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I always knew my Beautifly was different... It was more aggressive than most Pokémon, but I thought it was just a harmless character trait. I should have known better than to join Team Rocket and allow them to experiment on her. I was a young grunt- what the commander says goes. I watched emotionlessly as my Beautifly was strapped to a table in the centre of a metallic room. I held back tears as the scientist raised his scalpel and looked away as he cut into her only for a higher up to slam my face into the glass- forcing me to watch as my friend was dissected alive. Beautifly's eyes stayed fixed on mine even when the light left th

A woman sits alone at a table in an empty house. "All boys leave home eventually." She mutters to herself, staring at the untouched tea in front of her. The woman sits staring at the wall for several long minutes. "Please come home," She whispers to the empty house. "Come home." The next day when the woman goes to check her mailbox there is a Pokemon already in front of it. It moves aside to let the woman through. "No news is good news…" She says to the empty mailbox. "Please come home." After she goes back inside the Pokemon looks at the mailbox again. And then it follows the woman into the house. "Hi!" The woman says slowly. "Re

No one ever understood me quite the same way Quincy did. I met Quincy when I was 15. I was a lonely trainer, looking for a partner that I could mesh with. I had an eevee, and I loved him, but there came a time when I couldn't train him anymore. We had grown too close. I was afraid to continue on, thinking that he'd get hurt if I pushed him much more. He was getting old; we'd been partners since I left my hometown at 12. I still remember that day. I left my eevee at home with my mom, and I left town again on my new quest. Normally, trainers couldn't leave without a pokemon. It's just the way things always worked. I wasn't a normal trainer, t

If only I didn't take that doll… If only I didn't throw it away… If only, if only… ~ It was lovely day, and I was sitting in my room, playing with my dolls. I loved to collect dolls. Plush dolls, especially. There was that Charizard one, and the Zigzagoon one, all of them were Pokemon dolls. All except one. It was a weird gray one, with big yellow eyes that stared at me. And the mouth that's just a zip. I had tried unzipping the zip, and found a piece of candy there. I ate it, and it tasted bitter. Horribly bitter. One of the reasons I hated that doll. I stuffed stones into the zip and flung it to one corner. I would call it

Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Welcome young and old! Today I have a story to tell you, A story that should be told! A story about a boy growing up With a doll that's sweeter than a pup! But beware, this is not for the faint of heart It may even tear your emotions apart. In this world full of loving pokemon Even the horrible needs a shoulder to cry on. But just what how far will evil go To be loved and forever loved Oh, evil will go low, so low Listen here, because I shall tell you the story of... Lillycove, the large, beautiful city that rests right next to the large ocean. A place full of buildings, greenery, a few steep ledge

"So, who will be your starter?" The young trainer grinned as I showed him the three Pokemon. Snivy, the Grass Snake grass type; Tepig, the Fire Pig fire type; and Oshawott, the Sea Otter water type. He examined them carefully, looking them over, noting every little detail about their appearance. He giggled at Snivy, her head held high and mighty. When Oshawott demonstrated his flexibility and promptly fell over, he clapped and laughed. Tepig's shyness and almost panicked look caused the boy to frown, stroking the Pokémon's head comfortingly and whispering kind words. Eventually he looked up at me, eyes sparkling with happiness and excit

It was bright. Too bright. I raised a paw to shield my eyes from the fierce glare, moaning from the piercing pain it sent into my brain. As my pupils adjusted, I found myself staring around with wonder. There were tall brown things with big bushy green tops, and smaller green stuff that was soft and springy under my body. Dotted around were pretty colourful things that gave the air a nice, scented aroma. I shivered as a breeze passed by my body - my blue fur was still wet from my time in the egg, and the wind chilled me. Without warning I was covered in a thick, warm sheet and raised off the ground. I twisted in alarm as a hand came towards

I thudded to the ground, sending a shock throughout my body. My precious Pikachu, Violet, clung onto my shoulder, berating my Dragonite for dropping us from such a height. Dragonite shook his head in irritation, landing and clutching his ears. I chuckled as I returned him to his Pokeball. Violet turned to look at me - I was very lucky to have her, a female Pikachu. Most of the ones bred by Professor Oak were male, but when I saw this beauty I couldn't resist her, with her overhanging mop of fur and unusual eyes the most beautiful shade of violet ever seen. That was where she had gotten her name. She had been bred to know the move Volt Tackle,

I don't like being a bug Pokemon. I don't like being small and young. All the big birds chase me. It's really scary. But mamma says that she will keep me safe. I love my mamma. When I have a bad tummy, mamma always rubs it better with her feelers. At night she sings me lullabies; my favourite is 'there were two birds sat on a stone; one flew away, and then there was one; the other flew after, and then there was none; and so the poor stone was left all alone'. Mamma says I'll never be left alone. She and papa will always be there. She promised. My tummy feels strange. It's all warm and tingly. The rest of my body is starting to feel that way

How did this happen? Trapped within this cage of greed Fear, complete terror Evil, hate-filled heart What is happening to me? I cannot feel love... Everything turns black Just what have they done to us? There's joy no longer... All these mental wounds What is that shrieking I hear? Where is my kindness? Compassion, it's gone Where once was empathy, there's Only this vacuum Kill now, no mercy I'm becoming something else Please, won't you help me? This curse, Reverse Mode Flashing and screaming and pain When will it all end? My conscience now torn No emotions to hold back Nothing, there's nothing I live just to kill Ser