Post by Maromi on Apr 19, 2011 20:50:19 GMT -5
This is a short one-shot fanfic I wrote a few years back, basically about what I think happens inside a Pokéball. It's not that great, and I haven't really written any noteworthy fanfic in a while, so... enjoy?
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The small Pichu walked through the vast forest, confused at how he had arrived there. He had waken up at the roots of a large tree, overwhelmingly hungry, and decided to search for food.
He approached a small tree with blue fruits growing in it. Noticing the Oran Berries, the Pichu tried ramming his shoulder into the tree. After a few failed attempts, a berry finally fell, along with something else. A small, red and white ball hit the smooth grass and rolled along the forest floor to the Pichu’s feet.
Curious, Pichu pushed the small button in the middle of the ball. It immediately opened up, engulfing the Pichu with a beam of red light, which turned him into a stream of energy, and drew him into the ball, which closed behind him.
The inside completely astonished him. There was a large room that went on as far as the Pichu could see, and everywhere he looked, there were dozens of Pokemon gathered by species, chattering so loud it could drive one insane.
The Pichu, frantically trying to gather his wits, ran around, searching for a group of Pokemon similar to him. He ran past a group of Geodudes, who sneered at him when he accidentally bumped into one. He fell over, picked himself back up, and tried to run again, but another Geodude got in his way, knocking him over again. This time, the group surrounded him, and angrily took turns hitting him with their rock hard arms. They mercilessly pounded on him, and just when he was going to give up and accept his fate, something happened.
The Geudude who was about to smack the Pichu was violently thrown across the room, landing in the middle of a group of Squirtle. When Pichu looked to see who had saved him, his jaw dropped.
Standing in front of him was a blue, dog shaped Pokemon Pichu had never seen before. Frightened, he ducked to the ground and hid his head under his arms. The unknown Pokemon gently nuzzled him, signaling that it was kind. Pichu slowly stood up, and the mysterious Pokemon dashed away from him. Pichu followed it as quickly as he could, but quickly lost it in the large crowds of Pokemon.
Once again alone, the Pichu, more calm now, wondered endlessly through the room. He passed many groups of Pokemon he had never seen before, and even passed by a group of Pikachu, who momentarily treated him very kindly, but quickly lost interest in him.
After what seemed like days of walking, Pichu spotted a group of Pokemon the same species as him in the distance. Excited, he quickly ran towards them, and when he approached them, they curiously gathered around him as he explained his odd situation.
The Pichus explained to him that the place he was in was a Pokeball, a device Pokemon Trainers use to capture Pokemon. They added that they had never heard of a Pokemon catching itself, and told him the only way to get out was for the Trainer to call him out. Therefore, he was seemingly stuck.
Pichu lived in the Pokeball for years, slowly getting into the swing of things, and staying with the group of Pichus he had met. Everyday, he would spend hours on end, trying to figure out how to get himself out of such a place. He eventually grew depressed, and would sleep all day, thinking he was going to die in the vast place he had accidentally entered.
One day, while Pichu was deep in sleep, he felt a nudge on his side. He slowly woke up, and, adjusting to the light, saw a blue blur standing in front of him. As it slowly materialized, Pichu realized that it was the dog that helped him when he first got into the Pokeball. He jumped up, ready to follow the majestic Pokemon wherever it would leap, and did just so.
The Pokemon leapt from place to place, skipping great masses of land in between each hop. Pichu followed, devoted not to lose it again. Slowly, a wall materialized in front of them, which grew closer and closer. Pichu realized that in the middle of the wall was a statue of a creature he had never seen before.
It stood up straight on two feet, had long, slender legs, and arms to match. Its torso was that of which he had never seen in a Pokemon; it was thick, but at the same time smooth. Above the arms, it slimmed down to a neck, and then slightly widened again to reveal a face with rough features. Its arms were raised out in front of it, holding something. Within the hands, which were help close together, was a familiar red and white sphere, with a small button in the middle; a Pokeball.
Mystified, Pichu slowly climbed the steps that led to the statue. When he approached it, he hopped up to reach the Pokeball, but to no prevail; even at the full height of Pichu’s jump, the Pokeball was still suspended two full feet above his head. The blue Pokemon stepped behind Pichu, nudging the Pokeball out of the statue’s hands, and causing it to fall on the ground, making a slight popping noise that no one but Pichu and the other Pokemon standing next to him seemed to notice.
Pichu stared blankly at the ball, scared of what would happen if the pushed the button once again. He looked up at the blue Pokemon, who gently nodded its head towards the ball, signaling that Pichu should push it.
Slowly, Pichu approached it, the red and white colors gleaming. As he drew near, he reached out towards the ball, and, for the second time, nervously, unsurely, frighteningly pushed the button in the center of the sphere. Once again, he was drawn into it wath a red beam of light, but this time, when he reappeared, it was back in the forest where he once had been. He stood there for a few hours, silently thanking the mystery Pokemon and the group of Pichus, then happily skipped off, not sure of where he was going.
