The afternoon light streamed in through the dusty blinds, casting a warm glow on the computer screens. Meg Traton's fingers danced over the keyboard as she mined through the virtual dirt, the digital world of Minecraft coming to life before her eyes. Across the room, Zane's eyes darted between his screen and his partially constructed Redstone Farm, a grin spreading as the mechanical contraption took shape.
"Meg, check out this design!" he called out, leaning back in his chair. "It's gonna be epic!"
Meg paused her digging to glance over. "Looks pretty cool, Zane. You're gonna be the farm king!"
Their laughter filled the small computer lab, mingling with the low hum of the computers and the occasional clack of keys. The bell had rung minutes ago, signaling the end of class, but they had snuck in some extra playtime. The school day had been long and dull, and this was their escape, a world of adventure and creation.
Mr. Castellanos, the computer science teacher, poked his head in the room. "You two better get to your next class," he said with a knowing smile. "Or you'll miss the bus home."
Meg groaned. "Alright, alright," she said, saving her game. "We're coming."
They packed up their bags and started to make their way out into the hallway, the smell of stale lunch still lingering in the air. It was a typical Friday, filled with the buzz of students eager for the weekend. Little did they know, the day was about to take a terrifying turn.
The sudden squawk of the intercom cut through the chatter. The principal's voice, usually calm and reassuring, was tinged with urgency. "Attention all students and staff, this is a lockdown drill. I repeat, this is a lockdown drill. Proceed to the nearest classroom and lock all doors and windows immediately."
Meg and Zane exchanged a look of surprise, pausing mid-stride. They had done these drills before, but something about the tone in Mr. Jenkins' voice didn't feel right. It was too serious, too real.
Then they heard it—the unmistakable pop of a gunshot, echoing down the hallway. The color drained from their faces. That wasn't part of the drill. Their laughter forgotten, they broke into a sprint, searching desperately for refuge.
As they rounded a corner, the sound of a second gunshot rang out, sending a chill down Meg's spine. "This isn't a drill," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
Zane nodded grimly. "We have to find a classroom—now!"
They dashed down the corridor, the echo of footsteps and distant cries growing louder. Ahead, they spotted their PE teacher, Mrs. Garcia, frantically waving from the open doorway of the gym. "In here, quick!" she shouted.
They didn't hesitate. The heavy door slammed shut behind them, and Mrs. Garcia secured it with a thick metal bar. The room was already packed with students and teachers, all looking around with the same mix of confusion and terror. Someone had switched off the lights, plunging them into a darkness that was only pierced by the occasional beam of sunlight that slipped through the blinds.
Mrs. Garcia took a deep breath. "Everyone, stay calm," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "We're going to stay in here until we get the all-clear."
Meg and Zane found a spot against the wall, their hearts racing as they tried to catch their breath. The gym floor was cold and hard beneath them, a stark contrast to the warmth of the computer lab they'd just left. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of shallow breaths and shaking whispers.
Mrs. Garcia began to count heads, her eyes scanning the shadowy figures huddled together. "Okay, let's make sure everyone's here," she murmured, her hand visibly trembling as she marked names off her list. "We need to stay quiet and stay low."
The minutes stretched into an eternity, filled with the distant sounds of chaos and the pounding of their own hearts. Meg reached out and found Zane's hand, squeezing it tightly. His grip was cold and clammy, but it was a small comfort in the face of the fear that gripped them both.
Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by a series of loud cracks from outside the gym—more gunshots. Screams followed, a cacophony of panic and pain. The room grew even quieter, if that was possible, as everyone held their breath, willing themselves to become invisible. Meg's hand shot to her pocket, grabbing her phone. Her thumbs moved automatically, typing out a message to her mom that seemed to take forever to send.
"Love you. There's a shooter in the school. We're in the gym. Stay safe," she wrote, pressing send with trembling fingers. Around her, she could see the dim glow of screens as other students did the same, reaching out to their loved ones, sharing their fear in frantic texts and calls.
Mrs. Garcia and Mr. Castellanos had huddled in a corner with a walkie talkie, whispering into it and listening intently. They were trying to get any information, to find out if there were any survivors, or if help was on the way. The static-filled silence was broken only by the occasional crackle of a response, too faint to understand.
Meg's phone vibrated in her hand, the screen illuminating her pale face. She read the message from her mom, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you too, baby. Stay strong. I'm on my way." It was all she could do not to let out a sob, but she knew that now was not the time for tears. They had to stay focused, had to stay alive.
Zane leaned in closer. "We're gonna get through this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of horror outside. "We're together, okay?"
Meg nodded, trying to find strength in his words. They sat in the darkness, listening to the intermittent reports over the walkie talkie, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the gunfire that grew increasingly distant.
The wait was agonizing, each second a silent battle against the fear that threatened to consume them. They heard the distant wail of sirens, the pounding of feet, and the occasional shouts of the police trying to restore order. It felt like hours had passed, though it was probably only a few minutes. And then, finally, the sound of the gunfire stopped.
The teachers exchanged a look, and Mrs. Garcia slowly rose to her feet. "Stay here," she said, her voice shaky but firm. "I'm going to check if it's safe."
Meg's grip on Zane's hand tightened as the door creaked open, the light from the hallway spilling into the gym. The world outside was a blur of shadows and flashing lights, but she could make out the silhouettes of figures moving quickly, urgently.
Mrs. Garcia stepped out, and a tense silence followed. Then, she reappeared, her face a mix of relief and exhaustion.
"It's okay," she murmured, her voice shaky. "The police are here. It's over."
The room erupted into a cacophony of cries and relieved whispers. Meg and Zane stared at each other, disbelief slowly giving way to relief. It was over.
But the door didn't stay closed for long. A figure burst in, and everyone's eyes widened with terror. The unmistakable silhouette of the shooter, their arms outstretched, a gun glinting in the light. In that split second, Mrs. Garcia threw herself forward, grabbing at the shooter's arms, her face a mask of fierce determination.
The students screamed, the teachers shouted, and the room was a blur of panic. Meg saw her opening and didn't think twice. She leaped up from her spot, hurtling herself at the shooter. The impact was like a thunderclap in the enclosed space, the shooter's gun hand jerking upwards as they lost their balance.
Mrs. Garcia's grip tightened, and the shooter stumbled, the gun firing wildly into the ceiling. The sound was deafening, and the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air. Meg felt the wind knocked out of her as she slammed into the attacker, but she held on, her own body shielding the room.
The door swung shut, and the students scrambled to push furniture against it, the teachers barking orders. The shooter struggled beneath Meg, but she had them pinned. The room was plunged into chaos, a cacophony of shouts and cries.
A sudden jolt of pain ripped through Meg's stomach and neck, and she realized with horror that the shooter had managed to shoot her. Warm blood spread quickly, soaking her shirt and pooling on the cold gym floor. Her vision swam, and she heard Zane's panicked scream over the din.
Mrs. Garcia was on the shooter now, wrestling for the gun. Meg felt the shooter's body convulse with effort, the cold metal of the weapon digging into her palms as she tried to help Mrs. Garcia. The pain was intense, but she pushed it aside, focusing all her energy on the task at hand.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The police burst into the room, guns drawn. They took in the scene: Meg and Mrs. Garcia on the ground, the shooter between them, the room full of terrified students.
"Drop it!" one of the officers yelled. The shooter's arms went slack, and the gun clattered to the floor. The police rushed forward, cuffing the attacker and checking for any other threats. The room was a whirlwind of activity, but all Meg could feel was the cold seeping into her body, the warmth of her lifeblood draining away.
Zane was at her side, his voice high-pitched with terror. "Meg, no, stay with me!" he shouted, his eyes wide with fear.
But it was too late. The world grew darker, the noises fading to whispers. Meg's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt herself slipping away. She was vaguely aware of the officers' frantic calls for a medic, but she couldn't hold on any longer.
As she took her last breath, she heard Mrs. Garcia's choked sob. "You did good, Meg," she murmured. "You saved us all."
The room grew quieter, the chaos fading into a distant hum. Meg felt a strange sensation of weightlessness, her body no longer anchored to the cold floor. Her vision cleared, and she found herself standing in a vast, empty white room. It was featureless except for the row of chairs along one wall and the numbered doors that lined the opposite side.
Her eyes fell upon the Old Lady who sat at a small desk in the corner, her expression unreadable. She held a clipboard in one hand, a pen in the other, and she looked up as Meg approached.
"Where am I?" Meg managed to ask, her voice weak and distant.
