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Ash and Pikachu had just enjoyed a delightful meal of rice balls and just waved goodbye to the two siblings that were still oblivious to the fact that there was a tornado outside. As for Brock, he simply just teleported away, saying he had a job interview. Ash didn’t believe him for a moment until he actually did teleport.
Ash and Pikachu walked to Sinnoh because they were very hip. Ash spots a Pokémon Center nearby. He and Pikachu smirk, knowing just what’s about to happen.
“You thinking what I’m thinking, buddy?” he asked.
‘“Pika!”
They walked into the Pokémon Center and walk toward the shop. Pikachu jumped onto the counter while Ash slammed a fake ID on it. The cashier gulped, knowing this kid—I mean adult meant business. He checked the ID, and it seemed legit. As he was about to ask Ash which pack he wanted, Barry slammed the Pokémon Center doors open, despite them being automatic. Barry balled his fists up, standing with the meanest looking eyes that not even a Gyarados can rival. He stomped his feet—Fee-fi-fo-fum. His footsteps shook the Pokémon Center, causing floors to crack and people to cling to any surface they could. Pikachu jumped onto Ash’s shoulder, which caught the attention of Barry.
Fee-fi-fo-fum—his footsteps neared Ash. Ash and Pikachu braced themselves. He took out a slip of paper and handed it to Ash. Ash looked at the paper, only to see an old movie ticket from… 1856?!
“Dude, what the fu—”
“Consider yourself fined, Mister!” he shouted as he waved his finger to say ‘no’. Behind him, he spotted Officer Jenny. It surprised Ash that she actually showed up to do her job.
“Snitch…” Ash muttered under his breath. Just as he was about to get taken away, the cashier intervenes and starts ogling at her. Ash squints his eyes and is stunned. The cashier is Brock. Brock smirks and began his monologue.
“I think we both know who’s better suited for those handcuffs,”
“I—”
“Step on me, Mo—”
“Hold up,” said a strange voice in the distance. This strange person grabbed Brock, Ash, AND Pikachu by the ear and dragged them outside the Pokémon Center. Ash looks at the child kidnapper. Wait, Dawn???? She gives them a stern look.
“What did I tell you three?”
“Don’t destroy Pokémon Centers and harass Officer Jenny,” all three said in unison. Suddenly, Dawn locked eyes with an old lady wholesomely walking their Pokémon down the street. This made all of their blood boil. They began chasing the old lady, calling her various insults, the first being her walking a Pokémon down the street with a leash. Like who the fuck does that?
As they chase the old lady, the Pokémon ran in a different direction, leaving her to fend for herself. They were ganging up on her. There was no escaping what was going to come to her. Until they heard British laughing. They turn their heads to see Cynthia and Garchomp sitting on the porch of Cynthia’s house, sipping tea. Garchomp even says its own name in a British accent. Of course, this infuriates Ash and he smashes Cynthia’s teacup.
British gasping ensues.
Cynthia runs into the house, grabs a newspaper, and whacks Ash with it. Pikachu sees its trainer in danger and does the only thing it knows how to do. Electricity sparks around the surrounding area—the sheer force knocking everyone down. As Dawn falls to the ground, the impact forced Piplup out of its Pokéball. This made the Pokémon confused as hell. Pikachu released its electric energy, but before Piplup could save them all, it was too late. The Pokémon world felt this electricity to the max, cursing them all with clown afros. News spread quickly, as the afros were irreversible. For those who already had afros, their hair became that to where it was beyond being untangled. Piplup was the only Pokémon unaffected. As it watched this horrific event happen to his companions and the world, tears slowly fell. With this unfamiliar burden on its shoulders, it ran away to Arceus knows where.
Jessie was furious, emotionally damaged, and broken beyond repair. Whilst Meowth and James ate ice cream to recover from the permanent afros, Jessie was sulking in a corner. As hot tears were running down her face, she felt something bump into her. She looked down to see what it was. Dawn’s Piplup? What is it doing here? They both made eye contact, seeing this was the first time they met without hostility. Suddenly, they knew what the other was feeling.
“You too, huh?” The Pokémon nodded. She noticed the Pokémon didn’t have an afro. She also noticed how sad and angry the Pokémon seemed to be.
“I’m also upset. My hair is my identity and without it, I’m not sure who I am.” Piplup looked up at her to see she was not the same Jessie from before. Piplup wasn’t sure how an event like this could change a person so much. Who or what can break a person so badly? Holy shit. Pikachu… Piplup’s face contorted to that of revenge. Piplup grabbed a twig and wrote in the dirt who caused this. Jessie watched as Piplup explained it all. When she saw the name she dreaded so much, she screamed.
James and Meowth look in the direction they heard the scream but shrugged it off, assuming it was just a Pokémon.
“This sea-salt ice cream kinda hits, though,” said James. Meowth agreed, currently on its 24th sea-salt ice cream. They noticed Jessie wasn’t there. Meanwhile, Ash and the gang are searching for Piplup, but it’s nowhere to be seen. Dawn held Piplup’s Pokéball tightly, hoping it would return one day.
Jessie and Piplup look down on the region from a mountaintop nearby. Rage filled their eyes, it being directed towards a certain electric mouse Pokémon.
“Watch out, bitches,” said the woman with a devious smirk. Piplup smirked as well. The two wore mysterious capes and masks to hide their identity. Surely, if anyone found out their true identities, they’d be in for a world of pain.