Drowzee in Crimson
Mother would have given me a name. Father might have called me his greatest son. My sisters would have been annoyed with me, and my brothers could have taught my things. I could have been the center of attention. I could have learned to be a proud Drowzee.
But then again, that's not gonna happen.
Mother was captured by a little girl. Father killed shortly after by humans for using his physic powers on humans. My brothers and sisters scattered in all directions and I don't know where they are anymore. As for me, I was the youngest Drowzee of my family.
I wasn't even named yet.
But maybe my parents were abusive, and my brothers and sisters would tease me. They could have been a bad family. Maybe it is if I've better off alone, without thoughts about my family. The family I never knew.
But it would be nice to know them.
It's all the humans fault. It's always their fault. The Drowzee have been under their control for centeries, and they always need more. In this place there are many, many Drowzee. My trainer left me here to.. Die.
I was too weak and young for him.
I am proud to be a Drowzee. I say to the other Drowzee here. They only look away sadly. They think I'm crazy and strange. They've been here too long. They feel sorry for me, because I don't "understand."
But it's really me that feel sorry for them.
I looked at the Drowzee that's been here the longest. He turns towards me. He's almost like a father. I wish my father was alive.
I know this.
I say. I was right, and they all knew this. Never did anything about it though. They would never dare disobey a human. We were being used. This was after all Crimson.
But no one seemed to care about us here.
Crimson is such a horrible city that pokemon stay far away as possible from here. But this is only where trainers dump their pokemon when they don't want us anymore. Today is my turn to be tested.
I would rather die.
If the pokemon would rebel than we could all leave, but their trainers left them here. Their trainers said for them to be good. They would never rebel. These pokemon, after being pampered and loved, are pitiful.
But what is it like to be loved?
I scream and scream. No one to hear me, because no one wants to. They have heard these cries before. Then one day it will be their turn to scream these screams. That day, I hope will come soon. How could they let me suffer?
I want them to die too.
The blade comes an inch toward my nose, when I know this is the end of a horrible beginning. My pointless life was going to end right there and then. My nose was being cut up! The blood was spilling and you could see the tissues inside. They didn't even bother to kill me first. They didn't bother to put my to sleep. They didn't bother to do anything! These stupid people. They can cut me up all they want, just to see what a pokemon is like on the inside. I can tell you. Pokemon, here in Crimson, on the inside are sad. I'm fading away. I wish humans would leave me alone.
But I'll be with father now.
Disclaimer: So.? Do you think I have enough money, power, or anything to actually own "Pokemon"? Noooo.
Author's Note: This is a Crimson piece. I'm think of doing more of these, because my first Crimson piece (about the magikarp) was really bad, so I'm going to try to do better.
Mother would have given me a name. Father might have called me his greatest son. My sisters would have been annoyed with me, and my brothers could have taught my things. I could have been the center of attention. I could have learned to be a proud Drowzee.
But then again, that's not gonna happen.
Mother was captured by a little girl. Father killed shortly after by humans for using his physic powers on humans. My brothers and sisters scattered in all directions and I don't know where they are anymore. As for me, I was the youngest Drowzee of my family.
I wasn't even named yet.
But maybe my parents were abusive, and my brothers and sisters would tease me. They could have been a bad family. Maybe it is if I've better off alone, without thoughts about my family. The family I never knew.
But it would be nice to know them.
It's all the humans fault. It's always their fault. The Drowzee have been under their control for centeries, and they always need more. In this place there are many, many Drowzee. My trainer left me here to.. Die.
I was too weak and young for him.
I am proud to be a Drowzee. I say to the other Drowzee here. They only look away sadly. They think I'm crazy and strange. They've been here too long. They feel sorry for me, because I don't "understand."
But it's really me that feel sorry for them.
I looked at the Drowzee that's been here the longest. He turns towards me. He's almost like a father. I wish my father was alive.
I know this.
I say. I was right, and they all knew this. Never did anything about it though. They would never dare disobey a human. We were being used. This was after all Crimson.
But no one seemed to care about us here.
Crimson is such a horrible city that pokemon stay far away as possible from here. But this is only where trainers dump their pokemon when they don't want us anymore. Today is my turn to be tested.
I would rather die.
If the pokemon would rebel than we could all leave, but their trainers left them here. Their trainers said for them to be good. They would never rebel. These pokemon, after being pampered and loved, are pitiful.
But what is it like to be loved?
I scream and scream. No one to hear me, because no one wants to. They have heard these cries before. Then one day it will be their turn to scream these screams. That day, I hope will come soon. How could they let me suffer?
I want them to die too.
The blade comes an inch toward my nose, when I know this is the end of a horrible beginning. My pointless life was going to end right there and then. My nose was being cut up! The blood was spilling and you could see the tissues inside. They didn't even bother to kill me first. They didn't bother to put my to sleep. They didn't bother to do anything! These stupid people. They can cut me up all they want, just to see what a pokemon is like on the inside. I can tell you. Pokemon, here in Crimson, on the inside are sad. I'm fading away. I wish humans would leave me alone.
But I'll be with father now.
Disclaimer: So.? Do you think I have enough money, power, or anything to actually own "Pokemon"? Noooo.
Author's Note: This is a Crimson piece. I'm think of doing more of these, because my first Crimson piece (about the magikarp) was really bad, so I'm going to try to do better.