The Old Lady looked at her with a gentle smile. "Welcome to the After Life Office," she said calmly. "You're number nine. Please take a seat. Your turn will be called shortly."
Meg looked down at her trembling hands, at the bloodstain on her shirt. She didn't understand. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. She was supposed to go to college, go through a acting career, have fun with Zane. Now, she was here, in this sterile, empty room, surrounded by strangers.
The Old Lady's gaze was kind as she noticed Meg's distress. "You've done well," she said softly. "But there's still a bit more to your journey. Take a seat, dear. It won't be much longer."
Meg obeyed, sinking into the cold plastic chair. The other people in the room were talking in hushed tones, their faces a blur of fear, anger, and acceptance. She felt a pang of loneliness, a deep ache for the life she was leaving behind.
The speaker above them crackled to life, and the Old Lady called out, "Number nine, room six."
Meg's heart skipped a beat as she slowly rose from her chair, her legs wobbly. She looked around the room, unsure of what to expect. The others watched her with a mix of envy and dread, knowing their own numbers would be called soon enough. She took a deep breath and made her way to the door labeled '6'. It swung open without a sound, revealing a dimly lit corridor with more doors leading to unknown fates.
The floor was cold under her feet as she walked, each step echoing through the empty space. She reached room six and pushed the door open, stepping into a small, cozy space that smelled faintly of vanilla. A warm light bathed the room, and a friendly-looking man sat at a desk, his smile welcoming.
"Take a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair that looked surprisingly comfortable. Meg sat down, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The man studied her with kind eyes, his gaze lingering on her blood-soaked shirt.
"Meg Traton," he began, his voice soothing. "You've had a... significant end to your time in the living world. Tell me, do you remember what happened?"
Meg nodded, the events of the school shooting playing out in her mind like a tragic movie reel. She recounted the moments, her voice shaking as she spoke of Zane and Mrs. Garcia, the fear and the pain. The man listened intently, nodding at times, his expression never wavering from one of empathy.
"You did a brave thing, Meg," he said when she'd finished. "You saved many lives today."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "But what about mine?" she whispered.
The man's smile grew sad. "Your time wasn't meant to end here, Meg, but sometimes sacrifices are necessary for a greater good." He opened a large book on his desk, flipping through pages filled with names and dates. "You're not the first hero we've seen, and you certainly won't be the last."
Meg felt a sense of numbness settle over her as she stared at the book, her name likely etched in its pages. "What happens now?" she managed to ask.
"Now," he said, closing the book with a gentle thud, "we discuss your next steps. The After Life is vast and full of possibilities. Some choose to move on immediately or go to their Gods depending on their Religion, while others are given the chance to be reincarnated into a different world."
Meg's eyes widened with curiosity. "A different world?"
The man nodded. "Any world you can imagine. From the mystical lands of fantasy to the futuristic galaxies of science fiction, the choice is yours."
Her thoughts raced. "Could I go to a world like in Naruto?" she asked, thinking of the anime she'd watched with Zane.
"Or Doctor Who?" she added, remembering the nights spent binge-watching with her mom.
The man's smile grew. "Indeed. Or perhaps the whimsical lands of My Little Pony, if you wish for a simpler existence."
Meg felt a twinge of excitement amidst the sadness. "Could I go to any of those?"
"Any world you desire," he confirmed.
Before Meg could ask another question, he raised a hand. "But first, we must consider your legacy in this world. Do you have any unresolved matters?"
Meg thought of Zane. "What about Zane?" she asked urgently. "Will he be okay?"
The man's gaze softened. "Ah, yes. I can see your bond. Let me show you." He pulled a lever, and a video played on the wall. It was Zane, smiling, surrounded by friends, playing games, living a life filled with joy. He had found love with a man and was raising three teenagers, sharing his passion for role-playing games.
Her heart ached.
Meg watched the projection of Zane's life unfold, each frame a reminder of the moments she'd never share with him. She saw him laughing, playing, growing up without her. The video was a bittersweet comfort, a testament to his resilience, but it couldn't fill the void her absence had left.
"He's happy," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Can I... can I go to him?"
The man's smile grew sad. "I'm afraid not, Meg. The living world cannot be visited by those who've passed. But fear not, for he will remember you, cherish you, and honor your memory."
Meg nodded, the weight of her sacrifice sinking in. She knew she had to let go. The world she'd left behind was forever changed, but Zane had moved on, grown into a man who knew love and joy. Her eyes never left the video as she made her decision.
"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be reincarnated. But I have a condition."
The man raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "A condition?"
Meg took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Yes. I want to be reincarnated, but not just anywhere. I want to go to the Pokémon world. But not the dangerous version," she added quickly, "I want a mix of the anime and the video games, all rolled into one. And I want to be a Baby Meowth."
The man's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A Baby Meowth?"
"Yes," Meg said firmly. "I want to explore that world and achieve any goals i have. And I want to be a Pokémon that's smart and can talk. Like Team Rocket's Meowth."
The man studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Very well," he said, scribbling notes on his clipboard. "But remember, you are granted seven wishes to tailor your new life. Choose wisely, for once you are reborn, there is no going back."
she began, "I want the system to be able to give me warnings or advice before making important decisions."
The man nodded again, scribbling away. "Your system will be equipped with the ability to offer insights and advice, though the final choice will always be yours."
The thought of having that kind of support made Meg feel a little less alone. She took a deep breath. "And for my second wish." The man looked up, his pen poised.
"I wish for a universal dimension online shopping platform," Meg said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "One where I can buy anything from any reality, like a Krabby Patty from SpongeBob or a gadget from Doraemon's world."
The man's eyes widened in surprise, then he chuckled. "Ah, a touch of whimsy in the face of the great unknown," he said. "Very well, Meg. Your system will come with a feature called 'U.V Marketplace', where you can indeed purchase items from various dimensions. However, remember that each dimension has its own rules and values, so the exchange rates may be...unpredictable."
Meg couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Awesome!" she exclaimed. "
The man chuckled again. "Your third wish, Meg?"
Meg's smile faded as she thought deeply about her next wish. "I wish to be able to spectate my own death," she said slowly, her voice trembling slightly. "But only after I've decided to move on from old body. I want to be able to see the impact of my choices and understand the consequences. And to be able to create a new identity or go back to the old dead body & revive myself."
The man's expression grew solemn. "A profound wish, Meg," he said, nodding as he wrote. "Your third wish is granted. You will have the ability to spectate your death from a safe, detached perspective. Whenever you are ready to move on, you may choose to leave your body and observe the scene from the viewpoint of your soul."
Meg swallowed hard, the reality of her situation setting in. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Your fourth wish?" the man prompted, his pen still poised over the clipboard.
Meg took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I wish to have Talk no Jutsu," she said with conviction. "The ability to persuade and understand others' pain so deeply that they might abandon their villainous paths."
The man's expression grew thoughtful. "That is a powerful ability, one that could alter the very fabric of the world you choose to inhabit. It requires a great deal of empathy and wisdom. Are you certain you wish to carry such a burden?"
Meg nodded. "I won't abuse it," she assured him. "I'll only use it when absolutely necessary, in emergencies. I want to help, not manipulate."
He nodded gravely. "Very well. Your fourth wish is granted. You shall possess Talk no Jutsu, but remember, the path to redemption is not always a simple one."
Mrs. Garcia's words echoed in Meg's mind: "You're a hero, Meg." With newfound resolve, she made her fifth wish.
"I want the ability to sense and understand the quality of items and beings around me," she said, looking into the man's eyes. "To see their strengths and weaknesses, to help me make better choices in battles and in life."
The man nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of her request. "This will be a powerful tool," he said, "but beware, knowing the true nature of things can be both a gift and a curse. Your fifth wish is granted. You shall have 'Analytical Sight'."
Meg felt a strange surge of energy, as if a new part of her had been unlocked. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling the weight of her decisions settle upon her shoulders.
The man cleared his throat, indicating she should continue. "My sixth wish," Meg began, "I wish to be free of all bodily functions, including the being immune to diseases & never have Cavities in my teeth ever again."
The man looked surprised but nodded. "Your sixth wish is a peculiar one, Meg," he said, scribbling away. "It's granted. In your new life, you shall be free from the inconveniences of physical needs and ailments."
Meg felt a strange sense of relief wash over her. It was a small comfort in the grand scheme of things, but the thought of never again enduring the pain of a dentist's drill was oddly comforting.
"And for your seventh and final wish," the man said, looking at Meg with a mix of admiration and concern. "This is your last chance to consider what you truly desire in this new life."
