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Question: I was thinking of doing a handful of these. Would anyone like to request a pokemon for me to write about?
My Answer:
Characters: Mankey.
Summary: There are Pokedex entries that make you wonder.
Mankey
Mankey: The Pig Monkey Pokemon. When angered, it flies into an uncontrollable frenzy.
The sickening crack resounds through my ears, and I wait for my trainer to get up and yell at me for punching him. Stupid trainer- it's his fault. He was asking for it.
He lays still.
I stomp over to where he lays, limbs askew on the pavement, and kick his leg. I tell him to get up and to quit being such a baby. I tell him to stop faking.
There's no response.
Slowly, slowly, my anger dies. The redness fades from my vision. My paws stop shaking from fury. And that anger is replaced with a gnawing guilt, an all-consuming fear.
Get up, I will him.
He doesn't.
Trembling now, I dart around to see his face. It has a fixed expression that's worse than anger, and when I touch the head that cracked so loudly against the concrete my paw comes away wet. Wet with blood.
For the first time in my life, I whimper.
When his parents finally come to see why we haven't come back from training yet, they take one look at my trainer and scream. The screaming goes on for too long, and I scream with them- long, soundless screams that never seem to end. I try and say that I'm sorry, that it was an accident, but white-clad people come and they won't listen to me. My trainer is put in one vehicle, and I'm put in another.
"I didn't mean to," I croak as I'm held down by masked strangers, though I'm sure they can't understand me.
They reply by stabbing me with a needle.
Instinctively, I thrash. I try and fight off the numbness in my muscles so that I can go see if my trainer's okay.
I'll never call him stupid again or get mad or anything. I'll be the best pokemon a trainer could ask for, I think.
Then I stop thinking altogether.