But you would write a story about yourself in an uh, pleasant situation? Log in to see images!

Nillo Posted:

But you would write a story about yourself in an uh, pleasant situation? Log in to see images!

Depends on your definition of ‘pleasant’.

Nillo Posted:

Fine. Give me a Jesus/Pikachu slashfic. With feeling, please.

Okay, but you realise this will forever tarnish my opinion of you, you sick freak.

Expect it whenever. When the story is posted, you will relinquish one brownie point unto me.

Or face the consequences.

Nillo Posted:

Fine. Give me a Jesus/Pikachu slashfic. With feeling, please.

That sounds interesting, Nillo-senpai! Will Jesus be Pikachu’s trainer, as they go on adventures? Can I read it? Can I?

King Krimson Posted:

I’m speaking for Nillo here, but I’m pretty sure that this story will not be what you think it is. Still, if you really, REALLY want to read it, you can find it right here.

Huh? What will it be then, Krimson-senpai?

So, an update. I’m planning to have Nillo’s commission finished by the end of the week, but no promises. Speaking of that story, I knew I was opening myself up to potentially epic slashfics, but Christ (literally)! The internet is a strange, strange place.

Big Brother Posted:

I’d certainly come up with something good.

You mean like your contests?

**** it. I won’t make any more promises, but I hope (hope) to get this story done by tomorrow.

After it is released into the wild I wash my hands of it.

Not that I’ve got around to writing anything, but still.

It’s done. Finally

Nillo, you owe me one brownie point, whether you like the story or not.

I hope it lives up to your expectations, though.

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Pikachu had never been what you might call a Pokémon of faith. He’d never really thought about God, or Religion. His violent lifestyle was at odds with the peaceful nature of most of them. He had never thanked God when he won a fight, never cursed His name when he lost; the course of the fight was all due to Pikachu skill, not some otherworldly power that guided his paw.

At least, that was what he thought a few years ago.

Now, Pikachu had chosen to become a monk. Pokémon devoting themselves to God were rare, but not unheard of, and the numbers were steadily rising. Just last year a Clefairy had been appointed Archbishop of Canterbury. The media attention had been astounding. Several Christians declared it ‘sick’ and ‘abnormal’. They had said that about the homosexual bishops, as well, their intolerance betraying the nature of the faith they claimed to uphold.

Pikachu prayed from these people, and hoped that someday they would understand the nature of the forgiving and all encompbuming God they claimed to be so close too.

Ash had been reluctant to let Pikachu join a monastery, of course. It would mean parting from his dear friend and closest companion, and Ash had always though of Religion as a waste of time. Ash loved Pikachu dearly, and eventually decided to let Pikachu follow his heart, even though for Ash the world would become a lonelier place. Ash still didn’t understand Pikachu’s insistence in leaving, but Pikachu hoped that one day Ash would come to understand. Nevertheless, Ash promised to visit every time he was near, and Pikachu trusted him to uphold his word.

Pikachu would never forgot the night that caused him to see the light. Its events had been ingrained into Pikachu’s mind, due to constant reminiscing.

It had been a cold night. Pikachu was battered and depressed from his ordeals in the ring the day before, and Ash was sound asleep. Pikachu always felt lowest the day after a fight, especially one that he had lost. He had been burned and whipped, beaten and pounded, and after all that punishment he still failed to uphold Ash’s dream of victory. The worst part was how he always felt as if he had let Ash down. Ash had always comforted him, and rebumured him it wasn’t his fault, but Pikachu could the disappointment lying beneath Ash’s brown eyes.

Sometimes, irrationally, Pikachu felt suicidal in those moments. There had been times when he held a razor to his wrists. Not as a threat, nor as a serious attempt to end his life; just to see what it felt like. This time though, Pikachu felt as though no hope was left to him. This particular battle was the championship to determine the next Pokémon master. Pikachu had gotten to the semi-finals, and was almost certain to win the match. His opponent on his last legs, Pikachu prepared to deliver the finishing blow.

But something- some force- stopped him. He was so close to winning and something stopped him.

Ash was inconsolable. He didn’t blame Pikachu, at least not that he said. Pikachu felt different though. Pikachu did blame himself.

That night, he was seconds away from killing himself. Two quick slits, and it would all be over. But, for the second time that day, he stopped.

Only this time he heard a voice.

“Pikachu, it is not yet your time. This is not the path the Lord has chosen for you.”

“Pika?”

“Yes, I was the one who lost you the battle. Your destiny, little one, is so much greater.”

“Pika Pika!”

“Very well. I shall show myself to you.”

That moment, Pikachu saw perfect beauty. He saw it walking towards him, enveloping him in its glorious majesty. He felt happiness, and ecstasy, and peace. Finally, he could feel at peace.

Pikachu knew instinctively that that figure of light was Jesus Christ, the Son of God. The very next day, Pikachu had discussed his plans to join the monastery with Ash.

Sometimes, Pikachu wonders what his destiny is to be. He quickly dismisses that though, and smiles. He is content to wait. As long as he is with Jesus, he will wait.

Thank you!

This thread is still open, by the way, if any of you are interested.