The cave reverberated with the sounds of battle, the air heavy with tension. Pikachu and Jolteon’s combined Thunderbolt attack streaked through the air, slamming into Mew with crackling electricity. The legendary Pokémon flinched but remained unyielding, its form glowing with a fierce determination. The Pokémon on the girl's side surged forward again, launching their coordinated attacks under her confident direction.
“Cinderace, Pyro Ball!” Goh shouted, his Pokémon joining the fray.
Azumarill and Weavile darted alongside Cinderace, their attacks adding to the chaos. Mew finally let out a piercing cry and vanished in a burst of light, leaving behind a lingering energy that shimmered in the cavern.
The girl stood tall, brushing some dust off her jacket as she surveyed the aftermath. Her Pokémon gathered around her, their expressions tired but triumphant.
“Wait a second,” Gary said, squinting at her. His eyes darted to the shapeshifting Eevee now curled around her ankles, then to the mischievous Togepi perched on her shoulder. “You have a shapeshifting Eevee… and that Togepi…” His voice grew louder. “WISTY?!”
The girl turned, a sly smirk spreading across her face. “Finally, Gary Berry. I was wondering how long it’d take for you to figure it out.”
“Wisty?!” Goh exclaimed, stepping closer. “You’re Wisty? The Wisty?”
Wisty shrugged nonchalantly. “What’s the big deal?”
Goh’s jaw dropped. “The big deal?! You caught Mew! That’s the biggest deal ever! Who even does that?”
Wisty raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Who’s asking?” Her tone was casual, but her smirk deepened as she saw Quillon’s face turning red.
Quillon, visibly seething, stepped forward. “What are you even doing here? You’ve got no business messing with—”
“Flamethrower,” Wisty said smoothly, cutting him off.
Her Houndour stepped forward, its mouth opening as flames erupted. The fire narrowly missed Quillon, who jumped back with a yelp.
“WISTY!” he roared. “You’ve gone too far this time!”
“Oh, have I?” Wisty replied innocently, placing a hand on Togepi’s head as if to steady it.
Togepi, meanwhile, had reached into its mysterious void of storage (no one dared to question how it worked) and pulled out a gun. It pointed it directly at Horace, who immediately screamed and flailed his arms.
“Togepi, no!” Horace screeched, stumbling backward into a wall. “WHY DOES IT HAVE A GUN?!”
“Relax, Horace,” Wisty said, waving dismissively. “It’s just for show.” She paused, then added with a grin, “Unless it’s not.”
Gary facepalmed. “Why do you let it do this?”
“Let it?” Wisty laughed. “Gary, Togepi doesn’t listen to anyone. Not even me.”
Quillon stepped forward again, his fists clenched. “You’re a menace! You show up here, disrupt our mission, and then—then you just flaunt the fact that you’ve caught Mew like it’s no big deal?!”
Wisty turned to him, her expression hardening. “Listen here, Quillon. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not here for your mission or your Pokémon. I’m here for Mew, and if you don’t like that, tough luck.”
Quillon opened his mouth to retort, but before he could, Wisty’s Togepi gave an enthusiastic Toge-prii! and cocked the gun, effectively silencing him.
Danika cautiously stepped between them, her hands raised. “Okay, okay, let’s all take a deep breath. Wisty, maybe you could explain what you’re doing here?”
Wisty smirked. “Fine. I was tracking Mew, and guess what? I found it. Then you lot showed up and started making things messy.”
“Messy?!” Quillon sputtered. “We were—”
“Shhh,” Wisty interrupted, holding up a finger. “Don’t care.”
Goh blinked at her. “But… you really caught Mew?”
Wisty shot him a wink. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who’s asking?” She casually tossed a Pokéball in the air and caught it again, leaving everyone wondering.
Meanwhile, Togepi lowered the gun but kept it in hand, patting Horace on the head with its other arm. Horace whimpered softly, too terrified to move.
Gary groaned. “Wisty, you’re impossible.”
“And yet, here we are,” Wisty said cheerfully. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a legendary to catch.” She turned to her Pokémon. “Let’s go, team!”
As she strode confidently out of the cave, her Pokémon following behind her, the group was left standing in stunned silence.
“I hate her,” Quillon muttered.
“No, you don’t,” Danika replied, rolling her eyes.
“Maybe a little,” Goh admitted, scratching his head.
Gary sighed. “This isn’t the last we’ve seen of her, is it?”
“Not a chance,” Horace groaned, keeping a wary eye on Togepi’s retreating form. “And next time, someone please confiscate the gun.”
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Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2
FanfictionShort pokemon stories. Some are new- others are minor edits to the episodes. You would know if you read my other book
