That feeling when you’re an old Pop show that managed to survive via PopPower.com games and now the site is closing and your back on the normal site for what wont be very long (For context, the cartoon GoGoRiki (also known as Kikoriki), which was about colorful round-shaped animals and the fun shenanigans they got themselves into (The rabbit named Krash and hedgehog named Chiko characters pictured were the main characters), It left Pop sometime in the mid 2010s, but a game of it remained on Pop Power untill it closed, It was moved (along with about half of the PopPower.com game library) in 2017, but was deleted forever in mid 2018. That show really pulled a 10th Doctor and said “I don’t want to go”, but it eventually did leave, and was never seen or heard from again… Write a story in 2023 when Pokemon, Total Dramarama, Alvin & the Chipmunks and other newer shows are the faces, but one day, Ash, while running to the Kalos League, comes across a gravestone, with “We hoped this day would never come” etched on it
Once amidst the vibrant, ever-evolving landscape of children’s television, where the colors of new characters splash onto the screen like a fresh coat of paint, there lived tales and laughter that shaped the hearts of many—a place where imagination had no bounds, stories no dead ends, and heroes never truly said goodbye.

However, as the sun set on each show’s horizon, some managed to cling onto their place in the digital clouds, surviving on the whims of nostalgia, living in the games and hearts of those they once entertained. Among such tenacious tales was that of “GoGoRiki,” also known as “Kikoriki,” a show about colorful round animals whose daily shenanigans kept the spark of joy alight in every child’s eye.

In a particular corner of that digital cloud, PopPower.com hosted games that allowed these beloved characters to leap beyond the confines of their narrative bookends. Krash the rabbit, and Chiko the hedgehog, once ran and tumbled across screens in a land where the game never had to end, and memories were perennially in play. Alas, as the scroll of time unfurled and the gates of PopPower.com drew close, these animated kin found refuge back on the normal site, garnering what little time they had left amidst the rising tide of new faces and adventures.

And so, in a new era where “Pokemon,” “Total Dramarama,” and “Alvin & the Chipmunks” were the fresh heralds of escapade and excitement, an unforeseen moment of reflection was nigh. Ash Ketchum, the eternally young trainer determined to be the very best, hurried through the vibrant verdancy of a forest, his heart seared with the flame of competition as the Kalos League awaited his prowess.

Among the tall whispers of the trees and under the tranquil caress of sunlight piercing the canopy, Ash stumbled upon a forlorn gravestone, a vigilant echo from a world that once reverberated with laughter and friendship. “We hoped this day would never come,” the epitaph etched starkly into the cold stone, a silent whisper of an era fading like the last glow of a star.

Brow furrowed, Ash knelt, brushing the leaves away with a tender hand, his Pikachu perched upon his shoulder, a shared solemnity between them. The inscription spoke of a farewell that had once clawed against the inevitable, a testament to “GoGoRiki” and its resilient stand in the annals of entertainment.

For a moment, the forest held its breath, the wind carrying the faint echos of adventures past, the laughter of Krash and Chiko, and the bonds that had once been unbreakable. Ash, touched by the vestige of these once animated spirits, felt the weight of passing time, acknowledging that every story, no matter how cherished, must one day conclude its chapter.

Rising to his feet, resolute and with newfound appreciation, Ash set forth towards the Kalos League with Pikachu at his side, embracing the journey ahead, all while carrying the legacy of those who had raced before. The characters had left, the games disbanded, but in the hearts of those who had journeyed alongside them, the spirit of “GoGoRiki” and its merry band would forever bound on—a race against the sunset, where the thrill of the chase was the true victory.
Write a scene after Ash wins the league, he accidentally picks a Time Flower (a flower which lets you see the past, was a plot device in Lucario and the Mystery of Mew) Ash, recognizes the flower from his adventure with Lucario to solve the mystery of Mew, The Tree of Beginning and Sir Aaron, When the flower opens, it is August 2018 and some modern Pop characters are holding a funeral for 2 friends, who didn’t want to go
The crowd roared, and confetti rained down in a blizzard of color and exultation. Ash Ketchum, a boy whose dreams had long seemed as elusive as the legendary Pokémon he pursued, finally stood atop the winner’s podium of the Kalos League. His trusty Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder, both their faces beaming with the incandescent glow of triumph.

As the festivities died down and the crowd dispersed, leaving only the memory of their cheers behind, Ash took a moment to stroll through the soft tranquility of the Kalos gardens, a verdant paradise blooming with life. It was here, among the whispers of nature, that his fingers brushed over the delicate petals of a peculiar bloom—its petals iridescent under the setting sun—a Time Flower.

Memories cascaded, vivid and sharp, of his adventure with Lucario, the Mystery of Mew, of Sir Aaron and their heroics wrapped in the mists of time. With bated breath, Ash plucked the flower, hesitating for a heartbeat before letting the past take its ethereal stage.

