Me own umbreon. Me own espeon. If you think me own pokemon copyrights, you no own brain.
Five-Sided Coin.
By Farla
The irony of it all. To be thrown out because of my evolution, when most normal trainers would have jumped for joy.
I thought my trainer was nice. He wasn't one of the many dark type haters. In fact, he WANTED one. He already had an espeon, a muk, and a beedrill, so he wanted a dark type to fight psychic pokemon.
I knew, when he took me, that he wanted me to evolve into a umbreon. I heard him talking with the human who then owned me. Personally I had always liked the idea of becoming an espeon or maybe a vaporeon better, but he was my master now.
He was always nice to me. It still took me a while to evolve, because I didn't really feel all that happy about belonging to my new master or becoming an umbreon. I had always liked the daytime, and in fact was scared of the dark. Still, happiness isn't always it. I wasn't close friends with my new master -I couldn't shake the thought he didn't care about me, only what I would become and do- but I figured once I evolved that would change. Besides, friendship isn't always it. The third factor is taming, or obedience to your master. I was evolving into something I didn't really want to be for him. How much more obedient can you get?
But I screwed it up. I evolved during the day, by accident. And now I was an espeon.
My trainer didn't even wait for the glow to fade. The moment my tail started to split, he recalled me and tossed out my pokeball.
When I managed to get out, I at least got to avoid the period of uncertainly most abandoned pokemon go through, of not wanting to believe their master left them. I knew he had.
So, my personal feelings are screw him, screw belonging to someone, and the rest of humanity can drop dead. I would never have thought of that before as eevee, but evolution really changes your view on things. Well, that and being abandoned.
Oh, sure, I could just go and find another trainer. Most would be happy for an espeon. But so what? Most trainers would hate an umbreon. A water-type trainer would have dumped me if I hadn't become a vaporeon for them. An electric-type trainer would have dumped me if I hadn't become jolteon, and a fire trainer if I didn't become a flareon. Why should I go to someone who would abandon me just depending on what I evolved into? I could have become any one of five creatures, no one better or worse then the others. Yet just because it wasn't their particular preference, or the one that would round out their team, they would abandon me.
So I'm not going back to lie at some human's feet and listen to them lie about how they really care about me. They abandoned me and I aim to stay abandoned.
