This is a Pokémon Mystery Dungeon fanfiction thats more inspired by the same universe then directly set in it. Take it as you will.

Its about an overweight, retired adventurer Pikachu named Peak who lives with his sister Chi in a village inhabited by Pokémon akin to the one seen in Red/Blue Rescue Team. Its set to contain an awesome adventure, some fat Pokemon, and a unique look at the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon universe so please go ahead and read if it sounds like something you'd be interested in.

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This is a direct continuation of where the previous intro left off. Instead of making this it the first chapter, however, I have decided to combine this, the document before and the 3rd part to come into simply being the introduction of the story. In the future I may lump these all together into a complete "Introduction" document, but in the mean time I apologize for the inconvenience.

As always, I hope you're enjoying the story and I thank you for taking the time to read it :) enjoy!

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Peak lay awake in his room. He had put Chi into her own bed upstairs earlier, and felt he had felt quite sleepy on the way to his own room. Yet now, as he rubbed his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, sleep eluded him. He rolled over and looked around his room. Various keepsakes of his adventures lay scattered about, and across from his bed lay a mirror. After lying still and thinking for a minute, Peak heaved himself up to a sitting position and walked over to examine himself. At least, all of him that was visible in the mirror.

Previously able to fit both Peak and his sister, the mirror could not allow now to even fully contain the figure of Peak alone in its frame. Weighing in at 50 pounds, Peak weighed almost 4 times of that of an average Pikachu, and his appearance certainly provided no evidence to the contrary. His large stomach was the most prominent feature of his appearance, and it hung in front of him from his chest to the floor, as well as sticking out in front of him farther than his arms could reach. His arms themselves were doughy and rounded with fat, with his fingers being made stubby and clumsy with their thickness. His fat packed thighs now curved out from his sides where they had once formed a smooth continuous line, and picking up his belly from the ground, he could just see his doughy feet poking out from where his belly was overhanging.

Turning sideways and looking over his shoulder, Peak tried to see his back side as best as he could. Running down from his sagging shoulders, the signature brown stripes on a Pikachu’s back were stretched thin over his wide back, and some were partly hidden under rolls of fat. His fleshy bottom jutted out extensively, and grass stains from sitting earlier with Chi were streaked across it. His tail was one of the few parts of him that was spared of the caking of fat that his rest of his body had suffered, though it was still affected partly by his back fat that rested above the tail head, bending his tail partly down. Peak wagged it gingerly and saw his whole bottom jiggle softly with the vibration.

Finally Peak leaned in close to the mirror and examined his face. His previous angular cheeks were now rounded with fat, giving his face a perpetual jolly expression. His cheeks sparkled lightly, and with each twitch his soft features slightly shook. His mouth led down to a hearty double chin that then further led down to his chubby neck. Dwarfed from his full features, his nose and mouth seemed beady compared to the rest of his heavyset face.

Peak turned away from the mirror and looked beside the mirror frame at the two pictures he owned. Both sketched expertly by Smeargles, the pictures looked comparable to any photograph, albeit in a sketched, stencily form. The first was a group picture of the survival party. A group of 12, these Pokémon were who Peak had trained alongside as part of the colonizing party. Since then most of them had moved on with the completion of the town’s construction, being simply mercenaries that the party had hired, and some who later even stayed and lived in town for a short time ultimately also left, finding the prospect of village life boring. Out of all of the, Peak was the only one who had remained in the village, though several of them now stop in from time to time to check up on Peak and the rest of the village Pokémon.

In the picture, Peak sat in the far right, standing on his toes on a tree trunk, waving his hand in the air. He was always quite a bit chubbier then the average Pikachu, and he would guess that he must have weighed about 25 pounds at the time of the picture’s taking, though in comparison to his current self his old body may have been as thin as a Bellsprout’s. Standing next to him, her head resting on his meaty shoulder was a beautiful Purloin. Peak sighed and thought of Desdemona. Though Peak had come to form many strong relationships with the rest of his team, Peak and Desdemona seemed to instantly hit off shortly after meeting for the first time. She was friendly, quick-witted, and funny, and in battle possessed a fierce ferociousness that stunned those of her enemies and team mates alike. By the end of the town’s construction, Desdemona and him were rarely apart, having a close bond that they knew bore much deeper than mere friendship, no matter how much they both denied it. But, much like the other Pokémon, Desdemona refused to stay in the village wishing to continue to adventure, and after a teary departure, Desdemona left Peak for the life of the road. Despite not resenting her for her decision, Peak felt a dark sense of sadness at the thought of her departure, and even know a deep sense of longing coursed through Peak’s large body at the mere thought of the sleek cat Pokémon.

Yet despite this, it only took a mere glance to the second Smeargle drawing he had to instantly quell any feelings of regret he may have of his past. For in it was a picture of him and Chi.

One night, when Peak and Desdemona were lying silently together in Peak’s then partly constructed house, Desdemona asked why Peak had kept Chi with him all that time in the wilderness. It was a bold question, one that no other Pokémon other then Desdemona would have dared ask, for the others knew of Peak’s sense of protection towards his sister. There was a moment’s pause before he answered.

“I think.. It was a test”

Desdemona turned her head quizzically. Peak turned his head from her to the sleeping form of his little sister on the house’s opposite end.

“I can’t lie and say I never thought of abandoning her. It was hard enough to survive on my own, without having another mouth to feed and another head to look out for. But I think... even then I recognized her. I recognized her for the potential in what she was going to be. I knew, that if I left her, the world would never experience that Pokémon I knew she would grow up to be. And so I kept her. Looked after her. And the world rewarded me for it, for she grew up to be one of the greatest Pokémon the world will ever know...”

Clutching the picture, Peak fell soundly asleep.