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It’s a beautiful morning and Pikachu is drop-dead tired.
Between strenuous special training with his team, being on edge as he caught wisps of Team Rocket’s presence (but not actually the real thing, for whatever reason), and having little time to rest in between, it was no wonder why he felt this way. Of course he knew that being in a Pokéball could restore his health a lot more than just sleeping outside where the sun could fry him, but he would never submit to such fallacies of the will. And it’s not like he’s going to say no to training, especially against a Gym with a Type that could easily squish him flat.
So he keeps on keeping on.
Practice, helping with the table or campfire, napping in inopportune places until it inevitably gets interrupted a few minutes later, rinse and repeat. Breaking up fights, holding small battles or acting as referees to some, watching as the Pokémon play and the people do their work.
(He’s not overworking himself! He’s just doing what he can to help out everyone with the experience that he has.)
At one such fortuitous day, Pikachu finds himself in the middle of eating breakfast, burying his face in the food as he inhaled the usual filling meal, when the question was asked.
Still feeling the sparks on his cheeks, the longtime partner of a certain Ash Ketchum tilts his head at the tinier Electric Type, trying to discern the message. Training?, he asks, because it was one thing to be dragged into an impromptu match by Froakie or being egged into one by Fletchling.
And an entirely different matter when it’s the little girl’s Dedenne. The same Dedenne that nods, narrowing his eyes with focus as he tries to stand tall. You’re so strong and fast and cool and I want to be like you! the little mouse cries, and Pikachu feels his cheeks crackle with the strength of that feeling. Please teach me now now now!
A brown paw reaches into Pikachu’s bowl in the middle of that passionate speech. Pikachu slaps it away with his tail before facing Dedenne once more. Are you… sure about that? he asks slowly, trying to restrain the hesitant nature of that question and failing. It takes a lot of effort to become strong. Over many days and months and years as well.
Dedenne nodded enthusiastically. Yeah yeah yeah I want that I really do!
I think the spark wants that, Fletchling says waggishly, bumping his chest with a claw to clear his throat from the last pellet. Hopping next to Dedenne, he then inspected the Antenna Pokémon’s body with a keen eye. And what do you know: not a single bone of ‘I don’t want that’ in ‘im.
I couldn’t tell, Pikachu replies drily. Fletchling laughs in response, a loud and deep sound that would be out of place on such a small body, and the Mouse Pokémon shakes his head in good jest.
Dedenne pulls at Pikachu’s tail nonetheless, chirping out a plaintive, I can really do it, honest, please let me do it.
And no matter what Pikachu couldn’t really say no to that face, could he?
He’s about to crack! In three…
(And it’s not like Pikachu has anything else to do now, right?)
Two…
(Sleep can wait for later, couldn’t it?)
One…
(After all, it was he who had received this honour. The question. A role model, like he should be.)
Just follow me! Pikachu says too fast and too quick, almost scrambling the words. At the confused look that Dedenne shoots him he then lets his cheeks generate the same message but in electrical form, allowing the antennae of the younger Pokémon to receive the words loud and clear. With a small squeal Dedenne rushes to his side and nuzzles him, sending all that energy back and more, and Pikachu couldn’t really regret that, could he?
Right on schedule! Fletchling chortles, almost falling to his back, and Pikachu shoots off a weak bolt that fries the former’s food with a sizzling sound.
A warning shot, and definitely not some bad aim.
The point of exercise was to build strength and maintain health.
Am I doing it yet?
None of which Dedenne has spades of to begin with.
Pikachu is patient, it is true, but sleepiness can make him cranky, snarky, and a little mean-spirited. He’s not afraid to acknowledge that; everyone got flaws. What he is afraid of is setting off his protégé who is much too inexperienced and has known him for too little of a time to understand how bad Pikachu can really get.
(If Team Rocket were here, and they really shouldn’t be, they would know. His grudge-holding skills go a million miles high and strike back ten times more still, and through that he can let out all his grievances in some well-placed attacks.
But they’re not. And that also annoys Pikachu, for some reason.)
So here Pikachu is, once again trying to herd back Dedenne from the tenth thing that distracted him from their small run— an even smaller pebble. A pebble that he’s struggling to pull up. It would be funny if it wasn’t so distracting and if Pikachu could hold his eyelids up for more than a minute at a time. Hey, Dedenne?
The smaller mouse’s tail flicks around as he grunts, still trying to heave the stone. I think I’ve… gotten stronger… just look I’m actually carrying this it’s really happening!
This cannot be happening. We’ve only done a small fraction of the first lap of the field. We barely practiced. He stifles a yawn at the end, which was very considerate of himself. Very humanlike as well, but who cares?
Certainly not Dedenne, who managed to lift the stone up to his knees— a very impressive feat indeed, but not the one Pikachu was aiming for. But I am getting stronger right? And better? And maybe I can battle you someday and be awesome just like you and and—
Hold it. Pikachu takes up the rock and Dedenne with it, tiny paws kick up in the air as the tail lashes about.
A squeaky voice protests, Put me down! I can do it I know I can do it—
I know you can do it too, Pikachu says softly, disguising his sore throat with a lowered voice while removing the Pokémon from the rock. Trying to be as tactful as possible, he follows it up with, It’s just that this might not be the right… task. It never was the task to begin with, but he… understands.
Then what is? Dedenne whines, looking distraught, and Pikachu feels his heart drop in his chest. Because he understands that drive to learn, to become stronger, to become better but—
This little guy is just so full of energy! And keeps running away to prove how much stronger he’s gotten even though they never have and never will finish the one lap that Pikachu wanted to complete, just to get a gauge at his endurance and speed. And Pikachu can’t do that if he’s too busy trying to pull Dedenne away from every little distraction and saving him from potholes and trees and everything around them.
Focus and a keen eye.
(Something needs to change.)
Dedenne peers up at him, love glittering in his rounded eyes.
(And someone needs to take a break so that he could handle this bundle of energy with the attitude and drive he deserves.)
Pikachu exhales, rubbing the back of his head. There was one way he could do both, right? He straightens up as he uses a dramatic voice: I’m going to give you a very heavy task, all of it taxing physically and mentally. To do this, you must gather three items—
Like Berries? Dedenne interrupts, looking intrigued.
Pikachu nods. Sure, why not. You must gather three Berries and they must be succulent, unblemished, and as unique as the other.
So…
They must be good Berries and they have to be different, he explains, voice back to normal.
Dedenne starts to nod, looking more enthused with every second. So like if I do this I’ll be worthy and awesome and you’ll battle me?
Battling was… a jump. A very big jump. I’ll do you one better: some Extra Secret Special Training!
Extra special secret training…?! Dedenne’s eyes sparkle with curiosity and hope, his ears perking up and tail swishing erratically
Pikachu paws at his ear, somehow feeling full. Was it the praise? Was he actually getting a little too content in his own abilities and overestimating others based on it? Maybe he could... I can even make it easier for you by helping if you—
Dedenne shakes his head, standing firmer and at the ready. I’ve gotta do it, I’ll show you that I can get FIVE of them if you want, you know, I’m gonna get it you’ll see I’ll give you the best ones ever! And on my own so you know that I’m ready for it and everything!
So are you going to just tell me about it? he teases lightly, and the part Fairy-Type’s eyes widen in surprise before his paws quickly get him scampering off.
Well. That was one eventful challenge he could issue. He would go on to check on Dedenne, make sure that the little spark was on track, but… he did say he could handle it, and he was a very good Berry-sniffer too. A quick nap couldn’t hurt. He needs to get his strength back before he could do the training regiment he promised. And if Pikachu got started earlier for this nap he could even check up on him afterwards just in case Dedenne needed some help.
Yeah. That’s a good plan. And this was a good spot to regain energy, if anything. Just… for a second…
(A shadow stands over him half an hour later. “Ash, Pikachu’s fainted!”
A spitting sound and mild complaints in the background. "Pikachu's WHAT?!”)
Underneath the sun, Heliolisk lazes about with his belly to solid ground.
Actual ground. Grassy ground. It’s been ages since he had the opportunity to experience something that wasn’t artificial, something that can soak in the sky and grow something new in its wake. It felt… disconcerting. After being surrounded by machinery for many years, finding himself travelling on the road had been quite a shock. Spending more time in the Pokéball was already strange as it was.
And yet it was something he chose all the same. He opens his mouth in a yawn, his tongue flicking out in the air. The smell of ozone reeks in the air, catching his attention, and he turns his head around thirty-five degrees to the right.
