The Pikachu Consriracy
(This is a dark story written on a dare. It's full of violence and scary things. Not for the faint of heart. I assure you. This is a fair warning, please, if you don't like it, please, please PLEASE stop reading. Thank you. )
The Pikachu Conspiracy.
"I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" The other trainer yelled. It was a normal day in viridian city. Normal Trainers, normal battles, normal pokemon.
"Go, Pikachu!" Ash yelled, pointing his gloved index finger towards the offending creature. His fingernails were perfectly cut, the long, slender nail it had once been cut down to the nub, soft and rounded, in a dull, smooth cut. It was the perfect nail, perfect like every part of him, Pikachu was convinced. Ash was perfect, and clearly, a ruler not to be questioned. He giggled quietly, at the pokemon who preformed a slash maneuver. Simple enough to avoid, he leapt back and landed on all fours-and sent a thunderbolt that struck the creature in the head. Again, and again, and again, and.
"PIKACHU! Stop it! Stop it now!!" Ash screamed, wrapped his arms around the pokemon and pulling him away from the battle. The pikachu watched the other trainer run over to her broken Charmander and zap him into the pokeball. words were exchanged. Words that had no meaning of feeling. There was yelling, but Pikachu was oblivious to it all.
"Pikachu, buddy, whats gotten into you? You've got to exercise some control pal." Ash was saying. They were walking down the path in the forest, back to town. Back to Misty and Brock.
"Why should I?
"What?"
"Why should I "Control" myself. It's not my fault these pathetic excuses for pokemon continue to challenge me. To challenge us. We need to show them who their master's are. Crush them Ash. We need to crush them all. " Pikachu whispered quietly. Ash blinked. The human dropped the chu, who faced him with a serious expression. Ash shook his head wildly.
"S, since when can you talk?!" He screamed. Pikachu tilted his head.
"Chu?"
"Pikachu? Say something?"
"Pi, pikachu! Pika?"
Ash shook his head. It was just his imagination. He turned a corner along the path, and locked eyes with a little boy, holding a bug catching net.
"You looked at me! Lets have a pokemon battle!" The child screamed. Pikachu grinned and hopped up on Ash's shoulder.
"Yes Ash. Let us have a pokemon battle. Let's expunge his pokemon...let us, let us sanctify the world of the unclean ones and purify the filth that stands before us. That pitiful Pokemon is nothing compared to us Ash...
"S, stop it!"
"We can rid the world of them. We will be the stronger. Don't you get it? We're Gods Ash ketchum! Let us hurry now,and kill them. Kill them all!
"STOP IT!"
"We can teach them an exquisite ballet of pain and suffering, a heavenly hymn of hellish screams which chorus the world, and we will stand among it all victorious, bathed and baptized with the blood of our enemies we will swallow the souls of each one and-
"SHUT UP!!!!" The boy screamed. He ran, leaving the pikachu behind. The bug catcher stared. Pikachu giggled.
"An, a, a,and, and, and, and, and, and, he's, he's been saying stuff to me! He's gone insane!" Ash sobbed. They were in the hotel room. Misty and Brock listening quietly.
"That doesn't sound like pikachu." Brock said.
"Yeah, Ash. Most pokemon can't talk." Misty noted.
"But he DID" Ash whined.
"Maybe you were imagine things" Brock advised.
"It's possible. You were out in the sun for a long time."Misty whispered.
"It wasn't...was I? I...I was training really hard. Maybe..." Ash questioned.
"It was probably nothing." Brock cooed
"Just your imagination." Misty pipped. Ash nodded. They all went to bed.
"Why, Hello Pikachu!" Professor Oak smiled, when he noticed the young mouse enter his lab. It was late at night, the wind howling outside.
"Where's Ash?" He asked. The little rodent walked in quietly, eyes open, staring at the professor.
"Pikachu? Are you alright?
"Piiiiiiiiika. "
"Well, I'll just give Ash's pokedex a ring and he'll come and get you."
"Pikachu chu."
Ash's pokedex buzzed, vibrating quietly on the table next to the sleeping young boy. The vibrations were just enough, just enough to reach his ears, and snap his eyes awake.
"Pikachu!" He exclaimed, his body soaked with sweat, and his shorts dampened with the foul stench of urine. He was dreaming. Dreaming that Pikachu was doing something horrible. He fell out of bed, and landed on his knees, panting quietly. A hand reached up and grasped the pokedex and flipped it open. There was no one on the other end of the line.
Pikachu giggled quietly, reaching a bloodied paw up to wipe the saliva from his lips. His hips, paws, tummy, and most of his face was covered in the sparkling red river that originated from the back for Dr. Oak's skull. He way lying on the ground, wide eyed, clutching the bite marks on his jugular that were covered up by the knife marks now. Pikachu leaned down, sinking his fangs into the man's nose, the flesh and bitter taste of blood pleasing the taste buds. Warm, and thick, he suckled down the fluids, smearing the crimson life all over his face and chest. By now, Pikachu had a full erection, the bobbing, pink rod, throbbing with need, a need Pikachu promptly took care of.
The eye socket was rather tight, a difficult entry, but he managed, and once he had forced enough of his cock into the blood soaked hole, it was alright. The soft popping sound of muscle and brain tissue folding around the tip of his penis was invigorating, an extraordinary feeling, much better and tighter then a vagina. He had just managed his first orgasm when the door burst open. Ash stared at him. Pikachu giggled.
"My first step...is...to purge them. Fix the world. You'll not stand in my way, will you Ash. Ash ketchum from pallet town? Your one of the only clean one's left Ash. This...filth isn't even good enough to lick the dirt from between our toes."
"You killed him."
"I sanctified him with my milk. "
"You...you sick, twisted little bastard."
"....are you..going to help me Ash?" Pikachu asked quietly, and bent down to pick up the bloodied knife he had used to cut professor Oak. He already knew Ash's answer. Ash wasn't clean. He was an unpurified one. But Pikachu would help him. He would fix his master, and everything would be ok again. He leapt forward, but Ash was ready for him. He dodged to the side, and slammed his foot into the chu's tummy. Pikachu when sprawling to the ground, and Ash picked up the knife. He didn't know where it had come from, or what pikachu was doing with it, but he was ready. He was ready for whatever Pikachu was going to do.
"Piiiiika! Pika pika!" Pikachu sobbed. Ash growled.
"Ooooh, no! No, you can't fool me! Your not going to fool me again. I know you can talk. And your evil. You an evil little rat!"
"Pika! Piiika." Pikachu cried out, rubbing his stomach. Ash didn't move.
"Ash...Put, the knife, down. PLEASE!" A voice cried out from behind him. It was Misty. Misty, and Brock.
"What? No, No, I didn't..."
"Ash...just relax...ok?" Brock cooed.
"Brock? No! It wasn't me! Pikachu! Pikachu killed him!!
"Ash...please...please don't do this." Misty sobbed.
"IT WASN'T ME!" Ash screamed
"Put, the knife down Ash. Put it down,and we'll talk about this. "Brock whispered.
"But you believe it wasn't me?"
"No, No it wasn't you. I'm sure would you wouldn't do anything like this."Misty begged.
Ash put the knife down. Brock tackled him. Misty sobbed. Pikachu giggled. Soon, ash was left in the care of Officer Jenny and sent to the Viridian City mental ward for observation. Misty stayed behind for a month before realizing Ash wasn't coming Back. Brock simply disappeared, and Pikachu was let in the care of Misses Ketchum...who curiously stopped returning phone calls...