Tonight was definitely an experience.
Cade plopped down on his back to the bed with a mixed between a sigh of relief and a tired groan. That was the most inwardly nervous act he has done. He's not good at it, but he was glad he got away from that situation. Even convinced her that the scream was from him because of a nightmare, not from the mouse hiding under the bed. Speaking of which, he turned over and looked down at the edge of the bedside.
"If you're still there, you can come out now,"
Two seconds later, two yellow, black-tipped rabbit-like ears popped out from under before the entire head of the Electric-Type followed. Round, brown eyes met blue as they stared for a while. This contact was soon broken when Pikachu looked away and focused on crawling out from under the bed.
For one thing, Pikachu was glad it was very spacious under there, and that lady didn't give thought of taking a look under the bed. Not like there is a reason to. Once he is out from under there, tail and all, he stood to his hind paws and turned around to face the boy.
The both stared in silence, not knowing how the other would react.
Then the boy made a move.
He reached out his arm...
And pressed a finger to Pikachu's wet nose.
"...You're real," he whispered, his voice not believing this phenomenon, "You're actually real,"
Pikachu just stood and watched as the hand went on his head and started scratching there. The reaction was as expected as the Electric-Type closed his eyes shut in pleasure of the head scratches. His tail slowly wags a bit like a Growlithe's tail.
Cade smiled at this. He imagined Pikachu fur being soft, but this? He is very tempted to either scratch the Pokémon's chin or find that spot behind their ears, but he thought against it. The scream is something he can make an excuse of, but a squeal of a Pikachu? No chance.
'But now what?' a voice at the back of his mind spoke up, making him stop, 'What are you going to do now with this Pikachu in your room? For that matter, why and how did they got to the room?'
The windows in his room are locked shut, the boxes that holds all his stuff are still sealed tight, and pretty sure the cabinet is empty. And he was sure the space under the bed is barren.
While thinking of this, Pikachu, who got a little disappointed that there were no more head scratches, decided to look and walk around a bit. When he woke up, he barely gave noticed of the room. Now, he wandered about this new place. And he can now physically touch things as well, which is a considered bonus.
There were some boxes lying around the the floor, all labeled and untouched. Saved for the one with the word "Clothing" written on the side.
'Let's see: "Books", "Socks and Shoes", "Martial Arts",...' Pikachu read mentally, there weren't much but still, '"Games", "Pokémon", "Trophies"-'
He paused, then looked at the one with the label "Pokémon". The box is twice bigger than the rest of the boxes and rests next to the desk which is inches taller than the box. With curiosity, he leaped up to the chair with no difficulty, then pulled himself up the table. Pikachu walked to the edge and glanced down at the box. There was no tape sealing the top so Pikachu bent down and flipped over the cardboard flaps. The inside turns out to be filled with lots and lots of foam popcorn.
'Why would they call it popcorn though?' Pikachu thought and leaned closer for a better look, 'I know real popcorn is human food and this one is called that because of the size, but other than that, I don't see any-'
He wasn't careful as he thought he was when his hind-paw slipped on the edge and he fell with a yelp, causing a spray of foam to burst in a small area with a few falling out of the box.
It was fortunate that it wasn't loud enough to disturb those on the other side of the walls, but it was enough to grab Cade's attention who had been trying to figure out the appearance of Pikachu in his room. Now out of his train of thoughts, Cade had now noticed the disappearance of Pikachu and the foams littered on the floor from an open box.
"Pikachu?" he called out quietly, slipping out of his bed and approached the box. He peered over it with confusion, "Pikachu, are you-"
Cade was cut off by another spray burst up as the Electric-Type surfaced up. The Pikachu was covered with foam stuck in his fur as well as something of a thumb drive . The sight of the Pokémon covered in packaging foam caused the boy to cover his mouth and failed to stifle a giggle.
Pikachu, upon surfacing with something in his mouth that he had no obligation of taking, watched the boy with unamused look then starts shaking like a wet dog to get rid of them. He stopped, blinks in confusion, and then shakes again. Then pauses...
The next few minutes of the night consists of Pikachu running around the room, shaking and rolling on the floor furiously in attempts of getting the foams off his fur with no luck while Caden tries to keep himself from laughing loudly at the comical sight before him.
In amidst of this chaos, something did flew off of the Pikachu and landed in front of the boy's feet. The boy stopped his laughing and looked down.
Down his feet is the thumb drive. Crouching down with his knees bent, he recognizes the letters written on it.
Pikachu sat down on the floor in exhaustion, failed to get a single one off his fur. Just what are these made of?! With a sigh, he looked to the boy and was about to call out for some help when he saw the deep frown on his face, eyes voided of the light that used to shine in them.
Cade could only stare emotionlessly at the small text on the flat side of the drive:
{To my future trainer,- LF}