His new view encompasses the caped-boy’s Pikachu and the little sister’s (of his Trainer, make no mistake) Dedenne as they converse and then scurry away. Or maybe it was his Trainer’s Dedenne. There was a Pokéball that held the little one’s signature, one that was clearly new and secure, but evidently that Dedenne would rather sleep in a pouch like some youngling Kangaskhan instead.
Heliolisk’s tail swipes the ground, swift and unneeded. Everything about Heliolisk is unneeded. He is no longer at the Gym, challenging the Challengers, and being outside is just reminding it of how different he is. All around him, Pokémon are doing things. Chatting, moving, getting food or stocking up or just generally helping.
And Heliolisk doesn’t understand half of it. He lowers his head to the ground, following the lead of his eyelids, peeking through thin slits as he slowly turns his head to where the humans are. Currently, they were making small talk as they planned out their route, a map on the table they’ve erected as voices and bodies rose and descended with the direction of the conversation. Heliolisk did not presume to have a place at that table— it wasn’t like he had a purpose there.
And he barely knew the other Pokémon either. It spoke volumes that the first meeting he had with his Trainer’s Pokémon was through a battle on the side of a defective robot, digging his claws in and charging in with reckless abandon. That sort of reputation must also be the reason why the other Pokémon weren’t approaching him either. But it was fine. It wasn’t like Heliolisk cared or anything.
He can survive on scraps. He’s done it long enough by now to know his true priority, and that is survival, and that is the easiest way forward, and that means isolation.
Uh! Heliolisk! Can you— Eep! The lizard snaps an eye fully open as he beheld the visage of a nervous Dedenne, the tail of the latter wrapped over his paws and sparking lightly as he cocks his head at him. Were you actually sleeping?
Sunbathing, he gruffly says, standing up to his full height and stretching out his limbs, his frill opening up to take in more of that sun and the space around him. Clicking his tongue, he then regards the Pokémon in front of him. What did that Pikachu do?
Dedenne’s mouth was so wide open, a Yanmega could’ve flown right into it. How did you know? he squeaks, looking utterly baffled.
Somehow that reaction warms a tiny part of Heliolisk’s heart, enough to jerk a head at where he last spied them. You were talking to him and then you ran to me. You usually spend most of your time with him— an average of two straight hours a day, which is impressive taking your attention span to account. He then closes his frill, staring down at the fellow Electric-Type. So, my question…
Ah, yeah! That question! …What question?
Since the day had barely begun, Heliolisk could entertain this little one for a while longer. There was no other reason why he would do such a thing, after all. Your reason for coming here.
Dedenne nodded seriously. I need to find five Berries to impress Pikachu so that I can get Extra Special Secret Training so that I can be just like him! Heliolisk buried that part of him that turns bitter (the same part that warmed, earlier) as he continues to listen. And like they have to actually be different-different and not eaten, he was really serious about that, and ripe and maybe it shouldn’t be broken either I can’t remember but they have to be very good Berries you know! …And you look strong.
I look… strong?
You are strong! Dedenne amends, fixing him with his eyes that were boarding on Baby-Doll (thank the Order it was not). Nosing up to him, the dormouse gives him another sure nod. Your battle was so cool and you kept going and you never ever give up.
Heliolisk’s eyes widened. The words were fragile on the air, phantasmal yet so breakable. This opinion is breakable too. Heliolisk can only cradle it in his mouth, letting it roll over his tongue and swallow it where it would sustain him like warm, fresh food. Dedenne doesn’t notice as he adds, So like I think you could help me but only if you want to because five Berries is a lot and—
I’ll help. The words jump out of Heliolisk’s chest cavity before he could even blink. Shaking his head, the lizard then adopts a more neutral look as he stalks forward, not saying a word beyond, Let’s get started, shall we?
Dedenne jumps forward and darts beside him, whiskers crackling with signals that bounce off Heliolisk and turn into sensations and feelings easily read, overlaying with the words pouring out of his mouth in equal measure. Y…ay thank you so much this is going to be so cool and I’m so ready for this you’re not going to regret this not one lick I promise it’s going to be great!
And for some reason, for Heliolisk, that was enough.
On the other side of the same clearing, a different group of Pokémon were out and about.
“Okay guys, let’s face the facts— last time was a complete embarrassment to the name of Team Rocket.” Meowth was standing tall— well, as tall as his stature would usually allow him— glaring at his comrades. The human cohort were too busy lounging about underneath the shade of the tree they managed to find, and they still did not display any sort of attention towards their teammate.
James positively yawned, his left leg stretching a bit. “What do you mean, old chum?”
“We’re actually doing quite well, all things considered,” Jessie said, picking her nails (which were still covered by the elbow-length gloves). “We don’t get Blasted Off the last couple of times.”
“Tats the problem!” The Scratch Cat Pokémon pulled at his ears, looking haunted as he turned his head from side to side. As if making sure that the enemy wasn’t around and being satisfied with the results, he then faced them once more. “We don’t ever give up before. Now? We’re just walkin’ away from the job. That’s no way a Team Rocket member behaves!”
“Eh. It’s not like we’ve got rocket boosters this time.” The lavender-haired man went to stretch his right leg this time. “Can’t afford more physiotherapy, you know.”
Jessie scoffed. “That pseudoscience? Pah. Get me a masseur and then we’ll talk.” Locking eyes with Meowth, her counterance stayed as harsh as before. “We’ve collected a good amount of information, and quite valuable information at that. Excuse us for not wanting to break our backs physically every moment we’re in proximity of the Twerp. Especially since there are much tougher Pokémon out here.” She clucked her tongue. “That mouse keeps needing to be saved by everything around here. That Froakie, the Mega Blaziken… There’s better options, you know?”
“No?” Meowth stared at her, mouth agape. Even James stopped his strange stretches to gawk at Jessie’s words.
Nearby, the fluffy top of Pumpkaboo blinked languidly at the words uttered by those versed on human speak. She did not care, you see, about their various quarrels regarding the yellow electric rodent. But hearing about a Froakie reminded her of her last meal before being snatched up by a Pokéball, after free-falling from a devastating attack coordinated by a Chespin and a Fennekin, and her fangs snapped against each other in anguish. Oh, how she missed those days! Free-living and able to enjoy herself constantly.
Pulling herself from out of the ground, she hovered about in search of the enemies she thought of. She could’ve sworn she felt some familiar vibrations nearby, the phantasmal taste of a familiar soul, and she wasn’t going to be swayed by her owner and her friends.
Even more nearby, the flashing lights of one certain Pokémon caught her attention. Without care did Inkay swoop on by, rotating his body in the air as he followed beside her. What are you doooooing?
Pumpkaboo puffed out some steam, already feeling disgruntlement settling into her core. Revenge, she hissed, golden eyes still scouring for any possible signs.
Drifting further and further away from the stalwart tree they were all beneath, Inkay decided to stay along for the ride. Hmm. What is revenge?
She shot him a look. When you make your enemies pay for all the wrongdoings that they have caused upon you and your domain. Furrowing her brow, she then said, I would think someone like you would know what the word meant.
Inkay shrugged, not answering anymore. Pumpkaboo turned away at that, focusing her energy towards the transgressors.
Her Trainer wanted powerful Pokémon? Then she would get them after Pumpkaboo was done with her go. Husks were a good enough trophy, right?
(she would make them pay she would make them pay she would she will they will pay pay pay)
The forest is lush and thriving.
Heliolisk is mindful of his steps as they traverse the trees that boarded the area around where they were set up, his body alert and ready for action. There were many Pokémon passing them by, which made sense— the first belonged to everyone, but Wild Pokémon usually made their homes here. Heliolisk hasn’t been wild in a long, long time. Maybe he was never wild to begin with.
Dedenne has been marvelling over the scenery for the last few minutes, although now it had only occurred to him why they were there, to some noisy protests. Wha? With this many trees? How are we supposed to find which one has the Berries?
Through observation, Heliolisk says, raising his frills up before flicking out his tongue. The air currents should flow more easily through trees with less Berries, although it could be the same with those that held more branches or those who were too tall. In which all of them were too tall, so that point was moot.
If Emolga or Magneton (or Magnemite) were here, this task would’ve been so much more easier. Just hover or fly by each tree until the right one was near, snap a Berry off, and that’s it. But Heliolisk, with his land-ridden condition and heavy body couldn’t hope to achieve such feats. He clamps his mouth shut, trying to keep all that worry locked inside as he strides forward.
