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Chapter no.6 Vs Team Rocket
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 17:00:53 +0000 UTCJessie leaned over the wicker basket of their hot air balloon, her magenta hair fluttering wildly in the night breeze. “Go a little to the right,” she directed, turning to her partners with a smirk.
James, his periwinkle hair framing his face, adjusted the controls beside Meowth, who looked up with anticipation, his wide eyes gleaming. As their balloon hovered directly over the Pokémon Center, Jessie checked their position and nodded.
“You two ready?”
Meowth grinned, and James paused to inhale the scent of his rose before pulling out a Pokéball. “Make your entrance, Koffing!”
Koffing emerged in a burst of light, his spherical form hovering as he grinned with a mouth full of pointed teeth. Wasting no time, he descended toward the Pokémon Center, expelling a thick, noxious gas that cloaked him like a smoggy veil.
With a shared look of triumph, Jessie, James, and Meowth prepared their own descent. “Let’s go,” Jessie said. They each grabbed a rope and leaped from the balloon, heading toward the chaos below.
An urgent alarm blared throughout the Pokémon Center. “Attention! Our Viridian City radar has detected a suspicious aircraft. If you have a Pokémon in your possession, exercise extreme caution.”
In the confusion, a young trainer managed to choke out, “What’s going on?”
Jessie’s mocking laughter cut through the smoky air. “We’ll answer your question, little girl.”
James nodded, and together, they recited their creed:
“To protect the world from devastation.”
“To unite all peoples within our nation.”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love.”
“To extend our reach to the stars above.”
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight!”
“Meowth, that’s right!” Meowth finished with a pose.
They grinned, basking in the shock of Nurse Joy and the trainers, only to be interrupted by a piercing fire alarm. Sprinklers embedded in the ceiling activated, drenching everyone and everything below. The water quickly combined with Koffing’s gas, creating heavy soot particles that sank to the floor, dissipating the toxic cloud.
Scowling, Jessie released her Ekans. The purple serpent hissed, its eyes glinting with menace.
“I-I didn’t do anything,” Nurse Joy stammered, visibly shaken.
“Why don’t you leave the beautiful nurse alone?” called a voice from the back of the room. Austin stood there, his voice lowered awkwardly as he tried to sound bold. Every head turned to the sight of a kid with a paper bag over his head, layered in three jackets and two pairs of pants—a strange, low-budget hero.
Austin dropped two fire extinguishers onto the floor with a loud thud, the room falling silent as everyone tried to figure out his purpose.
Meowth tilted his head. “And who’re you supposed to be, kid?”
“Bag Boy!”
James sniffed his rose with a raised eyebrow. “Kid, don’t play hero. You’ll only get hurt.”
Ignoring his own terror, Austin channeled his best Bane impression. “Oh, you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, and by then, it was blinding.”
Silence.
The room stared in confusion. Jessie looked annoyed, James bewildered, and Nurse Joy faintly supportive. But Austin spotted her slight nod—she’d realized he was stalling for time.
The sprinklers finally shut off. Austin seized his moment, grabbing a fire extinguisher and aiming it at Koffing. Thick foam burst forth, coating the gas Pokémon and smothering its smoky body.
“Ekans, get him!” Jessie shrieked as Koffing faltered.
Ekans lunged, and Austin’s heart leaped in fear. But before Ekans could strike, Pikachu darted forward, cheeks sparking. “Pika-CHUU!” He unleashed a Thundershock that arced through the damp room, striking Ekans and sending it convulsing across the floor.
Austin’s eyes widened, realization hitting him—his plan was working.
First, neutralize Koffing’s gas. In the show, the gas had caused the Pokémon Center explosion. No gas, no explosion. Second, create as much chaos as possible, disrupt Team Rocket, and he’d stand a chance. He wasn’t Ash Ketchum; he didn’t have plot armor to rely on.
Jessie gaped as Ekans lay twitching. She noticed Austin’s rubber gloves and boots, dawning realization on her face. “Poison Sting!” she ordered, but Ekans was too paralyzed to respond.
