This has taken a toll on poor John in the last episode, being able to hear and all, but what if all the Pokemon, whom he can hear, are all out and free of their pokeballs? What are they going to do?
They're gonna do the first thing that cross into t...
The Greninja wolfs down the hamburger, spilling its ketchup and mayonnaise all over his mouth and everywhere else. Some of the Pokemon food mush in it also spilled on the table which the pokemon quickly picked up and shoved back it in his mouth.
"Jack! We're in front of Mistress Vi!" Mark tried to scold him.
"No, it's okay," the Gardevoir said, keeping her eyes on her trainer who also has his own similar hamburger. With the exceptions of the fact that its contents aren't spilled all over the table and that it has a terrible lack of Poke-food sandwiched between.
John was taking his time in eating his hamburger, slowly taking a bite then slowly chewing then stop to take another slow bite again. His mind was occupied elsewhere, drawing a scribble on a notebook they found in the Pokemon Tower. Vi told him that he used to love to draw so he thought of giving it a try and it seems that his hands have remembered how to draw. He just held the pencil and then the pen, held down the paper with his other hand and let his right hand do the rest. It's like doing something without you having to remember it entirely. It's like biking in first time in decades.
Vi was watching him sketch over his shoulder, trying to make out whatever he was drawing. Based on her very happy look, this must've brought her a lot of happy little memories. She can't help but to smile. John looked at her and smiled back.
"I heard from a Lampent that those guys in the Pokemon tower were called the 'Freedom Fighters'. Is that true?" John asked Vi as he switched back to pencil again.
"What? Oh those 'rebels' in the tower? No, those aren't the Freedom Fighters," she answered, "Did you hear the little voice from the pokeballs?"
John stopped to think but shook his head shortly afterwards.
"That little Evee voice? Talking about how did we get free from these pokeballs?"
John looked at her. "That was an Evee?"
"So you did hear that."
"Yeah but, how did an Evee even call out from pokeballs?" John asked, "Did she, you know, destroy all the pokeballs in the world?"
"We don't know," Jack butted in, "I was just like, 'Ah, another day in paradise,' then the next second I was like, 'Aaaagh! Um okay... Thanks I guess...' But we actually don't know a lot of stuff about it."
"Yeah but the only things we do know is that it was an Evee, she's part of this 'Freedom Fighters' thing and the fact that we heard it from the pokeballs," the Torracat said, "She said that we are free, something something something... and that was it... I can't even remember the half what she said but I guess I'm grateful that we're now out of our pokeballs."
John pointed his pen to the cluster of pokeballs in the far corner of the cafeteria. "Is that why there are pokeballs everywhere in the building?"
His gardevoir nodded. "We believe that they'll talk again. That she'll talk to us again. Whoever this freedom fighting Pokemon is. So we gathered pokeballs in every room like speakers in case she will talk again."
John took another long glance at Vi, smiled in understanding, and continued to draw the last details. It was beginning to take form now.
Vi stood up behind him to get a better look. Looking over his shoulder, she could now see the reason why he was looking at her frequently as he drew. John erased the pencil marks and showed everyone his little doodle.
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He was drawing her. Well, her head specifically but it was a drawing of his Pokemon. He added a little smile, just a little bit covered by her hair, a smile that she has now.
"John... that's amazing... I..." she can't begin to describe how happy she felt, seeing her trainer draw for the first time in years.
"Lemme see! Lemme see!" Jack hopped beside them. When he saw the drawing, he started to go "Whoah..." and he kept repeating it in every glance.... "Whoah... Whoah..."
"You're natural, kiddo!" Mark said, "It's like it came out of a little printer or photocopier or whatever you humans call those light box thingy."
Vi lifted it from the table, looked at it and then hugged it on her chest.
John thought that his Pokemon was crying. "V-Vi? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just that... That this is... This is very...," she looked at the drawing again and tried her best to find the words, "This is the first drawing of me that you made."
"Wait, really?" Mark asked.
"Y-yeah," she answered him, then to John, "It's... amazing... Thank you, John"
At first, John was puzzled but the fact that he was he was gone from a long time, he simply nodded with a smile. "I see. Don't worry about it."
She kept the drawing on her chest for after some time and put it back down. She wiped her eyes and more pokemon still kept coming by to see the sketch. Time resumes again.
I guess everyone loved his drawing. I was betting that Vi won't be surprised because she's his Pokemon and she must've seen him doodle quite a few times but here she is, swelling in joyful tears. The drawing really caught every Pokemon's attention that they went to their table to check out why their mistress was crying. And when I say 'everyone' I mean every single Pokemon in the cafeteria at that time. A Heracross swept down to get a peek. A Servine took the paper with some vine whips. The Hawlucha opposite to John made an acrobatic stunt just to snatch the paper from the vines. Then a Smeargle got his paws over it but it was quickly taken from him before he could think of 'marking his territory' on the page. And after "passing" the drawing from Pokemon to Pokemon, the children got a hand on it and they began to carry it away, giggling.
The thought that they might tear the paper to shreds crossed everyone's minds. They gave chase, leaving John and Vi's table to get the drawing back, in the most gentle way of course.
Vi chuckled and laughed at their sudden reactions.
"Aren't you worried that they might... you know?" the Torracat asked Vi.
Vi shook her head.
Mark shrugged his shoulders, "How about you, John?"
John looked at the silly commotion then shrugged his shoulders too. "I can always make another one."
Just as he said that, the entire place shook. Everyone stopped in their tracks and went silent. They listened. A few seconds later, the building shook again.
"What is that?!" someone asked.
The floor shook and a faint crushing "thud" can be heard far below them. They were like, five or seven floors above ground maybe and whatever this thing was it's making its way towards them.
"Maybe it's just another Pokemon who wants to see the drawing?" some random Pokemon suggested.
The children dropped the drawing and ran as another tremor shook them in fear. Some of them went to their parents, some went out of the cafeteria and some went to Vi just seek safety with their mistress.
A Shroomish hurriedly entered the room and ran to Vi. "They're coming, mistress! I told them to wait by the entrance but they just began digging through the floors!"
"What?!!" Vi exclaimed, standing up, "Who are they?!"
"The Pokemon from the Pokemon Tower! They're here-!"
The floor erupted with flamethrowers, hydrocannons and Pokemon, throwing everything and every table into the air at their wake. Water and fire type Pokemon crawled out, growling at everyone as if it was their greeting.
A Houndoom pounced over a Blastoise. "Greetings! We have come to deliver a message from our leaders, we've come to save you and join an alliance against the abusive and disgusting human race!"
The entire Pokemon crowd began to murmur among themselves. Some of them panicked, froze in shock and even tried to run but failed due to the number of equally surprised Pokemon.
"Now," the dark Pokemon says, "Where's your leader? Still another floor?"
