Sunlight had cut its way through the bushes that I had been hiding in. All the leaves provided a dark, warm shelter that was far from comfortable, but not a soul would bother to check in it.
My eyes shuttered as I lifted my head up with a yawn. After adjusting to light, I crawled out from under my bush, wiggling through the many branches it hid beneath its green, plentiful leaves. There was nothing in sight beyond the rest of the forest. No trainers, none of their foolish Pokemon, just the sound of Kricketune, and just me. I lowered my guard as I went here and there, sniffing around, and caught a scent: a Rattata. I kept sniffing around, not bothering with a Pokemon that was likely in its den sleeping, and came back to my bush.
Oran Berries were plentiful, more than enough to feed a whole pack of Vulpix if they lived around here. I plucked one off of the bush and almost ate the whole thing in one bite, I chewed and swallowed. I growled when I finished. Memories came to mind back to when a human once controlled my life.
Being forced to fight for it, often losing due to how frail a Vulpix is, and being yelled out. Sure, they'd say sorry for yelling and tend to my wounds, but why did I gain those wounds in the first place? The never ending void that was the inside of my Pokeball flooded my mind, it felt like sleep paralysis, and I only ever saw the light of day when I had to fight or eat. One of the things I had to eat was Oran Berries due to how often I lost battles.
After I evolved, I started winning battles far more, but one day I was let out to fight an Ursurang, a wild one. Then a thought came to me: what if I just let my trainer get hit by this thing's attacks? And that is exactly what I had done, swiftly avoiding being hit by what looked like Mega Punch. The Pokemon's momentum kept its attack driving forward, right into my trainer's chest. I could tell that they were dead before their corpse flew into a nearby tree. Urusrang turned its focus on me, and I used Confuse Ray on it. I ran behind a tree and hid.
That night a group of people came by in blue uniforms. With the help of a bunch of Growlithe and Arcanine, they killed the Ursurang, and looked around to try and find me. Looking in every hollow tree trunk, looking up the trees, behind them, but never inside of any of the bushes. They never managed even get a glimpse, and they assumed I got killed and dragged away by another Pokemon. Afterwards they took my trainer's body, likely to send it off to his family for a funeral service. It's a shame really, if my trainer was even remotely nice, I would've put my life on the line for him.
A year later and here I am; eating Oran Berries for breakfast. I felt some relief, knowing that I can just eat these berries without a human forcing them down my throat. Even if they still brought back memories that I long to forget.
By the fifth berry, I was full. I then started walking, I had been walking ever since my trainer got killed, no sense of direction, no rhyme or reason to it. I just wandered around, looking for something that might pique my interest. Through cities, towns, it didn't matter where I went, but I just wanted to see the world I barely ever got a glimpse of.
The only times I had stopped, was to eat, whether it be berries or something I hunted down myself, or to sleep. It is quite nice wandering around cities full of people who seem to pay no mind to me; they likely thought I was a stray or somebody owned me. It also felt nice to finally explore this world I barely even got a glimpse of due to being in my Pokeball almost my entire life. Hopefully I can find a beach somewhere, just to relax to the sound of the waves hitting the shore, laying in the hot sand, that would be the dream.
Hopefully my aimless wandering will bring me to that desired destination, if it doesn't any time soon, I have a thousand more years to do so. I have all the time in the world to do whatever I please with nobody to tell me otherwise. Aside from maybe running into a pack of Pokemon that didn't like me for whatever reason, there is no real threat to me.
"Whoa! Is that a Ninetales?" my head snapped to the side, a kid was standing on a trail, and staring at me. On his belt were three Pokeballs and in hand was another. "Go Squirtle!" he yelled as he threw his Pokeball out. This one was likely a beginner, I can just work up an illusion and leave unharmed, but I sat down and waited for the child and his Pokemon to make their first move.
The trainer told his Squirtle to use a Water attack, which I quickly shot a Flamethrower, blasting right on through and hitting the Water Type. The flames died down and it was down on its back, and struggling to get up. "You and your trainer are fools," I growled before walking away. The child ran to help his Squirtle up, sounding quite worried about his Pokemon. If I had a trainer like that, perhaps I wouldn't hate them as much.
Eventually, with enough wandering, I could hear the sounds of cars honking, the smells those cars emitted, and salt? My eyes caught a sign overhead; I was walking into a city.