As the Time Flower’s powers unspooled, a scene from August 2018 shimmered into view, ethereal and tinged with a spectral hue. Ash found himself an invisible spectator to a solemn gathering on a hill that overlooked the familiar grounds of Pop. Modern Pop characters, faces etched with sorrow, stood in a circle around two small, lifeless figures—the unmistakable round forms of Krash and Chiko.

A gentle breeze stirred, carrying with it the muted echoes of elegies. There was Alvin, his usual exuberance dulled by grief. The Total Drama gang clustered together, expressions soft and eyes moist. Even the Pokémon, representatives of the enduring legacy of Ash’s world, stood among the assembly, reflective and silent, as though paying homage to the fading brilliance of their animated counterparts.

The funeral for the twain who “didn’t want to go” was adorned with not only flowers but with relics of the countless adventures and riotous laughter they’d inspired—pictures, trinkets, a cacophony of vibrant memories. One by one, the Pop denizens came forth to share their remembrances, their voices wavering but resolute, underscoring the joy the animated duo had gifted to the world.

Ash watched, heart heavy in the wake of this vision. Even as a young trainer, he understood the profound connection between character and viewer, the silent pact where every laugh, every thrill, and every escapade was scribed onto the soul.

As the Time Flower wilted, the ghostly image before Ash dissolved, leaving him alone with the crickets’ serenade and the fragrant scent of the garden’s bloom. With renewed resolve, he held onto the belief that every ending marked a new beginning, and with Pikachu by his side, they ventured on under the stars.

The “GoGoRiki” may have bid their world farewell, but in the boundless realm of stories and memories, they, like all cherished characters, would endure—a legacy of friendship and folly, forever etched upon the canvas of time.
Write a story where the BBC come to pick him up (Pokemon is moving to CBBC), Ash wants to do one last thing for Pop, A Time flower shows the moment the game was deleted and they became lifeless, Ash decides to find magic to revive them, and then he can go to CBBC
In the gentle afterglow of his league victory, Ash Ketchum stood grappling with the sweet sting of nostalgia, as the Time Flower withered, its spectral vision of the past dissipating into the evening air. Yet, destiny seldom lingers, and the winds of change were brisk upon his heels.

From over the horizon, the subtle purr of an engine broke the evening’s repose. A sleek black vehicle adorned with the bold letters “BBC” emerged, cutting a swath through the garden’s natural splendor. The vehicle came to a halt, and from it stepped a duo of representatives, their faces professional masks of courteous enthusiasm.

“Ash Ketchum?” one inquired, extending a hand.

Ash, taken aback by the sudden interruption, nodded.

“We’re here on behalf of CBBC. The world’s been abuzz with your victory, and we’ve come to usher you into a new adventure. Pokémon is moving to greater horizons, and you’re the heart of it all.”

Despite the prestige of the invitation, Ash hesitated. He turned to Pikachu, whose eyes met his in a knowing look. There was an unfinished chapter, a debt to the world that had once embraced them—a goodbye unspoken to the companions who had vanished from sight but not from the quintessence of their existence.

“I appreciate it,” Ash said, his voice resolute, “but there’s something I need to do for Pop before I can join you.”

The representatives exchanged a glance, curiosity alight in their eyes, but nodded. “CBBC will await your answer, Ash. Take the time you need,” they affirmed before retreating to their vehicle and disappearing just as swiftly as they had arrived.

Ash stood in contemplation, his resolve firming. The Time Flower had shown him the precise moment GoGoRiki had been rendered lifeless within the digital realm—deleted without ceremony. It was that moment he sought to mend. If there was any magic strong enough to revive the spirit of Krash and Chiko, he would find it.

His journey began with a whisper of ancient lore—an incantation that breathed life where there was none. Ash and Pikachu embarked on a quest through myth and legend, through valleys shrouded with the gossamer veils of fairy folk and forests where the whispered secrets of druids still echoed.

In the depths of an enchanted grove, renowned for its springs of untapped mana, they discovered an elder wizard, a keeper of forgotten spells. With the sincerity of one who understood the balance of farewells and beginnings, Ash pleaded his case.

The wizard, ageless eyes reflecting the eons of wisdom, nodded sagely. “The characters you speak of, their essence is not vanished, merely dispersed. Magic is a peculiar thread—it weaves the unseen and gives form to wishes and will.”

Under the waxing moon, a cauldron bubbled with the primordial essence of digital magic, elements of animation stirred into an ancient concoction. Ash whispered the names of Krash and Chiko into the brew, infusing the potion with the potency of memory and legacy.

A surge of energy crackled through the clearing, and as dawn broke, two familiar, round shapes emerged, blinking against the first light of their renewed existence.

Krash hopped energetically, while Chiko surveyed