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David stared at the Electric Seed resting on the table, its faint electric glow shimmering like it was taunting him. He rubbed his temples and sighed like he'd just been told his student loans had doubled.
"First, I watch you inhale a Light Ball worth hundreds of millions like it was a cheap snack," he groaned, glancing at Pikachu, who was still flopped on the table like he'd just survived a wrestling match. "And now...now you're gonna eat this too?"
Pikachu peeked up, blinking tiredly, his expression somewhere between please spare me and I regret every life decision.
But David, ever the responsible (and slightly petty) Trainer, wasn't about to let this slide. He fished into his backpack, rummaging through Poké Balls, half-eaten Oran Berries, and what he could only assume was a crumpled-up sandwich, until he finally pulled out a tiny leather-bound notebook. The cover read: Trainer's Financial Disaster Log.
He flipped it open, cleared his throat dramatically, and began scribbling. "April 24th. Sunny." He paused, tapping the pen against his chin for dramatic effect. "Pikachu devoured my best Light Ball. Estimated value: hundreds of millions. Now preparing to consume the Electric Seed. Combined value: close to a billion Alliance coins."
He looked over at Pikachu with a grin that would make a Meowth blush. "When you're done becoming a thunder god or whatever...I expect you to start pulling double shifts at the power plant."
Pikachu's eyes bulged so wide it was like he'd just been hit with a Thunderbolt. Work? Me?
"Pika...Pika?" he squeaked, pointing a shaky paw at the notebook. His cheeks sparked, tiny crackles popping off like microwave popcorn.
The system immediately chimed in with a series of updates:[Gained Negative Emotion Points +100 from Pikachu...][Gained Negative Emotion Points +200 from Pikachu...][Gained Negative Emotion Points +300 from Pikachu...]
Pikachu's face twisted in disbelief, cheeks sparking furiously. You can't be serious! I'm your partner, not your unpaid intern!
David simply raised an eyebrow and continued scribbling. "Note to self: Deduct cost of Light Ball from Pikachu's first paycheck. Also, consider overtime shifts." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe a night shift at the power plant too. Hey, you're electric; you'd be great at it!"
Pikachu leapt to his feet, cheeks sparking like he was about to light up the whole room. "Pika! Pikachu!!" he yelled, little paws flailing as if trying to slap some sense into David.
David glanced up, entirely unfazed. "What? You think these things grow on Berry Trees? That Light Ball alone costs more than my house!"
Pikachu just stared at him, disbelief etched across his face. Who in their right mind asks their Pokémon for rent money? He looked at the Electric Seed, then back at David, and promptly flopped back onto the table, all the fight drained out of him. He knew he wasn't winning this one.
David picked up the Electric Seed from the table, holding it up to the light like it was some kind of precious gem—and honestly, it kind of was. The thing didn't look like a seed at all. If anything, it resembled a polished crystal, perfectly transparent with jagged lines of golden lightning crackling inside. He tilted it in his hand, watching tiny sparks dance along its surface, giving his fingers a pleasant little tingle.
"Wow...," David murmured, eyebrows raised. "This thing's like Pikachu steroids."* He could already feel the low hum of static energy pricking his skin. The system's modifications had definitely taken it up a notch from the game version he remembered. Back then, Electric Seeds were...well, kind of trash. They only boosted defense during Electric Terrain, and barely anyone bothered with them. But this? This was like the Electric Seed's final evolution—something that could make Pikachu actually terrifying.
He smirked, glancing over at his sulking partner. "Hey, buddy. Look what I got here," David said, waving the Electric Seed like it was the last Oran Berry on Earth. "One more bite of this, and you're practically gonna be Zeus."
Pikachu, still sprawled out dramatically on the table, opened one eye and took a lazy glance at the Electric Seed. He sniffed, scrunched his nose, and then turned his head away with the sass of a teenager ignoring chores.
"Pika...chu," he huffed, crossing his tiny arms and facing the wall like he'd just been grounded.
David blinked. "Wait...what? You don't want it?" He walked around to face Pikachu, but the stubborn little electric mouse just turned his head the other way, nose still in the air.
"Oh, come on. You wanna be strong, right? The world's first Champion-level Pikachu! No more getting roasted by the neighborhood Meowth! And think of the power—you'll be zapping Electivires for fun!*" David shook the Electric Seed enticingly, but Pikachu didn't budge.
Pikachu just let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. Pika...pikachu!
The system cheerfully chimed in:[Gained Negative Emotion Points +100 from Pikachu...][Gained Negative Emotion Points +200 from Pikachu...]
David squinted, leaning in closer. "Alright, what's with the attitude?"
Pikachu turned around, glaring with the ferocity of a union worker protesting unpaid overtime. He jabbed his tiny paw toward the Electric Seed, then pointed accusingly at David's Trainer's Financial Disaster Log still lying open on the table.
David paused, looked down at the logbook, and stifled a laugh. "Wait, you're mad about the whole...power plant worker thing?"
