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Still, if Pika was able to trust him, perhaps he could get this one to as well. Other than Charizard, Pikachu was his absolute favorite Pokémon. He noticed that Pikachu seemed to be interested in fighting his Charizard. A smile went on the child’s lips. Pikachu may have hated him, but he knew that his Charizard could get along. Of course, Charizard was asleep in his Pokéball and gets cranky when woken up. He’s been that way since he got him. So instead of letting him out Red decided to make a promise to Pikachu.

“I tell you what, tomorrow why don’t ya meet Charizard? He’s really friendly towards other Pokémon. He looks scary, but he’s a gentle giant I assure you.” Red smiled as sweetly as he could. According to Professor Oak that was how you could get a Pokémon to trust you. It didn’t seem to work, it just made Red look like an idiot. But he was trying his hardest.

“Are ya thirsty? I think I have some soda pop in my bag. It’s my Pokémon’s favorite kind, but I’m sure you’ll like it too!” He takes out a soda bottle and puts it on the floor in front of the Pokémon. Even if he didn’t trust him, Red was still trying to be his friend.

The idea of meeting this “gentle giant” didn’t entice the ‘chu any… but what did was the idea of a fight. The idea of having to socialize with this trainer again tomorrow made him feel lethargic — he didn’t want to whatsoever… but if it meant he would get to go against a pretty strong fellow Pokemon? Then count him in.

His ears were pulled back threateningly at the idea, but before any positive reinforcement of his will to fight was shown, the words “soda pop” are thrown at him, and the ears, and Pikachu in general, perk up once again. Soda pop, eh? It had been a while since he had that— okay, no. He didn’t want to think about that.

Luckily, Pikachu doesn’t even have to beg. The boy just places the bottle right next to him, and after a few moments of hesitation due to shaking off past memories, the bottle was taken into paws extremely quickly, opened right away, and practically gulped down. He could probably put Kirby out of a job if he was put in a contest with the pink puffball!!

Man, the only thing that would’ve been better than this would’ve been a bottle of ketchup.

Once the drink was finished — in a matter of a minute — the electric mouse lowered the empty bottle from his lips with a “Chaaaa~!” That was far more enthusiastic than he wanted to let on — he even found himself smiling after having the refreshing drink.

But enough with the treats. Before Red could give him anything else, brown eyes locked onto him like daggers, before the mouse jumped onto all fours, leaving the bottle to roll across the ground.

“Piiika pikachu, pi-KA!!!” He hoped that this trainer wasn’t an idiot, and he’d get the hint. He wasn’t looking for a meet and greet…

So, until my internet comes back, I won’t be able to post any replies, or even interact with anyone oocly. :x I’ll let you guys know when I have it back, but hopefully I won’t be gone too long. 

FYI though, all of my replies that I owe have been saved into a text document, and I’ll be working on them while I’m away. YES, ALL of them. So if it’s been a while since I last replied to you, don’t worry. It’s coming! 

That said, I may post replies and starters during this “hiatus”, and if I do, it’s because I’ve finished them while I’ve been gone, and I’m online to ONLY post them. You’ll know when I’ll be back completely – I’ll be holding my own welcome back party lmao. 

“Hahahaha, you’re just like Pika was!” he giggled a bit. Seeing the Pikachu made him miss his back home. Pika wasn’t one to like going out and meeting new people, he preferred to stay in his Pokeball, or even ride on Red’s shoulders. Now his smile became more somber.

He really missed Pika…

“Hey, if you want more I have a little more. I’ll go buy some more tomorrow. They sell some at the Pokemon center. And I’m sure Charizard and the rest don’t mind.”

Red was about to pet the Pikachu, but stopped on the thought of a thunder-shock. He moved his hand back and just watched the Pikachu eat. 

He saw that hand come down to pet him, though -- and instantly sent him a glare complete with light cheek discharge. You do not get to touch the ‘chu, Red. Thankfully, he backed away, and the electric rodent went back to finishing the remains of the Pokepuff. Once the delectable treat was gone, the mouse licked his paws to get any other scrap of the morsel he could; and then began washing off his face. As he rubbed at his face, two words caused one of his ears to twitch up in Red’s direction. 

Charizard, and fighting. Specifically, fighting him. 

