diamondpearl876
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Okay. My third one-shot...
It was inspired by a picture of two Pikachus looking at each other, when I was looking for pictures for the Pikachu/Pachirisu fan club. So, I thought, "What could happen when two Pokémon of the same species are forced to battle with each other?"
It steers away from the "omg the trainer is such a horrible person1!!" thing, but no, it's still not happy.
I thought it was a joke at first. It had to have been . . . right?
My trainer could have effortlessly sent out his Sandslash instead of putting me through misery. It was immune to electricity; it was a great advantage! But, no . . . When I saw the other Electrike on the field, I could already tell what kind of battle it was. It was a battle to see which Electrike was a better fighter. Who could give off the most electricity before fainting? Who had the best attacks, and be able to use them to the best of their ability? If my trainer had already thought I was a superior fighter compared to the rest of the team, like he always tells me I am, then he wouldn't have sent me out for me to prove it to him.
As expected, the other Electrike had the intention of defeating me. I, on the other hand, didn't know how I was going to carry out this battle. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary . . . My trainer yells out a command, and so does the other one. We attack; we take severe and life-threatening damage if we don't dodge. We hear more demands; we struggle to even stand back up.
This had never happened to me. I couldn't face another Electrike. Before I belonged to my trainer, I lived in Petalburg Woods with a wild group of them. Since I was captured, I've had no contact with my family or friends, and it's not like I could sneak out of my Pokéball in the middle of the night and go find them. The fact that we're in an entire different region could only keep me hoping that one day, I could possibly return to my home and pay a visit to them.
"Electrike, use Thunderbolt!" my trainer yelled. I couldn't count how many times I've heard that exact sentence before. It was a waste of words; a memory was already playing in my head, and I wasn't about to let it fade away.
I could feel the morning dew beneath my four tiny paws as I crept towards the oak tree that was roughly fifteen feet in front of me. There was a prize waiting for me at the top. It looked like a delicious apple to me; a perfect gift to bring back to my sick friend back at my home. It would certainly brighten her day!
I looked up, and thought about forgetting about this and finding something else as I realized just how far away the apple really was from the ground. I decided to take a risk, and began by grabbing on to the lowest branch possible. I made my way up, pushing several leaves out of the way to make sure I could see where I was going. One wrong move and I'd be sent back to the beginning.
When I finally made it, a feeling of glee passed through me until I took the apple off of the branch it had been attached to prior to when I arrived. I examined it for a brief moment, and became more aware of my surroundings when I heard a buzzing noise. That was never, ever delightful news to hear.
Before I got a chance to escape, I felt myself stabbed once in the back, and was sent flying off the branch. As my back faced the ground, I could see the Beedrill who had ruthlessly attacked me to gain ownership of the apple. I crashed at the bottom, and saw the Beedrill fly away without even looking back before falling into unconsciousness.
The next thing I knew, I saw another Electrike hovering over me. I had seen him a few times around our home, but never really learned his name or talked to him much at all. Knowing it wasn't an enemy, I recalled everything that had occurred, and I could feel my face burning up out of embarrassment. The other Electrike told me it was fine, and offered to help me out.
I stood up slowly, attempting to ignore the pain in my back. I assumed he would walk me back to the rest of the pack so I could rest, so I wanted to get moving as soon as possible.
That Beedrill must have hit me pretty hard, I thought.
The other Electrike told me to put my tail to his, and so I reluctantly obeyed. Next, he used his Thunderbolt attack, and I could feel some of his energy transferring to me! I felt severely grateful, and I asked how I could repay him. He told me to never try to get an apple from a tree again.
I snapped back to reality, grinning at what I had just seen in my head, then frowned once more when I saw my opponent. I just stood there. What else could I do? Obey? I think I've done that too many times in the past. A little break couldn't hurt, could it? The other boy yelled to use Quick Attack while I was still vulnerable. With fierce speed, I was tackled by the Electrike, much like when I was stabbed by the Beedrill. The only difference was it was a tackle to the stomach, and it wasn't a giant stinger. I was sent flying back towards my trainer, and collided with the ground. I opened my eyes shortly after, and saw him with a shocked look on his face.
I slowly stood back up with nearly every part of my body aching, just to look at the Electrike. I couldn't tell if she was one I knew way back when. We all had the same body, the same eyes, the same tail. . . It was difficult to distinguish one from the other. I could take a picture of her, stare at it for days on end and still never find anything that could make me remember that I once knew her. The only thing that could ever make her seem familiar was her voice, but it was worthless because her voice was as cruel as she was.
"Please don't," I whimpered, silently praying that the other Electrike would stop listening to her trainer, too.