Meg took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. "I wish for an enchanted phone," she said firmly. "One that's unbreakable, with unlimited memory storage, high-quality cameras and flashlights, and the ability to teleport back to me no matter where I am, even if it's thrown away. Plus, it can pull out drawings and pictures from the phone into existence, including my animation or videos i make."
The man's eyebrows shot up. "A rather...specific request," he said, scribbling on his clipboard. "But one that speaks to your creativity and adaptability. Your seventh wish is granted. Your enchanted phone will serve as a companion and tool throughout your journey."
With the wishes made, the man stood, the room around them shifting and swirling with a soft light. Meg felt a strange, disorienting pull, as if she was being sucked into a vortex. The man's smile grew wider. "Your journey is about to begin, Meg."
The light grew brighter, and Meg closed her eyes against the glare. When she opened them again, she was no longer in the small office. Instead, she found herself in a serene meadow, the grass soft beneath her new paws. She looked down to see that she had indeed become a Baby Meowth. Her heart raced with excitement and fear as she took in her new form.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle voice in her mind. "Welcome to your new life, Meg," it said, the same soothing tone from the man in the office. "Your system is now online. You may call me 'Guide'. I am here to assist and advise you."
Meg looked around in wonder as she took in her new surroundings. The meadow was vibrant with color, the sun shone warmly on her fur, and the scent of wildflowers filled the air. Her new senses were overwhelming, every sound and smell more intense than she had ever experienced as a human.
"Guide," she whispered, testing her new voice. It came out as a soft meow, and she felt a little embarrassed at how high-pitched it was.
"Yes, Meg?" the voice responded, a comforting presence in her mind.
"Can you please call me Pinkan for know on, since that will be my new identity. Pinkan the Meowth."
The voice in her head took on a slightly surprised tone, "Certainly, Pinkan. Your identity is now updated in the records. How may I assist you in your first moments in the Pokémon world?"
Pinkan looked around the meadow, her eyes wide with excitement. "Guide, can I have a Pinkan Berry?" she asked, her voice still a soft meow. "That's the reason why I changed my name, you know."
"Ah, of course," the voice in her head responded. "You wish to embody the color of the berry that holds such significance to your original form."
A moment later, a soft pink berry appeared before her. She picked it up in her mouth and swallowed it whole. As the sweetness spread through her, she felt a warmth suffuse her body, and her fur began to change. It grew lighter, brighter, until she was a beautiful shade of pink.
"How do I look?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"You look like a vision," Guide assured her, the warmth of his voice resonating within her mind. "The Pinkan Berry's transformation is complete. You are now a Pink Meowth."
Pinkan felt a thrill at her new appearance. She turned in a circle, watching the pink fur shimmer in the sunlight. "Thanks, Guide," she said, purring happily.
"But wait," she said, her thoughts racing. "Can I call you Dad instead?"
Guide chuckled, the sound echoing gently in her mind. "Of course, Pinkan. In this world, I am your guardian, your guide. If calling me 'Dad' brings you comfort, then do so as you wish. I am here for you in whatever capacity you need."
The affectionate title brought a lump to Pinkan's throat. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a newfound sense of security in this vast, unfamiliar place.
Her thoughts turned to survival. "But, Dad," she began, her voice still meowing softly, "will wild Pokémon attack me?"
Guide's tone grew serious. "In the Pokémon world, newborns are often seen as sacred. Most creatures know better than to harm them, especially a youngling as adorable as you. However," he added with a note of caution, "as in any world, there are those who do not follow such rules. You must be careful, Pinkan."
Pinkan nodded, her whiskers twitching with determination. "Okay, Dad," she said, trying out the new name. It felt right, somehow.
"Now, tell me," she asked, her curiosity piqued, "what time period am I in? Is it like the Pokémon games or shows I watched?"
Guide's voice grew a touch wistful. "Ah, you're in a time where many great adventures have occurred, but also where much is still to come. The events of Pokémon Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon are still recent history, and the tales of Pokémon Sword and Shield are being written as we speak. As for Pokémon Legends: Arceus, it is but a whisper in the annals of time, a story that has yet to unfold."
Pinkan tilted her head in thought, the concept of time and its many adventures swirling through her mind. "So, I can learn and explore before those events happen?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Guide nodded. "Indeed," he said. "The beauty of the Pokémon world is that it is ever-changing, ever-growing. You may choose to become a part of those adventures or simply watch them unfold from the sidelines. It is your journey, Pinkan, and you have the luxury of time to decide."
Pinkan's tail swished with excitement as she pondered her new reality. "I want to explore," she said, her eyes gleaming with the promise of adventure. "Can I have a yellow T-Shirt with brown Overall with Slip on Shoes?"
Guide chuckled. "Ah, you've caught on to the custom of wishing and receiving," he said. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Before I grant you those clothing items, I believe you should first demonstrate that you are ready to learn and grow in this new life."
Pinkan nodded eagerly. "Okay, Dad, what do you want me to do?"
Guide's tone grew slightly stern, yet encouraging. "First, I'd like you to learn two moves that will serve you well in your new life, Pinkan. Pay Day and Fury Swipes are both useful, but they require focus and control. Can you perform these moves for me?"
Pinkan took a deep breath and focused. She had seen Meowth use Pay Day in the anime, and it was a move that she always thought looked cool. She had no idea how to perform it herself, but she was eager to try. She closed her eyes and concentrated, picturing the coins flying through the air.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in her paws, as if they were vibrating with potential. She opened her eyes and focused on the empty space in front of her, willing coins to appear. To her amazement, a shimmering light coalesced, and a handful of coins shot out, clinking together as they sped towards a distant tree. The coins struck the trunk with surprising force, then scattered across the meadow, glinting in the sunlight.
"Good," Guide said, his voice filled with approval. "Now, try Fury Swipes."
Pinkan took a step forward, her paws flexing as she focused on the speed and precision required for the move. She visualized herself as a blur of pink fur, her claws flashing through the air. With a fierce yowl, she lunged, her claws slicing through the air five times in rapid succession. The grass in front of her was left flattened, and she could feel the power in her swipes.
Guide watched intently, his gaze unwavering. "Good, Pinkan," he said, his voice calm and steady. "You show great potential. But remember, with power comes responsibility. Use your abilities wisely."
Pinkan nodded, her chest heaving with the exertion of the move. "I will, Dad," she promised, her voice still meowing but filled with determination. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
Guide's eyes softened at her words. "Your compassion is one of your greatest strengths, Pinkan," he said gently. "Now, let's see if you can combine both moves effectively."
The air grew tense as Pinkan took a moment to gather herself. Then, with a swiftness that belied her size, she leaped into the air, coins glinting in her eyes. As she descended, she unleashed a flurry of Fury Swipes, her claws leaving trails of light in the air. At the last second, she called forth a Pay Day, the coins swirling around her as she struck an impressive pose.
Guide's voice resonated in her mind, filled with pride. "Very good, Pinkan. You're a natural."
Pinkan beamed, feeling the warmth of his praise. "Now, about the clothes?" she prompted, eager to cover herself up.
Guide nodded, his form flickering before a yellow T-shirt and a pair of brown overalls with slip-on shoes appeared before her. She quickly put them on, feeling the soft fabric against her fur. The shoes were a bit snug, but she managed to slip them on.
"Why do you wish to wear these clothes?" Guide asked, curiosity coloring his tone.
Pinkan looked down at her attire, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Well, I'm not like other Pokémon," she explained, her meowing voice a mix of embarrassment and resolve. "I had human habits from my past life, and I'm not comfortable being naked like they are."
Guide considered this. "I see," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "And you believe that these clothes will make you seem less wild?"
Pinkan nodded, her tail swishing. "Exactly," she said. "I want people and Pokémon to think I have a human owner, so they don't try to catch me or anything."
Guide's voice grew gentle. "But remember, Pinkan, that you are free to choose your own path in this world. You do not need a human to claim you."
Pinkan looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I know, but I like the idea of being seen as independent," she said, her voice meek. "I just want to make my own choices in life, you know?"
Guide nodded, his expression understanding. Knowing that her Mom in her past life didn't let her choose the Path she wanted. Like forcing her to learn Golfing even though she wants to learn Parkour or wants to learn how to play a HandPan or Drum But learn how to play a Flute instead. Pinkan's Mom was one one those people who has Gender Stereotype while Pinkan believe that Gender Labels are F×cking Dumb, and have to wear a Dress instead of a Suit she wanted.
With that, Pinkan's attention turned to her claws. They were white while her paws are pink, but she had an idea. "Dad," she mewed, "Can you paint my claws?"
