Stockholm Syndrome (Pokemon FanFiction)

For the anime/manga competition.
(Legal stuff - all characters and plot etc. belong to nintendo or whoever owns Pokemon idk)


3. Chapter 3

Except I wasn't. I was not in the tall grass amongst my friends as i’d hoped to one day return to. Instead, I was in a science lab, surrounded by three more poke balls.

“Pikachu?” These unfamiliar surroundings unnerved me.

I saw a young boy and an elderly man towering over me. These two must be my captors. The young boy picked me up and cradled me as if I were a baby, which annoyed me. I'm not a pichu anymore, I thought.

“Pika!” I exclaimed before summoning all my energy to give him an electric shock. He screamed. I’d hoped it would have killed him, or at least made him faint, but human beings are substantial creatures, so the shock did nothing more than stun him.

The two engaged in a short conversation that I didn't pay much attention to. However, what I did pay attention to, were the poke balls the old man gave the child. Red and white balls of death. When the boy went to take the poke balls. I shocked them both and they both screamed. I can't let humans continue to do this to our species. Yet again, the shock had little effect. Why do I even bother?

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