diamondpearl876
you can breathe now. x
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After my first oneshot, I'm Sorry, I bring to you guys.. this? It's from another Pokemon's POV. Reviews would be appreciated.
The entire point of going on a journey is to become the league champion, right? That's what you've always told me, anyway. You left your home and your family behind to chase that dream. You packed up your bag full of food, beverages, clothes, and other belongings just to make sure you could make it that far. You raised a team of six Pokémon, including me, and you trained us all to be the best we could be. We managed to collect the eight badges in Sinnoh, and then dared to confront the Elite Four.
It wasn't that simple to get past them, and I wouldn't let myself think of what you'd do to us if we lost. You could never tolerate losing . . . You've abandoned quite a few Pokémon for letting you down. As for the rest of us, a training session that lasted for days would commence. You would not feed us until we defeated a certain amount of Pokémon, and I thought that maybe you reset the count at times, just to make us wait even longer. When you finally felt that we were strong enough, you would test us against a few trainers before moving on to the next city.
Sometimes, I felt like escaping from you by myself to prevent the abandonment, and I wouldn't even think of looking back. I stayed with you anyway, as I was never a Pokémon in the wild to begin with. Where would I get my food? What would happen if I got caught by a trainer with more expectations than you? I had no knowledge of surviving out there, and the thoughts of becoming someone's Pokémon all over again were too overwhelming. So, I was trapped here, forced to obey your every command. I guess there was worse things you could do to us . . . You could deposit us in the computer boxes, like the other four ill-fated Pokémon you caught and not once considered using. Or, you could trade us away like we never meant anything to you, just so you could start another team to fight with.
I didn't see what was so wonderful about winning. Shouldn't losing be essential, too? It reveals what not to do for next time. It could help you see what we have to work on for those dreadful training sessions you put us through. Losing lets us see which kinds of strategies work and which ones don't. Nevertheless, we didn't have any real tactics, because you wanted us to take you to the league as soon as possible. You seemed to care about strength, and nothing more.
I remember the look on your face when the referee called out that Cynthia's final Pokémon, Garchomp, was unable to battle. In addition to that, he deemed you as the victor. You looked like you were inside your own little world, dreaming of what was to come for you in the future. We only won because I managed to pull one exceedingly powerful Flare Blitz attack. It had a disadvantage, but it didn't mean the Garchomp couldn't lose consciousness from it. I felt like I was going to faint, but I didn't want to miss all the excitement afterwards. However, you didn't share your joy with me by saying, "Good job, Infernape! We did it!" You didn't even take notice of me, and celebrated all by yourself.
I felt used and betrayed, to say the least. The only reason you wanted us was so this could happen. You didn't want to have us as companions, as real friends. You didn't want to explore Sinnoh for the sake of going on an adventure, and doing something worthwhile in your life. I then knew that everything was going to go downhill from there. Perhaps we had already crashed at the bottom a long time ago.
Eventually, you let everyone else out so we could get registered in the Hall of Fame. That's not really what we were hoping for. It got much worse when we went all the way back to Twinleaf Town later on, and heaps of interviewers came towards you to ask exactly how the victory occurred. You answered each one with a different story, trying to make it sound more exciting, as if what we did still wasn't enough for you. Your entire family, the ones you never called to speak to in months, traveled from as far as Canalave City to congratulate you. Now, you can't go anywhere without people asking for your autograph, and they act like they'd die without it. You have your own fan club now, too! They like you for what we accomplished.
I don't get it, and I probably never will. I don't recall you throwing yourself in front of a life-threatening attack to for another person, or any of us for that matter. I don't remember you training perpetually, trying to perfect yourself. I don't ever see you being recalled back to the hellhole you humans refer to as a Pokéball. No, you never went through evolution, either! It transforms personality, and your selfish ego certainly didn't fade away, not even for a second. Despite all of this, you still got to be on national television, so people could see just how great you did? Yeah, that makes total sense.
Listen, sir, I want to know where our prize is. I want to know our hard work paid off, and that our training didn't come in vain. I need to know that you care about us, that you love us, even though we let you down several times. It isn't exactly flattering spending your life belonging to a person you believed to not give a damn about you. With good reason, we should have been on the television, right there beside you. As a replacement for that, we were left in the dark, because you were so caught up in trying to be a champion that you never saw what Pokémon training was all about.
I yearn for the day that you finally see that what you did was wrong, and was accomplished out of greediness and inanity. I anticipate the time where you finally apologize to us, and give us the treatment we ask for. We don't request much, do we? We want you to give us a goal besides trying to get you to be famous. We want someone worthwhile to fight for. We want to be cared for . . . even an occasional hug would be nice. Anything that shows you feel some kind of affection for us.
