Extra 1 – Oak
The poke ball was dark. Oak was glad for the darkness, and quiet. He opened his eyes, confirming he was in the ball, though the sensation of floating was enough to tell him that he was. "I'm a murderer," he thought to himself. Perhaps he should leave, run away. He hadn't wanted to cause the girl any trouble; after all she'd been brave enough to attack the mad poochyena.
'She's not alone,' he thought as a small wurmple showed up in the dark, not exactly glowing but it was the only thing he could see. He had to want light to make light. The darkness was more comforting now. He looked over the picture of the wurmple, the spines were smaller than even the ones he'd seen outside the breeding yard, and her speed had indicated how weak she was. 'But, the young one isn't strong enough, what was her name?' He thought to himself thinking back to Felix, bringing forth a picture of Felix next to the wurmple, floating in space. Sound reverberated throughout the space from the two figures. That's right. His trainer was Felix, and the wurmple Lepodeptera.
'The bug isn't strong enough,' he thought. 'It won't ever be strong enough to take on the league. After all that's what I've been bred for, its why Birch was holding on to me. To be trained to prove myself like my parents before me.' He clenched his fingers dismissing the two figures from his sight pulling up a new one, the torchic who had died. The image was from before the fire type had fought with him, and unlike the first two it spoke.
"Why? Why did you kill me? I thought we were friends sawgrass," the torchic spoke using his birth name. He and Charcoal had grown up together at another lab, a lab dedicated to repopulate areas with rare pokemon. Them being picked to be used by trainers taking the league challenge was special, and was good for both the pokemon and the research center by being poster pokemon for their species.
"It was an accident," Oak told him, slowly. "I didn't want to kill you. I didn't know it'd kill you," he told the image, feeling his body shake.
The torchic, Charcoal/Brasier ruffled his feathers and spoke. "An accident? You were always jealous of the others who got picked by trainers before you."
What the image said was true; he was always over looked compared to the duel type starters. He hated being the one that didn't have an extra type. He remembered learning how fire could hurt him and that water was no big deal. While pokemon didn't name the types they did know what types of moves to avoid and which ones were mostly safe. He'd learned about duel types from listening to the breeders though. It was easy to pick up.
"But I wouldn't have killed you over it!" He cried at the image, "You were a friend, we spared together, we said we'd become champions!"
The torchic closed its eyes and turned away, walking back into the darkness becoming smaller and smaller, "Charcoal! Brasier! Please don't leave!"
The torchic turned back, its eyes fogged. It stared through him for a second before continuing on disappearing into the darkness. "It was an accident! I'm not a murderer!" Oak cried hearing his screams echo off the inside of the pokeball. He pressed his hands to his face, closing them and crying into the darkness. At least here in the pokeball no one could see him.