It has been about two weeks since I came into this world. So far, I have met with only a handful of Pokémon: a treeko and a poochyena on my first day, a mother and child Zeraora pair on my second, and I keep seeing a handful of flying-type Pokémon flying in the skies every day out of the corner of my eyes.
The other day, I remember meeting a couple more electric-type Pokémon in the shaft. I remember meeting a small, mouse-like Pokémon with a pale yellow body, a black collar, and large ears. Its most distinct features are its bright pink cheeks, which are its tiny electrical sacs.
- A Pichu -
The pre-evolution form of the famous main Pokémon partner in the anime series. I also saw the Pichu taking care of two other baby Pokémon, Plusle and Minun. It was flabbergasting and exhilarating.
Watching the Pokémon I dreamt of in my dreams. It has been dangerous but fantastic.
I won't lie, I don't miss my old world, not even a little bit.
Although my parents, friends were all very good and supportive, I never really felt close to them. It was just a formality. But here, in this world, I feel alive for the first time in my life. I am not burdened with the weight of getting extraordinary grades, completing assignments with extremely challenging deadlines, and not lost in hopes that the professors would go easy on me.
Now, as I was lost in thought, the mother Zeraora got up from her resting place, and then with a sudden, sharp yet calm shout,
"ZZera!"
Calling out the child Zeraora to follow her from my side.
She suddenly started going to the centre of the building shaft, where there lay an open space with a couple of broken transformers and what I identified as generators, built similarly to the ones built back on Earth.
In fact, not only do the generators and Transformers look the same, they are the same ones I was studying back in my world.
Anyways, it looks like there is some sort of electrical disturbance due to the faulty and unmaintained equipment lying around, because I spotted a lot of electrical Pokémon gathering around. All of them here had sparks all over their bodies.
I saw that Pichu, Plusle, and Minun. I also saw a few other electrical Pokémon. There were a couple of Mareep, an Elekid, and a few others. All of them spark all over their body.
It looked as if the electrical Pokémon were enjoying the electromagnetic disturbance caused due to the faulty electrical equipment in the area.
After standing there for a few minutes, the mother Zeraora signalled the child Zeraora beside me and started punching the air.
I didn't quite register what was happening, but it looked like my friend understood. He followed his mother, then started punching the air, copying her moves. His fists suddenly began to glow a pale white, and little sparks of yellow light gathered around them. I was startled by the glowing light blue and yellow sparks of thunder and electricity.
The mother, Zeraora, looked approvingly at her child and then began to look at me, reenacting her routine, and gazed at me as if telling me to copy them. And so I did, I obviously felt nothing, and no sparks or static energy were building up in my fist.
Meanwhile, the little Zeraora looked ecstatic. Suddenly, the sparks around his arms erupted, and thick coils of light blue and yellow started twirling around his fists, as if accepting their fate to be wielded around the young one's arms.
This is when I realised that the mother was teaching her offspring a move, the unique move, "Plasma Fists", available to only Zeraora in the movies.
The young Zeraora soon started jumping up and down in sparks with his fists up in the air, his smug smile as if he had defeated Arceus himself with those fists. Seeing his happiness, both his mother and I smiled.
And then, they started looking at my fists with a worried expression,
"Zeraaaa?"
"ZeraaaAaaaa?" the little one purred along,
"I mean, you didn't expect me to learn Plasma Fists, did you?"
There was silence. The mother and son duo stared at me for a while, then the little Zeraora came and patted my head with his spark-filled fists with a soft and worried expression on his face, and a quick and soulful,
"Zeraa,"
as if saying, "It's okay, it's going to be alright."
My heart just melted looking at that face, and then it hit me,
"Of course, it's gonna be alright, I am not a Pokémon, you know?!"
The mother looked at both of us. Her expression looked concerned and sad while looking at me, while she was happy looking at her successful little offspring.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to make her happy, but how could I learn a Pokémon move while being a human? Anyways, she kept making Zeraora and me practise shadow punching a tree to improve.