I know, one day, we will get what we deserve.
We're waiting, Mr. Champion.
Waiting
The entire point of going on a journey is to become the league champion, right? That's what you've always told me, anyway. You left your home and your family behind to chase that dream. You packed up your bag full of food, beverages, clothes, and other belongings just to make sure you could make it that far. You raised a team of six Pokémon, including me, and you trained us all to be the best we could be. We managed to collect the eight badges in Sinnoh, and then dared to confront the Elite Four.
It wasn't that simple to get past them, and I wouldn't let myself think of what you'd do to us if we lost. You could never tolerate losing . . . You've abandoned quite a few Pokémon for letting you down. As for the rest of us, a training session that lasted for days would commence. You would not feed us until we defeated a certain amount of Pokémon, and I thought that maybe you reset the count at times, just to make us wait even longer. When you finally felt that we were strong enough, you would test us against a few trainers before moving on to the next city.
Sometimes, I felt like escaping from you by myself to prevent the abandonment, and I wouldn't even think of looking back. I stayed with you anyway, as I was never a Pokémon in the wild to begin with. Where would I get my food? What would happen if I got caught by a trainer with more expectations than you? I had no knowledge of surviving out there, and the thoughts of becoming someone's Pokémon all over again were too overwhelming. So, I was trapped here, forced to obey your every command. I guess there was worse things you could do to us . . . You could deposit us in the computer boxes, like the other four ill-fated Pokémon you caught and not once considered using. Or, you could trade us away like we never meant anything to you, just so you could start another team to fight with.
I didn't see what was so wonderful about winning. Shouldn't losing be essential, too? It reveals what not to do for next time. It could help you see what we have to work on for those dreadful training sessions you put us through. Losing lets us see which kinds of strategies work and which ones don't. Nevertheless, we didn't have any real tactics, because you wanted us to take you to the league as soon as possible. You seemed to care about strength, and nothing more.
I remember the look on your face when the referee called out that Cynthia's final Pokémon, Garchomp, was unable to battle. In addition to that, he deemed you as the victor. You looked like you were inside your own little world, dreaming of what was to come for you in the future. We only won because I managed to pull one exceedingly powerful Flare Blitz attack. It had a disadvantage, but it didn't mean the Garchomp couldn't lose consciousness from it. I felt like I was going to faint, but I didn't want to miss all the excitement afterwards. However, you didn't share your joy with me by saying, "Good job, Infernape! We did it!" You didn't even take notice of me, and celebrated all by yourself.
I felt used and betrayed, to say the least. The only reason you wanted us was so this could happen. You didn't want to have us as companions, as real friends. You didn't want to explore Sinnoh for the sake of going on an adventure, and doing something worthwhile in your life. I then knew that everything was going to go downhill from there. Perhaps we had already crashed at the bottom a long time ago.
Eventually, you let everyone else out so we could get registered in the Hall of Fame. That's not really what we were hoping for. It got much worse when we went all the way back to Twinleaf Town later on, and heaps of interviewers came towards you to ask exactly how the victory occurred. You answered each one with a different story, trying to make it sound more exciting, as if what we did still wasn't enough for you. Your entire family, the ones you never called to speak to in months, traveled from as far as Canalave City to congratulate you. Now, you can't go anywhere without people asking for your autograph, and they act like they'd die without it. You have your own fan club now, too! They like you for what we accomplished.
I don't get it, and I probably never will. I don't recall you throwing yourself in front of a life-threatening attack to for another person, or any of us for that matter. I don't remember you training perpetually, trying to perfect yourself. I don't ever see you being recalled back to the hellhole you humans refer to as a Pokéball. No, you never went through evolution, either! It transforms personality, and your selfish ego certainly didn't fade away, not even for a second. Despite all of this, you still got to be on national television, so people could see just how great you did? Yeah, that makes total sense.
Listen, sir, I want to know where our prize is. I want to know our hard work paid off, and that our training didn't come in vain. I need to know that you care about us, that you love us, even though we let you down several times. It isn't exactly flattering spending your life belonging to a person you believed to not give a damn about you. With good reason, we should have been on the television, right there beside you. As a replacement for that, we were left in the dark, because you were so caught up in trying to be a champion that you never saw what Pokémon training was all about.
I yearn for the day that you finally see that what you did was wrong, and was accomplished out of greediness and inanity. I anticipate the time where you finally apologize to us, and give us the treatment we ask for. We don't request much, do we? We want you to give us a goal besides trying to get you to be famous. We want someone worthwhile to fight for. We want to be cared for . . . even an occasional hug would be nice. Anything that shows you feel some kind of affection for us.
I know, one day, we will get what we deserve.
We're waiting, Mr. Champion.
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