“Again,” Austin said, voice calm despite the pounding in his chest. Pikachu nodded, charging another Thundershock. The electricity struck Ekans, knocking it out cold.
“Now?!” James called, wide-eyed. Meowth nodded, rushing forward.
“Thundershock on Koffing?!” Austin shouted in panic. Pikachu gave a wary “Pika?” but complied, another burst of electricity slamming into Koffing just as it spewed smog. The force knocked Koffing back, straight into James, who staggered under the impact.
Then Austin felt a searing pain across his back—Meowth had clawed him, his makeshift armor doing little to protect him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.
“Crying won’t save ya,” Meowth sneered, leaping for another strike.
Austin reacted on instinct, opening a Pokéball. Spearow emerged in a flash, his angry squawk echoing through the room. Meowth backed off for a moment, then scoffed. “Birds are Meowth’s prey, capisce?”
Austin, struggling through the pain, muttered, “Let’s show them the true strength of a Great Spearow.”
Spearow’s eyes flared with determination. With a fierce cry, he launched at Meowth, his beak striking hard and sending the feline Pokémon tumbling.
“Thundershock,” Austin ordered, voice shaky. Pikachu’s cheeks sparked, and another surge of electricity coursed through Meowth, leaving him convulsing.
Jessie and James scrambled to grab Meowth, faces pale with defeat. “You haven’t seen the last of us, kid!” they shouted, retreating hastily as the room echoed with the sounds of their hasty exit.
Nurse Joy pressed her face against the window, curiosity overtaking her as she watched the debacle unfolding outside. James, in a frenzy, scrambled onto a bicycle, his movements clumsy and rushed. Jessie followed, leaping onto the back with the grace of a sack of potatoes hitting the ground.
“Pedal, James, pedal!” she shrieked, punctuating her words with sharp pats on James’s back, much like a jockey urging a reluctant racehorse.
Driven more by Jessie’s urgency than by the actual need for speed, James began pedaling with wild fervor. His legs moved in a blur as the bike wobbled dangerously, struggling under the mismatched weight and lack of coordination between the two.
Meanwhile, a paralyzed Meowth dangled limply from Jessie’s grip, like a ragdoll swinging haphazardly as they made their escape.
Nurse Joy turned, ready to thank the young man who had saved the center—only to find him gone. Nearby, a busted fire extinguisher lay on the floor, foam still gushing out, clearly left behind as a distraction.
“Isn’t this really supposed to be a kid-friendly anime?” Austin muttered, peeling off his outer layers. His t-shirt and one of his jackets were shredded across the back, three jagged slashes running through the fabric. He shuddered, realizing how close Meowth’s claws had come. The only reason he wasn’t bleeding out was the makeshift “armor” of clothes Delia had stuffed in his bag.
His hands trembled slightly as he inspected the ruined fabric. He’d jumped into this world thinking it would be just like the show—safe, colorful, where things always turned out okay. But it wasn’t like that, was it? These Pokémon had claws, teeth, and raw power, and they could hurt him. Badly. He forced the thought down, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn’t fall apart now.
The whole night had left him shaken, more than he wanted to admit. For the first time, the cheerful, kid-friendly image he’d had of this world felt like it was slipping, replaced by something darker, something real. He tried to shake it off, to push away the creeping disillusionment.
But as he sat there, glancing around the small room, he couldn’t help but feel trapped. Running wasn’t an option—not with Rattata still in the Pokémon Center recovering. And if he did, wouldn’t that just scream that he was the so-called “Bag Boy”? What was he supposed to do? Pretend to be asleep and hope Nurse Joy didn’t come looking for him?
As if on cue, a soft knock sounded at the door. Austin’s heart leapt into his throat, and he froze, glancing at Pikachu and Spearow. Both went still, sensing his tension.
“Bag Boy?” came Nurse Joy’s gentle voice from the other side.
Great, he thought, cringing. She figured it out fast. He stared at the door as if he could somehow will her away. Did she really have to use that name?
