By: Cooler
I should have listened to him when I was a charizard.
He took me in as a charmander because he cared about me.
And then I wonder,
Why should I have listened to him anyway?
In one battle he was really stupid.
He almost killed his Pikachu for his stupidity.
He made a wrong move and tried to fix it.
All of us watched eagerly in the hospital, waiting to see if the Pikachu could make it.
I believe I was still a charmander back then.
But, then, I haven't had a good enough memory.
We were waiting, shocked at the boy that he would pull something like this. And that's when I knew that I hated him in a way.
He wanted to evolve it for one battle.
If the Pikachu hadn't pushed him away, he probably would have went right along with it. All for one battle.
Now, when I was a charizard, I only saved HIM for one reason. If he was to die, I would do the honor. And at the time, I wasn't quite ready. I mean, it's one thing to watch an accident, but it's another thing to actually make the accident.
I was scared of him, afraid he would try to find out if I had another evolution with a fire stone. I didn't listen to him. I didn't obey.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew I should have. Somewhere deep inside, before I got stuffed in "the box".
Sure, he let me go to the valley, but he picked me up a few years later. By then, I was ready to obey him. But when I looked at him, he seemed different. He wasn't as friendly as normal. He seemed angry that he even saw me, but Brock pushed him on. I don't know where Misty was, and I knew I wouldn't find out.
When a trainer gives you that look, you know you're not their favorite Pokemon. In fact, I didn't even see Pikachu. Instead, I saw 18 master-balls clipped to his belt. This wasn't a good sign. And I was sure he still had my old PokeBall.
Sure enough, he pulled out my old PokeBall. He had marked it with a dark black fire sticker. He said "Return, Charizard." And I knew it was the end.
Later that day I was stuffed into Bill's PC box number 25. It was almost full but there was a space reserved for me. I've always wondered how they got Pokemon into that PC. Now I know. It's awfully dreadful too. You feel like you have no body all of a sudden.
I got to know the local residents inside the box. They weren't so bad, although most said that they had been in the box for so long without food that they knew they would die soon.
My best friend in that box was a Raichu. I knew exactly who it was and beought up some old time talk.
Of course, it was former Pikachu. Ash had put it in a box ever since he had caught a Pichu.
We both died at about the same time. There was a new system management rule in the PC. If the box was full, two Pokemon would have to make room.
Well, it was me and Raichu. All ball was so small, that we were squeezed and suffocated. I'll truly never forgive Bill OR Ash. It was their fault, you know.
Well, me and Raichu are here right now, at the Lavender Town cemetery place. We're only visited by a few Pokemon that I had met a long time ago and some Charizards. We're not really missed.
We spend our days talking and wandering about the floors of this horrible bone storage. If you listen really hard, and look closely, maybe you'll see us, the two mournful Pokemon of Ash Ketchum.
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I don't know where I got this idea. Creepy though, isn't it?