Story of Snivy (OverAttractionShipping)
I really didn't like him.
He was a terrible trainer. It wasn't that he was a bumbling idiot or he just didn't know what he was doing or his skills just weren't up to par.
He just didn't care about his Pokémon.
One main strategy to raising Pokémon is about treating them with love and care. That's the kind of trainer I've grown up watching from afar out here in the wild. Many Pokémon like to remain wild, but I've always admired these caring trainers. I wanted to be caught by a trainer that would take care of me and tell me I was the worth the Pokémon I was meant to be. I had a lot to offer to these trainers. And one day, it was my dream to battle under one of these types of trainers.
But then he caught me off guard. He ordered his Darmanitan to attack me out of nowhere with the harshest of Fire-type attacks. I couldn't recover enough to run away.
He captured me.
I hated every minute of being considered his Pokémon. I wasn't a wild Pokémon anymore. I belonged to him.
His training methods were brutal. He forced his other Pokémon to fight me to near death and slapped the words training regimen on it. Are you kidding me? They were like puppets, attached to the strings with no mind of their own, no emotion. It was awful.
Sure, my battle skills improved immensely, but this wasn't what I wanted. What I would have ever wanted. My arms felt like they could do Fire-type moves themselves, they burned so much. And I'm a Grass-type. I was lucky if I got any rest. We were fed adequately considering we couldn't fight well if we didn't have at least something to eat. He hardly ever bothered to take us to Pokémon Centers, only when every one of his Pokémon were exhausted and he didn't have enough Super Potions for us all. If Pokémon abuse exists, he delivered it.
It was like he didn't have a soul. Whoever allowed him to have a Pokémon License was my main question.
I don't even know what he thought of Pokémon. I've heard of a group in a faraway region called Team Rocket who use Pokémon like tools. Maybe this guy was a former member.
All I knew was that I had to run away. I couldn't be a Pokémon that belonged to him. He was the complete opposite of what I looked for in a trainer.
Love was not a word that existed in his vocabulary. At all.
Trying to escape was impossible. Every time I was out of my Poké Ball, an attack was being thrown at me and I was getting thrown helplessly into the air. I had no idea how I was going to run away at the rate I was going.
But one day, an opportunity arose. It was a day when he wanted all of us to observe one another's battle. And when he had his back turned…
I was gone!
I ran as far as I could. Luckily, he had healed all of his Pokémon beforehand so I had enough strength in me to make sure I was far enough away. I say 'his Pokémon' instead of 'us' because I wasn't a part of that group anymore. Ever again.
After that experience, I wasn't sure if I could trust another human again. All of my dreams had been nearly shattered. Me working with another human? Didn't think so. It just wasn't possible.
But then I met him.
I was wandering through the forest one day and I smelled some food…so I took it. Being out in the wild again, I seemed to get more food by taking it from others than I ever did with Mr. Brutal Trainer. The food belonged to a group of trainers, one who instantly tried to capture me. Fool! I wasn't going to let myself get captured again; who knew what this new trainer was like?
But he was very persistent. He pulled out all of his Pokémon just to try to catch me. I should have felt honored, but I wasn't going to fall for any tricks.
His Pokémon seemed different than what I had last witnessed from a trainer. They were following his orders with anticipation and skill, not brutal force. I had watched them carefully. They were fighting against me not because they were just being ordered to but because they wanted to fight. Fight for me to join them, perhaps?
And the look in their trainer's eyes was of…desire. He really wanted me to be a member of his Pokémon team!
I thought carefully for a moment. Was this the type of trainer I had been looking for before Mr. Brutal Trainer showed up and trampled on my dreams? Was I going to miss out on a possible opportunity to be with the type of trainer I had always wanted to be with just because of the torture he put me through?
No. I wanted to put that behind me and finally move forward with my life. I had this opportunity right here and right now.
This was the type of trainer I wanted to be with.
He captured me, mostly because I let him. I could have probably evaded him if I really wanted to, I'd been used to doing that any other time someone wanted a Snivy to join his or her party. But I was sure he was the right trainer for me.
I couldn't have been more right. He loved his Pokémon very much. He encouraged his Pokémon to work hard, but there was always room for fun. Some of his Pokémon made mistakes or lost battles, but he would never scold them. He had a few companions he was traveling with, one who made the best Pokémon food for us. Every scrape and bruise was instantly healed after battles with Potions if a Pokémon Center wasn't available for use.
He was a wonderful trainer. He loved me the way I had always dreamed that a trainer would.
I really like him.