I was sitting on a cold snow, waiting for rescuers to come. It was three days already, and all the food was gone. We were flying on a plane right on schedule, taking a short way from Hoenn to Sinnoh. Suddenly, the plane started falling, I don't know what happened - everything went dark so fast and then a loud crash. I got out of wreckage and realised - only me and my pokemon survived. Good thing I refused to part with them and put them in a separate section for pokeballs on plane. I found some food and safety communications and managed to connect with rescuers. They said that they move out immediately, but it will take them some time to get to me, with blizzard raging down the peak and avalanche dangers. I let out my pokemon and told them that I would keep them in their balls and feed them once a day to preserve the rations and manage until the rescuers come. My trusted buddies, they all understood it, except one, my only hated pokemon. Doesn't he understand the hardship we got in? Doesn't it ring a bell for him that he spends less calories in his ball, not wasting them on shivering and moving? I felt my anger rising, but quickly took control of myself. I would never hit my friends, my loved family members. And I will not break that rule even for him.
Two days passed, but rescuers were nowhere to be seen. I tried connecting to them, but failed - the disturbance is just too strong. And batteries in my own stuff died too. And no working charge on a whole plane left. I let out my friends once a day to feed them. They all took it strongly, except for that one. How I hate him. I regret the day I bought him from that crook. Wasted money.
Dawn of a third day came and food was almost out. I felt that the rescuers must be close. But there might be not enough food for everyone, so I decided to feed them one by one. That hated beast was last. There was really not much left, but still enough for his size. He is not happy. He lies there, drilling me with his eyes, blabbering something with his mouth. Wait a minute? He is insulting me! Me, his master! For a trouble that I'm not guilty for! I feel the rage boiling up, I can't stop it. If he goes on, I won't be able to control myself. I see in his flaming eyes that he feels it. His blabbering gets worse, he is heated and badmouthes me more and more. Filthy beast! I hate you! Losing control I grab the most nearest thing and hit him in the head with all my might! Shut Up! His eyes fill with blood, but that only seems to fire him more. SHUT! UP! I proceed to pummel him with steel piece. Again and again I hit him, the unloved, the hated, the despicable beast, the only one I regret owning and calling my pokemon!
I drop the blooded steel...his head is crushed, his eyes gone, he will no longer say these things. I spent too much power, I feel hungry. His body, his round body...at least he will nourish me until the rescue comes. His only purpose.
The flame dances in the carcass of the plane. As the body of a Magicarp is grilled on a crowbar over the fire, I slice a piece and eat it. My painful howl roars into the wind above - WHY? WHY? WHY THERE IS NO TARTARE SAUCE?
His skeleton lies near, some hours have already passed, and I start feeling numb. In the distance, several lights flicker.