Now Schiller was wearing a very ugly expression on his face. He could have never dreamed that a yellow-haired entity, seemingly electrified by light, would appear in such a grim and even somewhat dark story.
Suddenly, he felt Pikachu's shrieking voice was familiar. Wasn't this the same voice as Deadpool?
Schiller, with some shock, recalled that there indeed was a Hollywood film about Pikachu, called "Detective Pikachu". The Pikachu in that movie was indeed voiced by the same talent as Deadpool.
Schiller took a deep breath, turned Pikachu around, held his two little short hands, and said, "Are you the one who stole my cake, soda biscuits, coffee powder, and jam?"
Pikachu rolled his eyes as his remarkably cute face displayed an expression of disgust. Sounding like Deadpool, he said, "Hey, bro, I really don't know how your taste can be this bad. You bought soda biscuits without butter, which are disgusting. And that jam, how could you like strawberry jam? Totally doesn't suit my taste. Plus, can you not leave the cake knife on the cake when you finish cutting it next time? Do you know how dirty that is?"
Schiller held Pikachu in one hand and covered his eyes with the other, feeling this was a massive mental pollution for him. He was indeed unable to rebut Pikachu's roast as his tastes were indeed different from an average American.
"Listen here, you thief. First, you've stolen my food repeatedly. Second, you don't show a bit of remorse, it seems you are a habitual offender..."
"Please." Pikachu waved a hand, saying, "Obviously you're not normal either. Who on earth would still calmly converse with a rat that can talk?"
Schiller pursed his lips, exchanging looks with Pikachu, primarily because Pikachu's appearance had brought a huge shock to his worldview.
Consider this, he had just been talking about life and dreams with Batman in the extremely dark vibe of Gotham, and then this yellow rodent with Deadpool's voice appeared before him, how could Schiller not be short-circuited?
What's next? Was he supposed to go loitering in the surrounding bushes? Gather numerous Pokémon pals and then challenge various gyms?
This vibe was totally off, alright?!!
More importantly, this yellow electric rodent may only be as tall as a human leg, but it has the mouth of Deadpool!
The deadliest part of Deadpool!
It learned nothing beneficial!
It completely misappropriated what was good and discarded what was not!
Schiller recalled, while reading comics in his previous life, how Deadpool's speech bubble often took up half of the comic page. With Deadpool's version of Pikachu, Deadpool, and Little Spider together now...
Schiller believed that if he were a comic character, he would be so overshadowed that even his face would be invisible.
Nor to mention that he remembered the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu" actually used the settings from a Japanese game with the same name. The Pikachu in this world was not a cute mascot only capable of saying "Pika Pika", but a detective with a mature man's voice. Given Pikachu's reaction before, he indeed seemed rather intelligent, definitely not just a simple pet.
After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face-to-face on the couch. Pikachu held a cup of coffee with his little short hands, saying, "Actually, I don't have any memories either. I only remember a flash of light, after which I fell into a garbage truck. It took a great effort to crawl out. I was famished. I wandered for half a day, and all the doors were shut on this street. There wasn't a single place I could get into, except your warehouse. You didn't seem to close the back door properly. After I came in, I found the fridge following the corridor... Of course, the stealing was indeed wrong. I was just too hungry. If possible, I'd like to repay you for the cake once I earn any money."
Schiller clapped his hands and said, "I must say, for a rat, your consciousness is scarily high. If all the mice in the world could be as polite as you, humans wouldn't need to invent so many rat poisons."
"So it was rat poison that you placed beside the cake today? It smelled awful. Truly, its stench almost cost me half of my life."
"Actually, that was not rat poison. It's even more terrifying than rat poison... Never mind, in the end, you are just a rat."
Schiller put down his coffee cup and curiously stared at Pikachu, asking,
"So, can you do that?"
"What? What can I do?" Pikachu looked at him in confusion.
Schiller, staring at that cute yellow face displaying an extremely anthropomorphic expression, was experiencing an exceedingly complicated set of emotions. He managed to say, "You know, that one..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Alright, Pikachu, listen, you said you wanted to earn money to compensate for the food you stole, but I don't think there's anywhere else besides here where a yellow rodent that can speak human language can work. So, if you want to work here to compensate for my loss, you must show your employer what talents you possess, right?"
"Oh, I see. You mean generating electricity, don't you? This is my secret ace. With me around, you can save at least half of the electricity cost each month. However, I was too hungry earlier, and haven't recovered, so I don't think I can produce 100,000 volts now. But, charging your cell phone should be no problem..."
Upon saying that, he ran to the table on his four stubby legs, jumped on the table, took Schiller's cell phone, ran back to the couch, and showed Schiller.
A jolt of electricity creatled as Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail extended. With a sizzling hiss, Schiller's cellphone screen lit up, showing that it was being charged, albeit a little slowly.
To display his strength, Pikachu held the phone tightly and shook his tail. Powering up, he tried harder, his body radiating electricity with an audible hum. The phone was fast-charging, almost 10% full within a second, just a moment before Schiller could stop him: "Bang!!!"
Pikachu's yellow fur was blackened by the explosion, a wisp of black smoke coming out of his mouth. Looking helplessly down at the phone in his hold that had just exploded, he said, "It seems like you can only let me work here. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might not be able to compensate you in this lifetime."
Schiller held his forehead and said: "Your act is pretty thrilling, to say the least. I really never thought of having such a convenient charger in this world."
Pikachu felt the sarcasm in Schiller's tone, and just as he was about to speak, Schiller cut in, "Ok, but that's not what I want to see."
"Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? I don't even know ..."
"Of course you know, that one..."
Schiller looked intensely at Pikachu, who suddenly made a complicated face, as if he had eaten shit.
He reluctantly turned around under Schiller's scrutiny, jumped onto the back of the sofa, and let out a clear-
"PIKA——PIKA!!!"
Schiller was content.