Brown, beady eyes looked up at Red in confusion, but it clicked just a second later. Oh, he must’ve been referring to his father -- the Pikachu who fought in the last tournament. He hadn’t exactly fought Charizard yet; and was the Charizard in this tournament even Red’s? 

Well. He wasn’t his father. He wouldn’t know if he and Charizard would’ve gotten along, but he wouldn’t try just because his trainer said so. 

Well, everyone has a reason. In fact, Pika, his Pikachu from back home, didn’t seem to like him at first either! In fact, Red could have sworn he hated him! But after some time he learned what a nice guy Red was. Maybe…Red can show Pikachu what a good guy he was. Pikachu seemed to be raiding the fridge. So he must be hungry? Red opened his bag and tried to find the Poképuffs he keeps for his Pokémon. He found them and took out a really decorative one. The chocolate one with a bit of white chocolate on top.

Red leaned down and handed Pikachu the nice delicious treat.

.. Okay. To be honest, the electric mouse couldn’t help but sniff it a few times, smelling the aroma of chocolate and noticing quickly that it wasn’t one of the boring common Pokepuffs. It wasn’t a high class one, either, but it was nice and in between. If he gave this up, who knows when he’d have the chance to get another one... but it was from a trainer...

Well. Compromises were a thing. The pokemon snagged the treat with yet another cold and quick cry, “Pi,” before turning his tail towards the trainer and chowing down on it once his back was turned towards him. 

He was determined to have nothing to do with this trainer, no matter how hard he tried. 

Not like he could vocally say those or anything. Powerful or not, she was a human… so it seemed… and he didn’t have any powers of telepathy, so…

Her hand is gently placed in front of him, and he sniffs it to make sure she could be trusted. The scent check is passed, and brown eyes met the goddess’s swiftly before the pokemon shook his head with ears still alert. 

Well, since he could trust her at least, he may as well ask. He leaned forward, one tiny finger pointing at her directly. 

“Pi, pika~chuuu?” One of his ears fell down after his question, resting in his confusion. Now that he had asked his question, it was time to answer her own. The Pokemon shook his head once again before standing to crouch down on his tiny little legs, an expression on his face that was rather cocky; rather sure of himself as he did his best to keep a tiny current from his cheeks from being strong enough to reach her hands, yet just enough to show his inner power. 

“Piika, pikachu!”

He wasn’t here because of some human, or some trainer – he was a Smash Brothers ‘Chus family member! The next of a lineage! And this was his DESTINY. 

Compliments were given to him after the fact, and god forbid it made him develop an ego. Then everyone would be in trouble. Luckily, she only made his confidence spark even higher, causing him to jump up and cross his arms as he took a triumphant stance. Yeah, he knew he was awesome at least~ 

She sat in front of him, and Pikachu wasn’t at all bothered by the girl’s company. In fact, now that their misunderstandings were probably behind them, it made him... excited. To have someone to talk to. Really excited. It had been a while since he was like this with a human. 

... Or. He would’ve been, if the girl was human at all. A goddess, huh? His ears twitched at the fact, but he saw it coming. Pokemon were creatures heavily in-tune with nature. There were pokemon that could sense and see the aura of others, and whereas Pikachu wasn’t one of those, he did sense a power about her. Well, now he knew what it was. 

Goddess of Nature, huh? Well, to him, she was doing her job right. Staying in her care was something he could get behind! 

“Piiikachu!!” He enthusiastically replied with a bright smile as his way of telling her that he was rather happy to hear that.

... Though, one aspect of knowing a Goddess of Nature flashed back to his mind, and that made his happy demeanor fade away fast. Honestly, he enjoyed having her as a friend already. He didn’t want to see this fade away... so. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?

“Piiikaaauu.... Pi, pikachu pikauuu?” He asked, some concern on his face. Would she understand him this time? If it turned out that she did know Shaymin, then... he didn’t know what he’d do. Would she even know who Shaymin was? 

... To make things easier, the electric mouse Pokemon quickly scampered back aways, curled himself up just a tiny bit, and stuck his nose out as if he had a snout. He completed it with the most pathetic look he could muster. Shaymins always seemed to have that facade when they were in land forme... 

