsmaster.
"A square tail means a male," she said, before the doors shut, cutting off the conversation.
The trip to the hospital went without incident, although I did get some wary and confused looks from the paramedics and even more when we arrived. Unfortunately, Taylor didn't wake up for the rest of the night, although that wasn't completely surprising all things considered. Eventually, I fell asleep as well, curled up on her feet.
When Taylor woke up, the first thing she was aware of was the smell of disinfectant, followed by the sound of a heart monitor. For a moment, she lay still, trying to figure out why that was strange. Then, the memory of what had happened at school slammed into her and she sat bolt upright with a gasp of horror. She barely noticed the heart monitor going crazy beside her as she clutched at herself, desperately trying to get the disgusting mix of rotten blood, human waist, vomit and biting insects off her, completely oblivious to the fact she was clean and doing nothing but carving bloody furrows in her skin.
Then, something...odd happened. She felt something small and warm land on her lap, instantly cutting through her panic. Why she wasn't sure, but she somehow knew that she was completely safe. She slowly unclenched her fingers and opened her eyes. Naturally, she couldn't see much more than a yellow blur on her lap without her glasses, but a moment later, the blur handed said item to her and she put them on...only to freeze in complete and utter disbelief at the sight of the little Electric Mouse that was perched on her knees.
"Pika!" said the Pikachu.
"Err," said Taylor, trying to grasp the fact she had a Pokemon on her knees and could sense its presence in the back of her head.
She hesitantly prodded at the connection and got the feeling of worry, excitement and, oddly enough, suppressed anger back. The Pikachu cocked its head (no, his head she mentally corrected herself) on one side and she got a vague sense of amusement. It was a rather odd feeling. She knew which emotions were Pikachu's and she could sense his location (not that hard), his general health, had a vague idea of what he was capable of and could give him directions without opening her mouth. It wasn't any kind of perfect control and Pikachu could easily disobey her if he thought the order was stupid, but he was generally quite happy to follow any order she gave in the short time they had between her waking up and the doctors arriving to respond to her screams.
Now that Taylor was awake, we were both put through a battery of tests that revealed that, while I was almost certainly a projection, I actually had an internal body makeup that made sense, although my Electric pouches cause some confusion on how in the fuck they were possible. I also had a dedicated network of pseudo nerves that ran through my entire body to help carry the charge and an extremely flexible and malleable body that would likely allow me to pull off a good number of the Pokemon mimicry and silly faces Ash's Pikachu did in the Anime. I have to admit, the biology of Pokemon wasn't really something I ever put much thought into, but being turned into one certainly made me very interested.
Once that was done (and I'd bitten an idiot who'd thought it was a good idea to pull my tail), I fell asleep in Taylors lap until what sounded like a herd of elephants charging down the hall woke me up. My eyes twitched as I lifted my head.
"Pika?"
Taylor looked up from….whatever she was doing and opened her mouth, probably to ask me what was wrong, but before she could, the door slammed open and a frantic looking man who could only be Danny came barging in.
"TAYLOR!" he yelled, dashing across the room to wrap said girl in a tight hug.
Unfortunately, that meant that I got trapped between them and, even with my oddly elastic body, it was pretty uncomfortable and I couldn't breath.
"P-pikachu!" I gasped as I struggled to get free.
Taylor seemed to pick up on my desperation because she tried to get lose to, but Danny seemed determined to never let go and just tightened his grip. It didn't take long to reach the end of my patients and my cheeks sparked.
"Pika-CHUUUUUUUU!"
Hehehe, that'll do. This was mostly written for shits and giggles, so I probably won't continue it or anything.
Somehow, I don't think that discharging an electric attack in a hospital is the best idea, but since Taylor's power runs on Pokemon logic, not real life logic, it'll be fine. Hell, I'm tempted to give Taylor what amounts to an Anime characters body, allowing her to survive just about anything with only minor scuffs. If only for the hilarious look on Lungs face after he blasts her with fire, only for her to just get covered in soot and cough up a cloud of smoke.
Its pretty much tradition for a female character to get their bike zapped in the first few episodes of Pokemon, so I decided I might as well do it here. Of course, Miss Militia won't be the only one to lose her bike. I plan for Taylor's future bestie to get zapped as well.
Naturally, Taylor will get more Pokemon later down the line, although I'm not sure as to the hows yet.
Anyway, I'm gonna sign off now, so don't forget to leave a review!