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The small Pichu walked through the vast forest, confused at how he had arrived there. He had waken up at the roots of a large tree, overwhelmingly hungry, and decided to search for food.
He approached a small tree with blue fruits growing in it. Noticing the Oran Berries, the Pichu tried ramming his shoulder into the tree. After a few failed attempts, a berry finally fell, along with something else. A small, red and white ball hit the smooth grass and rolled along the forest floor to the Pichu’s feet.
Curious, Pichu pushed the small button in the middle of the ball. It immediately opened up, engulfing the Pichu with a beam of red light, which turned him into a stream of energy, and drew him into the ball, which closed behind him.
The inside completely astonished him. There was a large room that went on as far as the Pichu could see, and everywhere he looked, there were dozens of Pokemon gathered by species, chattering so loud it could drive one insane.
The Pichu, frantically trying to gather his wits, ran around, searching for a group of Pokemon similar to him. He ran past a group of Geodudes, who sneered at him when he accidentally bumped into one. He fell over, picked himself back up, and tried to run again, but another Geodude got in his way, knocking him over again. This time, the group surrounded him, and angrily took turns hitting him with their rock hard arms. They mercilessly pounded on him, and just when he was going to give up and accept his fate, something happened.
The Geudude who was about to smack the Pichu was violently thrown across the room, landing in the middle of a group of Squirtle. When Pichu looked to see who had saved him, his jaw dropped.
Standing in front of him was a blue, dog shaped Pokemon Pichu had never seen before. Frightened, he ducked to the ground and hid his head under his arms. The unknown Pokemon gently nuzzled him, signaling that it was kind. Pichu slowly stood up, and the mysterious Pokemon dashed away from him. Pichu followed it as quickly as he could, but quickly lost it in the large crowds of Pokemon.
Once again alone, the Pichu, more calm now, wondered endlessly through the room. He passed many groups of Pokemon he had never seen before, and even passed by a group of Pikachu, who momentarily treated him very kindly, but quickly lost interest in him.
After what seemed like days of walking, Pichu spotted a group of Pokemon the same species as him in the distance. Excited, he quickly ran towards them, and when he approached them, they curiously gathered around him as he explained his odd situation.
The Pichus explained to him that the place he was in was a Pokeball, a device Pokemon Trainers use to capture Pokemon. They added that they had never heard of a Pokemon catching itself, and told him the only way to get out was for the Trainer to call him out. Therefore, he was seemingly stuck.
Pichu lived in the Pokeball for years, slowly getting into the swing of things, and staying with the group of Pichus he had met. Everyday, he would spend hours on end, trying to figure out how to get himself out of such a place. He eventually grew depressed, and would sleep all day, thinking he was going to die in the vast place he had accidentally entered.
One day, while Pichu was deep in sleep, he felt a nudge on his side. He slowly woke up, and, adjusting to the light, saw a blue blur standing in front of him. As it slowly materialized, Pichu realized that it was the dog that helped him when he first got into the Pokeball. He jumped up, ready to follow the majestic Pokemon wherever it would leap, and did just so.
The Pokemon leapt from place to place, skipping great masses of land in between each hop. Pichu followed, devoted not to lose it again. Slowly, a wall materialized in front of them, which grew closer and closer. Pichu realized that in the middle of the wall was a statue of a creature he had never seen before.
It stood up straight on two feet, had long, slender legs, and arms to match. Its torso was that of which he had never seen in a Pokemon; it was thick, but at the same time smooth. Above the arms, it slimmed down to a neck, and then slightly widened again to reveal a face with rough features. Its arms were raised out in front of it, holding something. Within the hands, which were help close together, was a familiar red and white sphere, with a small button in the middle; a Pokeball.
Mystified, Pichu slowly climbed the steps that led to the statue. When he approached it, he hopped up to reach the Pokeball, but to no prevail; even at the full height of Pichu’s jump, the Pokeball was still suspended two full feet above his head. The blue Pokemon stepped behind Pichu, nudging the Pokeball out of the statue’s hands, and causing it to fall on the ground, making a slight popping noise that no one but Pichu and the other Pokemon standing next to him seemed to notice.
Pichu stared blankly at the ball, scared of what would happen if the pushed the button once again. He looked up at the blue Pokemon, who gently nodded its head towards the ball, signaling that Pichu should push it.
Slowly, Pichu approached it, the red and white colors gleaming. As he drew near, he reached out towards the ball, and, for the second time, nervously, unsurely, frighteningly pushed the button in the center of the sphere. Once again, he was drawn into it wath a red beam of light, but this time, when he reappeared, it was back in the forest where he once had been. He stood there for a few hours, silently thanking the mystery Pokemon and the group of Pichus, then happily skipped off, not sure of where he was going.
