Pokemon Indigo League stories

Ash keeps fainting!

Imagine if Ash said that the way he does in Indigo/ Orange Islands. Bro just happily says, " Ash keeps faaaaaaaainting!"

Dun du dun tun dun!

Ash stood in the doorway of the observatory, rooted to the mat. What happened to the observatory?!

It looked like Gary had one of his Pokemon battles in there.

" Aaaaaaaaaaash?" A voice called. " Is that you?"

Ash didn't reply.

" Ash?"

A hand with a purple sleeve waved an arm in front of Ash. 

He didn't move.

" Ashy?"

When Ash didn't respond, the person furrowed their brow and touched Ash. 

He toppled over.

The person sighed. " Great."

Then he turned. " HEY GRANDPA?"

A guy wearing a red shirt under a white coat ran. " Yes, Gary?"

" Ash is... Frozen."

Professor Oak arrived at the scene in a hurry, his lab coat flapping behind him as he skidded to a stop next to his grandson. 

"What do you mean, frozen?" Oak asked, slightly out of breath.

Gary gestured at Ash, sprawled out like a knocked-over statue. "I mean, he's not moving, not talking—nothing. I touched him, and he just... toppled over."

Oak knelt beside Ash, waving his hand in front of his face. "Ash? Ash, can you hear me?"

There was no response. Ash's eyes were wide open, staring blankly into the distance, almost as if he were stuck in a trance. Oak sighed and rubbed his temples.

"This must be a stress reaction," Oak concluded. "What exactly did you say to him, Gary?"

Gary crossed his arms, frowning. "I didn't say anything. He just walked in, saw the observatory, and—well, he froze."

Professor Oak finally took a moment to look around the observatory. Papers were scattered everywhere, chairs were overturned, and various gadgets were strewn about as if a tornado had blown through. It did indeed look like Gary had been doing some "aggressive" training or battling with one of his Pokémon.

"Gary," Oak said slowly, "what did you do to my observatory?"

Gary shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "I was just doing some experiments with Electivire. You know, testing electric currents on different frequencies. Then it got a little out of hand..."

"A little?" Oak raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the wreckage.

"I'll clean it up, don't worry," Gary muttered. "But can we deal with Ash first?"

Oak sighed and nodded. "Right, right." He stood up and pulled out his phone. "I'll call Nurse Joy. Maybe she'll have some idea on how to snap him out of this."

While Oak dialed, Gary knelt beside Ash again, poking him in the cheek. "Hey, Ashy-boy. Come on, wake up."

No response. Ash remained stiff as a board.

Gary groaned and waved a hand in front of Ash's face again. "Pikachu, help me out here."

Pikachu, who had been standing nearby looking concerned, jumped up onto Ash's chest. "Pika, pika!"

It nudged Ash's face with its nose, but Ash remained unresponsive. Pikachu's cheeks sparked, and before Gary could react, it gave Ash a small jolt of electricity. Not enough to hurt him—just enough to wake him up. At least, that was the plan.