And yet, the little one persists. Did you finish observing yet? Dedenne asks, following after him in a hurried manner. Because I tried to look but I’m too small and honestly it’s just easier for me to climb up because I’m good at climbing if only Pikachu could see me climb or maybe he already did and—
Wait, hold up. Heliolisk peers back at Dedenne, who stops his long-winded ramble to adorably cock his head at him. The lizard shakes off that moment of weakness. You are adept at climbing?
Of course I am adept at climbing! I’m the most adeptest there is! Dedenne puffs his cheeks up before letting it go a moment later, combing paws over his whiskers before scampering to the nearest tree. Wait wait wait you’ve got to see this! And before Heliolisk could say anything else the tiny mouse… literally ran up the tree.
Heliolisk watches this all agog, his mouth hanging open as he watches the sheer speed in which the Antenna Pokémon had made the climb. In mere seconds he had reached the first branch up ahead, throwing himself towards the next with reckless abandon and a voice loud enough to hear from the ground. There’s none here so I’ll just go higher okay?
W…Wait! Heliolisk finally regains control of speaking functions as he walks over to the base of the tree. Dedenne pauses upon the third lowest branch, halfway past it horizontally, and the lizard tries to reorganise his thoughts as well. You can’t just climb every tree up here; we’ll never get anything done by the end of the day if that’s the case. Dedenne droops, and Heliolisk hurriedly follows it up by, We must conserve our energy and focus it upon an area that we know has Berries.
How do we do that?
Heliolisk nods to the ground below, and Dedenne’s expression becomes clouded as he runs right back down and tries to see the same view. The lizard says, I’m sure there are many Pokémon who take Berries from these trees. You remember the Croagunk that were walking by, right? And the Psyduck, Roselia…
And the Ducklett, Dedenne says, looking up at the sky where such Flying-Types would reside.
The lizard clicks his tongue in approval. Correct. Whether they eat the Berries from the branches themselves or after knocking it to the ground, one thing will always remain. A part of the fruit that most cannot digest. Something hard that can grow into another tree, if planted correctly.
It’s a… a… Dedenne scratches at his head as he tries to get the answer. Heliolisk waits patiently, his tail flicking across the ground before swiping by the mouse’s own long appendage. As if spread by that contact alone, Dedenne jumps up and explains, A seed a seed there must be seeds around here!
How did you get to that answer? he decides to ask, testing to see if that theory wasn’t actually correct.
I always used to throw seeds away because I couldn’t do anything with them and when there’s so many of them that I would start to stumble over them it would be a sign that the tree is the best one ever! He looks so proud of his deduction, his cheeks glowing with that pride, and Heliolisk gulps. That is the sign of someone who can light up the universe. This was a sign that he was getting attached.
Brushing it off like he would with grass, the lizard starts to move forward. Dedenne flows suit, both pairs of eyes scanning the ground before them. It was a far-fetched idea, especially considering the variable growth rates of Berries, but just when his faith had started to run out, there was a glint buried just a little ways ahead of them.
It’s a seed! Dedenne exclaims as he runs forward, digging up the item and holding it up. I’ve got it we’ve got it it’s an actual seed!
Wonderful, Heliolisk says cordially as he stops beside him, arms folded, But don’t forget why were looking for seeds.
Dedenne gasps before looking up, his eyes widening with the prospect in front of them. You think there’s a Berry here?
The lizard kicks at the ground in front of him, noting the grass to be sun-soaked and adequately growing. His head snaps up as his eyes narrows— he’s still not convinced. It cannot be that easy. One seed can be anything. We need a few more at one spot to be truly confident.
Aww… Dedenne drops his seed sadly, his whole body follows suit. We’re never gonna find a Berry ever and I’ll never to train and be cool and then the whole world is going to end!
…The world will end. Really?
Of course it is. The indignant look Dedenne shoots Heliolisk would be funny if it wasn’t in such a small face. Waving his paws about, the little mouse rants, There’s these bad guys who always try to steal Pikachu or other Pokémon but mostly Pikachu and they’re not strong-strong but they are scary and they want to rule the world so yeah.
Was this what his human Trainer got up to when he was away? Swallowing away any confusion, for it will certainly not help their case, Heliolisk turns his attention to the ground once more. Then I hope they will not intrude again, for all our sakes.
Dedenne makes a very human-ish sound of disbelief. They always come, you’ll see.
I guess I will.
And you will!
Heliolisk shakes his head, holding back a… smile? What was he smiling about? There was nothing funny about the end of the world, or Pokémon thieves, or trudging through a forest on the whims of someone else. He focuses his gaze ahead and keeps walking, emptying his mind of such silly notions, and soon enough, another seed appears.
And another and another. Dedenne squeaks happily as he prances around them, throwing them around as if it were a celebration. Yes we’ve got more we’ve got so much more this is awesome that means there has to be a Berry here right?
Presumably. Heliolisk peers upwards, trying to discern the hiding place of one and… there! A glint of colour up above, juicy and real. He turns to Dedenne and sees him jumping in his spot, full of energy, and yet… waiting for something.
Heliolisk raises an eye ridge. You’re not running? he asks mildly.
Dedenne faces him with something akin to shock, body pausing as his mouth hangs open. I can do that?
Didn’t you just— He shakes his head and crosses his arms. You shouldn’t have to wait for me, you know. Go get your prize. Dedenne gives him one final look before scampering off, his feet quickly closing distance before he stands up above.
So I just… throw it, right?
Sure. At Dedenne's extended stare, Heliolisk takes his mind. Berry, falling through air, collisions… His eyes widen and then he babbles, I’ll catch it, though, so wait for my signal!
Oh, okay! Halfway through the pulling process, the small mouse waited for the signal, which ended up being a flash of light too bright which almost blinded him. Hey, ow, that hurts! Be careful next time.
Heliolisk closes his frills. Did he hurt his new friend (wait, where did that come from?). I apologize for the harm I may have caused!
Dedenne shakes his head from up above, which from down below looked almost indistinguishable from any other sort of movement. It’s okay I’ll just do it now so here… I… go! And then he starts to tug.
(For some reason, Heliolisk’s heart is thudding on his tongue. Why did he care so much, he could barely tell.)
His eyes were trained on the Berry, his legs primed for running across the plain at a seconds notice, his arms flexing and readying for impact.
There was one tiny grunt before something fell from the sky, two things actually, and then Heliolisk’s brain stopped. Wait, no. That wasn’t the plan. Somehow, instinctively, he dove for the smaller object, his claws stretched as far as they could in over to catch the small body.
Impact came, and Heliolisk opens his eyes (which he may have squeezed at the moment of impact) to see a curled up Dedenne combing his face within his grip. Wow, he said causally, You really are strong.
Heliolisk drops him to the ground. Also instinctively.
(Needless to say, they try again to grab another Berry. The second attempt was much more successful, now that they knew what to expect and how to combat it.)
Dedenne was so going to show how awesome he is, in three simple steps.
One: Get all the Berries and show them to Pikachu.
Two: Be awesome.
Three: He’s already won so this step can be for the secret special practice or whatever it was called.
Number one seems to be the hardest step considering five Berries is a lot and Heliolisk keeps walking so fast, but Dedenne won’t give up! He’ll surpass him easy and then get everything he needs so that he can show he’s the most awesomest ever and—
Dedenne hit a small hole, tumbling into it and flipping over with a small whine. Buh— Wah? Where did this come from?
It certainly did not materialise in front of you, if that is what you are wondering. Heliolisk moves over to lower his tail down the hole, allowing Dedenne to scamper up and reach the normal ground again. Shaking off the bit of dirt and leaves that remained, the lizard adds, You must watch your step. The forest is large and can get quite thick at some parts.
I-I know that! Dedenne blusters, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. I lived in a forest before!
Heliolisk raises an eye ridge as they continue their trek. Really?
Yeah! The little mouse runs up a stump and starts to gesture wildly. I was like getting Berries kinda like today except just one and just for me and then you know these people came and I dropped it and— Wahaha, oww… Turns out the gesturing was a little too wild, as Dedenne rolled off it with a small groan. At Heliolisk’s concerned click he replies, I’m okay but you've gotta come and check this out!
Warily, the Generator Pokémon followed after him, jumping onto the stump and peering the other side. Woah.
Dedenne nods as if it were a word of extreme aptness and intellect. Woah, he repeats.
