[I’m not worthless...]                                              [Am I?]

Based on THIS post by @loyalpika/ @thunderbclts

Whaaat, it’s not like Meowth tries to capture Pikachu in every turn. There has been many adventures when he was chilling with the twerps pokemons, if not ice skating with them then performing a song and marching throught a woods to get those delicious Pecha berries. Who knows maybe this time he’ll just race, fair and square, no dirty tricks.

A wide, bit evil grin spread on Meowths face as he heard Pikachu accepting the challenge, this oughta be fun. “Good, thought you’d chicken out” he mumbled mostly to himself. Feline pokemon was gettin ready for the start by stretching his paws, shaking them around. He really did not want to pull a muscle middle of the race here.

“Hey no fair! I was gonna start the race!” he shouted after Pikachu before dashing after him with full speed. Well almost full speed. Why, maybe it has something to do with all those traps, pitfalls and jumpscares they managed to set up in this maze with Wobbuffet and other pokemons. Meowth snickered at his thoughts of Pikachu getting scared badly. Even so, this cunning feline actually wanted to race and W I N this race! Those traps were not only for capturing Pikachu, but also slow him down so Meowth could cross the finish line before that overly fast electric rodent. So it’s a race yes, fair not so much.

“Now just to look at the map where all those traps are located” he mumbled to himself as he dug out map, little did he know that Wobbuffet were not so trustworthy when it came traps and stuff. That blue blob forgot to mark traps locations on the map which made Meowth fall in first pitfall when taking a wrong turn.

YES. GOOD. :)))

    He flinched at the sudden sharp pain that flooded his arm and Adrien had to clench his teeth to stop himself from letting out a yelp. He could only guess that the Pikachu had bit, which is something he probably should have expected? Then again, from what he had read about the species before it as more common for them to shock you, right? They were more prone to biting you if you grabbed them by the tail which Adrien had made sure to not do which only confused him more. But could one really blame him? They didn't have Pikachu back home in Kalos so having come across one during his visit in Kanto made up for it.

    He winced, looking down at the electric mouse as sparks finally began to fly from its cheeks before glancing over towards his unhelpful partner who had decided to wait out the meeting in the nearest tree. Ungrateful cat, he thought to himself, remembering he'd have to get back at the Purrloin ever. Returning his attention to the Pikachu that was still gnawing at his arm, he forced a tiny smile. "Don’t worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

Send me “I miss you” to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 50 years, then to 10 100 years after your muse’s death.        

1 year.

Sometimes Sparkles wished that Himashi had given her a normal Pokémon’s lifespan. It was hard, seeing the one she loved grow old and weak while she didn’t change at all. But she couldn’t resent her Trainer for it–how could you hold it against someone for giving you life? And it would be selfish to think she was the only one grieving. Ash had lost his lifetime partner, after all, and in coming decades Himashi would have to watch him and all her other friends suffer the same fate, one by one. Sparkles’s mate is only the beginning.

She curls up on the small stone monument in Pallet, trying to hold back soft sobs, and falls asleep for until her Hima comes to pick her up.

50 years.

After Ash’s funeral, it was time to leave. There was nobody left here for them, save for a few of the longer-lived Pokémon like Flir, who were given away to the current successor of Oak’s Pokémon Lab, where they would be taken care of. Sparkles had seen hers and Pikachu’s kids, and grandkids, even great-grandkids grow old and pass on before her.

On Xena, Sparkles’s heart wrenches as she watches Hima–no, now she was Sierra, again–curled up on her bed, wailing into Ash’s old hat, getting it all out. She’d have to get to work soon, after all; it wouldn’t do to be distracted.

Sparkles pities her mistress, but she’s a little jealous, too. She wishes she had a memento of her lost love.

100 years.

Sierra is too busy to play with her. Lawmaking, weather control, lessons to be caught up on–all of these filled her day, and sometimes night, too. Rororu is a good friend, but she’s often busy herself, assisting Sierra. So even though they usually finish the day snuggled together at night, Sparkles feels very much alone.

Eventually, she starts refusing food, and Sierra asks her what’s wrong, resorting to telepathy to find out.So Sparkles tells her.

She doesn’t belong on this world.

She misses being around other Pokémon, and Berries, and PokéPuffs, and battling and Contests. She misses Pikachu most of all.

Sierra pleads with her precious partner. I can bring berries and Pokémon here! I´ll make time, we can battle together! Sparkles just shakes her head. Doing that would make Sierra rush her work and stress out even more. Let me go.

1000 years. (Just because)