Lucario

What a great day to be with your amazing, affectionate, glori—hey, wait. Where is he?

Overturning every single crevice of your house, no matter how much you look, you cannot find your beloved Lucario’s Pokéball. Panic setting in, you phone your friends and ask them to keep an eye out. Since he is a bit different from other Lucario, he should be easier to spot. With your friends covering other ground, you head out to start your own search.

Unfortunately, backtracking does absolutely nothing. You spent the entire day wandering between the deep forest and the bustling city, hopelessly hunting for the Mythical Pokémon, Mew. You knew catching—let alone seeing—it was a near-impossible task, but every trainer has to try at some point, right?

The sun begins to set, bleeding the light blue sky into a deep, orange dusk. One by one, your friends head home. Curfews are calling, and their parents are getting annoyed at them for helping a "lost cause" like you (they obviously worded it much better, but the message was still loud and clear).

Almost losing hope yourself, you decide to make one final, desperate attempt to find your best friend before darkness falls. As you pass a large thicket of shrubs, a heavy rustling echoes from inside, sounding like a massive Pokémon. Suddenly, a tiny Vulpix pops out from the bushes. Strangely enough, though, the rustling behind it doesn’t stop.

Before you can even react, a heavy force hits you, pinning you flat to the ground with a loud thud. Coming to your senses, you feel something warm and wet... licking your face? Focusing your blurry vision, you finally see him: your fluffy, beloved Lucario is sitting right on top of you, grinning from ear to ear and nuzzling into your neck like a lost dog finally reunited with its owner after a long day.

Realizing he’s crushing you, he quickly scrambles off and helps you back to your feet. He begins jumping up and down in pure excitement, letting out a series of happy, rumbling growls. You can’t even find it in yourself to blame him for the rough tackle; honestly, you’d be jumping up and down too if your legs weren't so incredibly sore.

Then, he reaches behind his back and pulls out two Pokéballs. He hands you his own first. It’s funny looking back on it—Lucario is a pretty unusual choice for a starter Pokémon. You ended up with him years ago after the local Professor told you that you weren't ready to be a trainer. Heartbroken, you had run away and hidden inside a hollowed-out tree trunk, where Lucario found you and comforted you. He has been your only Pokémon ever since.

Which begs the question: what exactly is in that second Pokéball?

You point at the mysterious device in his paw. Lucario looks at the ball, looks at you, and looks back down before pressing the release button in the middle.

The burst of white light fades, and what stands—or rather, floats—before you is absolutely not what you were expecting. For a terrifying second, you think it's Arceu—no, it's Mew. A small, levitating, pastel-pink Mew.

The little Mythical Pokémon happily flies in circles around your Lucario before resting gently on his shoulder. You can't believe your eyes. Intrigued, you softly call out, asking it to come closer. Mew simply stares at you with a blank, unblinking expression, as if you just asked it to slap itself. But once it realizes you are talking to it, it lets out a cheerful laugh and bounces in the air, making a high-pitched "Mew!" sound. It sounds almost exactly like a house cat. How fitting.

The pink Pokémon looks at Lucario, then turns its gaze back to you. Lucario lets out a soft, commanding grunt and points a paw in your direction. Slowly, cautiously, Mew begins to drift toward you.

Your jaw drops as the reality of the situation hits you. Did my Pokémon just hunt down a Mew, catch it, and somehow tame it?!

Heavy rain and thunder roar outside, filling the air with the strong smell of rain carried around by the powerful winds. A tornado warning has been announced near you, but you know for a fact that it's not really NEAR you. Lightning strikes your house directly, causing the lights to flicker. The lights go out for about four minutes, then come back on shortly after.

Once the lights come back on, Lucario is at the foot of your bed, with those adorable puppy eyes, communicating through his weak Aura connection that he just figured out how to use somehow.

i want *unaudible static* outside *more static* fight the tornado off!

This adorable, fluffy idiot thinks he can scare off the tornado.

Getting up from your bed and letting him outside, you almost see him get wiped out by the air resistance. It was sorta funny, but also scary. He walks into the heavy rain, getting soaked IN THE process, and starts shadowboxing in the direction of the wind, possibly hoping to give the tornado a run for its money so it leaves him and his master alone.

A loud burst of electricity goes off around 30 feet away, forcing a loud yip from him that you can easily hear over the heavy rain. He quickly runs back inside to cower at your feet, kneeling and burying his head between your thighs, visibly shaking and searching for an escape from the scary sounds.

Trying to comfort him in his state of genuine terror, you help him up, bring him inside, and dry him off. To you, this might merely be an inconvenience, but to a certain Pokémon of yours, the thunder is scarier than fighting Arceus one-on-one.

After drying him off, you brush out his mane and go back to bed. Soon enough, he's back at the side of your bed with those same eyes as earlier, resting his muzzle on the bed and looking up at you.

`I'm scared, long static join you?