In front of them was a tangle of brambles, as tall as the youngest human who they travelled with was, with thorns as long as Dedenne’s body was sans his tail. The worst part about it was the cluster of Bluk Berry that must’ve survived selection due to their… tricky hiding spot. Slowly sliding down to the ground, he put his tail forward to block off the mouse. As Dedenne looked up at him with a small frown, Heliolisk says, You’re not going to get that Berry. It’s too—
Dedenne stands to attention, ears perked up and tail stiff. Berry?! Where?! His eyes lock into the same target and he gasps, attempting to quickly scampers off onto the thicket before a strong leg steps on his tail; just as quickly he was prevented from running face-first into the thorns, with the force of his leap bouncing him back towards the lizard once more.
What did I just say? Heliolisk growls, leering down at Dedenne. The latter scratches his head, looking suitably chastised, and the former sighs. I understand more than anyone the drive to get things done in a timely fashion, but in cases such as these you shouldn’t have to run towards your doom to get it. Releasing the tail, he then flares out his frills, letting the sun soak into his body and energise his cells.
Dedenne watches in awe as the lizard charges up, his muscles bunching up beneath his textured legs, before he snaps his frills shut. The movements that follow are quick, supple and strong, and Heliolisk turns to Dedenne with a smirk on his muzzle. First off, you need a plan.
What was that…? he hesitantly asks, moving around in a small circle around the taller Electric Type.
Heliolisk shakes his sinuous neck as he replies, Just a small energy boost. While you can generate electricity in your cheek pouches, I use my frills and the sun to make my own. He then peers forward, his eyes tracking the twists and curves in front of them before turning to Dedenne. It’s not going to be easy, but I do spy a way through this.
The little mouse nods enthusiastically, taking one step forward. We can do this! he affirms brightly, with utter faith in this nebulous plan, and once again that spot of warmth inside Heliolisk flares to life. He shakes it off mentally like usual before describing the plan in detail (or as much detail as each step would need, following it up with action and then the next step):
First, Heliolisk would use Bulldoze, lifting the ground just enough to push the brambles upwards. For this step, Dedenne would have to stand on the log again to avoid damage, something that Heliolisk was very stalwart on.
Secondly, Dedenne would be enabled to crawl underneath the small opening provided, getting just close enough to zap at the stem and dislodge it and no further, returning back once that job is done. Another iron-clad rule.
Why do you need so many rules? Dedenne had asked, little face scrunched up in confusion.
Heliolisk let his tail swipe at the ground in a show of borderline impatience. Because rules are there for a reason.
What kind of reason?
He sighs; after all, he really did run into that one. Because… rules can protect you from getting hurt. From hurting others. Rules guide you to do the right thing, the good thing. He then remembered about the robot he protected before, one full of rules but none of the guidance to regulate them. But there are times rules can be bad as well. You must use your mind to know when to follow them and when to follow something else.
He then quickly goes to the third step that is enacted like a rule: Heliolisk will then use Dragon Tail to reach for the Berry and nudge it over— the extended scales from the move should protect him from the thorns, and so their job will be done.
Except for one problem.
Y-You’re too big! Dedenne exclaims before laughing once more, Heliolisk grumbling as his rear end made sneaking his body through the initial opening too hard to do.
This is humiliating. At least I’m bigger than you.
At least I don’t get stuck! he snarks back before giggling once more. Y-You know, we can get the other Pokémon to help! I mean Chespin has these really cool vines and—
I can do it. Heliolisk sets a straight face on his muzzle as he gets up and observes the opening. He could theoretically knock away the brambles with his tail but he didn’t want to risk hurting himself or others, let alone commit such a petty act of wanton destruction. He had enough complicity in his own lifetime regarding that. And he certainly wasn’t going to risk Dedenne with the task.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you really sure?
Undoubtedly so.
Are you really super duper suuu—
Fine, get your friend then! Heliolisk snaps, his patience ripping at the same moment. Dedenne cowers in front of him and the lizard has a flash of recognition (for this memory, with another face and the same fear, that he’s too demanding too wild too unkempt unworthy once more) and he snaps back into the moment as well, like a rubber band.
Heliolisk softens at the display and lowers his head, making himself look smaller. I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that towards you. Your idea was sound while I was being unreasonable with my own personal outburst.
Dedenne chews on the words as he opens up, glancing at Heliolisk before muttering, Did he do something to you?
…What?
Chespin. Dedenne’s responses were remarkably clipped, and Heliolisk would be worried about such a sign except the cause of it was, well, himself.
And he had no one else to blame, either. He has done nothing to me, alright? I’m the problem here. And I’m fine with eradicating myself from the situation while you get him— Why are you shaking your head at me for?
Because I don’t want to, the tiny mouse says plaintively. Heliolisk sighs.
Then I’ll wait. You can fetch him and we’ll get the Berry and then leave this accursed place. Heliolisk slumps to the ground, looking in every possible way deflated. Dedenne pokes at him. He lets out a half-hearted groan.
The Antenna Pokémon stares at him a little longer before bounding away, almost frantically. Heliolisk does not read into this.
After all, he wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t he?
He tries to lie down but his mind is too restless. Should he have left Dedenne to find Chespin on his own? Should he just wait around uselessly? He continues fretting for as long as it takes for them to arrive, a nasty feeling, and by the time the sound of multiple feet reach his ears he almost shoots up to his own feet.
Respectable, presentable, no guilt. Heliolisk has nothing to worry about. It’s all their own choice in the end.
Chespin gives him an uneasy once-over before cracking a huge grin. So, I heard you’re too big to fit through that, haha. He pairs his words with a suggestive wiggle of his eye ridges and Dedenne bursts into laughter once more.
Heliolisk… doesn’t know how to react to that. He kicks up first as he mutters, Just do your job.
Aye, aye, sir! The Grass-Type unleashes his vines through the thicket, weaving past thorns with such deftness and concentration. Just as quickly he grabs the Berry and snaps it off from its stem, adjusting his grip as he pulls it back towards and and into his waiting paws. Aaaand done! Gotta say that was impressive, huh?
That was AWESOME! Dedenne yells as he bounds around Chespin, freely sparking with excitement and causing the latter to step back with an uncertain chuckle. Dedenne quickly skids to a stop and blinks at Chespin, his eyes becoming more round and shinier with every passing second.
Chespin leans back to whisper at Heliolisk, Uhh, what does he think he’s doing?"
The only sign of surprise Heliolisk shows is his frills lighting up for a brief non-moment. Asking for the Berry?
Chespin mumbles something as he cuddles it closer to himself. But I got it…
He couldn’t be that selfish, could he? Before Heliolisk could snap at him, or perhaps wrestle him for the Berry, Chespin straights up and sticks it towards Heliolisk with his eyes closed. Just take it.
What?
Just take it! The Spiny Nut Pokémon was clearly insisting of his own will, even though the edges of his mouth was starting to leak some saliva, so gingerly Heliolisk takes the Berry and gives it to Dedenne instead.
Chespin’s eyes (which were certainly half-open) popped fully open as he then exclaimed, What? I thought you needed it!
Heliolisk starts to shake his head, before seeing Dedenne’s pout. Oh. So that’s what he told Chespin. Uncomfortably, the lizard said, Ah, yes. It’s just that I’m making Dedenne hold it for me in the meantime. For responsibility purposes. Narrowing his eyes, he added, But there’s nothing stopping you from getting your own Berry if you want.
My own… Heliolisk could visibly see the moment where the idea had clicked for Chespin and wisely escorted himself and Dedenne away from the ensuing carnage. All of these… Just for me… And no one else will know…
After all, let it not be said that he was not kind to others.
(And by others, he means his present company. Singular. And definitely not plural.)
There was a slight pause in their adventures as the humans had the mortifying revelation that the Pokémon Centre was nearby their camping site, causing the group to move from the forest to the building. Some of the other Pokémon had grumbled, the natural world being infinitely more worthy to their activities, but Heliolisk isn’t too bothered by the change— after all, he had lived in a building for many years, enough to call it his true habitat more often than not. As it was, he had been introduced to his Trainer’s room and the dining hall, having now decided to—
A small nose nuzzles at his cheek. Come on get up get up we need to get the Berry!
He opens his eyes blarily. The Berry? he yawns, the tips of his frills flexing at the action.
The blurry Dedenne in front of him nods, looking every bit awake as Heliolisk never was. There’s a bunch of Berries there and we could probably get one if we hurry so let’s go.
So. Yeah. The Pokémon Centre really was massive, now that Heliolisk had to find something in it.
His frills tightly clamped around his neck and his tail pulled close to his body, he chitters at his new ward. Are you sure we are allowed to do this? After all, he was pulled out of his brief sunbathing moment through the insistent tugs of the dormouse, and he rather not have thrown it all away to be chastised.
