A/N: Hey, all. I'm Uranium Whale, and this is my first fanfiction. Please tell me what I can approve in the comments.
Loneliness is a strange thing.
You'd think that loneliness would be an adjective, just an adjective, that they are alone.
In this case, you have no idea what it's like to be alone.
My trainer died a year ago. I am now a Scizor in the wild. Alone. Lonely. I don't want another trainer. I don't want to be captured again. I just want to be free and stop Team Rocket any way I can.
When he died, due to an accident involving Team Rocket, I vowed to avenge him. And I tried. But I couldn't. One Pokémon is not enough. You'd need an army.
But, I was never one to rally up people.
Now, I just generally avoid Team Rocket, trying to maybe knock out one person or two. However, that's as good as I can get...
...unless I get a companion. About 3 months after my trainer's death, I found an Pidgeotto willing to help me attack Team Rocket. Things were going well at were, at our best, attacking their executives. They actually regarded us as a threat.
That is, one day, until betrayal struck.
I don't know how long my friend believed the propaganda they put out, but he did. One day, he attacked me. He said gibberish about Team Rocket. I knocked him out and threw him towards an Team Rocket patrol. I then ran as fast as I could away. Away from the betrayal.
I was lonely from then on again.
Even now, I sort of wish for it to end. But, life goes on. One day, I hope I'm with a trainer that captures me, then goes on to defeat Team Rocket.
They need me.
I have a secret they don't know that can disband Team Rocket for good.
A/N: That's right, a tiny cliffhanger. I'll make a sequel to this one day. But for now, wonder, and review!