Chapter Text
It was dark. A storm brewed outside, with huge drops of water crashing down as well as loud claps of thunder. The occasional lightning bolt streaked down from the midnight sky.
He was glad to be indoors, for once, besides the fact that he was terribly lost. He stared out at the raging storm. There was no way he would be getting anywhere in this weather. Without anything else to do, he decided to take a look at his surroundings.
It was too dark to see anything, but he seemed to be in a building of some sort. It was completely silent, and the air had a musty smell. When he rubbed his palm on the ground, he could feel the dirt on his hand. He dusted it off on his shorts, standing up. It felt eerie, and not because of the dark. Even though he could be certain that he was the only person in the building, he felt like he was being watched.
The next flash of lightning caught him off guard, and he jumped. By the bright light, he could see a door on the other side of the room he was in. He could also see exactly how run-down the building was. There was some machinery here and there, but none of them looked like they would work. Using the next lightning bolt, he made his way through the door.
He found himself in a room with a lot of panels, which were covered in buttons. In the dark, he ran his hand over some of them. They would have been interesting if not for the blanket of dust that had settled on them.
What was interesting, though, was the small flash of yellow light coming from beyond the doorway opposite him.
He followed it, using the panels to guide himself, and remembering how the room had looked like when the next streak of lightning shot down from the brewing clouds. When he went through the best doorway, he saw it. It was round, and the top half of its body was red, while the bottom half was white. It was sparking with electricity, and looked angry.
"Voltorb Vol Torb," it snapped as he came in, rolling towards him.
"Hey, cool it, buddy," he said, taking a step backwards. "I won't hurt you."
The Voltorb stopped inches from him, still sparking. He knelt down to its height, reaching out to touch it. There was a prick on his fingers, and he felt the Pokemon relaxing.
"Full of static, huh?" He laughed, and the Voltorb joined in with a metallic giggle.
"Vol Torb Voltorb Volt?" It asked.
"Why am I here?" He repeated, confused. "I don't know. But I can't go out with the storm like this, so I guess I'm staying."
The Voltorb stared at him for a while, then started to roll away.
"Hey, wait!" He ran after it, following its light, running through deserted rooms and equally deserted hallways. Finally, they reached a hallway with a strong yellow light glowing in a room near the end. The Voltorb stopped, nudging him from behind.
"You want me to go in?" He asked, and it seemed to nod. "Is there someone inside who can help me?" It nodded again, but didn't roll forward.
"Do I have to go in by myself?" It nodded once more, nudging his legs before moving backwards.
He took a few steps into the hallway, not taking his eyes off the room with the light. When he reached it, he stopped at the doorway and peeped in. He'd expected to find another person in the room, but definitely not a gigantic Pokemon. It was a lot taller than him, its spiky head brushing the ceiling. Its sharp talons could surely rip him apart if it wanted. Its body was glowing yellow with electricity.
He took a tentative step in, and the bird turned to stare at him with its huge brown eyes. He wished it would be less intimidating, but if this Pokemon would be able to help him get home...
"Umm... hello," he said, his voice coming out like a squeak. "My name is Spark."
It was more than a little unsettling when the huge bird seemed to understand him.
"I'm... I'm lost. I can't go home because of the storm. Can you help me?"
The bird blinked at him. Then it screeched loudly. It was saying something, and he could understand it perfectly.
"I'm... a boy. A human."
The bird screeched again, sounding angry. It spread its large wings to fill the room, making his hair stand on end. He stumbled backwards, hitting a wall of the room and freezing in place. He understood its words perfectly, as though they were speaking the same language. Something had attacked this Pokemon. Someone. A group of humans had tried to capture both this Pokemon and its two siblings, and though it had escaped unharmed, it didn't yet know the fate of the others. It looked angry on the outside, but he could tell that it was just shocked, and scared.
"I'm not with them, I promise," he said, his voice shaking. "I won't hurt you." He turned around, hoping that the bird wouldn't do anything to him. "I don't have anything with me. But I really am lost, and I want to get home. My friend- Voltorb- said you could help me. So... will you please help me get home?"
The bird was silent, still fixing him with that awful stare.
"I - well, it's okay if... if you don't want to help me... I - I'll go and ask someone else... it's just that I don't want my family to be worried, so I wanted to get home as soon as possible, but -" There was a movement in front of him, and he looked up. The bird was right in front of him, and though it was still staring, its eyes were kind.
He reached out slowly, finally resting his hand on its beak. It was warm under his hands, and sparked with static just like Voltorb had.
"Thank you," he whispered, not knowing if it was his own excitement or the bird's electricity that sent a prickle down his spine.
Outside, the storm ceased.