Pokemon is not mine
They said that I was perfect.
That my existence itself was perfect.
But I beg to differ.
They said that my gift of hope is perfect.
But I beg to differ once again.
They said that I was perfect, because I do not know fear.
And that is the reason that I know that I am not perfect.
I am in fact, dreadfully incomplete.
Dreadfully imperfect.
If I do not know fear, how could my gift of hope be perfect?
Fear is the flip side of hope.
Without fear, nobody will hope.
Without hope, nobody will fear.
People hope because their worse fears are happening.
People fear because they are afraid that their hopes will be shattered.
All this, I had observed over time.
At first, when I was still newly created, I too, thought myself perfect, that my gift was perfect, thus, I showered my gifts upon tons of beings.
But, what I had thought to be a great favor done by me, was actually a horror created.
Those beings whom I had showered my gift with, no longer feared, just like me.
But do they hope now?
No, they no longer hope.
When I had realized this, I was horrified, my whole life seemed to be all lies.
My gift is not perfect.
I am not perfect.
My existence is not perfect.
This is why I no longer showed myself.
I no longer shared my gift with anyone.
I kept the torturous gift, not wanting to cause other beings to be a monster like me.
But they had thought that I was selfish, that I should share my gift with them.
That's why the humans are coming.
Coming with their traitorous pokemon and accursed masterball.
But I will not hide.
Because I do not fear.
Because I cannot fear.
I had thought that not fearing itself was hoping, but I was wrong.
It is two entirely different things.
And not fearing will cause your demise.
That I, realized, at the exact split moment that I was captured.
But still...
I do not fear.
Yay! Finally I managed to write something more like my previous style . Finally something that is not humor...
By the way, this title sucks, any suggestions for another one?