Guide looked at her paws with a slight furrow of his brow. "Painting your claws?" he mused, considering the request. "That's an interesting choice. What colors would you like?"
Pinkan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Green, blue, and dark pink," she mewed, her voice a mix of hope and anticipation. "The same as the colors of my favorite Pokémon, Deerling, Oshawott, and Slowpoke!"
Guide nodded, his hand hovering over her paws. A soft, shimmering light enveloped her claws, and within moments, the requested colors painted them in an intricate design that mirrored her favorite Pokémon. The green of Deerling's leaves, the blue of Oshawott's fur, and the dark pink of Slowpoke's body together, creating a pattern that was both unique and beautiful.
Pinkan couldn't help but stare in amazement as the colors set into her claws, the vibrant shades shimmering in the sun. "They glow in the dark?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
"Indeed, they do," Guide confirmed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It will serve as a reminder of your uniqueness and the path you've chosen."
Pinkan purred contentedly, admiring her new look. "Thank you, Dad," she mewed, feeling more confident in her new form. She flexed her claws, watching as the colors shimmered in the light. "They look amazing."
Her thoughts turned to the future. "Guide, where should I live?" she asked, her eyes searching the horizon. "Where can I find a permanent home?"
Guide considered her question, his eyes scanning the vastness of the Pokémon world. "Each region has its own charm, Pinkan," he began, his voice filled with the wisdom of ages. "Kanto is the birthplace of it all, but it's also quite crowded and fast-paced. Johto offers a rich history and diverse ecosystem, while Hoenn's beauty is unparalleled with its volcanic lands and tropical islands. Sinnoh has its legendary Pokémon and the grandeur of the four lakes, and Unova, a place of innovation and discovery."
He paused, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "But for you, a peaceful soul looking to embrace your uniqueness, I'd suggest Rota. It's a town in the Alola region, known for its tranquil setting and welcoming atmosphere. In Rota, people and Pokémon alike celebrate their differences and quirks. You'd be right at home there, Pinkan."
Pinkan's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Really?" she mewed. "Rota sounds perfect for me!"
Guide nodded. "Indeed, it is," he said. "But remember, you are not limited to one place. The Pokémon world is vast and full of adventure. You are free to explore and find your true calling wherever it may lead you. However, if you wish to live a peaceful life, Rota is an excellent starting point."
With that, Pinkan set off on her journey, eager to learn more about this world she now called home. "But, Dad," she mewed as she began to walk, "how long will it take to get to Rota?"
Guide's eyes twinkled. "Ah, Pinkan, the journey to Rota from here is a trek that would take four days on foot," he informed her. "But fear not, for this journey is not merely about reaching your destination. It is about the experiences you gain along the way."
Pinkan nodded thoughtfully. "But what if I want to learn more moves that are... well, not about fighting?" she asked. "Moves that are more... peaceful?"
Guide's expression grew contemplative. "Ah, you wish to be a pacifist in this world of battles and strategies," he murmured. "That is a noble goal, my child. Let me introduce you to two moves that may serve you well: Tackle and Bestow."
Pinkan's eyes lit up at the mention of Tackle. "That sounds like a move that doesn't hurt anyone!" she exclaimed.
Guide chuckled. "On the contrary, Tackle is quite a powerful physical attack," he explained. "But it can be used to express enthusiasm or to nudge someone gently, if done with care or to save someone from danger."
Pinkan's face fell a little, but then she perked up at the mention of Bestow. "What does Bestow do?"
"Bestow is a unique move," Guide said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It allows you to pass your held item to another Pokémon or Person, without any intention of harm. It is a gesture of generosity and friendship."
Pinkan's tail swished with excitement as she absorbed the information about her new moves. "Okay, Dad, I'll practice Tackle," she mewed, already envisioning the gentle nudges she could give to make friends. "But what about Bestow? How do I learn that?"
Guide smiled warmly. "Bestow is a move of the heart, Pinkan," he said. "You do not learn it through battle, but through kindness and understanding. Carry an item that holds significance to you, and when the time is right, you will instinctively know how to bestow it upon another."
Pinkan thought for a moment and then looked up at Guide with a determined glint in her eyes. "So I'll instinctively know how to give any items to a target right?"
Guide nodded. "Yes, but remember, Bestow is about more than just giving something away," he explained. "It's about recognizing when someone needs something, be it physical or emotional, and offering it from a place of love and selflessness."
Pinkan felt a warmth spread through her as she thought about using her powers to help others. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," she promised, her voice earnest. "But what do I do now?"
Guide looked at her with a knowing smile.
"Alright, Pinkan, it's time to learn Tackle," he announced. "For the next stretch of the journey, I want you to gently tackle each tree you pass by. Do it with the intention of greeting the tree, not harming it. Let the force of your love for Pokémon be the energy behind each tackle."
Pinkan nodded, eager to begin. She took a few steps forward and then threw herself at the nearest tree, her body a blur of pink fur. With a soft thud, she bumped into the tree's trunk, and then bounced back, her eyes wide with excitement. "I did it!" she exclaimed.
Guide chuckled. "Good," he said. "Now do it nine more times, with the same gentle spirit. Each successful tackle will bring you one step closer to truly understanding the move."
Pinkan took a deep breath and set off again, her tail wagging with determination. She approached each tree with care, her eyes gleaming with the joy of making new friends. One by one, she tackled the trees, her body lightly colliding with their sturdy trunks. Each time, she felt a gentle surge of energy, as if the trees were welcoming her into their embrace.
The first few tries were a bit clumsy, but she quickly found her rhythm. Her movements grew smoother, more graceful, and the trees seemed to lean slightly towards her, as if eager to feel her gentle touch. By the fifth tree, she was a pro, her body gliding through the air like a leaf on the wind before coming to rest against the bark with a playful thump.
"Very good," Guide's voice echoed in her mind. "You are learning the true essence of Tackle. It is not about power, but about connection."
Pinkan nodded, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. She tackled five more trees, each collision more gentle and loving than the last. When she had completed her tenth tackle, she felt a sudden jolt run through her body. She looked down at her paws and gasped - they glowed with a soft light, indicating she had officially learned the move.
Guide then produced a Pinkan Berry from his pocket and held it out to her. "Now, Pinkan," he instructed, "Take this berry, and I want you to give it to me five times. Each time you do so, think of the love and friendship you wish to share with others."
Pinkan took the berry tentatively in her paws, feeling its softness and warmth. She looked into Guide's eyes, her own brimming with hope. With a gentle toss, she offered the berry to him, her thoughts filled with the desire to connect and to share her kindness. Guide caught the berry, his gaze never leaving hers.
The second time she gave it to him, she imagined herself sharing this berry with a lonely Pokémon, bringing a smile to their face and filling their belly. The berry seemed to pulse in her paws, and she felt a warmth spread through her. Guide took the berry, his smile growing. "You're getting closer," he said.
The third time, she thought of her mom, who had always loved berries. The sadness of their parting weighed heavily on her, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the joy of sharing. This time, when the berry left her paws, it trailed a soft pink light, like a thread of love connecting them.
On the fourth toss, she envisioned herself bestowing the berry upon a tired traveler, offering them a moment of peace and sustenance. The light grew brighter, and she could feel the energy of the move within her. Guide's eyes lit up as he caught the glowing berry. "Almost there," he encouraged.
Finally, with the fifth toss, Pinkan felt something click into place within her. The berry left her paws in a burst of light, arcing through the air like a tiny comet. As Guide caught it, she could feel the bond of friendship and generosity form between them. The berry was now a symbol of her willingness to help others, regardless of the cost to herself.
Guide nodded solemnly. "You have learned Bestow, Pinkan," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Use it wisely, and you will touch the hearts of many."
Pinkan looked down at her now-empty paws, the light from the berry lingering for a moment before fading. She felt a profound sense of peace, knowing that she had been granted a powerful tool to spread love and kindness in a world that often seemed to lack it.
Guide sensed her readiness for the next lesson. "Now, Pinkan, it is time for you to understand the full extent of your abilities," he began, his eyes holding a hint of mystery. "As a reincarnated being, you have been granted an inventory system that is unlike any other in this world." He made a Projection of himself as a Adult Meowth and raised a paw to his forehead, tapping the gold koban that rested there. "This is how you access your inventory and skills."
Pinkan mimicked the gesture, feeling a tingle at her forehead. She focused her thoughts on her phone, and suddenly it appeared in her paw, glowing softly. Her eyes widened in amazement as she stared at the screen. "Wow," she mewed, her voice filled with wonder. "This is incredible!"
Guide nodded sagely.
