I do not own Pokémon that belongs to Nintendo
I do not own this fic It belong to whoever wrote it I am just sharing it hear
Do you know who I am?
Yes, you do.
They all know me.
I'm 151. The first one and they all want me.
They'll do whatever it takes to get me.
They'll trek through forests, stab their friends in the back, work their team to the bone, all for me.
Do you know how I've never been caught?
No, you don't.
I run, I trick, and I hide from the greedy, rabid trainers that would work their hands raw to get that one and final entry.
I use my innocent, kitten face to lure them, and to entice them.
They come like moths to a flame. Only to have their little wings yanked off, and to be tossed aside like common vermin.
They all hunt me, so I retaliate, bite them, claw them, crush their pathetic little skulls with psychic. I dine on their weak LV. 53 cookie cutter Eeveelutions. I leave them gasping for air until they can only hear the "tick, tick, tick" of my metronome.
And yet they come.
Stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades. Barraging me with Quick Balls and Master Balls, Sleep Powder and Thunder Wave; hoping to catch the uncatchable.
Fools. Sad, sad little fools.
I used to be white as snow. Never did get those stains out.