Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

Wisty and Professor Amaranth

" Welcome back Chasers." Professor Amaranth said, apologetic. " I'm sorry for calling you on such a short notice. But I just found an Eevee that could be Mew!*

" THAT EEVEE IS NOT MEW!" a voice from the closet yelled.

Gary furrowed his brows. " Who's that?"

Quillon sighed. " A dangerous eight year old girl."

Gary got a sickening feeling. " Is she a raven haired girl with brown eyes and a bunch of Pokemon and a Togepi strapped to her back and a shape shifting Eevee?*

Amaranth blinked. " How did y-"

Gary grabbed the closet handle and opened it.

And our came and outraged Wisty.

With outraged Pokemon.

And a scared Eevee.

Wisty looked at Amaranth. " Oh you've done it! Guys, strongest moves! Kill him!$

" Woah woah woah woah woah woah Wisty calm down!" Gary yelped.

Wisty ignored. She marched to the cage holding Eevee and cracked it open.

" This is MY Eevee." Wisty said sharply. " Everyone, please return to your Poke balls and let me handle him. Gary, where is the kitchen?"

Gary blinked. " The.... Kitchen?*

Goh and Horace and Danika and Quillon watched.

" It's.... That way." Danika said. " But.... Why do you-"

Wisty had vanished.

Goh furrowed his brows. * Wait.... A kitchen has a knife....".

Horace gasped. " She's gonna get a KNIFE?!"

The tension in the room spiked as Wisty disappeared down the hallway, her footsteps echoing ominously. Gary groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why is it always her?"

Professor Amaranth paled, clutching the edge of the desk. "Wait, what do you mean 'knife'? Surely, she's not actually-"

"She is," Gary interrupted. "You have no idea what you've just unleashed. That girl does not mess around when it comes to her Pokémon."

Goh exchanged a nervous glance with Horace. "Should we... stop her?"

Quillon, leaning against the wall with a resigned expression, shook his head. "Stopping her would probably make things worse. Trust me."

Before anyone could decide on a course of action, the sound of cabinets slamming and drawers opening echoed through the halls. Danika winced. "Okay, yeah, she's definitely looking for a knife."

"Wisty, put it down!" Gary yelled, jogging toward the kitchen.

When he arrived, he found Wisty holding a gleaming kitchen knife, her face set in determination. Togepi peeked over her shoulder with a curious "Toge?" as Eevee quivered in her arms.

"Wisty, you cannot just stab a professor!" Gary exclaimed, throwing up his hands.

Wisty glared at him. "He put Eevee in a cage, Gary! A cage! Like some... like some experiment! I told Project Mew that Eevee wasn't Mew, but do they listen? No!"

"I get it," Gary said, his voice calming slightly. "Look, I know you're upset, and you're right to be, but we can handle this without violence. Just... put the knife down."

Wisty hesitated, her grip on the knife loosening slightly. Eevee whimpered, nuzzling her chest, which seemed to deflate her rage a bit. "Fine," she muttered, tossing the knife onto the counter. "But I'm not letting him get away with this."