Summary: Let me tell you about him.
My Pokemon
I had a Pokemon. It was a Bayleaf. I always thought I was a good trainer. I took good care of my Pokemon. I was pretty poor though and couldn't afford the best supplies. I still did my best. It was good I really didn't have any others. He was the only one I got from the Trainer's center when I was just eight years old. He was my best friend. I trained him hard but I also love him and he loved me back like a good friend. I went out to try and capture wild Pokemon and tame them, but I never was any good with it. I was too young and didn't know what I was doing. I lost a lot and lots of times I had to grab him and run because I figured we were both going to get beaten up. He didn't like to leave though. I think he figured he could protect me.
One day, it was raining. I remember it. I kissed mom goodbye, walked out with him and we headed to the forest again. There was a nice spot by the river there. Lots of weaker Pokemon lived by it, but I didn't really go trying to bother them because I still never could get the whole battling and capturing thing down. I think he was annoyed by me sometimes for that. But we just had fun being together. I picked up a stick and we started playing fetch. Then I threw it too hard and it landed in some bushes. He was going to get it and bring it back but then he stopped. I never saw him look the way he did, but it was sure one heck of a face. I walked over and saw the same thing. There was this weird shrine there, at the mouth of a cave. It was pretty hidden, all covered in shrubs and vines and overgrowth. Needless to say, it did look kind of creepy. But it also looked interesting, too. I started walking closer but Bayleaf just ran in front of me and gave me a look. I shrugged it off and kept walking. Boy, he was surprised. And then mad.
I went inside deeper and looked around. It was kind of normal like you'd expect a weird old musty cave to be. Nothing too special. Until of course I walked down the hill and saw this wider part. It started to get weirder then. There were these big old drawings all over the walls, of something. Something old and probably from a different culture, something I never knew about because I fell asleep in history so many times. History was boring. I only wanted to learn about Pokemon. Well I sure wished I had known about this one. So on the walls I came up on this huge picture of some Pokemon I'd never seen before. Big. Mean looking. Creepy, actually. Teeth, red eyes, horns, claws. Dangerous looking. There was Bayleaf at my heels then, trying to drag me back. He was really upset. Panicked was more like it. I just kept staring. Those eyes. They were so bizarre.
Well there was nothing else to do in here as the cave was empty thank goodness, and those eyes were starting to creep me out a lot so I turned around and took Bayleaf with me. He was more than happy to go. We walked back without even looking over the shoulder. I didn't feel like it. Something told me not to. Not that I was suspecting to see that big old creepy Pokemon painted on the cave wall in the flesh coming after me, mind you. I wasn't that scared and that Pokemon wasn't even real. It was something a group of punks made as tried to set up as a story to trick younger kids into believing. You know, one of those old hazing rituals. Try to dare them to stand in the cave for an hour all alone or something. See who could actually do it without freaking.
Oh. This story has nothing to do with anything, really. Sorry I get off topic like this but these days my mind tends to wander a lot. Anyway, my Pokemon. He was a good Pokemon. Got hit by a drunk driver one day when I was walking home from school. Never got the creep who did it. Yeah, it still ticks me off when I think about it. Could have been me, but he jumped out first to save me and everything. Guess I can't hold that against him even though I probably would have survived, being bigger and all. Then again, I'm not sure. My mom sure was happy it was me that survived anyway. She just told me she'd save up to get me a new Pokemon one day. I told her don't bother I didn't want another one. I'll never want another one.
But one of my friends did tell me this one Ghost Pokemon would be good for reaching the spirits of other deceased Pokemon. I dunno if he was just pulling my leg though. Seems like a rotten thing to do. He also told me the only way to contact this special Ghost Pokemon was to be dead yourself. Or dying. Even just for a few minutes, I guess.
Well, we'll see.