Chapter no.4 Enter Misty Waterflower

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Austin sprinted, arms flailing wildly, trying to stay ahead of the relentless flock of Spearow. Panic clawed at his mind, each step a painful reminder of his choices.

Regret! Major regret! His thoughts raced in sync with his legs, heart pounding as hard as his feet hitting the ground.

A sudden, sharp pain exploded at the back of his head, and he stumbled as one of the Spearow slammed into him, sending a jolt of adrenaline through his veins. The pain was nothing compared to the fear—the absolute terror of knowing these things weren't going to stop. He pushed himself harder, lungs burning, legs feeling like they were about to give out. "Pikachu, get in your Pokéball!" he gasped, barely able to get the words out, his voice strained with desperation.

"Pi?!" Pikachu glanced up at him, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and defiance, still running alongside him.

"Listen to me," he begged, trying to shield his head from the next attack by awkwardly adjusting his backpack. "I'm not going to let you get hurt!" The thought of Pikachu taking a hit from those crazed birds made his stomach churn.

But then a darker thought crossed his mind, hitting him harder than the Spearow had. Was this my fault? Did catching that lone Spearow trigger the rest of them? Or was Ash destined to be chased down like this no matter what? What if no matter what I do, this is how it always goes?

Before he could untangle the mess in his head, Pikachu suddenly wasn't at his side anymore.

"Pika—!" he heard Pikachu's defiant cry, and his heart sank.

He whipped around, eyes widening as he saw Pikachu—standing his ground, ready to take on the entire flock by himself.

"No, Pikachu!" Austin shouted, fumbling with Pikachu's Pokéball, his hands shaking as he aimed it at him. The red beam shot out just in time, recalling Pikachu before he could do something reckless. As Pikachu vanished into the safety of the ball, several of the Spearow dropped from the air, momentarily stunned by the electric discharge.

But the relief was short-lived. The rest of the flock was still coming—fast.

Austin stood there, panting, his whole body trembling. He had maybe a second or two to catch his breath, but that was it. They were closing in, and he had no plan.

Misty. Misty should be nearby, he thought, clutching Pikachu's Pokéball like it was a lifeline. I need to find her. I need help.

But the pounding of wings behind him snapped him back to the present. There was no time to think. No time to strategize. Just run. Run and hope to Arceus he could get out of this alive.

With one last deep breath, he bolted.

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Misty Waterflower didn't consider herself a patient girl. Never had been. In fact, she was pretty much the opposite—more of a firecracker. Kinda ironic, given her dream of becoming a water-type Pokémon specialist. Water was supposed to be calm, cool, flowing. But her? She was more like the stormy sea—unpredictable and restless.

The sun warmed her face as she pedaled through the grasslands, the breeze teasing her hair in a way that was almost calming. Pidgeys darted overhead, and unseen critters rustled in the tall grass, but none of that really held her attention. She had other things on her mind.

She pulled up beside a river and checked her Pokétch, its dot-matrix screen blinking as it confirmed her location. This was the spot. Out here in the wide-open Kanto region, she was on her own quest—proving herself worthy of taking over the Cerulean Gym.

Of course, League missions kept getting in the way. Today's task? Deal with some annoying Spearow. Necessary? Sure. Annoying? Absolutely.

Misty sighed, muttering under her breath, "I'll deal with those pesky flying types later." Right now, she had something better in mind. Fishing. Adding a new water-type to her team sounded like a much better use of her time.

She reached for her fishing rod, her mood brightening at the thought of snagging a new catch, but just as she was about to cast her line, she heard a distant squawk. It was deep, loud, and definitely not the peaceful sound of a nearby river. She turned, eyes narrowing, and that's when she saw him.

A boy. Sprinting toward her like his life depended on it, his backpack thrown haphazardly over his head for protection while he clutched a violently shaking Pokéball in his hands. She blinked, staring in disbelief as he ran, panic written all over his face. He was in trouble, that much was obvious. But then their eyes met, and there was something in his gaze—recognition. Like he knew her. What the hell? She'd never seen this guy before in her life, yet he looked at her like she was some long-lost friend. Or maybe a lifeline.

Before she could even process it, he shouted, "I have an electric type! Can you release your water type?!"

Wait, what?

Misty blinked, confused, but instinct kicked in. She didn't have time to ask questions. Her hand flew to her Pokéball, and with a swift motion, she released Starmie. Her trusted partner appeared, its red jewel core gleaming, spinning in readiness for battle. Starmie and Misty were always in sync—no words needed.

The boy stumbled to her side, gasping for breath. He released his Pikachu, who looked absolutely furious. The situation was bad. She could tell from the swarm of Spearow in the distance, diving like little demons. This wasn't just a few peckish birds; this was an all-out attack.

"Wide Water Pulse!" she commanded. Starmie spun in the air, sending out a massive spray of water. The Spearow, mid-flight, were drenched, their wings suddenly too heavy to stay airborne. As they plummeted to the ground, squawking in confusion, she couldn't help the rush of adrenaline that surged through her. Gotcha.

"Now, Pikachu!" the boy shouted, his voice hoarse but determined.

Pikachu didn't need to be told twice. With a fierce spark, it unleashed a Thundershock on the soaked Spearow, and Misty watched as the entire flock was incapacitated in seconds. The battle was over before she even had time to really take it in.

For a moment, everything was still. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rush of the fight still buzzing in her veins. Then she turned to look at the boy and his Pikachu, expecting some sort of triumphant reunion.

