I finished Explorers of Sky and I just ended up watching an anime called Psycho Pass which is thought-provoking af, so here's a story fetus. May or may not continue this, like all the other kids left in the rain dying and all.

I disclaim Pokemon.

"People protect the law. These monsters think it will forever be the other way around."

I sloppily raise my tin can, a few drops of liquor from it tempted to fall and splash on the floor, whilst another can clashes with my own in a casual toast. Never could I have agreed more towards this statement, nor in any other way as well.

Never could I have ever disagreed with anything this man says.

Never could I have declined the offer to run away with him.

A houndoom's leash serves its purpose of keeping the poor 'mon on the ground: to think in a dull pattern of "what do I bring for tomorrow" or "I should do this ASAP." This leash may succumb to the idea of releasing such a houndoom, and then no longer would he be tame; he would be a feral mightyena that can aspire, dream, inspire, and yearn for something, and to fo as he pleases for the first time and the rest of his life.

I am like this houndoom, except I am one whose grown out of his shell, and is unafraid about his leash chasing him for living an unorthodox lifestyle.

However, at the same time, I am not. I am a creature merely labelled with the species name, Vulpix. To top it all off, I'm given another name, "Anneka," just so they could identify me from all the common "vulpix" out there. To think that way, such a society must mean we have no potential to stand out on our own.

And that is why I run.

I am a curious spirit, daring enough to hit and run, to bite off the leash I can't go far with starting from Day One. And I dream to discover their true secret; to herald the truth behind the blanket of illusion that calls this a "perfect world."

No, perhaps I should rephrase that.

We dream to discover, and we dream to show the world this dystopian perfection.

You see, I just did a toast with a valuable pokemon. This "Phanpy" beside me, this skinny blue elephant who claims to be labelled "Soren," is like a piece of literature. He has shown me theories, theories that sound too real to be a theory. He is the only deception that reveals truth.

And, our all-too-similar interests being so, we run as a couple. Not as partners-in-crime, and most certainly not colleagues.

And I find that this strong bond we share must be the only genuine... "love" that exists in a generation where wires and holograms are top-priority. Our full potential is put in its place by hi-tech guns, and feelings are forcibly discarded to make room for...improvement. I scoff at that, and so I wake up from my daydream to a reality.

Soren stares at me, small smile etched beneath his trunk as she crosses his blue arms. "Lost in your beautiful brain, Anneka? One's mind is very vast, but the power to synchronize with another's would be wonderful."

I smirk, embers flaring out of my black snout, clenching my can of empty beer.

"Haha, well I wouldn't dream of playing the houndoom like everyone else."

And so I walk off, with Soren nodding in approval, as the hunt resumes once more.