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Life as a pikachu

Hi! I'm Maurice. I'm currently 13 years and I live in Viridian City. Close to Pallet Town. Yep, Pallet Town. That famous Pallet Town. The town of the famous professor Oak and Ash Ketchum... He became quite famous with traveling around the world and fighting in all kind of leagues. I never seen him in real life… I only saw him on television a couple of times...

We are almost the same age. Well, almost… I'm two years older. But that day, five years ago I started my own pokémon journey. I wanted to go on a journey, train pokémon, feel the thrill of battling. I didn't care about pokémon contests. So I went to professor Oak. I know him very well. I work in the local pokémon center and I usually bring pokémon from his lab to the center or other way around. Sometimes pokémon just can't be send over electronically because they're wounded, dead, or just scared to get inside a pokéball. If they're dead, we need to check if there aren't any diseases among the pokémon in the city (or the wild around the city) which can spread and can cause a disaster. Moving them is the worst thing to do. They feel cold as stone when you pick them up. But it needs to happen and I always treat them with proper respect.

I simply love pokémon though. Everytime I'm at Oak's lab and I see all the pokémon in his backyard, I want to investigate stuff. Especially for those yellow electric mouses... Pikachu. I'm completely addicted to them. You see, when I was little my father had a pikachu named Bobby. He got Bobby as a pichu from his parents when he was 5 years old. When I was born, Bobby and I immediately got a special bond (although I didn't realise it when I was one month old). According to my parents, Bobby was always found near me when I was young. As I grew up, Bobby became a sort of third parent for me. When I was unhappy, he always cheered me up. When I was hurt, he would always comfort me. We played all day long. We even slept in the same bed, cuddling all night... We both loved that. But when I was five, my father suddenly forbid me to play with him. Later, I was told dad saw that Bobby had trouble keeping up with me. He behaved differently than normal. About one week later, Bobby peacefully died of old age in my fathers arms. He was 37 years, which is extremely old for a pikachu. We didn't bury him. My father didn't want to lose Bobby forever, so we got him on display now. Although he's dead, it still looks like he's still with us. But back then, I was very sad he was gone. But I also learned a lot of things from him. I can calm pokémon down like no other and therefore I'm very suitable to work with them. I can handle everything you can pick up. Don't bother bringing charizard or blastoise to me: they'll just toast or drown me.

But that day I went to the laboratory of Oak. I wanted to start my own pokémon journey. Even though I wasn't ten but twelve years, he approved and gave me a date I could start. On that date, I went over to the lab and picked bulbasaur. His grandson Gary got a squirtle and another trainer got charmander. Then my journey started. Just as I started my journey to Viridian, a boy in pyjamas ran right past me over to the lab... I just continued walking like nothing happened. I decided to do my first training with bulbasaur. This went perfect and we quickly grew quite close.

But three months later everything had changed. All the things I expected from training pokémon were true, but just... I didn't know... It was exactly like I expected, but it also wasn't. I loved handling pokémon, but not in this way. Bulbasaur and me won most of our battles, but still...

I decided to return to my home in Viridian. I explained bulbasaur everything and gave him the choice to return to Oak's lab and wait for another trainer, or to be released. Not that I didn't want him to stay with me, but I feared he would be bored to death when I did that. In the Viridian Forest I released him, promising him I would visit him regularly. I also told him that he could come and visit me at any time at the pokécenter or my house. Then we parted ways. Other pokémon I caught were also released and I quit being a trainer. I returned to my old work at the pokécenter and I loved it more and more. Yes - working with pokémon one way or another would be what I wanted to do.

Thus, one year later, I was at the lab of professor Oak. We were on a field trip around his backyard to check on some pokémon and to release one I bought from the center. Oak knew I loved pikachu (species) and he always mentioned I could handle pokémon very well. I always laughed at him, but inside I knew he was right. I was good at handling pokémon... But I was using my ability wasn't I? The pokémon in the pokécenter always loved me since I could calm them down, give them a cheer up and do basic medical stuff.

Some days after our field trip, he called me. He had a errand for me. He was wondering if I was interested in doing a research with him regarding a colony of pikachu. Of course at hearing the name "pikachu" I couldn't really resist so the next day I was at his lab looking for what he wanted me to do.

And even though I know Oak can be a strange man, I never expected him to ask me what he asked me on that day...