Having failed using the poke ball on the Pidgey, the boy tried to manually capture the bird. Bad idea. The Pidgey escaped yet again.
A few seconds later, a Rattata appeared and stole the child’s food from his backpack. The pokedex told him more information I already knew, and I burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
But the boy wasn’t giving up that easily. Resilient little fucker, aren’t you? He picked up a rock and threw it a flock of Pidgeys, all of whom simply flew away. He picked up another one and threw it at the shadow of a Spearow. Oh shit.
“The spearow has a terrible attitude and will sometimes attack other Pokemon and humans.” The pokedex told the boy yet more information that is common knowledge amongst Pokemon.
When the Spearow started attacking the boy, I finally stopped laughing. In a few seconds, the Spearow decided to attack me instead. I was very confused and angry. Why are you doing this? I thought. We’re both Pokemon, it would make more sense for us to work together to defeat the boy. Humans are the enemy, remember?
Spearows aren’t psychic-type pokemon, so my thoughts made no impact. The bird just continued to attack, and all I could do was dodge whenever it flew at me.
“Hey! Leave Pikachu alone! It didn’t throw the rock!” The boy tried to reason with the Spearow. Why’s he being nice to me again? What’s his end game?
The pokedex interrupted my thoughts. “Wild pokemon tend to be jealous of human-trained pokemon.”
“Pikachu!” This is news to me. I continued to dodge the Spearow’s attacks until I lost my balance and was left dangling from the tree branch.
Don’t look down, I told myself. I ignored my own advice. If I slip, I’m fucked.
The spearow was flying towards me at full speed, so I retaliated with the only self defence move I knew. Electricity. I fried the Spearow and he fell to the ground.