(Especially by him.)
Sure I’m sure! Dedenne chirps back, movement quicker than before. Heliolisk doesn’t comment on it as he follows suit with his loping strides, quickly catching up with ease. The kitchen on this way and if Fennekin is allowed that means we’re allowed too right?
The Starter Pokémon of the female Trainer? Heliolisk’s tail lowers more, if that were possible. I’m holding you to it. He dodges a human's step as soon as he said the words, clucking at them in alarm and getting a glare back. All these people are so rude, I can’t believe— Guh?
Dedenne positively mewls as one passerby stops to tickle his chin with one finger before walking away with a small wave. Shaking his fur out and following after Heliolisk, he beams with the remnant of joy he received. All these people are what?
Heliolisk clucks once, shaking his head. It didn’t matter. With size and relative cuteness, perhaps they could sneak into the kitchen to get what they needed. They swiftly make their way past the dorms and towards the dining hall, avoiding feet and unnecessary attention and having to reorient themselves several times.
At some point they end up in a closet room, which did not help matters one bit. We can’t actually be this lost! Heliolisk hisses as they double back, his tail whipping about in agitation.
Dedenne glances at him from the corner of his eyes, slowing down his breakneck pace to match the Pokémon who accompanies him. I’m sorry I really should’ve been able to tell where we are but there’s so many electronics here like always and I’m losing my mind!
Electronics, huh? Heliolisk had a budding idea of what could be the cause of that, and his mood darkens. It’s not your fault, he starts, before the subtext hits him like an Earthquake. You can sense directions on your own?
Not just directions, but any Electric Type! Dedenne looks proud as he shakes out his body, his whiskers standing to attention. I can always find where Pikachu is at all times and the inventions too but I don’t really like those as much. Because they explode.
Heliolisk muses over the applications of such a skill; after all, while he himself can generate massive amounts of energy, he generally can only use them for battles on enhancing his own natural features. More often than not, staying under the sun for too long will result in sunburn, so he has to manage this ability carefully. But for one that can find things based on their electrical output? You have a mighty gift, he finally says, unable to hide the scope of his admiration.
Sparks fizzle between them as Dedenne is overwhelmed with emotion. You… really think so? Really truly no lie?
…Sure? Heliolisk turns his attention forward, finding themselves at the crossroads from before. He hated this place. Why couldn’t there be an easier floor plan? He endeavours to take a step forward, making up his mind to go left instead, but then something hits the back of his head with a muffled deflating sound; a sensation which was… oddly refreshing?
He turns his head and hackles towards the assailant, coming face to face with golden eyes. The teammate of Pikachu. Was there a need to hit me with your Frubbles?
Froakie stares at him impassively as Dedenne squees between them. Was there a need to keep wandering around like some sort of stray? he answers back, smooth and unbothered.
And you know what? Heliolisk can match that energy. Composing himself— for he is a Pokémon from a Gym, after all— he bites back his tongue. If you know the way to the kitchen, it would be much appreciated.
And what need do you have for such a place— Dedenne, please. Froakie gently holds back the smaller Pokémon as he tries to play with the Frubble cloak, the latter giggling as it frothed and popped.
So–rry, Dedenne chimes as he steps away, rubbing his paws together and failing to hold back his joy. Shaking his head to regain focus, he then chirps out, What are you doing here anyways huh?
Returning from practice. But there’s a glint in Froakie’s eyes that isn’t as ambivalent as his voice, and there’s this undertone in his words, and Heliolisk is the recipient. And he doesn’t like it.
But he holds his tongue. His tail and frills too. He needs to be as nonthreatening as possible, especially in front of Dedenne, because this is his second chance and he won’t blow it, ever.
Froakie stares at the lizard a little longer before turning back to Dedenne. Are you heading to the kitchen, too?
The little mouse nods with vigour. Yeah yeah me and Heliolisk are getting Berries but it’s for a secret mission but trust me when I say we’re not going to eat it okay so can you please let us go there? And then he turns on those cute eyes with sparkles and whimpers of miniature distress, roping in everyone in his vicinity within a second.
The Bubble Frog Pokémon sighs as he points out the way to the kitchen, warning them to let Fennekin know of their intentions before nabbing one (and only one) Berry before leaving. The extent of her graciousness, Froakie mutters and there seemed to be a story there, but once again Heliolisk was not privy to the history of the group. Dedenne thanks him and attempts a nuzzle, which is swiftly avoided by Froakie, before they exchange goodbyes and leave on their way.
Heliolisk doesn’t leave that easily.
Heliolisk stays, because there are eyes on him and a question in the air.
What… made you stay with the robot?
To the point, even with that loaded pause, and what a sharp point it was. Interestingly enough, there was no blame in Froakie’s voice— only the questioning nature present.
Heliolisk shakes his head, looking away to where Dedenne is being petted by another person. Because I wanted to be strong, he confesses emptily, a hollow echo.
Froakie’s eyes do not let up. They are the sun, and the sun can burn. That’s not it, is it?
What do you want me to say? That I didn’t have a Trainer anymore? That I was being forgotten and left behind? Because I had no other purpose? Electricity flickers in his vision as he glares at the Water-Type; such an easy weakness, one Parabolic Charge and he would be down for the count.
How many Froakie has Heliolisk seen? How many Starters, early route Pokémon, Dragon Types with that resistance but with poor commands in return? Heliolisk had seen the same things as his human Trainer, and yet he was discarded alongside the profession. No effort, no question. So early, too.
(“Froakie, where are you? Geez, he can really disappear when he wants to.”)
Heliolisk wants to be stronger so that he can be worth it. He also has something to prove. And even this Froakie, with such a mysterious taste to the air around him, cannot stop his gait. There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, but know this— treasure your bonds. You never know how humans may change. He then follows after Dedenne, who perks up at his arrival and scampers off, proclaiming a race to the destination, and it was almost like the talk never happened.
(Looking back, there was no one behind them either.)
Getting to the kitchen was easy with the directions. Less so when Ember hit the ground in front of them and a diminutive fox was trying to chase them out, but with a little explaining they finally got one Berry. And to his surprise it was Heliolisk who was allowed to pick it (something about not trusting Dedenne anywhere near Berries), which was all fine and good until he realised he had terrible taste, or rather feel, for this kind of thing.
Dedenne eyes him as they walk out, having left the kitchen without any humans noticing their presence— a price they have to pay with the overly delicate Persim Berry they’ve scored. Did you have to get that one?
I do hope you realise I didn’t really have time to weigh the benefits of each. Heliolisk grimaces as he tries to shift his hold on the Berry, which made a soft squelching sound that was uncomfortable to experience. And I don’t think Fennekin would’ve allowed me to touch all of them to try.
Do you— Do you think she planned it so that we’d get the worst one ever because she’s mad at us for interrupting her time?
Heliolisk shakes his head firmly, stopping in place. I admit I do not know her long, but couldn’t she just tell us that she’s angry if that’s the case? The only negative feeling I detected from her is exasperation, and that is to be expected if you are as voracious as everyone claims you to be. He nudges him gently, making sure to keep the Berry away from them both. Don’t catatrophise, little one, it does no one good. If you are that worried, go and talk to her.
Dedenne looks up at Heliolisk in a way that is… weighty somehow. After a few seconds he looks down and rubs his face as if to wake himself up. Yeah… Yeah! You’re right! Thanks a lot Heliolisk you are the best!
And Heliolisk doesn’t say anything, because that moment is delicate as well.
I’ll bite it!
Don’t— You’ve already tried that.
Finding Berries was a strenuous task; even with three down, there were still two more to go and daylight burning fast. The great part about being in the Pokémon Centre was that it gave the duo access to new grounds to scope out and more opportunities for success.
The weirdest part was when there was a Berry right in front of the door.
It was much too easy to Heliolisk, obviously— the lizard seems to be disposed towards hardship and gains through pain. But Dedenne was different. He likes the cozy life, ever since he got picked up and nuzzled like no tomorrow, and so this was a good change of events in his opinion.
Until the Berry wouldn’t show itself in the first place!
Dedenne spat out what small portion his mouth wrapped around, pawing at his tongue. It’s so dry and weird and I don’t like it one bit!
Heliolisk raises an eye ridge at that, making a low sound underneath his breath that was suspiciously close to laughter. Were you actually eating the shell?