"Indeed," he said. "This is a gift that comes with great responsibility. Use it wisely, and it will serve you well. But remember, in this world of Pokémon, your unique abilities must remain a secret. Let us continue your training, but first, let us rest here a while."
He gestured to a soft patch of grass under a large, shady tree. Pinkan plopped down gratefully, feeling the cool earth beneath her paws. She looked up at her dad, who sat opposite her, his eyes gleaming with the light of his own inner screen. "Ready when you are, Pinkan," he mewed.
Pinkan took a deep breath and tapped her gold koban with the pad of her thumb. Instantly, her own screen flickered to life in her mind's eye. She blinked in amazement at the array of options and numbers displayed before her, each detailing a different aspect of her being. Her List of Moves she learned so far, her experience, her Pokémon's status, even her inventory and the Pinkan Berries she had. It was all laid out in a neat, organized fashion that was somehow easy to understand.
"Can anyone else see this?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Guide chuckled.
"No, Pinkan," he said. "Only you can see your status screen. To others, it appears as if you are simply looking at your phone or lost in thought."
Her eyes lit up with excitement as she scrolled through the various options, her tail swishing back and forth.
"Oh wow, look at all these amazing products!" Pinkan exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed at the virtual marketplace. "So many things from different realities!"
Her heart sank as she checked her funds, though. The cold, hard truth stared back at her from the screen: she had no Pokémon Dollars to her name. Her dreams of buying all the fascinating items from different realities suddenly seemed unreachable.
"Don't worry, Pinkan," Guide said gently, noticing her crestfallen expression. "Money comes and goes, but the experiences and friends you make along the way are truly invaluable."
"Dang it! I really wanted to open my own Shop or be Popular in Social Media on the stuff I sell."
Guide nodded, understanding her excitement. "Patience, Pinkan. First, we must gather the resources needed to start your vendor shop. Your first task is to collect 25 wooden sticks. They are plentiful in the forests around here and will serve as the foundation for your shop."
Pinkan perked up at the challenge, her eyes lighting up with determination. "Alright, I can totally do that! Let's go!"
She set off into the forest, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds providing a soothing backdrop to their search. Pinkan's sharp hearing picked up the sound of a nearby Pidgey, and she couldn't help but chase after it playfully, her curiosity getting the better of her. Guide followed, his calm demeanor unchanged, knowing that the young Meowth would return to her task shortly.
After a short while, Pinkan had collected a few sticks, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the items she could sell and what type of popularity she wants to have. "Guide, can I sell Pokémon stuff, like accessories for them?"
Guide's expression grew serious. "Remember, Pinkan, we must tread lightly with your unique gifts. For now, let's focus on simple items that will appeal to both humans and Pokémon. Once you have your vendor shop, you can gradually introduce more of your products you make."
Pinkan nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. She focused on the task at hand, her tail flicking with excitement as she spotted a thick branch laden with sticks. She leaped gracefully, using her nimble paws to pluck the perfect 25 sticks. As she gathered them into her inventory, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
"Now, let's get to setting up my shop!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the serene forest.
Guide led her to a small, dusty clearing beside the main road that connected Pallet Town to Viridian City. The area was often frequented by trainers and tourists, making it a perfect spot for her vendor shop. With excitement bubbling in her chest, Pinkan laid out the 25 wooden sticks as instructed. She stepped back, watching as the sticks began to glow faintly with a soft, ethereal light.
The light grew brighter, and the sticks started to weave and twist together, forming a small, quaint wooden stand. The stand grew more intricate by the second, adding shelves and even a cash register that looked like it was made of gleaming silver coins. Pinkan's eyes grew wider with every passing moment, her tail swishing back and forth in excitement.
As the light faded, the vendor shop stood before her, complete with a charming pink canopy that matched her fur. The shelves were empty but she can imagine all types of stocked with various goods she can place there in the future from her imagination, all crafted from the sticks she had collected. There were Pokémon-themed stickers, adorable plushies that seemed to breathe with life to decorate her shop, and even a few glittering trinkets that she thought would catch the eyes of passersby.
Pinkan couldn't believe it. She had her own shop, and it was beautiful. She danced around it, her heart racing with joy, before turning to Guide with a hopeful expression. "What i just realized I don't have anything to sell..."
Guide chuckled, pulling out a handful of Pink Berries from his pocket. "Fear not, I have just the thing to get you started. I've made a batch of Pink Berry Lemonade for you. It's a refreshing beverage that combines the sweetness of berries with a hint of tartness. It's bound to be a hit, especially since it's something no one has ever seen before."
Pinkan's eyes lit up at the sight of the berries. "Pink Berry Lemonade? That sounds amazing! And it's mine to sell?"
Guide nodded. "Indeed, it is. But first you should open your own Social Media in your phone to show off your Pink Berry Lemonade. It's a new concept that no one else has, and we don't want anyone to take your idea. Plus, it's a great way to introduce yourself and your shop to the world."
Pinkan's eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled out her unbreakable enchanted phone and opened the social media app. She began setting up her profile, using her paws to type with surprising dexterity. She chose a profile picture that showcased her adorable blush and her signature move, Pay Day, with a flurry of coins flying around her. For her handle, she settled on 'Pinkan_Vendor', a name that she hoped would become a household staple in the world of Pokémon shopping.
Her first post was a photo of the Pink Berry Lemonade, a sparkling concoction of pink berries floating in a clear, lemon-hued liquid. The caption read, "Introducing Pinkan's Pink Berry Lemonade, a refreshing twist on a classic! 🍋💖🐱 Available exclusively at Pinkan's Vendor Shop, coming soon to the Pallet Town-Viridian City route! #PinkanVendor #PokémonCuisine." She tagged various local Pokémon and humans she had met on her journey, hoping the excitement would spread quickly.
As she posted, her mind raced with ideas for future products. But quickly shake it off and needs to focus on the current task she has.
Pinkan carefully picked up the box of Pink Berry Lemonade, her paws trembling slightly with excitement. The cans were cool to the touch, with her very own unique logo branded onto them. The logo featured a playful Meowth leaping over the words "Pinkan's Pink Berry Lemonade," with a swirl of berries and stars surrounding it. The cans were a vibrant pink that matched the berries themselves, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she placed each one on the wooden shelf.
Turning to Guide, she pointed to the hand-painted sign hanging outside her shop, "Does it say how much each Pink Berry Lemonade costs?"
Guide nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, it does. Five Pokémon Dollars for a small can, and ten for a large. Remember, it's all about supply and demand. If it's popular, you can always raise the price a little later, but start with a reasonable amount so you can build up your customer base."
Pinkan's heart fluttered with excitement as she thought about all the Pokémon and humans who would soon come to taste her special creation. She had never felt so independent and capable in her life.
Guide, now invisible to the outside world, whispered in her ear, "Remember, Pinkan, be kind and genuine to your customers. That's the key to a successful business."
Pinkan nodded vigorously, her eyes never leaving the approaching figures. The woman with black hair looked tired but determined, while the little boy with green hair played with his Bulbasaur, the Pokémon's vines swaying playfully in the evening breeze. As they grew closer, Pinkan could feel her tail swish with anticipation.
When they finally reached the clearing, the woman spotted Pinkan's vendor shop and her eyes widened in surprise. "Look, Timmy," she said, pointing at the pink canopy, "a new shop! And look at that adorable Meowth!"
Timmy's eyes lit up and he ran towards the shop, the Bulbasaur chasing after him. "Wow, a real live Meowth!" he exclaimed.
Pinkan took a deep breath and stepped out from behind her counter, her claws painted in glowing colors. "Welcome to Pinkan's Vendor Shop!" she called out in her sweet, melodic voice. "Would you like to try some Pink Berry Lemonade?"
Pinkan instantly realized that they don't understand what she is saying, it looks like she's just Meowing at them happily showing off her products.
The woman with black hair approached, her Caterpie scurrying along beside her. She looked curiously at the Pink Berry Lemonade display and then at Pinkan, tilting her head in question. The little boy, Timmy, was the first to speak up. "Mommy, look! The Meowth is pink!"
Pinkan, understanding the universal language of excitement, gestured to the cans with a flourish. She hoped her actions conveyed the message of her intent to share the delightful beverage with them.
The woman with black hair approached cautiously, her Caterpie clinging to her skirt. "What a peculiar Meowth," she murmured, eyeing Pinkan's stand. The curiosity in her voice was unmistakable.
Timmy, the little boy with green hair, was more straightforward. He pointed at the lemonade. "Mom, can we buy some? It looks so good!" His Bulbasaur nodded in agreement, its vines swaying eagerly.
