Sitting in a tree branch in the early morning, an Emolga laid back against the tree branch. While she still wasn’t all too used to being a Pokemon, she found that she quite liked sleeping in trees in this form. Maybe it was a Pokemon thing… she still wasn’t quite sure what she was, maybe a Pikachu subspecies of some kind? Was that a thing? Either way, maybe it was a thing whatever her species of Pokemon was liked. It certainly made places to sleep easy to find even when she couldn’t find a place to lay her head. Today, it just so happened that she just felt like sleeping in a tree, and so she did.

Lisa was a woman of whim. She went wherever the wind blew, and felt as though no one could tell her what to do.

Something in her face buzzed suddenly, and that’s what jolted her awake. The female sat up and shook her head a little before it buzzed again, causing her to jump a little before her nose started sniffing around. Ugh, it sometimes felt like she just didn’t have control over her own body. What was with her and these odd instincts? Either way, she found herself on the edge of the branch, looking down to see… Oh, wow, it was an actual Pikachu! She knew what those were!

But wait… she didn’t know they had little heart shapes on their tails. Aw, that was so cute!

The buzz on her face grew more intense when she saw a bit of electricity buzz from the yellow mouse, causing the squirrel to flinch before falling over and grabbing the edge of the branch. Okay, okay… she could glide with this weird cape thing, right? All she had to do was spread her arms out and… aaaaand she looked down again. Nope! No, no, no! She was not going to let go of the branch. No sirree, that was not what was going to happen-!

Aaand the tip of the branch she was holding onto detached. Welp… maybe she should’ve let go of the branch.

Letting out a shrill scream, the Emolga came into the Pikachu’s view, landing flat on her face as the stick she was holding onto previously quickly landed next to her. “Ow…” she whined, laying on the ground for a few seconds to try and recoup. Yeah… she really needed to stop climbing trees…

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After laying face first on the ground for a couple of seconds, she felt a bit of a spark on her back, which the sound of it caused her to instantly flinch and sit up. If Jolt wasn’t careful, her head would certainly collide with theirs, and then they’d both have a serious headache. The Emolga’s eyes were screwed shut as she did her best to shake off the dirt and brush dust off her face. Her round black eyes suddenly blinked open as… she was now face to face with the Pikachu she saw from the tree.

…

The squirrel quickly scurried backward to distance herself from the other rodent before leaping onto her two tiny feet, her own cheeks cracking a bit with electricity. “Oh,” She noticed before shaking her head to get them to stop. It… didn’t work. She was too on edge right now. “Urgh, you got me all frazzled now…” she grumbled, smacking her paws on her yellow cheek pouches to get them to stop. “Mmmh… How do you turn these things off?!”

She figured this would just be an instinctual thing, right? But her frustration just seemed to make her cheeks spark more, which eventually caused her to plop onto the ground in a sitting position, huffing in frustration. It was only then that the sparking finally stopped, causing the young woman to finally sigh in relief. “Stupid cheek pouches,” she whined. “How do you deal with them every day?” The question was phrased as more of a demand for answers rather than trying to know how the Pikachu felt.