Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon and all that other obvious stuff.
"Do you want to deposit your Dunsparce in Box 1?"
"Yes," I heard Him say. My Captor, the Furless Two-Legs. The one who had taken me from my home that day and imprisoned me oh so long ago.
Then there was nothing. Nothing but the silence and the never-ending abyss of the flat fake-dark.
I dream for a miracle. I dream of the time when I will be liberated from my prison, so that I may one day live my life again. I dream, for what else can I do? The only thing I have left is hope.
I long for the days before I was captured. For the days spent tunneling through the cave walls and expanding my nest, for the nights where the dark was real, and the great glowing moon would paint everything silver. The days where the world and everything in it was real and filled with the things I took for granted.
I want to experience the simple things in life once again. I miss the familiar resistance of my drill-tail cutting through the earth, the gentle caress of the breeze against my wings, and even the warmth of the sun's rays against my back. I miss the comfort of the noise all around me, from the wing beats and screeches of the No-Eye Bats to the pounding of the Rock Faces' fists against the rocks to the soft clicks and chirps of the bugs buzzing in the open sky. I miss the smell of fresh, upturned dirt, of the musky dampness found rampant in caves, of the sweet flowers and grass and trees.
I yearn for the chance to experience real emotion again. For too long I have wallowed in despair, fear, sadness, anger. I crave more than those petty sensations. I want to feel happiness, joy, courage, amusement, pride…and even love.
I exist so that one day I may live again. That one day my dream will be realized, and I will be free from the nothingness around me. That one day I will be able to fulfill my longings and my wants. That one day my yearning will come to fruition and possibly make my life meaningful once again.
And I fear that none of it will ever happen.