Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon but...Max is definitely a robot.

Well, I don't really have to say much in this author note, except for the fact that Max is a robot. Think about it like this---he's an eight year old poke-dex, he knows almost everything about pokemon and he's always keeping his personal life a secret. If that doesn't convince you, let's hope this story will. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the freakin' truth. Also, I have to warn you about "complete and utter randomness and in some cases, nonsense" so just try to stay with me here and in turn, I will try to make reading an enjoyable experience for everyone. So...yea. XD

- - - - - - - - - -

It was an average day in Hoenn, much like the start of other Pokemon episodes. Ash is completely psyched because of the fact that they just happened to enter a town that has a gym that he will just happen to battle and just happen to win. May is just as excited, due to the fact that the town they had entered just happened to have contests in which May will also happen to enter and happen to win. Brock's mind is on nothing except for pretty girls that he knows he'll never get to date as well as Rachel Ray's cooking special he watched on TV a couple weeks ago.

Then of course, we've got Max. Identity known as May's brother---a short, nerdy black-haired boy that looks like the male/kid version of Velma from Scooby-Doo. His shirt that he wears is a pukish-green colour that go well with his glasses, which take up most of his face and and act as nothing more than a mere geek-magnet.

Like I said, all four of them were walking down the middle of some path to the next town. Everything was pretty much the same as always.

"I can't wait to win my next gym battle!" screamed Ash, pumping his fist. "Me and pikachu are gonna storm that gym leader 'til they never see the light of day again, isn't that right ol' buddy ol' pal?"

"Pi." said pikachu from Ash's shoulder, obviously not amused.

"Ash, can you please stop going on and on about your gym battle?" asked Brock. "I mean, you've already informed us one thousand times. It gets old after a while."

Ash scoffed. "I did not inform you one thousand times! I only informed you nine-hundred and eighty-two times, isn't that right, Pikachu?"

"Chu." he said again, slanting his beady eyes and trying his hardest to resist the urge to thunderbolt his trainer.

"Ash, you're an idiot." May replied, tossing her hair.

"Why, thank you." said Ash, doing a crappy-looking curtsy.

"Bigga bi.(Kill me now)." mumbled pikachu, rolling his eyes.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when Brock suddenly stopped and teleported to Michigan. Just kidding! He just stopped and kinda...stood there.

"What are you doing?" asked May.

"Standing." Brock replied.

"Yea, I know that. But why, exactly, have you decided to stop and just stand there?" May asked again.

"Because I just found a nice place where we can have a picnic!" exclaimed the eyeless kid/man. (seriously, how old is this guy?)

"Picnic? HORRAY!" squealed Ash, clapping his hands in delight. "Let's eat!"

"What about that gym battle?" asked May with her eyebrows raised.

"Um...eh, that can wait. I'm starvin'!" The boy with the red hat skipped in joy and waited for Brock to get out all of his supplies. Brock dumped his ginourmous backpack onto the ground and it landed with a hard THUMP.

"Dang Brock, I've never thought to say it before but your backpack is really...big." exclaimed Ash in awe.

"And you wonder why I'm having back problems." he grumbled, stiffening his back, cracking it and sighing with satisfaction. He quickly got out his backpack and rummaged through the junk.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" screamed Ash, unable to hold in the excitement. "What do you think we're gonna have? Maybe chicken pot pie or macoroni and cheese! Or pizza! Or spaghetti and meatballs!"

May rolled her eyes. "Guess again," she replied sarcastically. "It's what we have for lunch everyday."

Ash scratched his chin. "Er...pancakes?"

"Ash, you freaking numskull!" she shouted. "I said lunch, not breakfast!"

"Oh. Whatever."

May just shook her head. "I give up."

By this time, Brock had dumped out most of the crap that was in his backpack. Boy, it was a lot of stuff. In fact, it's more stuff than I've ever seen in one entire sitting. It really was something.

"So...what are we having?" asked Ash again, either completely unaware of the fact that he had just asked it five seconds ago or was just too persistent in making his question be heard.

"Sandwiches and soup." Brock replied solemnly, getting out some cheese and mayonnaise, as well as a huge crock pot for his stew.

"Aw, I knew it." exclaimed May, snapping her fingers. "Knew it all along. Didn't you just know we were going to have soup and sandwiches? I mean, good golly. Isn't that right, Max?"

"Huh?" said Max, turning around. He seemed to be in some sort of trance.

"Max, what the flip are you doing?" asked May. "And what the heck has gotten into you? You haven't said a word all day!"

