Forever, I sat all alone in Celedon Mansion.
Nobody loved me. I just sat rotting in a Pokeball.
But one day, a trainer came! He took me, and kept me with him.
I thought this was going to be the best time of my life.
But I was wrong. Now I am covered in my master's blood.
Here, is my tale.
A boy named Enari took me. But he had no intention of loving me.
As soon as he got me, he took me to the department store.
We went up to the fourth floor: Wiseman Gifts.
He went up to the counter, and asked for one of each evolution stone.
We left the building, and headed for the next route. I was so exited for my first battle!
But-What is he doing? He's taking me out of the Pokeball;
But there's no trainer. Maybe he's gonna play with me!
No, no. What's that blue rock? No! I don't want to evolve!
But too late, it was. I was already a Vaporeon.
Time passed, and I was a bit stronger, but much weaker than the rest.
Enari scourned me for "Being such a weakling."
But one day, after so long, he took me out of the Pokeball again!
Maybe he wants to love me now!
No, no. What's that CD looking thing? No, don't force me to learn a move!
But it happened too fast. He forced me to learn Surf. He had to hold me down while I struggled.
He takes me out once more in small Pallet Town. He beat me as I refused to ferry him across the water.
After getting bruised, and broken, my blood in a small pool, I obeyed.
As I swam, a trail of blood followed.
When we got to Cinnabar, he tried to trap me in that Pokeball...
But I evaded it.
When I had an opening, I lunged at Enari. He screeched, and all the citizens stared.
But did I care?
No.
I cared as much as Enari cared about me.
None at all.
I slashed at Enari with sharp claws.
For so long, I suffered.
Now it's your turn...
Maybe if you hadn't treated me as a slave...
I wouldn't have murdered.
Why did you do it?
Why, master?