>>58378171
>Every hair on your body felt it.
>From the peach-fuzz strands on your hands and legs to the thick manilla coat on your torso.
>Substations were unoccupied for a reason.
>The low hum told you everything.
>Was it your new ears? Your better hearing?
>Maybe that noise always was, and you never noticed.
>Maybe it was the pokémon further in.
>Careful not to catch your fur on anything, you shimmied past the fence.
>Past the ‘Do Not Enter’ signs.
>Shouldn’t be here.
>Didn’t need to be an electrician to know this was dangerous.
>The human and the lucario agreed.
>Reason and instinct.
>Yet they both pressed you forward.
>A deep desire to right this problem.
>The cold concrete on your paws clashed with the flashes of warmth across your fur.
>Electricity arced from line to line above.
>Walking beneath the curving, white-hot energy felt like being feet from an industrial strength bug zapper.
>If you leapt at the wrong spot, you might not be conscious on the way down.
>Dielectric boots, insulating gloves, a flame-resistant shirt…
>Heck, you’d take a hardhat.
>Wouldn’t help, but it’d make you feel a little safer.
>The field office was good a place as any to begin.
>Both for safety equipment and to scare whatever was in there off.
>You sensed it before seeing it.
>Aura inside.
>The electronic lock was blackened beyond repair.
>Doubtful the door could close anymore.
>Nearby paint peeled from the heat.
>Peering in, the dim ceiling light flickered and sputtered.
>It didn’t light the room as much as you’d hoped.
>Good thing you didn’t need it.
>Quick shots of electricity did the job.
>Over and over, rodents of all imaginary shapes and sizes fried the cupboard’s contents.
>Sweet, dried fruits and smoked nuts filled your nostrils.
>Gnawed boxes, torn bags, and half eaten bits of everything lined the floor.
>You knew the pikachu line.
>Everyone did.
>But there were plenty others.
>One was a flying squirrel…
>A few fat not-pikachu…
>One half-black, half-brown…

>>58215622
>Your cheek helped keep the brush from straying too far off course.
>Back and forth.
>Back and forth.
>But as you got to the molars, the mint bled to the insides.
>Your own saliva betrayed you.
>Tears welled up.
>It was barely a pea-sized amount, but the menthol was a mighty opponent.
>Breathing in through your nose got progressively more labored.
>It reminded you of a horror movie.
>Louder and more frantic as the torture continued.
>Opening wide, you brushed the tops and bottoms of your teeth.
>Thankfully, the pointed ones didn’t need much.
>Were you in public, you’d be put down for fear of rabies.
>By this point, white foam leaked from your mouth.
>Flecks of toothpaste and pokémon spit splattered onto the mirror.
>You tried brushing your tongue, but cried uncle.
>It was a good fight.
>A good training session.
>You’d get further tomorrow.
>At long last, you could spit and rinse.
>What a relief it was.
>Like getting that last rep or finishing the mile in gym class.
>Only now could you challenge a worthy opponent.
>…
>You held the mouthwash in for nearly three seconds.

>>58215491
Don't be afraid to leave a positive comment on art or stories. Content on 4chan lives and dies with (you)s.

>>58214346
>>58214358
>>58214411
Milk is good for those gains!

>>58211995
>>58212001
What a freaky situation.
The way starfish eat is really cool.
But freaky.

>>58209900
I get what you're saying, but you're also overthinking it a bit. Guess they look as pleasant or uncanny as your mind wants them to.

'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' would be a good style for a Pokemon movie though. I'd fund that.