The Quiet Thoughts of a Metapod
I'm vulnerable. I'm soft and squishy. I'm in the most awkward stage of my life. The puberty of my evolution process, if you will. I'm really a Butterfree on the inside, I promise, Trainer. Just give me time.
There's always that one Trainer. He or she squeals when the see me. I can't help it! I'm green! I blend in with the freaking grass! Don't be mad at me! You are walking in my home with your stupid running shoes. Why do you have to have special shoes for running? That's dumb. But I digress.
Why can't people see that I'm worthwhile? I'm fun. I may only know three moves, but I can Tackle like a pro! I mean, I weigh almost 22 pounds. That's a force to be reckoned with, mind you! Plus, that String Shot? That smell throws that foe off! Will you pat me on the back?
I just have to grow to level ten. Just to ten, then I become a beautiful Butterfree! Then people will notice me.