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Soulless: The story of a Game Corner pokemon (one shot)
This is a one shot about a pokemon in the game corner, as she reflects on her life. Enjoy.
All day I sit here. In my cage. My breath comes ragged. My eyes water constantly. I feel sick. I always feel sick. My head hurts. My limbs are weak. The bars lining my cage are scratched and beaten, but yet they stay strong. Long ago were the times when I tried to free myself. It took me many bruises to realise I did not wield the strength to break them.
I hear the voices above me. Shouting, laughing, yelling, everything. The clatter of coins, the ring of slot machines. I hear these noises even when I sleep. If I sleep. And even when I do sleep, my fitful dreams are poisoned by nightmarish visions from my life in the cellars of Team Rocket’s base.
Whenever anyone thinks of Team Rocket, they think of a group of people in matching uniforms running around doing mischief. Those people are disillusioned. No one can fully realize the evil that is Team Rocket unless they experience it for themselves. Unless they are bred in captivity, and forced to live their life in a cage hidden in a cellar.
There are other pokemon here. I’m not alone in the darkness. But we never speak. There is nothing to speak about. Some of us have gone mad. Others, like me, just lie here. Not all of us were bred like this. Some were captured from the wild. Others had trainers before. But they were taken from their loving trainers and thrown into a life of torment and misery.
Some of us are actually released into the custody of trainers. But it has been many weeks since that happened. I think we are becoming costly. The people who play the slots want the other things on offer, the ones stacked here.
I know nothing of the outside world. I know only the Game Corner. The only glimpse I received of the world was when they carried me in here. I know nothing about myself. Only that I am a Dratini. And I am rare. Everything else about the world is a mystery. All I know is my cage.
I don’t know if there is a god up there, but I know, someone will one day get me out of here. I will not spend the rest of my life here. I will be a free pokemon. Maybe one day I’ll have a caring trainer. I don’t know when, but soon. Soon I’ll be free.
But for now, I am soulless.
Whadda ya think? Please reply!
-;157;
This is a one shot about a pokemon in the game corner, as she reflects on her life. Enjoy.
Soulless
All day I sit here. In my cage. My breath comes ragged. My eyes water constantly. I feel sick. I always feel sick. My head hurts. My limbs are weak. The bars lining my cage are scratched and beaten, but yet they stay strong. Long ago were the times when I tried to free myself. It took me many bruises to realise I did not wield the strength to break them.
I hear the voices above me. Shouting, laughing, yelling, everything. The clatter of coins, the ring of slot machines. I hear these noises even when I sleep. If I sleep. And even when I do sleep, my fitful dreams are poisoned by nightmarish visions from my life in the cellars of Team Rocket’s base.
Whenever anyone thinks of Team Rocket, they think of a group of people in matching uniforms running around doing mischief. Those people are disillusioned. No one can fully realize the evil that is Team Rocket unless they experience it for themselves. Unless they are bred in captivity, and forced to live their life in a cage hidden in a cellar.
There are other pokemon here. I’m not alone in the darkness. But we never speak. There is nothing to speak about. Some of us have gone mad. Others, like me, just lie here. Not all of us were bred like this. Some were captured from the wild. Others had trainers before. But they were taken from their loving trainers and thrown into a life of torment and misery.
Some of us are actually released into the custody of trainers. But it has been many weeks since that happened. I think we are becoming costly. The people who play the slots want the other things on offer, the ones stacked here.
I know nothing of the outside world. I know only the Game Corner. The only glimpse I received of the world was when they carried me in here. I know nothing about myself. Only that I am a Dratini. And I am rare. Everything else about the world is a mystery. All I know is my cage.
I don’t know if there is a god up there, but I know, someone will one day get me out of here. I will not spend the rest of my life here. I will be a free pokemon. Maybe one day I’ll have a caring trainer. I don’t know when, but soon. Soon I’ll be free.
But for now, I am soulless.
Whadda ya think? Please reply!
-;157;
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