Pikachu crossed his arms tighter, cheeks sparking furiously. Pika! Pika chu! he snapped, shaking his head. He pointed to his tiny chest with pride. I'm a battler, not a slave you can buy off with secret treasure!
David couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Pikachu sulking on the table, arms crossed and cheeks sparking faintly with annoyance. "Alright, alright, how about this?" David said, leaning in conspiratorially. "If you eat this Electric Seed, I promise I'll buy you that hat you wanted next time. The cool one with the little lightning bolt on it."*
Pikachu's ears perked up immediately, his eyes widening. "Pika??" He stared up at David, skeptical but undeniably curious. Was that...a promise? The thought of a new hat practically had him vibrating with excitement. He squinted, leaning forward, and peered at David like he was trying to spot fine print.
"What? You don't believe me?" David asked, smirking. "Come on, I'm practically the picture of integrity."*
Pikachu tilted his head, one ear flopping over as he considered it. Then, with an excited "Pika pika!" he nodded enthusiastically. Clearly, his love for fashion accessories overshadowed any remaining resentment.
David grinned triumphantly, placing the Electric Seed right into Pikachu's tiny paw. "There you go, bud. Just eat it. It's way smaller than that Light Ball, right? No big deal."*
Pikachu eyed it cautiously, sniffing at the prismatic crystal, which crackled with tiny sparks. He looked back at David, then down at the Electric Seed, and then, with a deep breath, popped it into his mouth.
To David's relief, Pikachu didn't seem to struggle nearly as much as he did with the Light Ball. The Electric Seed practically melted, releasing a series of sizzling sparks that raced up and down Pikachu's fur. His cheeks puffed out, and tiny bolts of electricity shot off in random directions, one narrowly missing David's hair.
"Whoa, okay, that's a little more intense than I expected," David said, taking a step back, hands up defensively. "No need to accidentally barbecue your best friend, alright?"
Pikachu was practically glowing now, sparks dancing along his body as if he'd just been plugged directly into a generator. His fur crackled and flared, and the two electric sacs on his cheeks were sparking like they were hosting a disco party.
"Pikachu?" Pikachu murmured, blinking as his body buzzed with raw energy. He looked down at his paws, stunned. He could feel it—like someone had plugged a lightning bolt straight into his soul. His muscles twitched, his eyes sparked, and his tail vibrated with electricity.
David's eyes went wide as the system panel materialized in front of him, chiming away like it was winning the jackpot at a casino:
[Ding! Congratulations to Pikachu for reaching Level 12.]
[Congratulations to Pikachu for reaching Level 13.]
[Pikachu learned a new skill: Electro Ball! (The faster the user, the stronger the move!)][Congratulations to Pikachu for reaching Level 14.][Pikachu acquired skill: Feint!][Congratulations to Pikachu for reaching Level 21—now at Expert Level!]
[Congratulations to Pikachu for reaching Level 31—now at Professional Level!]
David's jaw dropped as the notifications kept going, the system practically spamming his vision with updates. "What...what is this, a speedrun nuzcloak ?!" he gasped, watching Pikachu glow brighter with each passing second.
Pikachu, meanwhile, was absolutely buzzing. Literally. He was sparking so much, it was like he was having a permanent static shock episode.
His eyes were wide with disbelief as he looked down at his paws, tiny arcs of electricity jumping from one finger to another.
"Pika...chuuu?" he whispered, stunned.
David pulled up Pikachu's new stats, practically salivating at the numbers:
[Pikachu (Electric)]
Gender: ♂
Level:LV.38 (Professional Level)
Ability:Static (Contact may cause paralysis. Also great for ruining sweaters.)
Nature:Serious? (Still hates hats that aren't cool enough.)
Individual Values:
HP: 25
Attack: 31
Special Attack: 31
Defense: 31
Special Defense: 31
Speed: 31
Skills:Quick Attack, Thunderbolt, Thunder Shock, Iron Tail, Agility, Charm...
Held Item:None.
Potential:Champion Level.
Special Attributes:
Species Strength Increase:
HP (35)
Physical Attack (55 → 110)
Defense (40)
Special Attack (50 → 100)
Special Defense (50)
Speed (90 → 120)
Total:320 → 455
David's eyes practically turned into Pokedollars as he read the stats. "Dude...you're a monster now," he whispered, patting Pikachu on the head cautiously, half-expecting a shock.
Pikachu, still shimmering with electric energy, just blinked up at him with an expression of sheer disbelief.
"Forget running from old Ekans," David continued, grinning like a madman. "You could probably fry a Gyarados now...and maybe the lake it's swimming in."
Pikachu's cheeks sparked proudly, and he puffed out his chest, tiny paws on his hips. He squeaked confidently, sparks trailing off him like he was walking on a cloud of static.
"You know...you're actually kinda scary now," David chuckled. "I might have to start sleeping with rubber gloves."
Pikachu rolled his eyes, but his cheeks sparked just a little more. For once, he didn't mind David's teasing.