Pokemon Indigo League stories

Poisoned by Love :O

" BROCK BROCK BROCK BROCK BROCK!" Misty yelled as she burst into the Pokemon center and collided with the wall.

Brock turned. " Misty?!" He exclaimed as he ran to her side and helped her up. " What happened?!"

" Ash's been poisoned by a love Pokemon! He's going crazy!" Misty shook him.

" Uh..... who's he going crazy on?"

" Pikachu! He's already wearing a dress... and lipstick... and...and...and-"

Brock's eyes widened in disbelief. "A dress? Lipstick? What are you talking about?" He quickly helped Misty to her feet, his mind racing.

"Team Rocket was trying to capture Pikachu, and Ash thought it would be a good idea to dress him up to hide him!" Misty exclaimed, her voice a mix of urgency and exasperation. "But now Ash is acting completely out of control! You need to help him!"

Brock rubbed his temples, trying to process everything. "Okay, let's not panic. Where is he?"

Misty pointed toward the back room of the Pokémon Center. "He ran in there, but he won't come out! He keeps shouting about how Pikachu is the best princess ever!"

Brock sighed. "Why does he always have to make things so complicated? Let's go."

The two rushed towards the door, and Brock pushed it open cautiously. Inside, they found Ash spinning in circles, his arms flailing dramatically as he gestured to Pikachu, who was indeed wearing a sparkly pink dress and a smudge of lipstick on his cheeks.

"Ash!" Brock called, trying to get his friend's attention. "What are you doing?"

Ash paused mid-twirl and looked at Brock with wide eyes. "Brock! Can't you see? Pikachu is the most beautiful princess in the whole world!" He then spun back to Pikachu, who was looking both bewildered and slightly embarrassed.

"Pika?" Pikachu squeaked, tilting his head in confusion.

Misty stepped forward, trying to reason with him. "Ash, you need to calm down. This isn't like you!"

"But he's so cute!" Ash protested, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I just wanted to make sure he looked his best!"

Brock pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know dressing him up like that won't help, right? You're not making any sense!"

"I don't care!" Ash shouted, ignoring Brock. "Pikachu deserves to shine like the star he is! Right, buddy?"

Pikachu looked up at Ash, then glanced at Misty and Brock, unsure what to do.

Misty took a deep breath. "Ash, listen to us. You've been poisoned, and we need to get you back to normal. You can't keep acting like this."

Ash shook his head vehemently. "No! I can't go back! We need to have a royal ball for Pikachu!"

Brock stepped closer, his expression serious. "Alright, Ash. If we promise to throw a royal ball for Pikachu later, will you come out of the dress-up phase and let us help you?"

Ash hesitated, looking torn between his excitement and the concern he could see on his friends' faces. "But... what if Pikachu doesn't want to be a princess anymore?"

Misty knelt down beside Pikachu. "Hey, what do you think? Do you want to keep wearing the dress?"

Pikachu's cheeks sparked slightly, and he shook his head, looking somewhat relieved. "Pika-pika!"

"See?" Brock said, putting a reassuring hand on Ash's shoulder. "Pikachu would rather be his usual self. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can figure out how to celebrate him in a different way."