Stockholm Syndrome (Pokemon FanFiction)

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


5. Chapter 5

The boy dragged me up the hill, and I resisted the whole journey. He's stronger than me, and I know that, but I could at least make this very difficult for him.

When he got fed up, he turned to me and asked “Pikachu, are you gonna be like this the whole way?”

I turned away from him.

“Is it because you don't like me?”

Of course I don't like you, you dick. You kidnapped me and now I'm thousands of miles away from my family, my friends and my home.

I nodded “Pika pika.”

“Well I like you a whole lot! And since you're the Pokemon I'm training, don't you think you could be a little nicer and just open your mouth and tell me what's wrong.” He replied.

Now I started to feel bad for being a dick to him. But why should I? He's the one who captured me.

Nevertheless, I complied. I opened my mouth wide, but I didn't have the language skills to actually express my feelings regarding the situation, so I just, simply… opened my mouth.

“Er, that's not exactly what I meant” He paused. “Is your name all you can say?”

I nodded. “Pika.”

“Well, then you're just like all Pokemon and you should act like one and get inside the poke ball, just like it says in the pokedex.”

I knew it, he's an asshole, just like all humans. And to think I was actually feeling bad for him..

He pressed the button and an automated voice said: “Whilst being trained, the Pokemon usually stays inside its Poke ball-”

“See?” The boy said, smugly.

Something didn't seem quite right about what I'd just heard though. The voice sounded like it had been cut off, almost as if my captor was trying to hide something.

“Pika” I said as I pressed the button to see.

“However, there are many exceptions,” the pokedex continued. “Some Pokemon hate being confined.”

“Okay then,” the child seemed genuinely surprised. What he did next was even more surprising. He untied me and threw away his rubber gloves, which were his only protection from my electric shocks.

“This ought to make things better.” He extended his finger, almost as if he was asking for a truce. “How's that?”

Oh crap, I'm starting to like him again. I realised. Maybe we could, perhaps, get along? No, what am I thinking. Humans are the enemy, they destroy our ecosystems and terrify our species. I snubbed the boy again.

“Still not good enough?” He asked.

I shook my head.

He sighed, and we continued on our journey, when suddenly, a wild Pidgey appeared.

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