Not like he could vocally say those or anything. Powerful or not, she was a human… so it seemed… and he didn’t have any powers of telepathy, so…

Her hand is gently placed in front of him, and he sniffs it to make sure she could be trusted. The scent check is passed, and brown eyes met the goddess’s swiftly before the pokemon shook his head with ears still alert. 

Well, since he could trust her at least, he may as well ask. He leaned forward, one tiny finger pointing at her directly. 

“Pi, pika~chuuu?” One of his ears fell down after his question, resting in his confusion. Now that he had asked his question, it was time to answer her own. The Pokemon shook his head once again before standing to crouch down on his tiny little legs, an expression on his face that was rather cocky; rather sure of himself as he did his best to keep a tiny current from his cheeks from being strong enough to reach her hands, yet just enough to show his inner power. 

“Piika, pikachu!”

He wasn’t here because of some human, or some trainer -- he was a Smash Brothers ‘Chus family member! The next of a lineage! And this was his DESTINY. 

Viridi spent most of her down time tending to nature when she could, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was in the forest taking a look around. She gently brushed her hand against the bark of a tree trunk and looked up at the tree. “I’m surprised. These trees are extremely healthy.” She commented to herself. She had to give the people who maintained this place kudos, they certainly knew how to take care of their nature. She continued forward, but then–

Hey, what was that? She had never seen one of those before. A special animal? From another world? She stepped slightly behind a tree to watch it for a moment, but it didn’t take long to notice she was there. It couldn’t be helped, as she did step on a twig when she went to hide.

“Hi there! It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” She stepped out from behind the tree and started to crouch down to Pikachu’s level. He’d be less threatened that way, right?

His ears shot up and so did his posture at the sight of the lady in the forest. Wow, way to make an impression with how she looked! That dress… and all of that plant life on her? And that long ponytail! Animal instinct made him want to play with it…

But above all else, with his acute sense of the things around him that all pokemon shared, he could tell one thing in particular about whoever this was…

Those plants weren’t just for show. There was an aura about her; an aura that said that she had dominion over the life here. One that other wild pokemon have told him that Shaymin held within itself. Maybe she knew the legendary pokemon in particular? That was a cool thought until the idea of a legendary pokemon being related to her made his curiosity dim down a bit. Visibly, too. 

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you…” She said, and he began to doubt that impulse conception. That Shaymin was around her. Still, he could pop out from behind her and pounce around at any moment… so  to test his luck, he hopped forward before sitting right in front of her. 

Not like he could vocally say those or anything. Powerful or not, she was a human... so it seemed... and he didn’t have any powers of telepathy, so...

Her hand is gently placed in front of him, and he sniffs it to make sure she could be trusted. The scent check is passed, and brown eyes met the goddess's swiftly before the pokemon shook his head with ears still alert. 

The pokemon took a tiny leap forwards on all fours, growing closer to the bounty hunter and continuing the indirect staring contest. It seemed that the impulse actions came first and judgement came later for both of them, because with a tilt of his head…

“Pi-ka-chu…?”

       “You remind me of an old friend…” she wouldn’t say this outloud but she always thought that pokemon were cute no matter what they looked like.

“Pika-ka-kachu, pi??” He asked enthusiastically, talking with the flailing of his front paws. He didn’t care anymore if there were language barriers -- he wanted to know. Was this the hero he had heard about?

Wait.. was he hungry? Was that what she just asked? He wasn’t sure, so he finds himself patting his belly lightly with his own paws... no, that had to be what she asked. 

“Pi.” He responds with a shake of his head with his eyes closed. He wasn’t hungry, and there were other things he was interested in right now. He tried o communicate again.

“Piiii~pi, Pika-pika pi!”

Rule number one of being an adventurer would probably to pack a lot of supplies. 

There should probably also be an addition to said rule to watch and be aware of said supplies.

With every step the toad took, there was a sneaky two steps behind him taken by a creature on all hours. Thunderbolt tail in the air and beady brown eyes glued to the toad’s backpack. 

The only one who’d know how long he had been there was Pikachu himself, and he probably wasn’t even sure himself, because for a good while, his eyes were on the prize. 

With a slight shake of his tail and a further crouch down, just eyeing the prize turned into a pouch straight into the toad’s backpack. 

“Pika!!”

