Well, this is my attempt at a one-shot. Have fun. The italics are the pokémon’s thoughts and the non-italics are what’s happening.
Glimmer
As I move swiftly through the forest, I can hear them chasing me. I am frightened; wouldn’t you be?
A large black and yellow pokémon is running from what seems to be humans equipped with nets and pokèballs. The pokémon dashes into a den underneath a large tree.
It is as it has always been: I run, they follow. I, myself, am nothing special. But I am possessed by the Shine and the humans, the ones called “Trainers” and the “Collectors” as I have heard them called, yearn to possess a pokémon with the Shine.
I see them. They chase me once more.
The pokémon flees from its hiding place and is on the run once more. The humans fire nets at it from afar and miss. The pokémon is beginning to get tired.
I find myself wondering why? I have the Shine, yes, but I am not special. The Shine is a curse. It makes others wary of you and brings unwanted attention from them. Glimmer is my name and I hate it. It brings attention to the Shine.
I can hear them coming for me and I am afraid. I must act, and quick, or I will be captured.
A net is thrown. It curls around the pokémon and, when it tries to free itself, it is electrocuted. Its curly pink tail, which had been lashing wildly, falls still. A man runs to the net and throws a pokéball at the pokémon. It is captured instantly.
The pokémon’s last thought was: Why?
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Can anyone guess the pokémon? Reply, please.
Glimmer
As I move swiftly through the forest, I can hear them chasing me. I am frightened; wouldn’t you be?
A large black and yellow pokémon is running from what seems to be humans equipped with nets and pokèballs. The pokémon dashes into a den underneath a large tree.
It is as it has always been: I run, they follow. I, myself, am nothing special. But I am possessed by the Shine and the humans, the ones called “Trainers” and the “Collectors” as I have heard them called, yearn to possess a pokémon with the Shine.
I see them. They chase me once more.
The pokémon flees from its hiding place and is on the run once more. The humans fire nets at it from afar and miss. The pokémon is beginning to get tired.
I find myself wondering why? I have the Shine, yes, but I am not special. The Shine is a curse. It makes others wary of you and brings unwanted attention from them. Glimmer is my name and I hate it. It brings attention to the Shine.
I can hear them coming for me and I am afraid. I must act, and quick, or I will be captured.
A net is thrown. It curls around the pokémon and, when it tries to free itself, it is electrocuted. Its curly pink tail, which had been lashing wildly, falls still. A man runs to the net and throws a pokéball at the pokémon. It is captured instantly.
The pokémon’s last thought was: Why?
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Can anyone guess the pokémon? Reply, please.
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