"Why? We were born to fight, you know. Live up to your name!" She laughed at me, at how weak I appeared to her.
She then began to quickly duplicate herself, and all of them were surrounding me by the time she was finished with the attack. They all stared at me menacingly, getting ready to pounce. I barely took notice of it, however, as another flashback was playing in my head.
Roughly forty Electrike, including me, were gathered in a clearing near our home. Most of us had woken up just fifteen minutes before we began our daily discussion about what we would do that day. What would we eat? Were there any trainers in the forest this morning? What would we play for fun?
"Stay away from the river near here. I saw two trainers camping out there last night. We can not lose another one of you!" an older Electrike announced.
"We could take their food for today's lunch and dinner! It'd be something different," a nearby voice suggested.
After much discussion about that, we chose three Electrikes to do the work. One to distract the trainers, and another to grab the food. The third was in case the trainers whipped out a Pokéball and decided to throw it at someone. The rest of us agreed to play hide-and-seek a few times throughout the day. The only rule was that you had to have a partner, so he or she could report if you got lost or were attacked . . .
That's how it always was. We looked out for each other. We cared about each other, and no one else. We were happy.
"Come on! Use Bite on the real one!" There was a frustrated tone in his voice, but I didn't care. Eventually, all the Electrikes began to start charging towards me, beginning another Quick Attack. This was not a charge to a nice group hug. No . . . Instead, the Electrike clones in front of me disappear and I am slammed from behind by the real one. I fell a few feet forward, my face buried into the dirt.
When I managed to look up, I saw the Electrike smiling, as if she was having the time of her life. Surely, she's had more fun than this . . . Hell, this wasn't entertaining in any way. I looked away, and pretended to faint. It was the easiest thing to do at the moment. What would happen to me next is what I didn't know. The other Electrike was recalled back to her Pokéball, and I prayed that she realized one day why I didn't fight in the first place. It didn't seem likely, but it didn't hurt to hope.
My trainer did not recall me. Instead, he picked me up gently and asked me what had gone wrong.
"I can't fight someone who reminds me of the ones I loved, and the ones I was forced to leave behind. I'd feel as if I was destroying them, and the memories along with that." It didn't matter what I said, as he didn't understand Pokémon language. He could only hear me speak my name, and nothing more. He could never understand.
It was inspired by a picture of two Pikachus looking at each other, when I was looking for pictures for the Pikachu/Pachirisu fan club. So, I thought, "What could happen when two Pokémon of the same species are forced to battle with each other?"
It steers away from the "omg the trainer is such a horrible person1!!" thing, but no, it's still not happy.
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I thought it was a joke at first. It had to have been . . . right?
My trainer could have effortlessly sent out his Sandslash instead of putting me through misery. It was immune to electricity; it was a great advantage! But, no . . . When I saw the other Electrike on the field, I could already tell what kind of battle it was. It was a battle to see which Electrike was a better fighter. Who could give off the most electricity before fainting? Who had the best attacks, and be able to use them to the best of their ability? If my trainer had already thought I was a superior fighter compared to the rest of the team, like he always tells me I am, then he wouldn't have sent me out for me to prove it to him.
As expected, the other Electrike had the intention of defeating me. I, on the other hand, didn't know how I was going to carry out this battle. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary . . . My trainer yells out a command, and so does the other one. We attack; we take severe and life-threatening damage if we don't dodge. We hear more demands; we struggle to even stand back up.
This had never happened to me. I couldn't face another Electrike. Before I belonged to my trainer, I lived in Petalburg Woods with a wild group of them. Since I was captured, I've had no contact with my family or friends, and it's not like I could sneak out of my Pokéball in the middle of the night and go find them. The fact that we're in an entire different region could only keep me hoping that one day, I could possibly return to my home and pay a visit to them.
"Electrike, use Thunderbolt!" my trainer yelled. I couldn't count how many times I've heard that exact sentence before. It was a waste of words; a memory was already playing in my head, and I wasn't about to let it fade away.
I could feel the morning dew beneath my four tiny paws as I crept towards the oak tree that was roughly fifteen feet in front of me. There was a prize waiting for me at the top. It looked like a delicious apple to me; a perfect gift to bring back to my sick friend back at my home. It would certainly brighten her day!
I looked up, and thought about forgetting about this and finding something else as I realized just how far away the apple really was from the ground. I decided to take a risk, and began by grabbing on to the lowest branch possible. I made my way up, pushing several leaves out of the way to make sure I could see where I was going. One wrong move and I'd be sent back to the beginning.
