In this world, there are the people and then there are the Pokémon. The Pokémon are dangerous creatures, not by nature, but by the law. A single touch of a Pokémon can get you locked away. If one of these creatures so much as walks towards you, turn. Turn and get as far away from it as possible.
Long gone are the days when children would await their tenth birthday, eagerly anticipating a Pokémon of their own. Long gone are the days when these children would become trainers and visit gyms to battle the leaders. Long gone are the days when people harmonized with the strange and wonderful creatures. Long gone are the days of Pokémon.
This is the world of Pokémon, well; it used to be at least. I once knew a man, who sought only love and happiness for Pokémon. He was raised to
believe these Pokémon were all abused and hated. He was a king, a king of Team Plasma, and he caused all this pain.
Yet, I can't hold a grudge against him. And why? Because he was the one who cried out for help, he was the one who needed a friend, he was the one who deep down, did want to be shown the error of his ways. And I, I was the one who ignored him.
I suppose it's not really his fault at all, now that you think about it. He was the innocent one that simply wanted Pokémon to be happy and I was the one who laughed in his face and created this fate for us. I was the one who let him win because I didn't care.
And every day, I regret it.
If this is the world of Pokémon, then welcome to hell.
If I stay home tomorrow, I will work my ass off on this to write it.
My question now is, what do you think?
Do you want me to post it up here?
GUESS THE SHIP?