A/N: Hey guys, welcome back to RubberChu! This is chapter two! Before we get into this, yes I know I have ALOT of incomplete fanfics, and I know that I still have to reboot "Unspoken Love". But don't worry, I'll get to those soon. Just, at the moment, I'm focusing on "RubberChu", "Just Monika", and trying to fix the timeline of "PokeToons". I've got a lot on my plate. Ok, enjoy!

I lived in a creek, deep in the forest. In the creek, was a small village, where electric and water type pokemon lived together. They called the village, "Shallow Creek."

They were happy there. They played together, they sang together, they hunted together, and they ate together. They lived together in harmony. They all enjoyed each other's company, and they pretty much had perfect lives. The village was ALMOST perfect. But of course, they had one major mistake. That… was me.

I was the odd one out. A mistake, some called me. A freak of nature, others called me. And others called me all sorts of names. Weirdo, freak, gross, thing, etc. I'd rather not name any more.

I was a pikachu, but with a few flaws. I'll just quickly sum it up. One, I was elastic. And Two, I looked a tad different from a regular pikachu. My ears were rounder and smoother rather than pointy, and my tail was rounder and flimsier, than it was sharp and rectangular. I also had a rubber tuft on my head.

Also, I didn't have much fur. My body is rubbery. So I didn't have that "soft and fuzzy" appeal normal pikachus had.

I was the only pokemon in the village that they minded. It was because I'm rubber. I'm not normal. I'm different. And to them, I was a bad omen.

I always avoided the public, because if I didn't, they'd make me suffer. They said spiteful things to me, they gave me dirty looks, they even kept their children away from me, telling them that I was some sort of monster, or that if they came near me, that they would catch what I had.

And because of that, I kept myself secluded in my burrow. It was the only place where I could be alone. It was the only place where I could be at peace. It was the only place where the torture would stop. It's where I cried my eyes dry.

Anytime I left my burrow, I had to either keep a low profile, or sneak out at night, when everyone was asleep. I mainly snuck out at night, since it was the safest. I snuck out to either find food, attend some kind of event that was happening, or to simply get some fresh air.

I had nobody.

I had no friends, no family. Nobody to turn to, nobody to pick me up and carry me in their arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright, and that I was nothing to be ashamed of.

Unfortunately, I had nothing. I was alone. I played alone. I hunted alone. I ate alone, and I slept alone.

I sang alone.

There was only one song I knew. I didn't know how I knew it, but it was in my memories. I sometimes sang it, when I cried. It would make me feel better. Just a little though.

Again, I didn't know how I knew it. But I did. That song was the only thing I had. I had nothing else.

I was cursed. What I'd give to be normal.

Now you see why I'm so ashamed of what I am. I am nothing more than a laughing stock.

Being anything else would be quite a stretch.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Feel free to drop some reviews, but please keep the reviews about the fic. In other words, keep it on topic please.

Question of The Day: Is the glass half full, or half empty?

Honestly in my opinion, I think it's half full. It just sounds better, and it makes more sense. Especially since you would call a full cup "full", not "un-empty".

Stay Tuned!