"I'm just a shadow," I thought to myself in one of my daily hazes of depression, when I lingered too long on thoughts of my existence, "Less than a shadow, a cast off shell." I was a shedinja, the empty shell that a nincada leaves behind when it evolves into a ninjask, that, occasionally, if the right conditions are met, gains sentience. I was a just a shade of the old pokemon that my ninjask counterpart used to be, as nincada, when they evolve, turn into a different pokemon, with me as the part that wouldn't change. I was a weak sliver of the nincada I used to be a part of, and while my ability was one of the most envied, I was thrown out by my old trainer.
Humans caught pokemon, which helped them win competitions, while helping the pokemon live. Giving them food and shelter, making them stronger, and giving them an opportunity to mate. You might see why I was a bit distraught now that I was alone. A crushing depression was a natural trait of us shedinja. Mine was only made stronger by my abandonment. It happened to many shedinja, even wild ones, thrown out of their old clans. Before I was caught, I saw many shedinja shunned. I even did it myself. If I was superstitious, I'd say karma, but I'm not.
There were rumors that, if you looked deep enough into the hole on a shedinja's back, it would steal your soul. I don't think they were true. I think a lot of rumors and legends were all tales. Like that banette one. But other pokemon didn't seem to have my sense. I was shunned by all who saw me. A young human, not able to talk yet, walked over to me, once. His parent started crying, and a trainer human got between me and the child, before threatening me. I left quickly.
I've been wandering the region recently. I have no goals, no plans, no desires, and no idea what to do or where to go. I think it'll come to me sometime, it being what do next. Otherwise, I'll just continue floating along, for the next few hundred years of life that I'm all but guaranteed, being a ghost type, as we have very long life spans. I'll stop to wallow in self pity every few hours. Perhaps pick up drinking or something. I hear that helps. I heard monologues were time consuming, and here I am. Well, a while has passed, so I guess I got what I wanted, a thing to waste the time.
I'm passing a small forest, like my old one. I hear tons of nincada, as expected. They're looking away. Funny, huh? They'll remember that when they evolve, and at the same time, they won't. One mind splitting into two sure is confusing. I think I've become asexual, I used to be such a pervert, and now I barely notice the females. I don't notice the males either, so I know I haven't become homosexual. Now that is interesting.
Some say that all ghost pokemon have a specific negative emotion assigned to them. I remember that banette is revenge, because it goes with the tale. Shedinja must be depression in that philosophy. Of course, I think that's all taurosshit. I'm not a superstitious nut. That's the kind of crap that ruins our reputation. Us being ghost types.
I wish I slept more. It would really help pass the time. I only sleep an hour a day. I'm getting a headache. I'll pause the monologue for now.