I have no voice of my own.
People and Pokemon pass me by, talking about whatever they choose. But I just sit there silently, watching them with envy. They can communicate, but I can't. They talk and talk and talk and talk, all in front of someone who can't. That's like eating a 3-course feast of a meal in front of someone who has no food. Or saying "Hey, look at that rainbow!" to a Deino, who is blind as they get. It's cruel. It's mean.
But I don't hate them for it.
They don't understand my pain, and most of them never will. I have tried and tried to join in on their conversations, but they just look at me weird, or laugh as though I'm a big joke. Then I have no choice but to join in the laughter and act like I wasn't trying to say anything of importance.
But I was.
I am nothing but a joke; a sense of entertainment; a clown not to be taken seriously. That's what the world thinks of me.
The world is my prison, and my body the jailer. I don't know what it's like to sing something you wrote. I've written plenty of songs a bird pokemon could sing, but I cannot, and I have no way of telling about them, so they are destined never to be sung.
Until I found this Trainer's phone, I never thought anyone would understand how I feel. Even now I doubt my ability to express the hell I go through every minute of my life. Every time someone tries to talk to me I feel the heartbreak as I am forced to repeat.
I type this while you are out catching wild Pokemon, and I hope you come back. Maybe you'll understand. Maybe you'll be the one to finally treat me like an actual Pokemon. But for now, I'll just be repeating anything anyone says, desperately searching for my own voice, because I'm sick of the silence.
Repetition.
That's all I can do.
That's all I know how to do.
But please…
Let me write my songs for you...
~Chatot.
I stared at my phone, with this foreign message in my documents files on it. Chatot? Is this the same Chatot that chills by my window every day? Waking me up with it's racket it makes banging the window? Could that have been a call for attention, for SOMEONE to take it seriously?
"...Chatot?"
The bird Pokemon fluttered down just outside the window I left open, hope brimming in it's eyes...
"Let's see if you can write those songs."