Pinkan's heart swelled. She had no idea how to explain the price or serve the lemonade, but she knew she had to try. She reached for a small can with her glowing paws and offered it to Timmy. "Here you go!" she mewed, trying to keep her voice cheerful despite the nervousness bubbling within her.
The woman, still cautious, pulled out her Pokémon Dollars, holding them out to Pinkan. "How much?" she inquired, her voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Pinkan's eyes widened as she realized she had to communicate the price somehow. She paused for a moment, then point at the Bored in front of her Vendor stand that said $5.99 for a small can and $10.99 for a large can.
The woman nodded slowly, understanding dawned on her. "Ah, five dollars for the small one?" She held up the corresponding number of Pokémon Dollars.
Pinkan nodded eagerly, her tail swishing behind her. She took the money with her gentle glowing claws and placed the small can of Pink Berry Lemonade in Timmy's hand. "Thank you!" she mewed, trying to mimic the human custom of saying 'you're welcome'.
The little boy popped open the can with excitement, the sound of carbonated liquid fizzing out making Pinkan's ears perk up. He took a sip, his eyes widening. "It's so good!" he exclaimed, handing it to his mother for a taste.
The woman took a sip and her expression changed from skeptical to surprised delight. "This is amazing!" she said, turning to her Caterpie. "What do you think, little one?"
Caterpie waved its antennae in approval, and the woman bought two more cans for the road. Pinkan's heart fluttered with joy. Her first sale! It was a small victory, but it meant so much to her.
Guide's voice echoed in her head. "Remember, Pinkan, always be kind and genuine. That's what makes a good vendor." She nodded to herself, feeling a warm glow of pride.
As she waited for more customers, she decided to check her social media profile on her unbreakable enchanted phone. Her eyes widened in amazement as she saw that her post had received over one million likes. She scrolled through the comments, her heart fluttering with each new notification. People from all over the region were talking about her Pink Berry Lemonade and how adorable she is. noticing her unique appearance.
One comment, however, caught her eye. It was from a user named 'PurplePalateProfessor', who claimed to be a renowned taster of exotic Pokémon drinks. "Took a risk and tried the Pink Berry Lemonade from this adorable Pink Meowth," the post read. "Absolutely delicious! The sweetness of the berries and the tartness of the lemon are a perfect blend. 10/10 would recommend!"
Pinkan's eyes lit up like the glow of her claws. A review from a connoisseur like PurplePalateProfessor could mean big things for her little stand. She bobbed her head eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. More customers began to trickle in, drawn by the tantalizing aroma of her lemonade and the buzz of social media.
A young couple with a Charmander in tow approached next.
Pinkan," the woman called out, holding up her own phone with Pinkan's profile pulled up. "I heard about your amazing drink from PurplePalateProfessor! Can we try one?"
Pinkan's cheeks flushed a deeper pink.
Pinkan quickly pocketed her enchanted phone, not wanting to seem distracted by the sudden fame. She focused her attention on the young couple with a Charmander, who looked just as excited as Timmy had. "Of course!" she Meowd, gesturing to the cooler with her glowing claws. "Pink Berry Lemonade for you?"
The woman nodded, her eyes sparkling despite the language barrier "Yes, please," she said, handing over the Pokémon Dollars. Pinkan graciously took the payment and handed over two more cans of her delicious Pink Berry Lemonade. The couple cracked them open with excitement, the sound of the tabs popping echoing through the quiet street.
Pinkan watched as they took their first sips, their expressions mirroring Timmy's earlier delight. The Charmander looked up at them, its flaming tail wagging with excitement. The woman giggled, "Even our Charmander loves it!" They thanked her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The joy her simple creation brought to these strangers was worth more than any gold koban.
As the afternoon grew longer, the line grew steadier. Each new face brought a new set of gestures and smiles from Pinkan as she served her lemonade. With every can sold, the cooler grew emptier, and she knew she had to prepare for the inevitable closure. The thought of running out of her signature drink made her heart race. She hoped that the next customers would be her last, so she could retreat to the quiet of her tree without disappointing anyone.
The final trio of customers approached: an older gentleman with a wise-looking Pikachu, his granddaughter, and a young woman with a sleek Eevee. Pinkan's eyes grew wide with anticipation. She pointed to the nearly empty cooler and the price sign, her tail swishing nervously. The granddaughter, noticing Pinkan's gesture, read the prices aloud. "Wow, Pinkan's Pink Berry Lemonade is $5.99 for a small can and $10.99 for a large one!" she exclaimed.
The old man nodded thoughtfully, then pulled out a handful of Pokémon Dollars. "We'll take two of the large ones," he said with a smile. Pinkan's heart skipped a beat. She had enough for one more sale before closing up. She handed the cans over with a flourish, the ice cold metal leaving condensation on her furry palms. The woman with Eevee stepped forward, looking slightly disappointed. "I'm sorry, but we're all out," Pinkan mewed, trying to convey her apology without words. The woman sighed, but the child's enthusiasm didn't waver. "It's okay," she said, "we'll just come back tomorrow!"
The grandfather chuckled, handing over the money for the drinks. "This little one has quite the sweet tooth," he said, ruffling the girl's hair. "But I can see why this place is so popular." He took a sip of his own lemonade and nodded in approval. "It's delightful. You have a talent for this, young Pinkan."
Pinkan felt a warmth spread through her chest.
Her inability to speak human language was a barrier she had to overcome with gesture and body language. But she had learned that sometimes, actions could speak louder than meowing. As the young woman with the Eevee looked on with hopeful eyes, Pinkan searched through her inventory. Her nimble claws rummaged through the items until she found a small roll of stickers. On them was a cute cartoon image of herself with a winking eye and the words "Pinkan's Pink Berry Lemonade" in bold letters. She peeled one off and offered it to the girl with a hopeful look.
The girl's face lit up as she took the sticker. The shimmering holographic Pinkan logo sparkled in the sunlight, and she could see the joy it brought to the child's eyes. It was a simple gesture, but it was all Pinkan had to offer. She hoped it would be enough to convey her apology and gratitude for their understanding. The granddaughter giggled and stuck it on her water bottle, the Eevee tilting its head curiously at the sudden change in its trainer's mood.
With a final wave to her customers, Pinkan felt a pang of regret for not being able to serve them today. But she knew that tomorrow would be a new day, and she would be ready. As the group walked away.
Pinkan glanced around, ensuring no one else was approaching. She tapped her gold koban twice on her forehead, and with a soft pop, her vendor stand disappeared, the wooden sticks and empty cans vanishing into thin air as the stand was neatly packed away into her inventory. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, her body tired from the day's work.
Pulling out her phone from the pocket of her overalls, she posted a quick message to her social media profile. "Thank you all for the love and support today!" she typed with her nimble claws. "Pinkan's Pink Berry Lemonade stand is temporarily out of stock, but don't worry! We'll be back with more tomorrow! Stay tuned for updates!" She hit send, and the message was uploaded to the digital world, reaching her growing fan base. The screen flashed with a notification, informing her that she had gained more followers. She couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and joy.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hasn't eating anything all day, she grabbed 10 of the leftover Pinkan Berry and ate All of it.
Pinkan felt her energy return, and her spirits lifted. The forest path ahead looked peaceful, and she began to walk towards the invisible arrow, her green eyes darting from side to side, taking in the vibrant colors and rustling leaves. Guide's soothing voice echoed in her mind, giving her a sense of comfort and direction. He had already restocked her inventory with a fresh batch of Pinkan Berries, ensuring she could maintain her distinctive pink fur for all to see.
As she strolled deeper into the forest, the cool shade providing a respite from the sun, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up within her. "Guide, how much Pokémon Dollar do I have now?" she asked, her curiosity piqued as she thought about the future of her little business.
The sentient square screen flickered to life before her, displaying her current balance. She mewed in surprise as she saw the number had significantly increased since her first transaction with Timmy and his mother. "Wow, I can't believe it," she thought to herself, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement. "This is going to be so much fun!"
Guide chuckled, his digital voice warm and proud. "You're doing great, Pinkan. Remember, you have to save up if you want to be able to buy the more expensive stuff in the future. But for now, let's just enjoy the journey.
As she skipped merrily through the vibrant forest, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the whimsical beauty of the world around her. The trees, with their bulbous leaves and cartoonishly thick trunks, stretched up to the sky like a child's drawing come to life. The chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves formed a gentle symphony that soothed her anxious heart.
