I don't own Poke'mon. Though that really sucks…
Anyways, this is a tribute to the best Poke'mon, otherwise known as my favorites. Here we go…
I Only Look for Fun…
Humans. They fear us. All that we find fun or harmless they find unnerving or creepy. When we play a joke they run away screaming, vowing revenge. But nothing can harm a Ghost…
Footprints of a departed soul, left on the earth for reasons unknown. Maybe to accomplish something that we forgot in our original bodies. Maybe to find some unknown thing. Maybe to complete an unknown quest. Even my path remains shrouded in secrecy, something not even the most adept Espeon can sense. They call us Poisonous, creatures of evil. Yet we haven't killed a single one like they killed, trapped, or poisoned us. My friend was once a good soul. She had a body, and could understand us like wild Pokemon can. But the humans, they hated her for reasons unknown. As though we represent emptiness, soulless hate and greed. Yet they kill and murder and destroy what takes us a lifetime to create in seconds. Oh the sickening irony…
My friend, she and her cub were playing in heights. We were helping her with the cub whenever she needed a break, making him laugh and learn about life. Then they came again. Even the Channelers could sense that something was amiss. They killed my friend, and the cub was taken from his mother's body to the house of the same species that sought to deprive her of her eternity. And she joined our ranks, now bitter, and truly heartless. She haunted the stairs until another human calmed her. And she departed to the afterlife. Wish I could do the same. Another trainer went from our tower, understanding us. My brother, a Haunter went with him. I asked why, and he told us the trainer needed help with our feared enemy, Alakazam. He still hasn't returned. I'm not sure why, but I know that it could definitely be worse. He could have departed without me to guide him into the afterlife. I, Gengar, wish that life were as simple as it was those centuries or millennia ago when my body rushed away. But it isn't, and I'm tortured here for no reason.
Maybe its Nature's cruel logic, or the will of a higher being to decide who goes and who stays. But I know I was lucky and unlucky. I know I can't change a thing.
I know I disobeyed my earlier logic. I was planning to do a Goldeen, but decided on Gengar for a reason. I wanted to show how serious Pokemon can be, even if the anime showed 'em to be funny. Oh the irony. Otherwise please review.