No! …Maybe! It would give us a clue wouldn’t it? The lizard examines the Berry once more, both of them situated where everyone else was— and that was the training grounds outside, where Heliolisk’s human Trainer was watching over the training regiment the Pikachu Trainer was formulating. The other Pokémon not a part of the latter’s team were milling around (or in Fennekin’s case, lazing on a lap), but Heliolisk demands distance! And boredom! And lots of stuff that didn’t make sense to Dedenne.
As long as it got the job done, did it really matter though? Heliolisk taps it experimentally before whacking it with his tail. The Berry starts to roll and the lizard growls. If only it could stand still!
I can help! Dedenne puts his paws out, his own tail wagging happily. Heliolisk thinks about protesting, the gears turning in his head, but evidently the cloud clears and he gives him a nod. And the plan was off!
Dedenne at one side of the nut, bracing for impact, while Heliolisk winds up his tail. The latter tries to hit it and nothing of note happens, and then Dedenne cajoles him into hitting harder, faster, Don’t you got a move for hitting things with your tail?, and honestly they both should’ve seen what was going to happen next.
After all, while Dragon-Type moves mean nothing to Dedenne, a nut hit with enough force certainly can do a lot of damage on its own.
The Antenna Pokémon yelps loudly as pain shoots through his entire body, one of his paws throbbing with the impact. Yeowch that hurts that hurts it really hurts!
Are you okay? a soft voice speaks up, and Heliolisk freezes as if he hurt him, which he definitely didn’t. Not really. Not on purpose.
So Dedenne does the opposite, because this is his friend! At least one of them anyways. Bunnelby! Dedenne chirps, trying to move towards him but wincing. Yeah I’m okay it just hurts a ton.
Bunnelby nods and then sneaks a glance towards Heliolisk. That’s good to hear— Well, not that good, but in either case I doubt you two should be playing with a nut in that way.
It’s because it’s haaaard! Dedenne stamps a foot down, because he can still do that. He stares forlornly at the nut, which is still acting as if hasn’t done a moral wrong. It totally did. It’s never gonna open and we’re going to be stuck with a dud forever and that means we’ve done nothing for ages now!
It shouldn’t be that hard… The rabbit went to steady the nut between his ear-paws, twisting it this way and that. With a soft click, the shell broke free and the Berry slipped out, as easy as it could be. There. Next time ask for help, alright? It’s no use hurting yourself by yourself, you know?
Dedenne shakes his head even as a surprised coo slips out of his mouth. We softened it for you you know so actually you should thank us after all.
Bunnelby looks slightly confused as he turns his head around after gently setting down the hard-earned Berry. ‘We’? Were you working with Heliolisk before?
Yeah me and him are so tight we’re even tighter than the bit and… Wait. There was no dry husky raspy voice that tries to hide its laughter and amusement. There was no gold-slicked body with orange geometric bands on nearby the knee and a frill shaped like the sun. There was no piercing blue gaze or pink-orange tongue.
There was no Heliolisk around them at all.
There was only the Berry and the broken-down nutshell.
Heliolisk is going to get the last Berry on his own and end this whole quest right here and there.
They’ve already acquired four, even if one of them wasn’t as easily gained. It doesn’t matter though, right? A nut, a Berry, they’re all the same in the end. And all Heliolisk needs to do is just get one more Berry.
Then it will be all over.
And then Heliolisk will be alone again.
He keeps wandering around; he doesn’t know how long it’s been. All the trees look the same, all towering, big, massive. His legs start to hurt. His mind, too. There are distant calls but he ignores them because nobody could care for someone like him, and he hurts the ones closest to him, and was Heliolisk even worthy to be called a Pokémon if he’s like this?
Too too wild. Too full of himself. A terrible, terrible thing.
So that’s where you scampered off to. Can’t be surprised. There’s a burst of wind nearby and Heliolisk turns to see a Flying-Type near him, one with a red face and black tail. Fletchling.
Heliolisk continues to stalk forward. Just one more Berry. It will be over. Why bother to be cordial when all his actions lead to eventual harm?
The bird whistles long and loud. Ah, the tough guy act. You don’t have to act tough with me, or anyone in fact. Like, I don’t get what Nens sees in you but you should at least try to pretend to be civil. Or at least try to act like a domesticated Pokémon. Heliolisk stops in place. Fletchling twitters out a laugh. Oh, I struck gold there, didn’t I?
Leave it, Heliolisk grits out. He removed himself from the situation for a reason. And now this Pokémon is trying to aggravate him regardless?
Make me, Fletchling sing-songs. Hit me with that strength of yours. Better make it in one shot. Better make it hurt. Better make yourself the victor here, because I won’t hold back.
What do you want? There’s a tree with a splash of colour a little ways ahead. All Heliolisk needs is one more Berry and his job will be done and he will have no reason to entertain this anymore. And he will be alone.
Blissfully alone. Even if Fletchling keeps following him, keeps calling for a reaction, a hit, You know you want it, and Heliolisk jumps back with a growl and a sparking frill and—
No. That’s not right. Heliolisk stops, because he can control his emotions. And Fletchling stares at him, the picture of calm and cute except there is something burning on his eyes.
And the tree is ahead.
Heliolisk takes a step forward, discreetly, and yet that’s all it takes for Fletchling's focus to zoom in on the singular tree with the fruit needed to complete the quest. They both turn to each other. The outcome is clear.
Heliolisk still tries anyway. He’s fast but Fletchling had the advantage of flight, quickly making his way up the tree where the Berry was. Wow, and here I thought you were at Gym level. Could’a fooled me.
The lizard finally scales up to where the branch was, finding Fletchling’s claw plucking at the stem in a perverse show of absent-mindedness. Leave the fruit alone. Heliolisk is so tired, even if he is still proud about it. He still tries to talk, because that’s the only weapon he can use.
There are worse places to be than up a tree, I always say. Fletchling had a burning glint in his eyes, his voice warbling with the greatest of bites. A weapon more mightier in the opposition's mouth, evidently. Why, it would be interesting to see how long you can stay up here, don’t you think?
Leave it, Heliolisk growls, his frills starting to rise. No, no, no. Please, he tacks on.
Fletchling laughs anyway. You know the funny thing is? Everyone’s been trying to be nice to you, to give you space, to let you come to us on your own terms. But that’s not enough for you, is it? You just take and take and take from anyone who’s weak and willing enough to entertain your mess. And what, now you want me to let you take all the credit with this whole Berry caper? The kid needs to learn how to do things himself and he’s been doing it long before you came along. Damn, he can climb better than you can at any rate. And yet you— the hero, the nice guy— wants to do everything for him yourself? Hypocrite.
He’s hurt himself—
Because of you! There was a spark there, but not through electric means. Fletchling hops across the branch to glare at the lizard, the markings around his eyes making his gaze look more narrowed than it actually was. I know crooks like you. I know your MO. And while I don’t give a peck about what you do to any other Pokémon around here, I do care about Dedenne enough to say this— stay far away from him. He doesn’t need someone like you around, trust me. A claw quickly snaps the Berry away from the tree and is thrown away, the splat marking the ground far beyond them both. It’s safer that way. After all, it’s the least you could do. No effort, right?
Heliolisk’s eyes snap onto the bird before the Berry stops falling. You’re deplorable, he hisses, feeling rage crackle in his throat.
And you’re a ticking timebomb, so I wouldn’t take your words seriously. Well, except for goodbye, which you should be doing real soon if I were you. Fletchling quickly lifts off without looking back, leaving Heliolisk with nothing but splattered sweetness for a landing and dread where his heart used to be.
He can’t— He should— How can he return like this? With empty claws and guilt leaking through?
Heliolisk crawls down the tree, not minding the scratchy branches or the scales that sting. He walks over in a fugue, listless and empty, that wanting echoing through with every step.
He wants love and contact so much his body sings with the pain. And yet he burns all his bridges always.
His feet stop, his tongue tasting electricity. He has reached his location.
<Stand straight>, his mind hisses. <Don’t show weakness now.>
He doesn’t have the heart to do otherwise.
I apologize. Heliolisk awkwardly shuffles towards Dedenne, who was trailing behind him inconspicuously. At his sighting, Dedenne tried to lean on the stump nearby before slipping off— instead of keeping the down he scrambles and jumps to the top of it instead to gain some upper ground. The mouse then brightens up when sighting the lizard, setting both paws to the wood underneath before wincing. Heliolisk also winces, although for what reason, he wasn’t certain about. The Berry. I couldn’t… get it.
The Antenna Pokémon’s ears droop. Aw, I really thought we had it this time. Or, I guess I should say… you?
Heliolisk stiffens up, remembering Fletchling’s words. You can still do it. You don’t have to prove yourself to Pikachu; you’re already capable as you are.
