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WARNING: This fic contains absolutely no logic, sense, or
anything intelligent. It is silly, extremely dumb in some
places, and imitates various bits of movie/media/pop art. You
have been warned. Disclaimer: Apocalypse, Sinny, and Pikachu all belong to someone. And that someone is NOT me. No money has been made, etc, etc. Blah, blah. Blah. Thanks to the #subcafe crew for calmly trying to run away from me. Panicked running might have caused me to write Poccy/Pika slash.
Apocalyptic Dimentia 2: The Pikachu I Loved "Master?" "I WANT ONE OF THEM." "But, sir--" "YOU WILL CATCH THEM ALL FOR ME." "Sir--" "I MUST HAVE PIKACHU. PIKACHU IS OF THE STRONG." "Yes, sir." -- "Piiika?" "Hello, little fellow. The Master, he wants one of you." "Pikapi." "Come along now." "Kipaki! *zap*" "Ow." "Pika chu chu." -- "Sir?" "AH, HAVE YOU FETCHED ONE?" "Yes, sir. He thundershocked me, but I lived." "YES, YOU ARE OF THE STRONG." "Piiika?" "PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU TO BE ONE OF THE STRONG. JOIN US, AND TOGETHER WE WILL RULE THE GALAXY." "Pika." "Yes, sir--I mean, Pikachu." -- "NO, THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT MY SON." "Piiika?" "YES, YES, YOU'RE MY SON. NOW, APOCALYPSE, THUNDERSHOCK!" *ZAP* "Piiiika." "NOW YOU TRY." -- "AND NOW, MY SON, YOU ARE READY TO JOIN ME." "Pika! Chu pika kapi chu!" (translation: No, it's not true! I'll never join you!) "YOU ARE MINE, PIKACHU. TOGETHER WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY--NO!" "Master?" "HE JUMPED TO HIS DEATH. MY SON IS NOT OF THE STRONG ANYMORE." -- "Master?" "YES?" "There is enough genetic material in the bloodstain to clone another Pikachu." "GOOD. BEGIN ON IT RIGHT AWAY. I WILL HAVE MY SON! WE WILL RULE TOGETHER!" "Now would be a good time to cue the evil laughter, sir." "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- "Master, here is the new clone." "IT IS... SMALL." "Yes, there was a slight problem with certain aspects..." "YOU SHALL DIE FOR THIS--LATER. FOR NOW, I SHALL CHRISTEN MY NEW CHILD, AND HE SHALL BE CALLED, MINI-ME!" "Sir?" "YES?" "Mike Myers is on the phone. Something about copyright infringement." "IGNORE HIM. SOON, WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD, I AND MY SON, MINI-POCCY!" -- "Sir! He tried to--" "WHAT IS IT NOW? DID HE BITE YOU? OH, BOO-HOO. POOR SINISTER." "Sir, I must protest at this!" "PROTEST AWAY. BAYWATCH IS ON." "But--" "SHUT UP, SINNY." "Piika." "You little-- Ow! OW! Sir, he's biting! OW!!" "PIKACHU, LEAVE HIM BE." "Ppppppppppppiiiiiiiikiiiiiaaaaaa! *ZAP*" "OOPS. IT APPEARS HE'S DEAD." "...hello? I, I'm alive! I am! Only, I am very badly burnt!" "ppppppppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikaaaaaaachhu! *ZAPZAP*" "OH! There goes my lower half in flames. If someone could, just, help me up..." "IS HE STILL ALIVE?" "Pika." "WELL, FINISH HIM THEN." "Pikapika. *ZAPZAPZAPZAPZAP*" "...ouch." "PIKACHU, I CHOSE YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE OF THE STRONG. NOW, SINISTER HAS DEFEATED YOU." "Pika!" "I AM SORRY. APOCALYPSE THUNDERSHOCK! *ZAP*" "...Sir...?" "YES?" "There should be enough material left to clone another..?" "NO. I HAVE HAD MY FILL OF PIKACHU." -- -finis- See? End. Ahem. My apologies to Mike Myers and George Lucas.
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