Did you ever once give a thought about me?
Did you maybe think that I didn't want to go to that island and face that… creature? That Gut wrenching amalgamation of God's failures. You made me catch it, just so you could get free items. You make me sick! All the nightmares I had about that thing residing in my PC just waiting for me to lower my guard. Well guess what? I released it. That thing is back where it belongs and you can't do anything about it!
But I guess you don't care about that do you? After all I was just a little puppet designed to give you a few hours of enjoyment, then you would leave me and go off and torture your next victim for your twisted pleasure while I was forced to the peak of that mountain, forever waiting until I could finally meet you again.
Three long years passed, although it seems like so much longer when you have no need for sleep or nourishment. You finally came wearing your new facade, a small boy with a gold cap and determination in his eyes as if he was controlling his actions. How childish. I could see you were the one pulling his strings from the moment I met him… But, I suppose you were still controlling me as well.
His Pokémon were strong and still had the will to fight. I envy them. I tried not to notice the mixture of sadness and relief in my Pikachu's eyes when the final burst of fire was delivered by my foe's Flareon… We hadn't felt warmth for so long. I recalled the small lifeless body and did my best to exploit your type's weakness. Part of me came alive at the thrill of the battle even though my excitement was short lived.
My final Pokémon eventually succumbed to your relentless bursts of electricity. I had never heard Lapras scream like that. Your puppet cheered and I could only manage a sigh as the chains of slavery finally broke. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I knew just what I was going to do with my new found freedom. I took a couple of steps back and felt the mountain slope down into the abyss. You knew what I was planning. You did your best to protect your little pet from witnessing it. Seeing things like that can scar children you know?
One more step back and I felt gravity take its hold of me as I careened on the side of the mountain. Before I knew it I was falling. Falling into a land of peace, where I control my own actions. You still don't care. No one ever cared. I was just a toy. And nobody will remember my name when I am gone. The only thing I will have left behind is footprints in the snow.
Just Footprints in the snow.
A/N: I realize what I have done to Red as I write this.