His paws grabbed a red bottle that had been sticking out of the satchel and pulled it close to him as he squirmed within the pack, still on the toad’s back. Jeez, it was uncomfortable, with a ton more objects found within poking him and his backside. It took a lot in the tiny electric mouse to not yelp at the tiny prods and things that he felt from the instant he jumped in. Where’s the way out, where’s the way out?!

“H-HEY!” he yelped, squirming to get his back off while also trying to get the creature out.

He managed to shake them out, but he was surprised to see a strange yellow creature holding ketchup.

…only it wasn’t the yellow creature that surprised the Captain.

Just as quick as the force to the backpack began, the force stopped as he fell straight to the ground; back first. At least the ketchup was safely between his paws.

“PIII-KK!” He hissed as he fell, throwing his head back once the pain subsided a little. “Chaaaaa...” He whined. 

He bounced back up and found himself face to face with the owner of the ketchup, and he readied himself for a fight. Ears down, eyes narrowed. This guy was a competitor at the tourney too, right? Then he had a thunderstorm coming...!

“I had ketchup in there?” 

... Wait. His ears jumped up and his spunk to fight left to be replaced with confusion. ... He didn’t even know he had it? Was it even his? 

His eyes went back to the ketchup, the red bottle reminding him that there was an amazing, juicy, tomato sauce lurking inside, and he nearly drooled at the reminder. 

His attention went back to the toad, and for once, Pikachu decided on something he’d probably never decide again.

Forget fighting! He clung to the bottle and pulled it closer to him, turning away from the small person from a world different from his own, and practically huffed at the adventurer. 

Viridi spent most of her down time tending to nature when she could, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was in the forest taking a look around. She gently brushed her hand against the bark of a tree trunk and looked up at the tree. “I’m surprised. These trees are extremely healthy.” She commented to herself. She had to give the people who maintained this place kudos, they certainly knew how to take care of their nature. She continued forward, but then–

Hey, what was that? She had never seen one of those before. A special animal? From another world? She stepped slightly behind a tree to watch it for a moment, but it didn’t take long to notice she was there. It couldn’t be helped, as she did step on a twig when she went to hide.

“Hi there! It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” She stepped out from behind the tree and started to crouch down to Pikachu’s level. He’d be less threatened that way, right?

His ears shot up and so did his posture at the sight of the lady in the forest. Wow, way to make an impression with how she looked! That dress... and all of that plant life on her? And that long ponytail! Animal instinct made him want to play with it...

But above all else, with his acute sense of the things around him that all pokemon shared, he could tell one thing in particular about whoever this was...

Those plants weren’t just for show. There was an aura about her; an aura that said that she had dominion over the life here. One that other wild pokemon have told him that Shaymin held within itself. Maybe she knew the legendary pokemon in particular? That was a cool thought until the idea of a legendary pokemon being related to her made his curiosity dim down a bit. Visibly, too. 

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you...” She said, and he began to doubt that impulse conception. That Shaymin was around her. Still, he could pop out from behind her and pounce around at any moment... so  to test his luck, he hopped forward before sitting right in front of her. 

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– And Pikachu stared. 

The wild pokemon had no interest in a concept like moving his belongings to a condo room, much less staying in it. So after simply just running around the island and doing as he pleased, Pikachu finally met someone other than the receptionist…

And that person, was Samus. 

He had been running around, enjoying his freedom and chance to be around his fellow fighters, especially with the promise that he’d never be thrown into a poke ball and made some kid’s pet, when the protector of her own galaxy was right in front of him. And the electric mouse stopped in his tracks. 

And tilted his head, and stared. 

Where had he heard of something like this before…? Something from one of his family members and a suited hero who saved them from running out of electricity?

… Could this be that same hero? His little heart raced at the idea, because talk about senpai material, but… for now, he simply stared. Wondering. 

   Samus took a moment and returned the stare. This can’t be the same pikachu can it? it can’t be. Samus scanned the creature a few times before coming to a conclusion.

This was not the same pikachu.

The pokemon took a tiny leap forwards on all fours, growing closer to the bounty hunter and continuing the indirect staring contest. It seemed that the impulse actions came first and judgement came later for both of them, because with a tilt of his head...

"Pi-ka-chu...?”