Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - Gates to The Paradise

Dunsparce's misfortune

Frightening away all the cold darkness of the night, the orange lights of the morning dawn illuminated the lands of the pokemon world once again. Many of the early birds were already on the move, making their way to work, finding food, or just enjoying the moments of peace.

The sun slowly rose even further, making it over the arid hills of a familiar desertic area and through the windows of a peculiar little house. Bright, warm rays of orange energy disturbed the sleep of a yellow rodent curdled up on his spikey yet comfortable hay bed, slowly gaining consciousness after a good night's sleep.

Hardening his face, the warm feeling of the invading rays hitting against his fur was finally kicking in. The chants of starlys and the sounds of running water made it to his ears as he could smell the morning breeze and taste the dryness of his mouth.

His eyes opened slowly to blurred out sight and a sore and heavy feeling. Using his right arm to push himself off the bed and into a sitting position, he rubbed his left eye as they adjusted to the new light of the day. His vision slowly cleared up, shaping the brown color of the wooden walls and furniture. Eyes widening, he scanned the area slowly. His eyelid muscles relaxed as he saw Snivy and remembered past events.

"To say I would forget about my new house so quickly, hehe, " He whispered, getting up completely and stretching himself slightly. Being idle for a whole day sure got me up early, but it also did the trick! Pika jumped twice, feeling how his entire body was getting filled with energy. Failing to contain all his excitement, Pika ran outside, a wide grin forming on his muzzle. "PIKA IS BACK FOR A BRAND NEW DAY!" Making it clear for the whole world, he stood down on his fours. Energy overflowing his body, he leaped towards the left, running as fast as he could, the morning wind stroking his fur and refreshing his body as he rapidly looped around the house.

"*Yawn* What's all that noise?" Lightly stretching his arm muscles, Snivy showed himself strolling out of the house. Dead-stopping on his tracks, he blinked as Pika passed one... two... three times. "What exactly are you doing, Pika?" Snivy raised an eyebrow and kept watching as the yellow mouse ran around non-stop. Snivy tapped his foot lightly and crossed his arms as the mouse didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Sighing and shaking his head slightly, the green snake walked forward, turned towards the right, and raised a paw.

"Hey, what's- SNIVY!!" Pika dug his digits onto the orange dirt, stopping his momentum but causing his body to roll forward violently. He twirled for a few meters before coming to a stop right in front of Snivy. Face kissing the ground and expression showing dizziness. Snivy sighed once again.

"Pika, you should really think about relaxing from time to time... " Using his vine whip, Snivy pulled the pikachu up and helped him stand.

"O-one minior... t-two miniors... " Pika stumbled around, pointing towards absolutely nothing. It took some time for the rodent to regain his composure, shaking his head as he steadied his balance. Taking a glance upwards, he met up with the considerably familiar irritated, yet amused, expression of a specific green friend. "Morning, Snivy! Guess what?! My body feels brand new!" Widely grinning, the pikachu jumped up a few times, showing just how energized and ready he was. Forming a smile, Snivy stood there watching as he went up and down.

"That's great, Pika, but surely you don't want to over-exhaust yourself once again. I mean, what would Emolga say?" His smile quickly changed into a cunning grin, witnessing how the yellow mouse suddenly stopped his actions.

Tilting his head towards the side, he spoke up, "Emolga?" Puzzled by the question. Snivy's grin fell.

"Yes? Emolga. The Pokemon you saved and wanted to become friends with so badly. Don't tell me you don't remember her!" The green snake's eyes grew wide, letting both of his arms drop to his sides. Pika's ears perked up, quickly straightening his face, showing agitation, and shaking his paws in front of him defensively.