When I finally made it, a feeling of glee passed through me until I took the apple off of the branch it had been attached to prior to when I arrived. I examined it for a brief moment, and became more aware of my surroundings when I heard a buzzing noise. That was never, ever delightful news to hear.
Before I got a chance to escape, I felt myself stabbed once in the back, and was sent flying off the branch. As my back faced the ground, I could see the Beedrill who had ruthlessly attacked me to gain ownership of the apple. I crashed at the bottom, and saw the Beedrill fly away without even looking back before falling into unconsciousness.
The next thing I knew, I saw another Electrike hovering over me. I had seen him a few times around our home, but never really learned his name or talked to him much at all. Knowing it wasn't an enemy, I recalled everything that had occurred, and I could feel my face burning up out of embarrassment. The other Electrike told me it was fine, and offered to help me out.
I stood up slowly, attempting to ignore the pain in my back. I assumed he would walk me back to the rest of the pack so I could rest, so I wanted to get moving as soon as possible.
That Beedrill must have hit me pretty hard, I thought.
The other Electrike told me to put my tail to his, and so I reluctantly obeyed. Next, he used his Thunderbolt attack, and I could feel some of his energy transferring to me! I felt severely grateful, and I asked how I could repay him. He told me to never try to get an apple from a tree again.
I snapped back to reality, grinning at what I had just seen in my head, then frowned once more when I saw my opponent. I just stood there. What else could I do? Obey? I think I've done that too many times in the past. A little break couldn't hurt, could it? The other boy yelled to use Quick Attack while I was still vulnerable. With fierce speed, I was tackled by the Electrike, much like when I was stabbed by the Beedrill. The only difference was it was a tackle to the stomach, and it wasn't a giant stinger. I was sent flying back towards my trainer, and collided with the ground. I opened my eyes shortly after, and saw him with a shocked look on his face.
I slowly stood back up with nearly every part of my body aching, just to look at the Electrike. I couldn't tell if she was one I knew way back when. We all had the same body, the same eyes, the same tail. . . It was difficult to distinguish one from the other. I could take a picture of her, stare at it for days on end and still never find anything that could make me remember that I once knew her. The only thing that could ever make her seem familiar was her voice, but it was worthless because her voice was as cruel as she was.
"Please don't," I whimpered, silently praying that the other Electrike would stop listening to her trainer, too.
"Why? We were born to fight, you know. Live up to your name!" She laughed at me, at how weak I appeared to her.
She then began to quickly duplicate herself, and all of them were surrounding me by the time she was finished with the attack. They all stared at me menacingly, getting ready to pounce. I barely took notice of it, however, as another flashback was playing in my head.
Roughly forty Electrike, including me, were gathered in a clearing near our home. Most of us had woken up just fifteen minutes before we began our daily discussion about what we would do that day. What would we eat? Were there any trainers in the forest this morning? What would we play for fun?
"Stay away from the river near here. I saw two trainers camping out there last night. We can not lose another one of you!" an older Electrike announced.
"We could take their food for today's lunch and dinner! It'd be something different," a nearby voice suggested.
After much discussion about that, we chose three Electrikes to do the work. One to distract the trainers, and another to grab the food. The third was in case the trainers whipped out a Pokéball and decided to throw it at someone. The rest of us agreed to play hide-and-seek a few times throughout the day. The only rule was that you had to have a partner, so he or she could report if you got lost or were attacked . . .
That's how it always was. We looked out for each other. We cared about each other, and no one else. We were happy.
"Come on! Use Bite on the real one!" There was a frustrated tone in his voice, but I didn't care. Eventually, all the Electrikes began to start charging towards me, beginning another Quick Attack. This was not a charge to a nice group hug. No . . . Instead, the Electrike clones in front of me disappear and I am slammed from behind by the real one. I fell a few feet forward, my face buried into the dirt.
When I managed to look up, I saw the Electrike smiling, as if she was having the time of her life. Surely, she's had more fun than this . . . Hell, this wasn't entertaining in any way. I looked away, and pretended to faint. It was the easiest thing to do at the moment. What would happen to me next is what I didn't know. The other Electrike was recalled back to her Pokéball, and I prayed that she realized one day why I didn't fight in the first place. It didn't seem likely, but it didn't hurt to hope.
My trainer did not recall me. Instead, he picked me up gently and asked me what had gone wrong.
"I can't fight someone who reminds me of the ones I loved, and the ones I was forced to leave behind. I'd feel as if I was destroying them, and the memories along with that." It didn't matter what I said, as he didn't understand Pokémon language. He could only hear me speak my name, and nothing more. He could never understand.
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