The Vivillon Effect - An Adult Oriented Pokémon Story

Chapter 5 - Persistence

Chapter 5 - Persistence

Elduran's eyes fluttered open, revealing a large figure looming above, obscuring his entire view. Feigning sleep, Elduran cautiously opened his eyes wider, recognizing the figure as a Golurk engaged in some form of dialogue with Heracross. Striving to stay motionless, Elduran strained to comprehend Heracross's words but understood very little. One certainty emerged in Elduran's mind: Heracross did not perceive Golurk as a threat. He hoped that Vivillon was the one orchestrating the conversation. She was the sole Pokémon he could comprehend with the depth a human might grasp a Pokémon, or so he believed.

Gollurk might have been a ghost, but Elduran knew they were among the friendliest Pokémon around. These mechanical beings, shrouded in mystery as to their origin, functioned precisely like any other Pokémon. They could faint, learn moves, die, and fit into a Pokéball just like their organic counterparts, possessing the uncanny ability to convert into a digital form-or something akin to it. Though the specifics remained a mystery that Elduran had trouble buying into, surely someone must have deciphered this digital transformation. What was clear to all was that these Pokémon didn't turn into mere software, beyond the reach of hackers and immune to deletion. Yet, they could be transferred with digital devices, provided their digital form remained intact. To this day, no one had succeeded in duplicating or altering them when they existed in this state; it was a concept that baffled Elduran. Destroying their Pokéball merely resulted in their release. Anyone brazen enough to attack a Pokémon Storage Facility would unleash a veritable zoo, set free by the servers' destruction.

He had faith in Heracross, but more crucially, he trusted Vivillon. Therefore, he ceased feigning slumber and began to rise, mindful that Aisha still lay beside him in deep sleep. Rising with care, he nonetheless managed to gently nudge the Cyndaquil nestled by his foot. It seemed unbothered and rather attentive to the soft conversation between Heracross and Golurk, yet it perked up with enthusiasm upon seeing Elduran awake. It commenced trotting merrily in circles around Elduran's feet. Elduran took little notice, yet this time he skillfully avoided making contact with the lively creature. The cave was illuminated by daylight streaming through several openings, indicating it was daytime outside.He advanced toward Golurk and Heracross, noticing Vivillon engaged nearby as well. She was skillfully crafting an illustration with string shot on the cave wall, producing an impressive likeness of Golurk.

"Wow Viv, that looks pretty good," Elduran praised Vivillon.

"Viiii," Vivillon responded with a radiant beam.

"You're definitely getting better. So, what's the story with this Golurk? Don't give me that look-I know Golurk are harmless unless provoked, I don't distrust all Pokémon and you trust it won't harm me," Elduran continued.

"Heeera," Heracross chimed in.

"Sorry, Blue, I'm still not there with fully understanding you, but I can sense you trust it too," Elduran replied to Heracross.

Through Vivillon, Elduran discerned that Golurk acted as a guardian for the more vulnerable Pokémon residing within the volcano. At least, that was the impression he gathered, and he sensed its gratitude for their aid against the Cleavers. Surveying the area, Elduran noted the many lifeless Pokémon strewn about, innocent casualties of the clash between the ranger and the two Cleavers. Before withdrawing for the night, he absorbed much of the destruction, uncertain if Aisha had perceived it as well. She remained in a state of shock, and he worried for her well-being at the sight of the bodies and remnants lying around, though she might need to start becoming accustomed to such scenes. The Cyndaquil now dashed into the distance, and he pondered what might have disturbed it. He glanced at Aisha, knowing she wouldn't be waking any time soon. Checking his watch, he estimated he had slept for about six hours-one more than his usual five. He often mused that he might meet his end either at the hands of Pokémon or from a lack of sleep.

Among Aisha's Pokémon, only Togetic remained in slumber. Drawing upon its Psychic powers, Hatenna was skillfully lifting and arranging the Pokémon bodies against a wall where sunlight streamed through a break in the ceiling. Elduran regarded Aisha's Pokémon as remarkably intelligent. While Marill and Clefairy were aiding in the effort, they lacked Hatenna's capability to lift entire Pokémon, resulting in less efficiency. Marill was presently dragging what seemed to be the lower half of a Diglett-a grim spectacle.