It was a day as any other day, for the young pokemon trainer. Except for the fact that at this, rather unfortunate day, his childhood has ended. It all started when he decided to rest on a mountain near the town of his origin. For the first time in years he was totally alone, with only the companionship of his fighting animals. All his friends have left ,to live their own lives.
After sitting on the mountain for a while, he started to reflect, and images of his life, his successes and failures, started streaming from within He always promoted the idea of friendship and chivalry, yet at the same time all of his companions, might be little more than slaves, forced to do his bidding. This thought pervaded his mind, and ultimately left him with a serious and adult feeling, which he has never experienced before – doubt.
He started staring on the round compartment in which his companions resided. Were they really his friends, or a only slaves? Were all his values just a lie?
If he weren’t be forced by the mechanism of bondage, would they still be his companions? This line of thought has persuaded him, to do a thing, no one has ever done before.
Releasing a pokemon was not a common practice, most adult trainers just sold them to younger, inexperienced ones, so that they could have a boost in the sport, and therefore become an productive additions to society.
Since he has experienced pretty much everything there was to experience, he suddenly became intensely curious at the thought of releasing his companions. His infantile optimistic mind, couldn’t let go of the thought, that they might still might be his friends, but this time, not because they have to, but out of their own free will Due to his youth, or maybe due to to his boredom with the sport, he decided to try this ultimate act of trust. He stretched out his arm, pressed the button responsible for the process, and released his companion The little monsters were surprised and startled, they couldn’t understand what was happening. For the first time, they were not compelled to obey and trust. All devotion has left them, their free will came back.
The kid looked at his old friend with hopeful eyes. Outstretched his arms, and awaited friendship and trust, and the pokemon partially fulfilled his expectations, as it jumped right into his arms, which created a bright smile at the little adventurers face. He thought that all his fears were ungrounded, and all old believes accurate.
Yet such a happy ending wasn’t meant to be. The first sign of trouble came in the form of a smile. It was a grimace the child has never saw before, neither in monster nor man. To him it was a weird combination of anger and happiness, which he couldn’t name. Something the common adult knows as a snicker.
For the first time in his life, the youngster has experienced the power of his companion on his own skin. For the first time in his life he felt such intense pain, and suffering. “Is this what my friends felt while battling for me, earning my badges, fame and acceptance of my peers?” This, rather noble thought ,was the last he thought, before his mind became blank, and his consciousness slipped.
He awoke in a dark cave, his thoughts became slowed down by the intense experience of pain and burned skin, and blood coming out of his whole body.
He used all the willpower he developed during his travels to open his eyes.
In his field of vision, he noticed, all the pokemon he ever knew, and at the same time he noticed that all his clothes, all his items were gone, and he himself was left absolutely naked, and his movements were bound by sharp rocks piercing his arms and legs , which led to a massive amounts of blood coming out of his body.
Due to the sharp experience of pain, his former noble self faded. He started attacking his former friends verbally, screaming that such treatment was underserved. Yet his words weren’t useful in improving his situation.
One of his pokemon, one with fairly human limbs, In response to his words, showed him the now opened and destroyed pokeballs, and after that he hit his former master, disfiguring his face. And then, another pokemon came near him, and exposed his skin under his fur, which was severely burned by his past battles. After seeing the apparent cause of his “friends” anger, another sharp bolt of electricity, directed directly at his eyes, was the last thing he saw.
He left of an intense scream, which echoed in the cave. The pokemon started repeating their name in a sinister fashion he has never heard before. The young trainer started struggling to break his chains of confinement, to escape and save himself. Yet this futile endeavor only angered the monsters and a green bug with razor sharp hands, cut of his arms and legs.
The child yelled an intense scream “Please stop!”, which was the last human sentence he ever muttered. Because after expressing it, the muscular human-like pokemon grabbed him by his throat, stopping his verbal expression. It took his former master outside and with a forceful swing threw him into the nearby swamp.
In it multiple leeches covered his whole body, and worms entered his orifices. The leeches have stopped the bleeding of his wounds, which saved his life, which was a rather unfortunate turn of events for him. His throat was slowly eaten by pests. With his traumatized brain and he was now only able to mutter the word “please”, which, due to the injuries of his speech system, came out of his mind as “plea”.
He stayed in the swamp for days, eating bugs that entered his mouth and drinking swamp water, which he got by diving using the force of his torso.
His body was now so deformed, that he completely stopped looking anything human. His scared, deformed body now looked like a rare , but at the same time very ugly, pokemon.
Eventually humans discovered him, he must have unconsciously have sensed their presence, and sensing salvation started to vocalize loudly the only sound he now could express. The trainers rejoiced, because they thought they’ve found a new rare species of pokemon. They’ve figured, due to the place they’ve found him in and the massive amount of “water” coming out of the, now empty holes in his head, that he was a water- type pokemon. And therefore used electricity to stun him, and ultimately capture him using a pokeball.
His new masters tried to use him for battle, but since he was totally incompetent at it, they decided to sell him to a collector. He in turn found immense value in his rather expensive purchase, and decided to breed the pokemon. He couldn’t figure out the gender of his new pet, but being a man of hope, he decided it was definitely female.
So, he put him in a cage with a ditto, which transformed daily and hat intercourse with him. His young body didn’t experience any pleasure from this practice, only massive amounts of pain and suffering, and his diet was now composed of leftovers, which were dispensed, through a shaft connected to a garbage disposal.
After a few years, even the collector stopped having any interest with him, and decided to leave him and the ditto until he’ll find need to look upon them again, which never happened.
The young trainers mind was now filled with regret and remorse. He cursed himself for becoming a trainer, and even more he cursed himself for risking his comfortable life for a chance for true friendship. He now realized all his previous values were false, and ultimately useless.
Yet in this moment he realized, that he stopped being not only a human, he also stopped being a child, and with the end of his childhood all the happy endings stopped. Eventually he lost all memory of his former life. He became dull, even for a monster, only being able to think his current, and final name “plea”.
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