Have you seen this Pikachu?
Another day, another adventure. Pikachu has found himself aboard a very recently departed boat, spending time with Ash and their friends. The yellow mouse sat on the railing, getting a good look at all the buffet had to offer, watching with pure excitement as his trainer completely loaded up a plate for both himself and his Pokémon. Once they had a small pile of food, Ash turned to Pikachu with a wide smile, shaking the plate to entice his buddy more.
“Look’it this feast, Pikachu! We got enough for lunch and dinner!” Ash chimed loudly, causing Pikachu to coo and cheer along with him.
Misty rolled her eyes and inserted her 2-cents, per usual. “Or, you could just wait for dinner, like a normal person.”
“Aah, what’d you know?” The boy sassed back, getting cut off by a loud gasp by many mouths.
The gang looked over and saw large waves splashing upwards, a very angry Gyarados in the center of them. The boat had sailed right into it’s territory, and it wasn’t happy about it. People and Pokémon alike fled to the back of the ship, watching the sea-dragon ram into the front of the boat, causing everything to shake, followed by Pikachu gripping the railing tightly with each limb, clenching his eyes shut with his ears and tail held down. Ash, Brock and Misty were being hurried away by the panicked crowd, leaving little room for movement.
“Hey-! Get out of the way! Pikachu!” Ash shouted, reaching a hand towards his Pokémon, snapping him back into reality.
Pikachus eyes opened, panicking once he saw his small family being pushed away from him. He released the railing an- And nothing. Gyarados rammed the ship again, sending Pikachu into the dangerous water, below. Splashing into the deep-blue, the electric rodent panicked, beginning to swim along the side of the boat, raising his head above the water and crying out, watching his trainer look over the railing down at him.
“Just hold on, buddy! We’ve got you!” Ash shouted, sending a couple of Pokéballs into the air. Out came Squirtle and Bulbasaur, other trusty friends of his. “Squirtle! Pikachu needs your help! Jump down and help him out!”
Squirtle nodded, leaping off the boat to meet up with the other. Once in the water, Squirtle rubbed up against Pikachu, beckoning him over. He nodded, grabbing onto Squirtles shell, looking back at the Gyarados nervously. It’s still angry, and it’s still rampaging. After the two had secured each other, Bulbasaurs vines had emerged, coming down to pull them up. Right before Squirtle could grab hold, a giant wave engulfed the two Pokémon, pulling them under, causing Pikachu to release the turtle, sending him floating away.
Squirtle shook his head and caught his bearings, widening his eyes once he saw Pikachu. While attempting to save him, Gyarados swam by, knocking him out of the way. Squirtle attempted to fight back, popping out of the sea to use watergun, realizing his error by the time Gyarados scowled at him. It roared and charged, causing Squirtle to squeal and duck beneath the water, getting hit by its tail. Squirtle shook it off, looking for Pikachu before swimming to his aid once more, bringing him back to the surface.
Gyarados turned and swam back around, aiming for the side of the boat this time. It charged fast, not allowing enough time to move. Both Squirtle and Pikachu yelped loudly, trying to go back underwater to duck. As he was holding onto his buddies tail, Pikachu wasn’t fast enough, getting snatched up by Gyarados’ jaws, before getting rammed into the boat, his voice going unheard underneath the blanket of water. Squirtle looked shocked, swimming up to attack the Gyarados once more, receiving yet another tail-smack.
Squirtle was sent drifting away, popping his head out of the water to ask for help, calling out to Ash and the others on the ship. Ash sighed into a groan, grabbing the water types Pokeball. “I asked you to help Pikachu, not battle it!.. Return, Squirtle..” He huffed, placing his Pokémon safely into his pocket. “Well Bulbasaur, it’s up to you! Use Vine Whip!”
Bulbasaur nodded, reaching his vibes straight down into the cold water, looking for the others grip. Pikachu, barely recovering from the earlier blow, gave an agonizing doggy-paddle over to the green wires, grabbing hold tightly. Gyarados severely damaged the ship, yet kept attacking, only noticing Bulbasaurs whips once Pikachu made it halfway up. It roared loudly, charging directly at them just as before. Bulbasaur panicked, removing one vine in favor of attacking, whipping the large Pokémon several times. Gyarados, now feeling provoked, flipped around and slammed his body into the ship, and straight atop of Pikachu. He let out a loud finishing cry, before falling back into the water, defeated.
“Pikachu!!” Ash called out, putting a foot up on the railing, getting stopped by another passenger.
Down below, Pikachu floated downwards, just barely keeping his eyes open to see the large figure above attacking the ship. Then, the glare moved down, Gyarados following the rodent to officially remove him from the premises. It swung around, and wacked him with its tail at full force, launching him from the water, way up to God-knows-where. Pikachu yelled all the way back to shore, bracing himself for impact as he slapped into a tree, gripping the branch like his life depended on it. He was surprised, seeing it gently lower him down. Even enough so to place a foot 9n the dry, steady, Gyarados-free ground.
Until he started lifting up again.
The bent tree, a false savior, sprung back up and launched Pikachu once again. He found himself shooting straight towards a construction zone, with hard, dry, dusty dirt as the landing. He yelled loudly, smacking into a large machine, bouncing off onto the ground and sliding many feet away. Pikachu sat in his resting place, taking his time to recover and process what happened. Everything hurt, he was injured, he was scared, and he was lost. He’s a lost Pokémon.. Pikachu ended up falling asleep right there, gripping the dirt with his ears back, and tail curled up. He whimpered in his sleep, dreaming specifically of his trainer, and their friends.
...Crickets sang in the grass nearby. The moon was lit brightly, with a cold chill in the wind, making Pikachu shiver himself awake. It’s very late. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Pikachu looked around the scary environment, his heart racing fast as he began to realize just how lost he is.
“..Pii? Pika? Pikachuuu?..” He softly called out, taking some tired steps with his sore paws. He was able to scope his way out of the construction area using the tire tracks in the dirt, but that lead him straight to a long, very long road, completely surrounded in trees. Pikachu froze for a moment, chilling with fear as he watched some Stantler skip over the single road. He sighed and continued onward, trying to stay brave. It’s a long, lonely road from here on out.
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