#11 - Another narrative
Zapdos wasn't sure how much of a fool he had made out of himself two days ago, nor did he care. In fact, he had spent the day not caring about trying to get people's attention as he walked around like he normally did. He was more concerned about what the hallucinations was saying when they were mocking him while he was tripping on the mushrooms he unknowingly ate.
The things that were said at the beginning were what was told to him when he was still a little chick. He thought he had forgotten about it until those words were spoken again. "Aww, Zappy you're so cute! You like cute things!" "You're supposed to be Zapdos, the god of thunder?" "Zapdos is supposed to be feared among Pokemon and humans alike! You're nothing like that!" "You have to grow up to be a feared Zapdos some day." Those words slowly went away as he grew older, started snapping at things, attacking things, causing thunderstorms here and there... He tried to live up to the title he was born with. He boasted about himself, of how cool and awesome he was.
In the end, what came out of his mouth were all empty words. Lash had given him encouraging words even after the battle against Brock, and it was the first time he actually tried so he wouldn't betray his best friend's trust. But in the end he couldn't stay in for the entire battle. Legendary Pokemon were supposed to be invincible, weren't they? Then how come he was beaten? Did this mean he wasn't a Legendary after all? All the other Legendary Pokemon at school were being admired and treated nicely, while it seemed like he was treated as a nuisance most of the time. It felt like everyone already knew he wasn't strong and they didn't want to bother with him.
What timing to remember those words from the past; right after he felt a bit down about failing to prove he was invincible. He wasn't a God after all. Just another Pokemon humans thought was rare and should be caught for showcasing. He wasn't strong or cool. He was a loser. He hadn't changed at all, even after fifty years. Fifty years and he was still at the same level he was when he was a tiny fuzzball. Yes, he learned lots of new moves during those fifty years, even learn things a typical wild Pokemon wouldn't be able to learn. Lots of things gained during the past fifty years, yet he felt no sense of accomplishment. All the energy he had left his body when he came to realize this. What was he going to do now?
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Fuck, I'm all sore from running around all day and from the battle from the day before. I'm gonna stay away from jell-o's for a while.
The things that were said at the beginning were what was told to him when he was still a little chick. He thought he had forgotten about it until those words were spoken again. "Aww, Zappy you're so cute! You like cute things!" "You're supposed to be Zapdos, the god of thunder?" "Zapdos is supposed to be feared among Pokemon and humans alike! You're nothing like that!" "You have to grow up to be a feared Zapdos some day." Those words slowly went away as he grew older, started snapping at things, attacking things, causing thunderstorms here and there... He tried to live up to the title he was born with. He boasted about himself, of how cool and awesome he was.
In the end, what came out of his mouth were all empty words. Lash had given him encouraging words even after the battle against Brock, and it was the first time he actually tried so he wouldn't betray his best friend's trust. But in the end he couldn't stay in for the entire battle. Legendary Pokemon were supposed to be invincible, weren't they? Then how come he was beaten? Did this mean he wasn't a Legendary after all? All the other Legendary Pokemon at school were being admired and treated nicely, while it seemed like he was treated as a nuisance most of the time. It felt like everyone already knew he wasn't strong and they didn't want to bother with him.
What timing to remember those words from the past; right after he felt a bit down about failing to prove he was invincible. He wasn't a God after all. Just another Pokemon humans thought was rare and should be caught for showcasing. He wasn't strong or cool. He was a loser. He hadn't changed at all, even after fifty years. Fifty years and he was still at the same level he was when he was a tiny fuzzball. Yes, he learned lots of new moves during those fifty years, even learn things a typical wild Pokemon wouldn't be able to learn. Lots of things gained during the past fifty years, yet he felt no sense of accomplishment. All the energy he had left his body when he came to realize this. What was he going to do now?
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Fuck, I'm all sore from running around all day and from the battle from the day before. I'm gonna stay away from jell-o's for a while.