Taking a deep breath, he stood up and cracked the door open just enough to see her standing there, a small medical kit in her hands.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course,” Nurse Joy replied, her smile unwavering. “Mind if I come in? I brought a first-aid kit. Let me help you, for helping us.”
Austin hesitated, looking at her face, really looking. Worry and gratitude shone in her eyes. She didn’t seem angry or suspicious—just concerned.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little as he stepped back and opened the door wider. “Alright. But… don’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t want Team Rocket coming after me.”
Nurse Joy nodded, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind her. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she said, setting the kit on the table. She motioned for him to sit, and when he did, she carefully examined the red marks on his back.
Her hands were gentle and practiced, and he felt a strange warmth, despite the sting of antiseptic on his skin. He clenched his jaw, trying not to wince, but Nurse Joy caught his reaction and gave him a soft, understanding look.
“You did really well tonight,” she said quietly, focusing on his wounds. “It takes a lot of courage to stand up to people like that, especially when you don’t have much Pokémon battle experience.”
Austin tried to shrug, though it just made his shoulder throb. “Yeah, well… someone had to do something. I couldn’t just sit back and let them take all the Pokémon.”
Nurse Joy gave him a gentle smile as she wrapped a bandage. “You don’t have to pretend it didn’t scare you, you know. You did something really brave. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard.”
Austin looked down, his fingers twisting together in his lap. He hadn’t let himself think too hard about how scared he’d been. How close it had felt. He swallowed, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine.”
They sat in silence as Nurse Joy finished bandaging his scrapes, her hands gentle and practiced. When she was done, she took a moment to gather her supplies, pausing as if thinking something over. Then, with a small, thoughtful smile, she looked at him.
“One last thing,” she said softly. “Why did you help us?”
The question hung in the air, and Austin found himself at a loss for words. Why did I help? He knew the answer he’d told himself—because he knew what would happen if he didn’t, because he couldn’t just stand by and let his Pokémon, or anyone else’s, get taken. But it felt incomplete somehow, like there was something deeper he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Finally, he shrugged, looking down. “Do I… do I need a reason to help?”
Nurse Joy’s eyes softened, and she gave him a small, warm smile. “No,” she replied quietly, and there was an understanding in her gaze that made him feel she truly meant it.
Austin managed a faint smile in return, feeling a sense of relief he hadn’t expected. Just knowing that she didn’t need an explanation—didn’t need him to be anything more than he was—helped ease the weight in his chest.
Nurse Joy glanced at Pikachu, who had been sitting quietly by Austin’s side, watching him with concern. “Your Pokémon think a lot of you, you know,” she said gently. “Sometimes, being a hero isn’t about feeling brave. It’s just about showing up… even when it’s hard.”
Austin looked down at Pikachu, who gave him an encouraging “Pika!” Spearow, perched on the windowsill, looked away with an indifferent squawk.
“Yeah,” Austin murmured. “I guess I just… didn’t expect it to feel so real.”
Nurse Joy nodded, her expression softening. “It’s different when you’re in the middle of it, isn’t it? From the outside, it seems clear-cut. But in the moment… it’s messier. Harder.” She met his gaze, her eyes filled with gentle understanding. “But that’s also what makes it matter.”
Austin felt something settle inside him at her words, a quiet reassurance he couldn’t quite explain. “You think so?”
She smiled. “I do. Being scared just means you understand the risks. And you still did what you thought was right. That’s what matters.”
He swallowed, feeling a tightness in his throat. “I guess… I’ll just have to get used to being scared, huh?”
Nurse Joy chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Probably. But remember, you’re not alone. You’ve got a team now.” She glanced at Spearow, who ruffled his feathers and looked away, feigning disinterest. “Even if some of them are a little… prickly.”
Austin laughed, the tension in his chest finally starting to ease. “Yeah… I guess I do.”
As she finished packing up, Nurse Joy reached into her kit and pulled out a small glass bottle with a spray cap, the liquid inside shimmering a soft, vibrant blue. She held it out to him. “I know this isn’t much, but… this is a Max Potion. A thank-you for everything you did tonight.”
