Hi, people! Nice to see ya! This is a story inspired by 'Tales of Flame', which is really popular.
This fic will be full of dark themes, violence and sadness, and I don't own Pokémon.
?'s POV
This guy annoys the crap out of me.
Not literally.
Dumb Gyarados, I warned him to get off my territory a million times, and now I've had it.
I was gonna kill this flying blue poop.
I hissed at him, and then I go into psycho mode.
I roared loud, and that dumb dragon didn't flinch.
"Wassthematter, cutesy lil baby? You mad because I stepped in your lil' bed? Oooh, I'm so scared!"
I pounced forward, glowing white.
"Die."
I ripped the Gyarados in half, and then the blood splattered all over me.
Yum.
I ripped into the dragon's flesh with my teeth. A bit tough, but tasty. I heard some rustling sounds. It could be another Pokémon, so I wanted to be careful.
Nobody steals my meals.
Instead, a human kid walked up towards me.
"That. Was. So. COOL."
She cheered.
This girl was so strange. I wonder….
"Really? You're not utterly disgusted I just killed the stupid thing?"
"Course not. You're tough."
"Thanks kid.
"Say, uh, what's your name, uh…?"
Name? What is a name?"
"It's what others call you."
"The other Pokémon call me psycho."
"Okay then….Psycho…do you like fighting?"
"Yes."
"If you come with me you could fight, all the time. Sound like a plan?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"Agreed. Now, according to this map, the next big fight is north in this town and…"
"Wait."
My ears twitched.
"A storm is coming. We'll get soaked. Follow me."
I beelined to a random cave entrance, and she followed me without asking.
"We are here."
"Good. I got to set up my radio. There's a lottery broadcast from Goldenrod, and I don't wanna miss it. Oh, wait those Team Rocket jerks are occupying the station."
"Rockets?"
"Criminals."
"Can we kill them?"
"I guess."
"One more thing..."
"Yeah?"
"How do you know what I'm saying?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but a boom of thunder cut her off.
I'm sorry its short. If you think it's too gory later then I'll change to M.