He just wanted it to be over.
After that day, that day oh, so long ago, everything had changed. He had dreamed of that day coming for years and years. The longing of becoming a Pokémon trainer, he remembered it so well. But that day had come, and that day had ruined everything.
It had been fun at first. Just steam-rolling through Gyms, catching Pokémon, defeating the bad guys, all those things. Becoming the Champion had been fun, too, but afterwards, it had became too much to ignore.
In the beginning, he had been so excited about his journey that he had pretended to imagine the odd signs, but eventually it became too hard to ignore. Still, he had traveled, and once in a while, he met a person who was different, but they all became the same in the end. Ghosts? Phantoms? No, that couldn't be right. They all looked very much alive to him. They were just... empty.
He remembered going back home after becoming Champion. Upon visiting Mom, she was sitting in the exact same place he had last seen her in, this time offering him rest. Rest and nothing else. Nothing he ever said could change her reply. She stared at him, her expression unchanging, and forced him to rest once more.
"Mom!" he had yelled.
"You should take a quick rest."
Pause.
"Oh, good! You and your Pokémon are looking great. Take care now!"
"Mom!"
"You should take a quick rest."
Pause.
"Oh, good! You and your Pokémon are looking great. Take care now!"
"MOM!"
"You should take a quick rest."
Pause.
"Oh, good! You and your Pokémon are looking great. Take care now!"
"Please, Mom, please!"
"You should take a quick rest."
Pause.
"Oh, good! You and your Pokémon are looking great. Take care now!"
"MOM! MOM! MOM!"
"You should take a quick rest."
Pause.
"Oh, good! You and your Pokémon are looking great. Take care now!"
He had stared at her in horror, transfixed, for several minutes. He should not have been so surprised, after all, the whole world was the same. All the others who had appeared capable of free action had become empty shells within time too. But this was his mother. The woman who had raised him for years, the one person whom he had thought was safe from this horrible spell, curse, or whatever it was.
His eyes had filled with tears. His mother just stared. Not wanting to utter a sound that might trigger the same soulless response, he fled from the house.
He had traveled aimlessly since that day. Sometimes he had just wandered through towns, searching for a person who might be truly different. He had found no one.
And now, he was just longing for the same thing to happen to him. This way, the pain, the desperation would be all over. But he had no idea how to end it. He had not gone for suicide. As horrible as this world might be, he was still too much of a coward. He couldn't do it. So he traveled, and traveled, hoping that one day, he might not feel the pain anymore.
He took in his surroundings - a cave -, sighed, and stared at his Poké Balls for a few seconds. There didn't seem to be much to do, so he turned around and prepared to-
A young boy wearing a yellow-and-black cap was slowly reaching the top of Mt. Silver for the fifth time.
"..."
Having been greeted by the same lack of words as always, the battle begun.
A quick thing I thought of while playing Pokémon. Not that great, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. Reviews are welcomed.