"Um...I..."

"Max, you're weird." May replied, rolling her eyes at the child (robot). She waited for Max to argue back with a smart-alek comment. But he didn't.

"Max, I said you're weird." she repeated. "Doesn't that bother you?"

Max didn't answer, as he had gotten back into his earlier daydreaming mode. May just placed her hand on her forehead and decided to ignore the boy. Besides, the other boy was acting more interesting.

"Hey, look Brock! I'm a Walrein!" Ash exclaimed, sticking two straws up his nose.

"I can't look at you, Ash. We're been through this discussion before." Brock replied stiffly. He paused before scolding. "And for heaven's sake, get those straws out of your nose! Do you want me to call your mother again?"

"Pshhhh. Fine." Ash said, removing a straw from his left nostril. May laughed a little, covering her mouth so no one would suspect her of cracking up at Ash's insane silly-ness.

Brock shook his head and resumed his cooking.

After taking the straws out of his nose, Ash got an idea and his eyes sparkled in delight. "Hey May, do you want to battle me?" he piped. Oooooooof course. What other idea would he have?

"Oh...right now?" she asked.

"DUH, right now!" Ash barked. "Now do you accept my challenge or not?!"

May scoffed slightly at Ash's rudeness. "Fine. But you know I'm gonna beat your butt in it." she replied confidently with a smirk.

"Nah-UH! Come on, Pikachu! Let's teach this girl some manners!" Ash shouted, gesturing towards the yellow mouse. Unfortunately, pikachu didn't feel like battling. He was sitting by the tree, relaxing in the summer heat and getting himself a tan.

Ash ran up to the tree. "Come on, pikachu! Let's go fight!"

"Pi." he refused, shaking his head as he placed two cucumbers over his eyes.

"PIKACHU!" Ash cried. "LISTEN TO ME OR ELSE!"

Pikachu flattened his ears and thunderbolted Ash, smoking him like a crisp Eggo waffle. Then, the mouse got back into position with his arms behind his head and continued to relax.

"OK...nevermind." Ash mumbled, burnt to a sint as he walked back up to May. "If Pikachu refuses to battle by my side, I shall use my other dominant weapon!" He took a pokeball from his belt. "Gooooo Grovyle!"

"Grovyle, grow!" the lizard exclaimed as it popped out of its prison---the pokeball.

"OK, grovyle. Listen." Ash whispered, crouching down in front of it. "Me and you are going to win against May and make her taste the true meaning of defeat. We will work together, side by side, giving it our all because of our unconditional love that we have between human and pokemon."

"Grow...grovyle." the lizard replied, slanting its eyes.

Ash sighed. "OK, fine." he said, rolling his eyes. "If you fight for me, I'll give you half my sandwich."

"Grow." it refused, shaking its head.

"OK, two-thirds of my sandwich." Ash corrected. "Now will you do this for me, already?"

Grovyle nodded and got into battle position. Two-thirds of a sandwich was a good enough deal to fight for Ash. Besides, it had already eaten Ash's dessert. That heist had made grovyle stronger anyway and made the deal an even better one knowing that it was going to steal his soup as well.

"Ha. I see you're using Grovyle." May smirked. "Well, you're going down Ash. Grass is no match for fire!" She took a pokeball from her belt as well. "Goooooo Combusken!"

"Busken!" shouted the chicken as it sprang out of its ball.

"Alright Combusken, let's get this party started!" May shouted, looking down at the pokemon. Sadly, combusken was not in the mood to battle either and it also slanted its eyes at May.

"What?" May replied coolly as it stared.

It continued gazing at her and its message came out quite clear. If grovyle was getting food to battle, why couldn't combusken? It seemed pretty unfair.

May sighed after recalling the message. "I really don't want to do this, but---Combusken, you can eat my entire portion of soup if you battle for me right now."

Combusken leapt up in excitement. Leave it to food to get a pokemon up and ready for battle! I mean, what else could they possibly look forward to? Their trainers to gloat at the wins or cry at the losses while the pokemon act as if it was simply nothing? At least food---oh, good food---could keep their spirits lifted. Well, for the time being anyway.

Brock dropped some carrots into his pot as he watched Ash and May gear into battle. "Well, this should be interesting." he observed. He turned to Max. "What do you think, Max?"

"Uh...say what?"

"Nevermind." said Brock, sweatdropping. Boy, Max really was acting strange today. Brock just shrugged it off and suspected that the hunger had probably gotten to his brain. Once Max got something to eat, everything would be better. Wouldn't it?

