Maybe Next Time
Bulbasaur POV
I used to be excited whenever new trainers came in. Always so young and happy and carefree! I used to be like that, but I've given up. They always took Charmander, and on occasion Squirtle. Did they ever pick me? No! I have been in this stupid lab for almost a year now.
He tells me I will get pick next time, and only now do I realize he was just trying to cheer me up. It was just a half-baked lie to make me happy for when the trainers showed up. A lot of good that did, huh?
I have seen countless Charmanders and Squirtles come in and leave the same day. I've never seen a Charmander in for more than a month.
His grandkid has been standing here for about ten minutes. I'm looking at him through my Pokeball, tapping his toe and looking at his watch. Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Gramps! I'm fed up with waiting!" I flinched. His voice scared me.
"Blue?" The old man said, scratching his head. "Let me think... Oh, that's right, I told you to come! Just wait!" He turned to another kid who entered alongside him. "Red! There are three Pokemon here! Haha! They are inside the Pokeballs. When I was young, I was a serious Pokemon trainer. In my old age, I only have three left, but you can have one! Choose!"
Pfft. Yeah, right. You just get us from the same breeder. Liar.
"Hey! Gramps! What about me?" The other one said, arms crossed.
"Be patient, Blue. You can have one too!"
The other kid walked straight toward Charmander and grabbed its Pokeball.
"So you want the fire Pokemon, Charmander?" The old man asked. He nodded.
"I'll take this one, then!" The other kid said, grabbing Squirtle's Pokeball.
Surprise, surprise. Once again, Charmander and Squirtle are taken away for a life of adventure and excitement! I, on the other hand, am stuck in a boring Lab where I watch new Pokemon come in and out. The old man looked at my Pokeball, his face sad, his eyes looking right at me.
"Maybe next time," he said, turning around when he heard a ringing noise. He talked for a bit, getting happier and happier by the second. After hanging up her turned back to me.
"Next time!" He said happily, running into the back of the lab.
About an hour later, he came back into the main part of the lab, practically jumping with excitement. Another minute later, the door to the lab opened, revealing a tall slender figure.
"Hi, Gramps!" It said with a high pitched tone. "You said you have a Pokemon for me?" My ears perked up. He already got new Pokemon?
She walked up to the table, and saw my Pokeball sitting there.
"Uhh... Gramps, shouldn't there be three Pokemon here?"
The man nodded. "Yes, but the other two have been taken."
"Oh," she said, looking at me. "Well, I hope it's the one I want!"
She's gonna be very disappointed.
She grabbed my Pokeball and threw it into the air.
Her face lit up. "Yes! This is it! This is what I wanted!" She yelled, picking me up.
What? Why? No one wants me.
"He's so adorable!"
"I guess you found a good match then, hmm?" He said.
"Yes," she whispered to me, holding me close.
One year later
I am strong now.
I am wanted now.
We headed back to the lab.
What I found horrified me.
Another Bulbasaur.
She had been there for a year.
I walked up to her and said,
"You will be wanted."
