>Grandparents own a family run hotel business, there home is at the back part of the hotel, as a kid I would just sit around doing nothing, wander around and go into the reception where the people came to check in and out>Randomly go to the desk as my grandmother is talking to client, and because I'm small my sight is at looking under the desk, which I assume at the time we just put things that guests left behind in rooms and stayed there for ages as nobody came to collect them>Yellow block machine, with this yellow rat with red cheeks on this odd machine [it was a fucking Gameboy colour Pikachu edition left by some kid and my grandmother/father must of taken it from the room and just left it to collect, which I'm sure would of never been collected anyway]>reminder that at this time, Pokémon, Pikachu, it wasn't even in my fucking consciousness, I didn't know what the fuck the machine was>being a cheeky little brat, and without anybody looking, steal this Gameboy, run away and hide with it, heart pounding>WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS--there's a switch on the side...?>I'm hiding under the table in the backroom thinking I'm fucking james bond, the entire rush of the whole thing as a kid>do I DARE hit the switch?>....tcchk.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C19O5xm51dk>my, genuine, fucking faceNot sure what the fuck I'm even looking at, the sounds, the game, everything. I remember the rush of "Holy fuck, I've found... I've found some kind of alien object?" my childlike mind running fucking crazy, and then, the sheets of the table cloth I'm hiding under unveil me as the thief me stares up shitting it
"Where did you get that?"
"...."
"Alright, the boy who left it won't be back with his parents any time soon, you can keep it, but make sure you don't break it."
entire pokemon life was stumbling into some kids forgotten Pikachu Gameboy under a fucking desk, I still think about that kid to this day. Godspeed, kid. I'll never forget you.