"Prepare to be terminated." Ash said in a low voice with the use of one of those voice-changing devices. He sounded much like Darth Vader.

"Not before we terminate YOU, Ketchum!" she screamed back. She turned to her flaming chicken. "Alright Combusken, you know what to do. Start us off with a fire spin and KO that grovyle before he can lay a move onto you."

Combusken nodded and headed for grovyle, its body sparking up fire as it charged.

"Grovyle, look out!" said Ash in the voice-changer, except this time he sounded like a preppy girl because that's what it was switched onto.

Grovyle looked at his master, confused.

Ash turned off his voice-changer. "That means, dodge and use leaf blade." he replied.

Grovyle then also nodded and charged for combusken, its arm raised as it come close so it could strike with its cunning speed and accuracy.

"Dodge!" screamed May. Combusken dodged.

"You dodge, too!" screamed Ash. Grovyle dodged as well.

"Now, use double kick!"

"Dodge! Use rock smash!"

"Dodge! Use peck!"

"Dodge! Use absorb!"

The battle continued. Ash and May kept ordering their pokemon to do their attacks, but before the pokemon even got close enough to strike, their trainers screamed out "DODGE!" and the pokemon ended up right back where they started.

"OK, this is sorta lame." Brock remarked, slicing some cheese for the sandwiches as he watched from afar. He shrugged. "Ah, well. At least they've found something to occupy themselves with that won't get Ash in big trouble with his mom." He sweatdropped as he remembered the past experiences. Ash was always getting himself in trouble. A-L-W-A-Y-S. Brock had become so accustomed to calling Delia, his mother, that he had absentmindedly memorized the phone number. Besides, Delia was pretty cute, too. It didn't hurt to call every once in a while to check up on her.

Max, on the other hand, seemed...well, still strangely odd. He was watching the battle with unblinking eyes that glew a weird white and red colour. His arm twitched uncontrollably as a sensor was dying inside of it. Max was starting to run out of batteries and he couldn't think straight.

See, Max wasn't an ordinary robot. Though he was completely mechanical and man-made, he acquired the actual brain of a human being. He ran on powered batteries and only sleep could recharge them. Max hadn't been getting a lot of sleep in the last couple of days and the signs were starting to show. His eyes continued to blink white and red to warn him of the low battery problem. Unfortunately, it was a tad late, and his brain was already beginning to shut down. He didn't know where he was, what he was doing...ANYTHING!

Slowly, Max got up and began walking around like a moron, his legs making weird noises as they shuffled back and forth.

Brock saw (or heard or sniffed) Max getting up and his brow raised in confusion. Now this was a little beyond strange. Brock was getting worried now.

"Max, are you sure you're feeling all right?" he asked, his hand slowly slipping into his pocket to retrieve his cellphone. "I can always call Norman and he can come here and pick you up if you're ill."

Max's head turned in almost a complete angle before facing Brock. "Name---Max. Age---8. Objective---Destroy the World!" he exclaimed in a weird, robotic voice that scared Brock. No longer was Brock watching the pointless battle. His entire attention was now on Max.

Brock got up and slowly grabbed Max's arm. "Max, come with me. Let's get you some rest. I'll bring you your soup and check your temperature." Brock's mind raced as he thought about the medical kit and what he should do to calm down the rampaging child.

Max pulled his arm away and looked up at Brock with a menacing glare. "No! No touch! I, Max, shall go dominate the world and get rid of all you pathetic humans! Robots shall rule the world! World Domination! World Domination! World Domination!" The crazed robot began running around like a psycho lunatic, ripping grass out of the ground and tearing leaves off the trees.

Brock's heart rate quickened. Oh no, what was Max doing?!

Ash and May were still battling, unaware of the danger that was going on around them.

"Grovyle, quick attack!"

"Dodge! Combusken, ember!"

"Dodge!"

The pokemon stopped firing attacks and dodging when their senses began to tingle for they felt something was not right. Max's voice sounded as he appeared next to both battlers and their pokemon.

"Max, do you mind? We're in the middle of a battle, here." May said sacrastically, rolling her eyes.

"DESTORY THE WORLD! DOMINTE! DESTROY!" screamed the child and he began grabbing dirt and flinging it into Ash and May's faces.

Both coughed and wiped their sore eyes.

"MAX! What was that for!" shouted May, mad at her "brother".