"Guide, isn't it just the most enchanting place you've ever seen?" she asked, her voice a soft, melodious purr. The sentient square screen that hovered by her side remained silent, but she could feel his warm, approving presence. It was a nice moment of peace in a world where she often felt overwhelmed by her own emotions.
Guide, her invisible companion and personal system, watched her with a gentle smile, his pixels rippling slightly as she danced among the dappled sunlight. He knew she was lost in her own little world, her claws tapping out an unheard rhythm against the mossy ground. Carefully, without alerting her, he activated the camera feature on her unbreakable enchanted phone and began snapping pictures. She was so utterly herself in these moments, and he cherished every memory they created together.
As she continued her leisurely stroll, the local Pokémon parents couldn't help but be charmed by the little creature's antics. They whispered among themselves, their own young ones watching with curiosity and amusement. Despite her unique appearance and her tendency to burst into spontaneous song, Pinkan emitted an aura of pure, unfiltered kindness that seemed to soothe even the most jaded souls. Most of the wild Pokémon gave her a wide berth, not wanting to disturb the delicate scene unfolding before them.
But then, the serenity was shattered by the deafening boom of a distant battle. Pinkan's ears perked up, her eyes narrowing with concern. The vibrations of the ground grew stronger, hinting at the approaching conflict. Without a second thought, she dashed in the direction of the noise, her curiosity piqued and her protective instincts kicking in.
The scene that met her eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. Two mighty Pokémon, a Charizard and a Garchomp, locked in fierce combat. The air was thick with the scent of burnt grass and the acrid stench of clashing auras. Pinkan felt a surge of panic rise within her chest. This was not a place for a young, untrained Pokémon to be. She scurried up a nearby tree, her heart racing as she watched the battle unfold from the safety of the branches.
The powerhouse duo unleashed a barrage of moves, each one more powerful than the last. Flames danced with earth, claws with teeth, and the ground trembled under their weight. Yet amidst the chaos, Jayde spotted a tiny figure emerging from the foliage. A newborn Meowth, its eyes wide with terror, stumbled into the clearing. Jayde's heart swelled with empathy. She knew what it was like to be afraid, to feel vulnerable. She couldn't stand by and watch this innocent life be snuffed out by the recklessness of others.
The battle grew more intense, the Pokémon's roars echoing through the forest. It was then that Jayde saw a Pink Baby Meowth, as she standing stoically amidst the tumult.
Pinkan was frozen in fear, her eyes reflecting the fiery dance of the Charizard's flames. Jayde felt a jolt of protectiveness; she had to act. She took a deep breath, focusing her energy. Her body glowed with a fiery determination.
Ben watched in awe as Jayde stepped into the fray, her aura enveloping her like a living shield. The ground shuddered as she approached, and the fighting Pokémon paused, sensing a new power in their midst.
Jayde's voice cut through the air, "Guys, let's cool it down. There's a baby here, and she shouldn't have to see this kind of fighting." The Charizard and Garchomp, both surprised by her sudden appearance, ceased their attacks, their eyes landed onto the Pink Meowth, both realized their mistakes with understanding.
The 2 Trainers , dumbfounded by Jayde's intervention, called back their Pokémon, the tension palpable. They looked at her, then at the trembling Baby Meowth on top of the tree.
"I apologize," one trainer murmured, bowing their head. "We got carried away."
Jayde nodded solemnly. "It's alright. It happens. Just remember, we're all in this world together. Let's make it a safer place for everyone." Both trainers nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. They looked at Pinkan, who was still trembling with fear but seemed to be calming down slightly.
Using her Aura, Jayde reached out and gently scooped the baby Meowth off the tree branch. The Pinkan's eyes grew wide with wonder as she felt the warm, protective energy surround her tiny body. Jayde brought her down to the ground, her hands glowing softly. The Pinkan looked up at her with a mix of awe and relief.
The two trainers and their Pokémon watched in amazement, the tension in the air dissipating as Jayde turned to them. "You guys should apologize," she said firmly, yet her tone was not accusatory. The Charizard and Garchomp bowed their heads, their trainers echoing their actions. "We're sorry, little one," one of them murmured, their voices filled with genuine regret.
With a nod from Jayde, the other trainer stepped forward and offered a gentle pat to the Pinkan. "We didn't mean to scare you," they said, their Garchomp looking on with a sheepish gaze. The baby Meowth's trembling slowed, and she chirped softly, seemingly understanding the intention behind the words. Jayde turned to the Pinkan, her eyes filled with kindness. "You should go now," she advised. "This isn't a safe place for you."
Pinkan nodded, her tail swishing behind her. She took a cautious step towards the forest, looking back at Jayde who smiled and gave her a thumbs up. The Pinkan took off, her tiny legs carrying her swiftly into the safety of the trees.
The trainers and their Pokémon watched her retreat, a silent understanding passing between them. They had learned a valuable lesson today. Jayde turned to them with a sigh, her aura fading. "Remember, battling might be part of our lives but not every creature enjoys this type of Sport, there's a time and place for everything. Let's go," she said, gesturing for them to follow her out of the clearing.
As they walked away, the forest began to heal around them, the grass unfurling and the burned leaves regenerating. The Pokémon chattered quietly among themselves, the energy of the battle dissipating. Jayde couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had used her power to stop a fight and protect an innocent life. It was moments like these that made her feel like she truly grateful she's born with Aura Abilities despite her unconventional upbringing.
As Pinkan ran in the Forest Fearfully, following the invisible Arrow against. She decided that she's far enough from the Pokémon Battle and is finally Safe.
"Pinkan, Are you okay?" A calm, digitized voice echoed in her mind, it's her System Guide.
Pinkan panted heavily, her pink fur ruffled by the wind and sweat. She nodded vigorously. "Yes, Dad," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I'm okay. That was scary."
Guide's digital eyes flickered with concern on the corner of her vision. "You know you don't have to participate in any Battles if you don't want to. Remember, your path is your own to choose."
Pinkan stopped in her tracks and looked at the glowing square that was Guide. "Thanks, Dad," she whispered, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease slightly. "I definitely don't want to join any Battle Sports. It's just not for me."
Guide nodded, his pixels seemingly emanating understanding. "Your choice is perfectly fine, Pinkan. Your happiness and well-being are what's most important. There are many ways to enjoy the Pokémon world without fighting."
Pinkan took a deep breath, her heart rate slowing down to a more normal pace. She looked around at the vibrant colors of the forest, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves. She realized how much she enjoyed the peace and tranquility here. "You're right, Dad," she murmured, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Let's find something fun to do instead!"
Guide's screen flickered with excitement. "Why don't you learn some new moves that suit your personality, Pinkan?" he suggested. "I've found two moves that I think you'll love: Celebrate and Happy Hour. They're not about fighting, but about Performance & Good Vibes!"
Pinkan's ears perked up at the mention of new moves. "Ooh, tell me more!" she exclaimed, her curiosity piqued.
Guide began to explain the moves in detail. "Celebrate is a move that lets you share in the joy of others," he said. "You can congratulate a Pokémon on their birthday, their victory, or any other special day. It's all about spreading happiness and cheer!"
Pinkan's eyes sparkled at the thought. "That sounds amazing!" she exclaimed. "But what about Happy Hour? What does that do?"
Guide chuckled. "Happy Hour is more of a passive skill," he clarified. "Whenever you use it, any prize money you receive after a performance or a successful task is doubled! It's perfect for someone who loves to sing and dance like you do, Pinkan."
Pinkan couldn't contain her excitement. She had always loved making people happy with her talents, and these moves seemed tailored just for her. "Okay, Dad, teach me!" she begged, eager to learn.
Guide nodded and the screen on his face grew brighter. He began to demonstrate the moves step by step. "For Celebrate, you must hold your paws up in the air and spin around, sending out a burst of confetti. This shows your genuine happiness for the Pokémon's or Human's special day."
Pinkan mimicked his actions, her little paws floating in the air as she spun around, a trail of imaginary confetti following her. She felt a warmth spread through her as she practiced, the joy of celebration resonating in her heart. "I think I've got it, Dad," she said, beaming.
Guide nodded his approval. "Now for Happy Hour," he instructed. "It's not a move to be used in battle, but rather a skill to activate before participating in a performance or contest. Imagine a spotlight shining down on you, and when you do, the energy around you shifts, making everyone feel good."
Pinkan closed her eyes, envisioning herself in the center of a stage, a bright light bathing her in warmth. She took a deep breath and raised her paws high, letting out a cheerful "Cheers!" The air around her tingled with excitement as if it were charged with positive vibes. When she opened her eyes, she could see a faint glow around her claws, which she knew was the sign that she had activated the skill.