Dedenne shakes his head. No I’m not I can’t do anything I can’t even walk properly right now! He takes in a deep breath, his eyes sparkling as he shouts, I couldn’t even help you!
You shouldn’t have to help me! Heliolisk yells back, feeling somewhat strange. I’m strong enough on my own! Any mistake is on me! And maybe Fletchling was right, maybe he was selfish a little for loving the attention of someone who didn’t care about how dangerous he could be, how his loyalty couldn’t be discerned by others, by himself, a compass always on the fritz. Siding with machine over man. An abominable act.
All he wanted was to be strong, or loved for who he is, or a mix of the two. Dedenne wants something similar, but it will always be more innocent than what Heliolisk had managed to claw out on his own accord. I’ve made many mistakes. I’ve made mistakes that have hurt your Trainers. I’m… not the role model you need. The lizard then leans back on the stump, facing away from his ward. His previous ward. A Pokémon who had stumbled into living a semblance of independent life with him. If you wanted to prove yourself to Pikachu, why didn’t you do it yourself?
Well… For the first time, Dedenne actually hesitated, or slowed down, or both. The little mouse paws at his cheeks as he murmurs, I know what I said but I also know that I can’t really do it myself, you know? And if Pikachu helped me that means he did it and not me and maybe you’re actually right. He curls up into a small ball, his voice even more tinier.
Heliolisk climbs up the stump to curl around him, tail thudding the side of the truck aimlessly. Heliolisk was also aimless, wasn’t he, at least until this little dormouse came about. Right about what? I have only asked about your intent, not your worth.
Dedenne shakes his head from inside the ball. But I tried by myself and I got nothing and I needed help from everyone and that means that I can’t do it by myself. And that means I can’t do anything anymore ever again.
That is… certainly a jump in recalling events. He nudges Dedenne gently. But surely you do not believe that. Your ease when it comes to conversing with others is certainly admirable from my angle, same with your tenacity and spirit. Don’t forget your ability to track others and climb trees! All of this and more makes you incredible just the way you are.
And what about you? Dedenne shifts himself so that he can watch Heliolisk properly, his eyes boring into his own.
Heliolisk shrugs. I’m… not nearly half as skilled or kind, he says almost conversationally. But for the moment we've spent together, I was happy to aid in your quest. Make no mistake about that.
Dedenne sniffs, wiping his nose. Yo—You promise?
I— Heliolisk doesn’t get to finish what he was about to say as his whole body stiffens, almost instinctively leaning over where Dedenne laid. There’s someone here.
There’s what?
Keep your voice down, the lizard hisses, looking around until his eyes snag on a bush just a few meters away from them.
A bush where golden eyes are watching them back.
Pumpkaboo had finally found something, even though she wasn’t exactly sure what that was.
There was this… Heliolisk out there, although she had no idea how one could be around in the wild like that. They definitely weren’t as plentiful around these parts, or at least back in her old forest, but what was more interesting was the way he was bent over the stump as if he were hiding something. A very juicy detail that Pumpkaboo couldn’t wait to extract.
Popping out of the bush just when those blue eyes had locked onto her position, the Pumpkin Pokémon purred, Hello there, handsome. You aren’t happening to be hoarding a meal from me, are you?
A… meal? The Heliolisk’s frills started to flare up, sparkling with that dangerous light, and yet all Pumpkaboo does is leer some more. A reaction is still confirmation, when you know where to look. And this poor Pokémon is just so easy to read.
She floats closer, bobbing around him as she lets out a small cackle. Ah, I get it. I wouldn’t want to share either. After all, a Dedenne isn’t much for even one mouth, now, is it? She then pauses as she cocks her head (and so her whole body) to the side. Hmm. I felt like I’ve seen such a little one before.
The little Dedenne poked his head and yelled out, You’re part of Team Rocket, aren’t you?!
Pumpkaboo’s eyes light up, but not with adoration, oh no. Her, a part of that dastardly organisation— one with no taste, no flair, no care at all? If it were my choice, I would just eat you right now, she snarls, and the little mouse eeps before ducking away.
The part Ghost-Type locked eyes with the growling Heliolisk and started to float around him again. But I can’t, sadly. I am stuck with a human, and you are stuck with one too, and Pokéballs don’t allow for such acts to occur. A pity, really. But, that’s not why I’m here. She leans in, and Heliolisk briefly steps back with Dedenne in his grasp. The pipsqueak knows of Team Rocket, and thus be part of the very same group that has a glorious trio of a Froakie, Fennekin and Chespin. All I want is some… directions to their whereabouts.
And why, the Heliolisk snaps, should we give you that?
Because, Pumpkaboo drawls, I have a very short rope of patience that has burned quite thin. My problem isn’t with you two and your snog fest. So it would be in our best interests to exchange information for peace.
The Dedenne shook his head, which would’ve gotten Pumpkaboo to release all forms of civility and swat it with a Shadow Ball, if it weren’t for the crack in Heliolisk’s demeanor. Her eyes start to gleam at that and she crooned, It’s okay if you want to let go. You’re new here, I imagine— haven’t seen your face around these delinquents. Don’t let anyone shame you for your decisions in your own life. After all, we all have our own life to shape, and if that decision doesn’t hurt us? A minor brush of contact between them, which frazzled her fur. She still kept grinning. Then we live to see the next day.
But they’re our friends, Dedenne cried. Whiny little brat. Maybe Pumpkaboo should’ve eaten him after all.
Heliolisk finally looked at his fellow Electric-Type, but his voice was dry when he said, Stay here.
The Dedenne isn’t deterred. What?! You cannot be serious I thought you were good and strong and amazing and— He paused as a spark jumped between them, before quieting down completely.
The Generator Pokémon nodded. For what it’s worth, thank you. The Dedenne doesn’t say anything as Heliolisk stalked forward, leading Pumpkaboo to her prey and the greatest night of her life.
Or almost night. She mused to herself about the exquisite flavour of suffering and pain she would put upon those pests that had outsmarted her long ago before something small smacked the back of her head.
Pumpkaboo started to steam up. Who did that? she demanded, and yet nobody answered her, especially as something shone brightly nearby. She turned her attention to Heliolisk, who shook out his frills. It wasn’t you, was it?
I can’t have you turning away from me. After all, I’m the best option you’ve got. He readied his stance as his tail glowed, and Pumpkaboo felt her body heat up even more. She will not deal with this insolence any longer!
You… I will not be made a fool of again! She then charged at him, red obstructing her vision as steam poured out of her body. She had never felt so angry before as Heliolisk dodged her movements, slamming her away with his tail and pulling the ground up to roll her away. But she wasn’t to be stopped. She had a mission, and she will carry it out, and this overgrown fish out of water wasn’t going to stop her!
And so Pumpkaboo kept charging in, blind to any other options. Her tenacity allowed her to score hits even after herself had been hit, and soon she had gained enough clarity to use Leech Seed to tie the lizard up after knocking him away for the third time in a row. H…had enough yet? she huffed, still feeling hot under the fur.
Heliolisk struggled in his bonds, tail movement frantic. I can’t let you get to the other Pokémon, he whines, voice starting to dip underneath the strain of the energy drain.
And why? What have they done for you? The power of friendship? Free food you’ve never asked for? Endless jobs with no thanks? She spat on the ground derisively— another vine sprouted and caressed his chin. Who cares about them and their made up rules. We were born wild. There’s nothing we owe to others, especially humans. She hefts up her lower body, the lights flashing on and in Heliolisk’s face. Just let all those inhibitions fade away…
Not so fast!
Ugh, what now? Pumpkaboo turned away from… hmm, could it be her next meal? Maybe after she got the Starters. Anyways, she turned around to see a Dedenne there.
Of course. She floated towards him with a sneer. My, it’s the pipsqueak. Had enough of following orders?
L-Leave him alone! It was a pitiful excuse of a command.
Pumpkaboo snickered at that. Or what, you’re going to— Ow! She started to shake in the air as a furious bundle of electrical might scrambled around her, biting and punching and yelping and generally attacking her in a flurry of movement. In the chaos Pumpkaboo could feel her attention fading and the vines recede from Heliolisk, who slumped on the ground, and yet all that did was make the Dedenne even more crazed. Stop it, you vermin!
You hurt Heliolisk you hurt my friend and he has done nothing even though he’s dumb and thinks he has to do everything himself he’s still a good guy and you think you can just do that to him and by the way it was me who threw that stone— It was a neverending flurry of words and actions, extremely painful and annoying, and after a while she just pulled up a vine and flung the little mouse away from her with a pant.
