He Lives on Inside Me

My brother and I always lived in the Hidden Region. Humans are always exploring, looking for new locations, but they have yet to find our region, hence the name. It's like a perfect paradise; it's mostly forested with plenty of streams to drink from, berries to eat, and caves to hide in. To one side, there's a small mountain range and a volcano not too far away. Pokemon from all over the world come together in this wonderful place that I call home. But, despite the peacefulness of the island, there are still some selfish Pokemon who live to take what's not theirs. There's this one group of (mostly Alolan) Meowths and Persains that would always cause trouble. They call themselves the Scratchers, a not very creative but fitting name. My brother and I would chase them off whenever we could. My name's Zip, and his was Zap, because we always wanted to be Jolteons. I was never jealous, though, when he got that Thunder Stone. It happened on a stormy day. Zap and I were out because we loved to play in the rain and watch the lightning. It was pouring out. We were running around and splashing each other when Zap suddenly said, "Hey! Look!" I looked where he was pointing and saw a soaking wet Torchic trying to get into a Diggersby's den. The Diggersby wouldn't let the poor creature in. Obviously, we couldn't just leave it there in the cold, so, we invited it into our den. It agreed happily, and we even stayed with it to keep it warm and make sure nothing happened to it. When the sun came out, we sent it on its way. Zap bounded out of the den, but stopped short when he noticed something on the ground. I followed to see what he was looking at. It was a Thunder Stone, right outside our den. It certainly wasn't there before; we would have noticed it. But at the moment, we didn't care where it came from and were more concerned about who would get it. We quickly agreed that since Zap had found it, he should be the one to evolve. But, when he touched the stone, he was sucked into it. I just stood there, bewildered. Of course, the Scratchers then decided to show up. "Is that a Thunder Stone you got there?" one of them said; I don't really bother with names with them. "Better hand it over!" "No!" I screamed. I picked it up, not worried about what would happen, which was probably a dumb move. Fortunately, nothing did happen other then a fairly large zap. But, since I'm a Pokemon, I can handle being shocked. I took off towards my den, and the cats gave chase. When I got to my den, I put the stone down and stood defensively in front of it. The Scratchers stopped in front of me. "Where's your brother, huh?" I was hoping they wouldn't notice he was gone. "Too scared to fight?" "No, he's... out getting food." It was a horrible lie. The Persain in the front turned to look at the berry bush right outside my den. "I don't see him. Is he invisible?" Some of the Meowths behind him snickered. "Just leave!" I yelled. "Oh, we will. Once you hand over your Thunder Stone." "What would you even do with a Thunder Stone?" The Persain shrugged. "That's beyond your concern. Now, are you going to hand it over, or do we have to take it?" I made no move of backing down. The Persain unsheathed his claws and prepared to strike me, but before he could, all the Scratchers were suddenly overcome with electricity. They high-tailed it. I turned around to see where the shock had come from, and saw Zap a little ways back, panting. I tried to run to him, but he shouted, "stay back!" and white electricity went from his paws, through the ground, and into me. Ignoring the shock, I ran to him anyway. "Are you okay? What happened?" "I-I don't know. Just... be careful, okay?" It turns out, that stone, whatever it was, gave him powers. He could shoot controlled jolts electricity, like overpowered Thundershocks. The closer he was to the stone, the more powerful jolts he could send out. He could also go inside the stone like a Poke Ball, and, this is the coolest thing in my opinion, turn into electricity. As I helped him figure out how to manage his powers, Pokemon quickly found out. They quickly started to gather around our dens on a daily basis just to see Zap and what he could do. But when this one Sandshrew came was when our lives would change forever. Zap and I were chilling, thankful for a break in Pokemon, when we heard a rustle from the bushes outside our den, and a Shandshrew came out. "E-Excuse me." He was clearly nervous. "Could you help me?" My brother agreed instantly. "Oh, thank you!" the Sandshrew said. "You see, there's this group of Pokemon called the Scratchers. "We know them!" Zap said. "Oh, you do? Well, then you probably know that they're always up to no good.