"Awesome, Dad!" she exclaimed. "Now I can make people happier and earn more for it!" Guide chuckled at her reaction.
Pinkan's thoughts raced with ideas. She had always loved to perform and now she had the perfect moves to do so without the pressure of battling. "Dad can i also learn the moves Play Nice & Refresh?" she asked hopefully.
Guide's digital eyes lit up. "Of course, Pinkan!" he exclaimed. "Those are excellent choices. Play Nice is a move that can turn any adversary into a friend, and Refresh is a healing move that aligns with your peaceful nature. Let's start with Play Nice."
Pinkan nodded eagerly as Guide began to demonstrate the move. "You must approach your potential friend with open arms and a gentle purr, offering them a paw," he explained.
Pinkan followed his instructions, her heart fluttering with excitement. She stepped forward, her paws outstretched, and imagined herself surrounded by a soft, glowing light of friendship. "Pur-leease, be my friend," she practiced saying in her sweetest meow.
Guide watched her intently, making sure she had the move down. "Perfect, Pinkan," he said after a moment. "Know I want you to use that move onto into me." Guide transform his Digital form into a Projection of a Adult Meowth of himself.
Pinkan took a deep breath and approached him with her paws outstretched, purring gently. "Pur-leease, be my friend," she whispered. The glow around her paws grew brighter as she touched his projection. A warm sensation filled the air, and the projection of Guide began to smile.
"Good job!" Guide said, his digital voice filled with pride. "Now, let's move on to Refresh. This move will be vital for you when you're feeling drained or hurt. It's a gentle healing technique that matches your kind spirit."
Pinkan nodded, eager to learn. She watched as Guide demonstrated the move, his digital hands glowing softly. "You just need to touch the affected area with a gentle purr," he instructed. "Imagine the energy of friendship and love flowing from you into the injured Pokémon."
Pinkan focused, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she touched a small scrape on her arm, purring softly. The glow from her paws grew stronger, and she felt a soothing warmth spread through her. When she pulled away, the scrape was gone, leaving only a faint trace of where it once was. She looked up at Guide, her eyes wide with amazement. "Wow, Dad, I can really heal with this move!" she exclaimed.
Guide nodded, pleased with her progress. "Now let me explain what refresh does before I teach you how to use sing."
"Okay, Dad," Pinkan said, her curiosity piqued.
Guide's digital eyes grew serious. "Refresh is a move that can help you when you're feeling weak or hurt, but remember, it's not for battling. It's for when you're feeling down or sick. When you use Refresh, you're essentially giving yourself a gentle cleaning. It's like taking a nap in a field of soft grass after a long day."
Pinkan nodded, understanding the distinction. "But what about Sing?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "Can I really make others sleep with my voice?"
Guide's digital expression turned into a smile. "Sing is a beautiful move that you can use to entertain and soothe others," he said, his voice taking on a melodious tone. "It's not about controlling or defeating, but rather about comfort and peace. Imagine using your voice to serenade a tired Pokémon to sleep, or to calm a scared or anxious one."
Pinkan's eyes shone with excitement. "I want to learn that!" she mewed.
Guide transformed his projection into a digital soundboard. "Alright, listen closely," he instructed. A soft, calming melody played through the air, and Pinkan felt a sense of peace wash over her. "This is what you'll sound like when you sing the right notes," he said. "Practice this tune, and with time, you'll be able to perform it perfectly."
Pinkan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the melody fill her. She opened her mouth and mewed the notes, trying to match the pitch and tone of the digital guide. Her voice wavered at first, but with each repetition, it grew stronger and more stable. The forest around them grew quiet, the birds pausing their song to listen. After a few moments, she felt a strange sensation, as if her voice had a tangible presence that danced in the air.
"Good, good," Guide encouraged her. "Keep going."
The notes grew more complex, but Pinkan found herself lost in the rhythm. She could feel the power of the melody resonating within her, and she knew she was getting closer to mastering the move. The forest floor seemed to sway in time with her singing, and she felt a gentle breeze caress her fur as the trees leaned in, seemingly entranced by her voice.
As she practiced, Pinkan stumbled upon a wild Pokémon, a tiny Rattata, who had been nibbling on some berries. The Rattata looked up, its eyes heavy with sleep as the melody washed over it.
"Oh no, I'm sorry!" Pinkan exclaimed, immediately stopping her song. She didn't want to harm the little creature, only to help it. But as she watched, the Rattata's eyes grew heavy, and it curled up into a ball, fast asleep.
Guide's digital form chuckled. "It seems you have a natural talent for Sing, Pinkan. Your voice truly has a soothing effect."
Pinkan blushed, feeling a mix of pride and nervousness. She had never used her voice to affect others so strongly before. She approached the sleeping Rattata carefully and sang a gentle lullaby, watching as its breathing grew deep and even. "I just want to make sure it's okay," she murmured to Guide.
Guide nodded, his pixels swirling reassuringly. "Your intention is pure, Pinkan. The Sing move is about comfort, not battle. Keep that in mind as you practice and use it."
Pinkan nodded solemnly and continued her training, focusing on the soothing melodies that filled the forest. With each note, she could feel the power of her voice, the gentle sway of the trees and the calming of the wild Pokémon around them. She practiced Refresh on herself, feeling the warmth of the move wash over her and ease any tension or pain she had. It was a strange sensation, but one that filled her with a sense of peace.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple, Pinkan noticed the shadows lengthening. "Dad," she murmured, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "It's getting dark. Where should I sleep?"
Guide's projection flickered. "Why don't you use that hollow under the large oak tree over there?" he suggested, pointing with a digital paw. "It's safe and dry. I'll summon a temporary pillow and blanket for you."
Pinkan nodded, her curiosity overcoming her fear. She approached the tree, her eyes wide as she peered into the darkness of the hole. It looked cozy, and the thought of a soft pillow and warm blanket made her yawn. With a leap of faith, she crawled into the hollow, her paws dragging the imaginary comfort behind her.
Once nestled inside, Guide's screen flickered, and a soft pillow and blanket made of light appeared, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She snuggled into them, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle into her bones. "Dad," she whispered, her eyes heavy with sleep. "What about the Rattata? Will it be okay?"
Guide's digital voice was calm. "Don't worry, Pinkan. The effects of Sing will wear off naturally. I've left a few Oran Berries beside it. They're a good source of nutrition and will help it feel better when it wakes up."
Pinkan's eyes grew heavy with relief, and she let out a contented purr. "Thank you, Dad," she mumbled, her eyes slowly closing. "I'm so lucky to have you."
Guide's screen dimmed, his pixels fading into the darkness of the night. "And I'm lucky to have you too, Pinkan," he said softly. "Goodnight."
With that, Pinkan felt the weight of the day lift off her shoulders, and she drifted into a peaceful slumber. The forest around her was quiet, the only sounds the occasional hoot of an Hoothoot and the rustling of leaves. Inside the tree hollow, she felt safe, her mind swirling with dreams of friendship, performance, and the joy she would spread with her new products.
But the serenity was not to last. In the moonlit shadows, a Drowzee had caught a whiff of something delicious - a dream. Dreams were the favorite food of Drowzee, and they often sought them out from unsuspecting Pokémon to feast on. The Drowzee's eyes glowed red as it honed in on the sweet aroma, which was coming from Pinkan's slumbering form. It tiptoed closer, its mouth watering at the thought of the energy-rich dream it was about to devour.
Just as the Drowzee was about to pounce, a deep, authoritative voice echoed through the forest, sending a shiver down its spine. "If you eat my daughter's dream, I'll sucker punch you into the afterlife, bitch." The creature froze, its tiny heart racing in its chest. From behind the tree emerged an imposing figure - an Adult Meowth, its eyes glowing a fierce blue. Pinkan's Guide had transformed into a projection of her fatherly protector, his digital form taking on a new level of intensity.
The Drowzee's instincts took over, and it bolted away from the tree, the fear of a parent's wrath far more terrifying than any battle it had ever faced. It didn't dare look back, knowing that it had just encountered something much more powerful than any Pokémon it had encountered before. The forest once again grew silent, except for the distant sound of the fleeing Drowzee's squeaks.
Guide watched the Drowzee retreat before his projection faded back into the night, leaving Pinkan to sleep peacefully. He knew that the Drowzee would not return tonight. But he also knew that the Pokémon world was full of dangers, both seen and unseen. His job was to protect and guide Pinkan, even when she was lost in the world of dreams. With a silent nod to the sleeping Meowth, he returned to his digital form, vigilant and ready to ward off any other potential threats.