All that effort got her slumping on the ground. How much energy has she expended just on these two? Not even Leech Seed had fully restored her reserves, especially after that attack. You’re both as sickeningly virtuous as the other, she hissed.
And who do you have? Dedenne ripped back besides Heliolisk, nursing a paw as he glared at her.
Pumpkaboo opened her mouth to reply, but came up short. It… wasn’t fair. They help each other to gang up on her, someone who has been trying to make her own honest living, and yet they just keep winning! And no matter what, she’s left with—
“She has us, Twerp-brain!”
It couldn’t be. Pumpkaboo turned around to see Meowth by her side, the perpetually cursed feline giving her a thumbs up before squaring up against the two Pokémon in front of her. You came for me?
Meowth’s eyes bugged out at her. “Came for you? You do know you’re a part of the group now, don’tcha? And we don’t leave no family behind.”
“It’s true,” a female voice said from above. Pumpkaboo rotated herself so that she was in view of her Trainer, her magnificent hair looking like a halo from that angle. Jessie continued with, “You may be unhinged at times, but I can’t fault you for a healthy appetite against Twerpish losers, so why don’t we back you up and steamroll them all.”
“And maybe take Pikachu while we’re at it?” James hopefully called out. Both Jessie and Meowth glared at him, which revealed more to their earlier conversation than where Pumpkaboo had left off. She must follow up on that later.
Yeah… Let’s do this! Just like that, the Pumpkin Pokémon was energised, floating back to her usual height, full of spite and ready to dish it out at the injured Pokémon in front of them.
Meowth grinned as he waved at James, and the violet-haired man threw a Pokéball to let Inkay hover nearby. “To even the field,” he smirked, and Pumpkaboo’s heart fluttered anew. These people,… maybe they weren’t half as delusional as she thought!
I heard that, Inkay muttered beside her. She stuck her tongue out at him, and the Revolving Pokémon merely blinked. I saw that too.
Then why not see destruction of all our foes instead? She felt herself getting fired up again, that heat and steam returning, and from above she heard her Trainer said, “Pumpkaboo, dear, use Frustration!"
With pleasure! Pumpkaboo dived forward, her anger transforming into something that can hurt others, will hurt those in front of her, but then from the other side came a sharp beak that tore at her side and made her pause.
A Fletchling in front of her, beak still glowing with a move. You just can’t keep anyone out of trouble, can you? he jeered, and it took a moment for her to realise the bird was talking to the Electric Types down below.
Hey! Dedenne said sharply, looking up at Fletchling. Heliolisk actually saved me!
“Trouble in paradise?” Meowth stage-whispered as the humans squinted forward. From the brush came out a boy with a cap and a Pikachu, his smile wild and instantly memorable. The Twerp himself.
The boy looked around before seeing the Pokémon on the grounds. “Heliolisk, Dedenne, there you are! Geez, we were all worried about you!” His eyes then slid up, to where Team Rocket was, and his pose immediately entered fight mode. “Team Rocket! Did you steal them?”
“We literally just found them ourselves,” James protested.
“—But we aren’t opposed to taking what’s on offer,” Jessie continued, throwing her hand out as she confidently called, “Once again, use Frustration!"
“Pikachu, use Iron Tail!” The moves clashed and Pumpkaboo was left dizzy for that reckless charge, and yet that fire still burned in her. More prey. More opportunity to get back what she was owed. And with a Trainer guiding her…
“Shadow Ball!”
“Electro Ball!”
…She was freed up to do the most amount of damage she could bring. The Pikachu was forced to the ground, coughing from the dust brought up, and the opening was as clear as day. Pumpkaboo readied herself for the final blow, her eyes narrowing on the target, before she felt the air crackle with electricity.
And not the normal kind. Heliolisk was standing up, eyes sparking, as he roared and a bright dazzling ball shocked all of Team Rocket, both humans and Pokémon. Now a different kind of steamy, Pumpkaboo dazedly drifted in the breeze as her vision refocused, the others groaning around her. The main Twerp noticed them regathering themselves and called out, “Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!” and there was a pall in the air that followed those words.
“Brace for it,” Pumpkaboo heard James say as Meowth crossed his heart nearby.
“When had bracing for it helped us at all?” Jessie retorted sharply before the attack landed, giving off a feeling that they were all lighter than air.
This, truly, was a Blast Off.
(But one that was so close. Down to the wire, practically. Couldn’t they try again next time? She’s sure they’ll get it next time!
“You see! Pikachu is strong! It just saved all those Pokémon!”
“…Who were injured. But I do see your point. Maybe there is merit in chasing up that old thread and needle.”
“If it lets me get revenge against them, then sign me up!”
A small chuckle. But to Pumpkaboo, a kindred soul.)
(Or:
So you get your revenge? Inkay asked.
I’ll get them next time, she vowed. Meowth shrugged.
“Girls,” the Scratch Cat replied, the last words before he hit solid ground.)
“I think Team Rocket hurt them before I got there,” Ash says, watching over the two Pokémon as the other humans gasped at the scene.
It was obvious that the two human Trainers (or one Trainer and one Keeper) would fuss over them the most, with Clemont rummaging through his bag for a Potion to quickly administer first. Pikachu frets over the Pokémon all the same, feeling absolutely terrible over it. All he asked for was a small nap, and now his friends were getting attacked by it? Stay strong, please, he calls out, pushing one of the Berries that he found next to him. A Liechi, he presumes. Remember? You… didn’t finish your quest. You can’t give up on me now.
Dedenne murmurs something unintelligible as his nose twitches towards the Berry. Bonnie’s eyes lock onto the Berry and she smiles wearily, taking it from the Kantonian mouse. “T-Thanks a lot, Pikachu.” She waits for a moment before pressing the fruit towards the Antenna Pokémon. “Here now, you should get back some of your strength while you can. After all, Pikachu’s giving it to you!”
Hah… Stealing our credit, aren’t you? Heliolisk rasps.
Pikachu turns to him and shakes his head firmly. You’ve done great, he presses. Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’ve done!
Terrible. I’ve done terrible. The lizard hisses as the spray of medicine hits his wounds. Forgot how terrible this felt like. Only humans can be so careless. He then turns his attention back at Pikachu, his blue eyes bright despite the pain. You’ve really got to stop lying to me.
Lying?
You know. Tolerating me. Letting me be near Dedenne. After all, your his role model. You can only have one of those. The humans were talking above them, but even so, his words were clear and sharp.
Pikachu shakes his head as he comes closer to the Generator Pokémon, who was laid down to let the medicine do its magic. C’mon! Who told you that rubbish? He grins at him confidently as he adds, I always wanted to have an Electric buddy!
Heliolisk narrows his eyes. Buddy, he says dryly.
The Mouse Pokémon nods. Exactly! I’ve been training forever, but not with someone experienced like you are. And it’s clear that you care a lot too. You aren’t half-bad, just… He tries to find the right word. Misguided. Confused. Lost. And while I don’t totally get it, I’m sure we can still be good friends now, if you want it.
If I…want? Heliolisk steps forward, body and gaze unsteady. Pikachu lets him without offering anymore. It’s his decision, after all.
Heliolisk suddenly gasps as a small body jumps off him and runs around in circles between them, cheeks sparking in that same familiar wavelength. You’re going to be friends my best friends are going to be friends this is awesome no wait this is the best day ever!
Even though you nearly got beaten to a pulp? Pikachu near cries out as Dedenne gets picked up by Bonnie’s firm grip.
I don’t regret it! the tinier mouse calls out from his superior perch. Both Heliolisk and Pikachu sigh before laughing at their shared reaction, well, right up until Heliolisk yelps in pain and similarly gets picked up by a frazzled Clemont.
And life was good.
(Fletchling glares at Heliolisk from the sky and the lizard, in a spontaneous show of childishness, climbs to the top of his Trainers head and flares out his frills before exposing his rear end at him.)
Life was moving on once more.
(Another Berry was pushed to Pikachu the next day, a Roseli Berry, the Antenna Pokémon beaming at him with pride. I did this one by myself this time! So are you going to train me now? You promised you promised you promised!
Pikachu glances at Heliolisk, who meets his gaze from across the Pokémon Centre before groaning and turning the other way. Both Pikachu and Dedenne share mutual sparks detailing their first exercise: ambushing the Electric/Normal Type.)
And life was changing, too.
(Wait, you learnt Play Rough?!)
Little by little. But for the better, if they had anything to say for it.