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11-03-2011, 03:02 AM
Here's another story of an abandoned pokemon. Do they always just feel hatred? Or do they feel more? Here is the tale of JJ...
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I had always been a big fan of Pikachu, ever since I had played my first Pokemon game, a long time ago (I was three or four, I can’t remember which). My older brother, Jerry, had gotten me into it. He himself had grown out of it, though.
I first Pokemon game, which my brother, after much convincing, had let me play, was Pokemon Yellow. This inspired my love for Pikachu. I always loved talking to it, seeing how it would react to me after a battle, or when we caught a Pokemon.
So, when my brother had bought both Gold AND Silver, I was absolutely ecstatic! Even more so when I discovered that Pikachu had a baby form, Pichu. I had gotten one of those myself after awhile, with help from my brother (several others, too, since he knew how to clone.)
I named my freshly hatched Pichu JJ, Jerry junior, after my brother, as thanks for helping me get it. JJ had become my prize Pokemon, at least in my own mind, and I never evolved it. Before going to bed, I always put JJ in the daycare, for some ridiculous notion that someone would take him away while I was sleeping (I was a weird child, haha.)
When I turned nine, a few years later, we had to move. After unpacking everything, I discovered that my Silver version had disappeared. I was heartbroken, devastated! The thought of little JJ in the daycare, waiting for me to come back for him, just tore me up!
My brother offered me his Gold version, since he had already beaten it (he must cheat or something. He’s not that good), but I told him no; I only played Silver for JJ, and there would never, ever be another JJ. He just called me immature and went on with his life.
I didn’t play another Pokemon game for a long time. I watched my friends play Ruby and Sapphire when they were released, then Emerald, then the remakes of Red and Green, and then Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum. Didn’t touch any of them.
Until, that is, I caught wind of the Gold and Silver remakes, HeartGold and SoulSilver.
I had a sudden, remarkable urge to buy SoulSilver. I just had too! So, after much, much begging on my part, my parents bought it for me.
When I turned it on, nostalgia hit me like a wave. It may not have been the same, with it’s better graphics, but it was still Silver. And I had to play it.
I chose the male player, as I had been used to being the male player back in Silver. I didn’t feel like typing in a name, so I just pressed start to let the name be chosen at random. Surprisingly enough, it was the same name I had chosen back in Silver: just simply K, after my crush at the time (his name was Korey, but that doesn’t matter).
I laughed at my luck, then went through the game normally, choosing Chikorita as my starter. I went through the game surprisingly quickly, feeling the same smug satisfaction I had felt as I completely mopped the floor with my rival’s Cyndaquil. My rival, whom I’d been planning to name Jennifer (partially to be an ass, partially after my worst enemy), looked slightly annoyed when he appeared on the screen, further fueling my satisfaction. When he spoke to me, she uttered something…rather ominous.
“He’s waiting for you.”
Dear old Jenny didn’t speak to me after the battle; he just ran off. Rather than feeling creeped out, though, I was confused. I figured he mean’t Professor Elm, though, since he was waiting for me back at the lab.
The game went normally from there, minus the times my rival would appear to me. He’d tell me things along the lines of, “He’s waiting for you.” or “He misses you.” Well, there goes my theory. Oh, well.
I was really tempted to actually say, “Fuck off.” to dear Jenny, as that was really grating on my nerves. When I finally reached the outskirts of Goldenrod, I decided to visit the Daycare center or old time’s sakes. It’s been renovated since I’d last seen it.
The old couple, whom I’d affectionately called Grammy and Grandpa as a child, sat at the table like normal. I noticed that there was already a Pokemon in the daycare: a Pichu. Having not played this before, though, I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal. I talked to Grandpa.
“He’s been waiting for you. Do you want him back?” That, admittedly, did take me a bit by surprise. I was offered a Yes/No option, and I clicked No, as I wasn’t quite sure what would happen. When I did, Grandpa replied. “He misses you.” Then, he turned back to face the table.
Curious, I talked to him again. He didn’t face me, though, and everytime I talked to him, he just repeated, “He’s very agitated. He’s very agitated. He’s very agitated.” Annoyed slightly, I talked to Grammy.