"Name---Max. Age---8. Objective---Destroy the World! WORLD DOMINATION! WORLD DOMINATION!" The robot threw a stick at grovyle and the lizard reacted by starting to fire a leaf blade at Max.

"No, Grovyle! Stop! Don't hurt Max!" Ash cried, grabbing hold of his grass lizard. Grovyle looked up at him, wishing to gain his trainer's trust. Max was dangerous, and neither Ash nor May seemed to understand. Combusken was just as desperate, holding in its ember attack because it knew it was against May's will to do so.

"Brock, what's going on?!" asked Ash in confusion and horror as the eyeless dood ran up to him, panting with all he had got.

"Max is---he's going on a rampage!" said Brock in between breaths. "I don't know what's wrong! I think he's sick or something but we've got to stop him! NOW!"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt came out of nowhere and struck Max. The boy fell to the ground and everything was silent. Pikachu stood behind the fallen robot, sparks still flying in his cheeks as he readied his next attack.

Ash gasped, his eyes wide with terror. "PIKACHU!" he screamed. "HOW COULD YOU! MAX IS JUST SICK AND YOU'RE TREATING HIM LIKE HE'S A MEMBER OF TEAM ROCKET OR SOMETHING! STOPPIT PIKACHU! STOP!"

Pikachu growled and stopped the sparks in his cheeks. Ash's booming voice hurt pikachu's sensitive ears and he knew the screaming would continue if he disobeyed so he stopped and, instead, stared at Max with a glimmer of concern.

Everything was quiet as the trio and their pokemon gazed down at the fallen boy. Even the chattering of the wild pidgeys and spearows in the trees ceased at the event.

Finally, May cut the silence. "Well, I guess that calmed him down." she said with a nervous laugh.

All of a sudden, Max's leg began to twitch.

Ash, May and Brock stood back. Grovyle, combusken and pikachu stepped in front of their trainers, ready to attack if they had to.

Max's leg twitched again, this time faster. His arms pushed himself up on the ground and he shook on weak legs. Then, with a terrible speed, Max's head snapped up and his eyes turned a very very VERY dark red. His nose flared and his teeth began to grind. May gasped as a chainsaw erupted from his left arm and Max began to head towards them.

Grovyle fired bullet seeds that bounced off the surface of Max's steel body. Combusken and pikachu also started shooting fire and electricity down at him, but Max bounced those back as well and he gave a menacing smile before shooting a missile out from underneath his shirt and at the unsuspecting pokemon. All three of them yelped as they were tossed onto the ground.

"Grovyle! Pikachu!" screamed Ash.

"Combusken!" screamed May.

Max continued smiling evilly at the fainted pokemon on the ground then switched his focus back onto the three frightened humans. Even Brock was scared---that's when everybody knew how serious the situation was.

Brock's hand began to reach for his cellphone when he felt a paralyzing shock go up his arm. He grabbed it in pain as the cellphone floated out of his pocket as if Max were controlling it with psychic energy. He wasn't---he was actually pulling the technology with his mind through his robotic powers, crushing it into a thousand pieces and letting them fall onto the ground.

Ash began breathing heavily. The three of them backed up slowly as Max approached them. Another chainsaw extended from his right arm as well as his left.

The trio continued to step back when all of a sudden, Ash felt his foot touch something wet. He looked back, only to discover a lake behind them!

"Oh no." he breathed, a lump forming in his throat. Max was coming closer. Closer. CLOSER. Death, doom and despair was closing in.

"Max, please stop." May whimpered. "I'm sorry if I yelled at you before! I...I didn't mean it..."

Max stopped and everyone thought that he had finally got his senses back. Unfortunately, it was not the case. Instead, his face pulled into an even bigger---even eviller---smile. A dozen more chainsaws come out from Max's body and he walked towards them even faster.

Brock reached in his pocket again, trying to call out mudkip and lombre to use a water gun on Max but that was controlled by technology as well. He would have to do this the hard way...

"Ash! May!" shouted Brock above the whirring noises of death as it approached its victims.

"WHAT?!" both cried in unison.

"Move out of the way when I give the signal!" he blurted out.

Ash and May nodded, too scared to reason.

Max continued to approach, getting so close that Ash and May were getting nervous. They couldn't turn back into the lake but they could certainly run out from the sides. Instead, however, they stayed put and followed Brock's orders as the chainsaws came even closer.

"That's it...just a little closer..." Brock muttered to himself as the robot came within inches of their range. 3...2...1...

