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It started in a very tight space- far too tight. The warm darkness was suffocating, and the wiggling forms beside each other wanted out.
The two fought against the walls, digging sharp points into the sticky membrane, squirming and wiggling until finally-
A speck of light.
They stopped at once, suddenly exhausted as sweet air gently flowed from the hole, filling their lungs. It was enough.
It was still too tight, but it was also warm, and safe. They would stay here and rest, until they felt strong enough to face whatever existed outside of their small sanctuary.
They were happy that there was another body pressing close, that they were not alone.
It took a while before they managed to completely break away from their shell, the sharp points in their mouths falling out, lost among the dark blue stone around them.
The first sensation they felt in this new world was cold . It was absolutely freezing out of their egg, and they were quick to curl up around each other, thin bodies pressed close and tied together in a knot.
They could not stay here for long, they knew. There was no protector nearby- no one to curl around them and keep them safe, and no food to fill their empty bellies.
So, when most of the egg slick coating their forms had dried, they wiggled up into the air shakily, and made their way through the dark caves.
There was electricity in the air- they could smell it.
Living in chargestone cave had its perks, but there was no doubt that it was hard for two newborn Pokémon. They grew up quickly, but without any other Tynamo nearby, or Eelektrik, it was hard to stay safe.
Drilbur found them a delightful snack, and there were so many Joltik around, it was hard to find a free spot to eat the electricity from the charged rocks.
Through it all, the two stuck close together. Weak as they were, together they could fight off other pokemon, even if most of the time they had to run away.
One of them hated it- having to run. Often, it communicated to its sibling its desire to become the strongest Pokémon in the whole cave- the whole world. Its competitive steak had it challenging the Drilbur that would easily snap it up, or bury it under rocks.
The other worried- it could admit that a good battle was fun, but nothing was worth the cost of their sibling. And so they vowed to be the eyes of thier team, always on high alert for anything that might pose a threat.
The competitive one teased it for it, but the light shocks the two shared when they huddled close at night revealed how deeply they cared for one another. They would stick together through thick and thin they silently vowed to each other.
And so, with such a promise ingrained in their very souls- created when they broke open the egg that housed their first living moments, was it a surprise that they would see it through? No matter what?
The day began much like any other- the two wiggling out of the knot they tied themselves in and set off to find a safe rock to eat from. They were just scoping out the area and edging towards the glowing stone that the ground began rumbling.
An Excadrill- who must have been newly evolved, as they often move out as soon as they can- showed its way out of the ground, stomping around and generally making a very big ruckus.
Most unfortunately, that very big ruckus sent the stalactites hanging from the ceiling crashing down, nearly spearing the two Pokémon as they frantically dodged away.
The excadrill continued to rage on, crying out in fury for reasons the two didn’t bother to decode, and throwing rocks everywhere.
Terrified as they were, the competitive Tynamo was quick to dodge the rocks hurtling towards them, sparking in anger as it charged up an attack, temporarily going still to focus.
But the one who vowed to be their eyes saw the stalactite heading right for its twin- who remained focused on building charge for just a second longer-
Tackle was an extremely useful move, especially when it came to knock back. It was a special way of running into another that would keep the user from getting injured in turn.
It knew, however, that while the tackle would not hurt it, the sharp rock would surely pierce it through.
It didn’t even have time to hear the shocked noise of its sibling.
The Tynamo- for there was only one, now- did not leave that spot for a very long time. The wreckage left the area scared off any Pokémon, in fear that the enraged excadrill would return.
It never did. Not that Tynamo particularly cared.
It was… lonely. Quiet. There was no other body to twist and turn around- nothing to spark at that would spark back, happily communicating its love.
There was nothing.
Yet Tynamo stayed.
Curled up by the rubble that covered its sibling- far too big and heavy for it to lift- it did not have the energy to move at the sound of quick footsteps of trainers- humans.
They had not had very good interactions with humans thus far- no trainer wanted two of the same weak pokemon, and the two wanted nothing more than to stick together.
Tynamo knew that trainers were the best way to get stronger- anyone knew that- but it could not bear to leave its sibling when they were together, and now?
No. No it could not leave.
The voices cut through the quiet, making it lurch up in the air in temporary panic as the humans threw their partners at it.
The two Pokémon- it didn’t even bother to register- cried out as immediately Tynamo threw a spark at one, and in quick succession the other.
It was breaking the rules, it knew, but it couldn’t find it in itself to care.
It’s sibling was gone.
Still, even ignoring the rules the two Pokémon fought back and quickly overwhelmed Tynamo. It was weak. Weak enough that it got its sibling killed trying to fight against a foe it would have never been able to defeat. And now it was weak enough to lose against two trainers, who would catch it and drag it away from its siblings resting spot, never to be seen again-
A ghostly howl froze everyone, the trainers looking around in confusion as suddenly the two partners were pelted with flaming purple balls of light.
Tynamo’s attackers stumbled back, staggering as they seemed almost drained of energy. The trainers quickly returned their Pokémon, frantically looking around.
A white substance emerged from the rocks tynamo laid beside, and a bright purple and blue flame flickered as the white wax took shape.
Litwick cried out, urging its flame even larger as it ate the energy of the two trainers trying to catch its sibling. The trainers gasped and ran off, shouting about souls and how the Litwick was eating them.
The ghost’s flame died down, until the dim lighting of the electrified rocks were the other things lighting the cavern.