“He misses you. Will you take him back?” As expected, I was given a Yes/No option. I clicked ‘yes’ this time, wanting to see what would happen. She paused for a moment, literally, before talking again, “He is very agitated.”
Annoyed, again, I left the daycare. When I walked outside, far off to the left, I saw a Pichu standing in the grass, staring in my direction. When I walked toward it, it walked backwards, literally disappearing into the grass. I walked back inside the daycare, and the Pichu that had been there was gone.
Grandpa was facing me when I came in. I talked to him. “He has escaped,” he said to me first. Then, he’d just repeat, “He misses you. He misses you. He misses you.”
This really was starting to piss me off, as well as scare me. When I exited, that Pichu was in the grass once more, and disappeared once again once I moved toward it.
I continued onwards, the game functioning normally until I reached Oviline City. Without talking to my Bayleef, a textbox suddenly popped up.
“Bayleef is nervous.”
About what? Possibly the gym, I supposed. I walked up to the gym, my rival suddenly running out and slamming into me. “He’s found you. He’s found you.” He ran off, quicker than normal.
Every step I took, the game repeated, “He’s found you. He’s found you. He’s found you.” It continued until I reached the gym leader, who uttered one thing.
“He’s here.”
The screen went dark suddenly, and for a moment I thought the game had broke. Then, a text box popped up.
“I’ve found you, at last.” I clicked A. “I missed you.” A. “Didn’t you miss me?” A, A, A, A. “You told them you didn’t want me.” A, A, A, A, A, A, A.
Suddenly, I was engaged in a battle.
When the battle started up, standing on the opposing side was a Pichu. That wasn’t what suddenly struck me with horror, though:
It’s name was JJ.
The sprite was different than a regular Pichu’s; it was facing me, the real me, with a harsh glare on it’s face, tears seeming to roll down it’s cheeks. I only had three Pokemon with me: my Bayleef, Furret, and the Eevee I had gotten from Bill.
Pichu was the level he had been on when I had lost my game before: level 55.
Bayleef looked obviously scared. For a good reason, too. JJ went first, obviously, and spoke before he attacked, “I missed you.” He let out a devastating Thunder attack, hurting himself as well as Bayleef, their cries mingling at a much higher octave than normal. When I looked at Bayleef, the poor thing was charred, and she fainted on the spot. JJ continued to glare at me, it’s yellow fur also charred.
Terrified, I reached over to turn off the game, but I pulled my hand back as I felt a sudden jolt of electricity. “I missed you.” JJ repeated.
My trainer looked anguished as he sent out Furret, who’s cry was already sounding weak. “You can’t leave me.” he spoke before letting loose a Thunderbolt, Furret’s cry mixing with JJ’s at an even more heart wrenching octave. I covered my ears, but I still heard it until Furret fainted.
“JJ, please stop!” I suddenly cried at the game, my face matching his with the glare and the tears. “Why are you doing this?!”
“I missed you,” JJ replied, his face seaming to wilt, his fur singed. Eevee’s sprite seemed to shrink back at the sight of JJ. I tried to turn away, knowing what was coming, but for some reason I couldn’t.
“Look at me,” spoke JJ, and I didn’t have a choice but to do so as he slaughtered my last Pokemon. Instead of whiting out, though, my trainer appeared on-screen.
“I missed you,” JJ spoke. “And now, we’ll die together.” He let out one last Thunder attack, the cries of my trainer and him nearly breaking my eardrums as I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, my DS was on the floor. SoulSilver was beside it, broken in two, but the game was still on. I hesitated, picking up my DS, almost throwing it back down in horror as I saw my trainer lying down on the ground, skin charred. Suddenly, a textbox popped up, and I could see a silhouette in the background.
“I’m sorry, Ashley,” the silhouette, JJ, spoke directly to me. “Please don’t hate me.” The game shut off on it’s own. Needless to say, I wasn’t able to sleep. I sat in my bed, crying, for the longest time.
My parents grounded me the next day for breaking the game.
My brother, who had moved away a few months ago, sent me a text message.
“He misses you.”
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End of story...
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