Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

Wisty and Professor Amaranth

Professor Amaranth paled. "A knife?!"

Gary groaned, already running after Wisty. "Not again! Someone stop her before she does something crazy!"

Goh and Horace exchanged glances before sprinting after Gary. Danika and Quillon stayed behind, watching the chaotic scene unfold, their expressions a mixture of amusement and exasperation. 

"Should we... help?" Danika asked. 

Quillon shrugged. "She’s eight. How bad could it get?" 

"Very bad," Gary yelled from down the hallway. 

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Wisty stormed into the kitchen, her Togepi chirping innocently from its harness on her back. Eevee trotted nervously behind her, shifting its shape briefly into a Flareon before returning to its base form. Wisty pulled open a drawer and began rummaging. 

"Where are the steak knives?" she muttered. "If you think you’re putting my Eevee in a cage again, Amaranth, you’ve got another thing coming!" 

Gary slid into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a stool in his hurry. "Wisty, *stop*! You’re not going to hurt anyone!" 

She whipped around, a butter knife in hand, her eyes blazing. "This is a rescue mission, Gary! That man put Eevee in a cage and tried to call her Mew. *Mew*! Eevee doesn’t deserve that kind of slander!" 

Gary sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay, look. I get it. But you can’t just threaten a professor with cutlery!" 

Goh and Horace arrived, panting, as Togepi peeked over Wisty’s shoulder and chirped, "Toge?" 

"Wisty," Goh said cautiously, "what’s the plan here? You’ve got Eevee, right? Why don’t we just... leave?" 

Wisty huffed, slamming the drawer shut. "Because this isn’t just about *my* Eevee. It’s about all the Pokémon that might end up in cages because someone like him thinks they’re something they’re not. I won’t stand for it!" 

"Okay, valid point," Horace said, inching toward her. "But maybe put down the knife? Butter knives aren’t exactly... intimidating." 

"Not the point!" Wisty snapped, setting the knife on the counter. She scooped up Eevee, cradling it protectively. "This is my family. Nobody gets to hurt them." 

Gary approached her slowly, hands up in surrender. "Wisty, we’re all on your side here. Let’s just go talk to Amaranth. No knives, no yelling, just... talking. Okay?" 

Wisty narrowed her eyes at him, but after a moment, she sighed. "Fine. But if he tries to touch Eevee again, he’s getting Water Gunned." 

Gary exhaled in relief. "Fair enough. Let’s go." 

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Back in the lab, Professor Amaranth was pacing nervously as Danika and Quillon watched the door. When Wisty entered, flanked by Gary, Goh, and Horace, she shot the professor a glare that could freeze a Gyarados mid-Rage. 

"You owe my Eevee an apology," she said firmly, setting the Pokémon down. 

Amaranth nodded quickly. "I-I’m sorry! I was mistaken. It’s just... Eevee’s unique abilities made me think—" 

"No excuses," Wisty interrupted, crossing her arms. "Eevee’s special, but she’s not Mew. And next time you find a Pokémon, maybe don’t throw it in a cage, huh?" 

"Right," Amaranth stammered. "Of course. You’re absolutely right." 

Eevee let out a soft cry, nuzzling Wisty’s leg. Wisty scooped her up again, turning on her heel. "Good. Now we’re leaving. Come on, Eevee. Togepi. Everyone."