"OK, MOVE!" he shouted, pushing both Ash and May out of the way right in the knicker of time as the robot dived into the air and plunged into the lake.

Again, it was silent. The three pokemon got up weakly and walked up to their trainers. All of them---humans and pokemon alike---stared into the bubbling surface. Was Max gone? Was it safe?

In a matter of only a twenty seconds or less, the lake blew up like it was exposed to dynamite. Pieces of metal and steel flew into the atmosphere...the lithosphere...the stratosphere...the ionosphere. It was so deathly amazing a sight that if Brock had eyes, they would have popped right out of their sockets. (which is good that he didn't---that would've been quite unfortunate for our spikey-haired friend)

But then, just like that, it was over. The explosion was huge but very short. Everyone opened their eyes and looked around them.

Destroyed.

Everything within a radius of thirty inches---completely devastated. Scraps of old metal and steel polluted the small area. The explosion damaged the trees and all plant life. However, no plant pokemon were affected. That was good.

"Well...I'm at a loss for words." Brock finally exclaimed, his hair black and crispy as well as the two children that also stood next to him.

"So am I..." said Ash, his heart racing from the little adventure. "It was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my whole entire life! It was so freakin' sweet, dude!" He pumped his fist.

"Ash...I don't think you should be cheering..." May gulped.

"Why?" asked Ash, clueless as always. He cocked his head to the side.

"Bigga..." said pikachu, pointing behind Ash with his tiny finger.

Ash turned around. Three Officer Jennys stood in front of them. "What seems to be the problem, here?" one of them, the one in front asked.

Brock's slits turned into hearts. "Problem? THERE'S NO PROBLEM!" he said, running up at the speed of sound and grabbing her hands with his. "Did I mention how perfectly dreamy your eyes are, Jenny? So...so perfect! Beyond words!"

Since Max wasn't there, May had to do the honor (A/N: pulling Brock away by his ear) the ol' fashioned way as the three officers questioned Ash.

"So...can you explain what just caused that explosion?" the one in front asked. One of the others got out a notepad and got ready to scribble down Ash's answers.

"Um...well...I dunno." he replied, scratching his chin. "Me and May were just battling when all of a sudden, Max started going bazooka! He chased us with chainsaws until Brock got an idea and Max jumped in the lake. Then KABOOOOOOM! Max esploded!" His eyes were on fire even after he finished his vague explanation.

All officers blinked at him.

"Okaaaaaaaaaay..." the one in front said with a sweatdrop. "Let's start from the beginning. Why was your friend going crazy and where in the world did he manage to get chainsaws?"

"Well, I have no idea why he was going crazy. It was kind of weird. I mean, he looked very angry---maybe it was because May was mean to him earlier today." Ash scratched his head as he recalled the moment. "I don't know where he got the chainsaws, either, but they were pretty cool."

"Well, it's illegal to use chainsaws in a violent act here in this town." the one in front said as one in the back wrote down what Ash was saying. "Now, can you explain to us how a boy jumping into a lake could have caused that big explosion?"

Ash shrugged. "I think he was a robot, or something. Our pokemon's attacks weren't working on him, either. It was weird."

"Hm." said Officer Jenny. All three of them spoke nothing else as they pondered at what the boy had told him. One of the Officer Jennys, the one that didn't do anything yet, walked up to the water and bagged some of the steel and metal for evidence. Officer Jennys and Officer Joes (the male version of Jenny with shorter hair) came in by the millions and set up the crime scene.

Brock and May returned when Ash was done with his description.

"So?" asked Brock. "What's going to happen, now?"

The Officer Jenny in front sighed. "Well, I'm afraid there's no other way we can settle this. It is illegal to use any explosives near the lake and you have broken that rule. I am afraid you three are going to have to come with me---to court."

Next Chapter Preview:

"So..." said the jury. "What do you have to say in your defense?"

"It wasn't us!" screamed Ash. "Max was the one who decided to explode! It was a life-death situation! Right, Brock?"

"Yes." Brock said with a nod. "It was very sudden and crazy...I really don't think I can put it into words..."

"Yea! We weren't a part of this at all!" cried May.

"Then would you kindly demonstrate to us the meanings of Exhibit A and Exhibit B?" asked the jury as a member of the court held up the two respective baggies. One seemed to contain Max's nose while the other had a piece of a chainsaw.

"Um..." Ash said, rubbing his chin. "We're...innocent?"

Brock slapped his forehead. Oh, they were in soooooo much trouble, now...