Litwick turned to Tynamo, edging forward before pulling back, but Tynamo had no such reservations. Immediately it flew towards its sibling- for it knew in its heart soul that’s who this was- and wrapped around the supple wax, sparking with love.
Litwick could no longer communicate with electricity like it’s still living sibling could, but it knew the language, and hummed its own affections in its new one.
The two remained like that for a long time, curled up and vibrating in joy.
Tynamo was no longer alone.
The odd pair refused to be apart at all from then on, even worse from when they were both alive and well.
Tynamo was more than unhappy with how much its sibling grew, able to use a number of moves to handle the other Pokémon that took over the rocks it fed on.
Litwick was just happy it could protect its sibling better, but was more than happy to play fight to help its sibling grow.
Trainers came and went, shocked at litwicks appearance and tempted to catch them. But they never let themselves get caught- they were far too terrified of being separated for them to let that happen.
But there was only so far they could train in the closed circuit that was chargestone cave. They were strong, no doubt, but only enough to beat back Drilbur long enough to get away or discourage them. Only strong enough to earn a spot at the better electrified stones in the caves.
Trainers were always more prepared.
They were not surprised to battle a foe too strong for them to handle, but it was a terrible reminder.
The Roggenrola tanked whatever they threw at it, and tossed back attacks twice as strong. Litwick stumbled, and Tynamo struggled to stay in the air after only a few moves. They were strong- respectable.
But it was only one trainer, and they had eyes only for Tynamo. And so, exhausted and beaten, Tynamo bolted off into a crack only it and the malleable wax of its sibling could fit through.
It heard the trainer groan frustratedly, and then the cry of its sibling- slower than it- as the Roggenrola chucked more rocks at it, ending the battle.
The trainer walked towards where Tynamo was hiding, blindly reaching in and trying to grab it.
Tynamo squeaked and pressed further back into the crack- but it was a dead end. It had counted on the trainer giving up, moving on further into the cavern or looking for some other Pokémon to catch.
A finger brushed against its frills when the haunting howl of its sibling echoed, making the trainer flinch back and pull their arm out.
“Get off!”
Litwick grunted as it was tossed to the ground from where it had grasped the human’s shirt. The distraction bought Tynamo just enough time to shoot out of the crack and bolt further in the caves, sending sparks at the trainer as it went.
Litwick hurried after its sibling, both slowed due to the injuries from the Roggenrola, it faster than the partly paralyzed trainer, who was more focused to trying to pull out its partner again.
The two ran in zigzags, throwing themselves farther and farther into the cavern until they collapsed in exhaustion.
There were no glowing rocks to feed on and Litwick wouldn’t dream of nibbling on its sibling soul, so the two laid there, exhausted and leaning against each other.
It was just their luck that two sets of footsteps would head their way, a loud voice echoing through the caverns and scaring away all the Pokémon.
All the Pokémon that could flee anyway.
Litwick tried to puff up intimidatingly when the two humans came in sight, flame flickering as it stood over its sibling, who sparked threateningly.
The two humans- who looked almost exactly the same save for their mouths- froze, looking at the two beaten up Pokémon.
“Oh!” the frowning one spoke up, “brother I think they are hurt! Do you have any potions?”
The one smiling nodded, taking off their bag and pulling out two containers. The two Pokémon shuffled backwards, but the two humans in front of them carried no pokeballs anywhere on them.
Nowhere visible, anyway. Litwick didn’t trust it.
The frowning one thanked their… sibling, apparently, and took one of the potions as they kneeled down.
“Hello!” They said, every single part of their body relaxing and shifting into something they could recognize as a smile save for his mouth, “my name is Ingo! That is my brother, Emmet. I can help you feel better, may I apply this potion to you?”
Litwick looked at them distrustfully, but these two made no moves to catch them, and only offered to heal. Slowly, litwick let go of their souls and let the flame on its head flicker out, nodding slowly.
“Bravo! Hold still just a moment then!”
The spray was cool, and stung as it seeped into the wounds covering their bodies. But after only a few seconds they felt much better- and stronger. Litwick chimed happily at them, and Tynamo sparked as it wiggled in the hands of the smiling human, clearly feeling stronger.
“You two must be very close,” the loud one says suddenly, “you kinda remind me of us.”
Litwick made an inquisitive noise, and the boy continued, “we’re a two car train! Always sticking together. We aren’t really old enough to go on our journeys yet but when we are we already promised to stick together. I’m really excited for it!”
Sticking together…
Litwick looked at its sibling, happily sparking and nibbling at the gentle fingers that stroked its sides. Litwick turned towards the human infront of it, radiating happiness yet face remaining stock still.
Well, they wanted to get stronger .
These two promised to stick together, just like it and its sibling did. Litwick nodded, making a choice. It crawled up to the human- Ingo he called himself- and placed a nubby hand on the boys leg, chirping.
Ingo blinked, then jolted, understanding.
“You want to come with us?” Litwick howled affirmatively, making the boy light up and shake his hands like he needed some way to expel his excitement that his face refused to show, “oh fantastic!”
Tynamo made a confused sound- after all, they had vowed to stick together. Litwick gestured to the human holding its sibling, chirping reassuringly.
Its sibling buzzed in happiness- it understood, these two were like them. Hatched from the same egg, never to part.
And so, two sets of twins left chargestone cave that day, two young children and two Pokémon.
They couldn’t wait for the day they could set out for thier journey.