Instead, Pikachu was glaring at him, growling low. There was no happiness, no pride. Just… anger.

The boy sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Hey! Don't give me that look. I returned you to your Pokéball for your safety."

Pikachu huffed, turning away, clearly not having any of it. Misty raised an eyebrow, watching the exchange, her curiosity piqued. What's their deal?

And then the boy muttered under his breath, "Fat rat."

Oh no. Misty winced before she even saw Pikachu's reaction. The sparks on its cheeks flared to life, little lightning bolts snapping in the air like it was ready to fry him on the spot. Typical electric type—short fuse, especially when insulted.

This was about to go from bad to worse.

"Excuse me," she cut in, trying to defuse the situation before Pikachu decided to roast him alive. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The boy turned to her, looking half-defeated, half-relieved that she was distracting him from Pikachu's fury.

Austin finished recounting the whole ordeal to Misty, who nodded along, her eyes drifting down to the device on her wrist. She started dialing a number as he trailed off, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sleek little gadget.

"This is a Pokétch," she said, her voice carrying a hint of pride, clearly eager to show it off.

He smirked a little. "Isn't that from Sinnoh?"

Her face fell just a bit, and he realized he'd taken the wind out of her sails. "Yeah, that's why it's so expensive. It's imported from Sinnoh," she muttered, her enthusiasm deflating as the call started to ring.

He cringed internally. Nice going, Austin. Way to kill her vibe.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling the league to send a relocation team here," Misty explained, giving him a sideways glance. He must've looked confused because she added, "They'll make sure these Spearow are released into habitats where they won't be a danger to Pokémon or people."

"Oh. Right." Austin nodded slowly, letting the information sink in. He hadn't even thought about what would happen to the flock of angry Spearow they'd just barely escaped from. He guessed someone had to deal with them.

Silence settled between them, awkward and heavy. Austin could hear the distant calls of wild Pokémon, the soft rustle of wind through the trees, but it didn't help the tension hanging in the air.

Is this how Ash felt? Just awkward and unsure around people like this? Or is this all me?

"Is there something else I can help you with?"

"Yeah, actually. What's the direction to Viridian City?"

"Move straight down this path," she said, pointing ahead. Austin followed her gesture.

"Thanks for saving me and Pikachu," he added, feeling a little weird saying it. Gratitude wasn't something that rolled off the tongue easily, especially with how frazzled he was. He glanced at Pikachu, who seemed to be more interested in whatever was rustling in the bushes than the conversation. "You ready to go?"

"Pika," Pikachu replied, his tone flat but willing.

Austin grinned, feeling a bit of relief. Maybe things were finally starting to fall into place.

As he walked past Misty's bike, the thought hit him like a ton of bricks. I didn't barbecue her bike. The realization made him snort. In the show, Ash fries her bike with Pikachu's lightning, and that's what kicks off their whole adventure together. But here? The bike was completely intact. Misty didn't seem like she'd be tagging along with him anytime soon.

Well, I guess I'm on my own for now. No Misty. No bike drama. Just him, Pikachu, and this weird new reality he'd somehow stumbled into.

He kept walking, but he could still feel Misty's presence behind him, like an echo of something that should've been. This world was so familiar, yet so different. Every step he took, it felt like he was rewriting Ash's journey into something entirely his own.

And he had no idea what that meant for him.

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Ho-Oh soared gracefully through the skies. Its feathers shimmered in a breathtaking array of colors; the predominant gold and red hues of its body gleamed under the sunlight, complemented by the vibrant yellow of its tail-feathers and the stark white of its underside. At the tips of its wings, green feathers added a touch of contrast, while a green stripe adorned its neck, enhancing its regal appearance.

The legendary Pokémon's eyes, encircled by black rings, were piercing red, reflecting a wise and ancient soul. Atop its head, a feathered, yellow crest waved like a flag as it flew.

As it flew, Ho-Oh glanced downward, its gaze falling on a human and a Pikachu watching in awe from the ground below. In that moment, a thought crossed its mind: Something has happened to your chosen, Arceus. Is this according to your will?

"Ho-Oh," Austin whispered, the name slipping from his lips like a secret carried on the breeze. Pikachu's ears twitched, and he looked up at Austin, his round eyes wide with surprise. The memory hit him like a wave—Ash saw Ho-Oh in the first episode—but still, seeing it with his own eyes, this giant mythical bird soaring through the sky, felt like something out of a dream. The colors, the radiance—it was unreal, all of it.

"So, Pikachu," Austin continued, tearing his gaze away from the sky and back to him. "A deal is a deal. Do you want to continue with me or go your own way?" The words hung in the air, heavier than he'd intended. He could feel the weight of them in his chest.

Pikachu's eyes widened, and he looked at Austin like he'd grown a second head. "Pika Pi?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm not going to force you to stay if you don't want to," Austin said, his voice quiet. The coolness of the forest around them seeped into his bones, the day slowly giving way to dusk. He was exhausted—every step felt like he was wading through water, but there was a strange peace here, a sense of calm that he hadn't felt since waking up in this world.

Pikachu's gaze didn't waver. "Pika," he said firmly, not moving from his spot on Austin's shoulder.

Austin blinked, surprised. "So, you're going to stay?" he asked, a hopeful edge creeping into his voice. Pikachu nodded, his little face resolute. A smile tugged at the corners of Austin's lips, and despite the exhaustion, he felt a warmth spread through his chest.

"Well, alright then," he said softly. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental.