Post by Kore on Oct 17, 2013 22:05:39 GMT -8
As the egg cracked open, and I, with bated breath, waited to meet my new friend. I wondered what it would be. When Professor Willow told me about the egg option, things became much simpler. I'd not have to choose, I'd be given my partner, and it wouldn't feel so much like I was replacing Jig. Which I wasn't, of course, I was just moving on... still hard to think of it that way sometimes. Anyway, as the egg cracked I pictured anything from an abra to a pikachu. What I was faced with was a very different pokemon. A ghost type. A duskull. Immediately, the pokemon focused on me. It cried out happily and circled me repeatedly. I, I am ashamed to say, was not quite so happy to see it. I dropped my newly upgraded pokedex, and stepped back. "Professor Willow... what- I mean, it's a ghost type!"
The professor nodded, jotting down a note as her teddiursa cocked its head at the sound of my voice. "Indeed it is. Congratulations, ghost types rarely come from eggs. You're quite lucky."
"I thought ghosts were... dead pokemon." When I said those words, I remembered Jig getting struck down by a huge, evil looking pokemon... I didn't really even know what it was- while I was pulled away by my parents, screaming no- no- as my brave, sleepy little Jig bought us time. Mom and dad's pokemon had been stolen... but they got those back. I never saw Jig again. Not alive.
"They are and they aren't. A pokemon is a pokemon whether it's alive or not. While most choose to move on, some are reborn in different forms. Some immediately, and some... later on, because they feel there's something they need to do." She smiled. "It looks like your Duskull really likes you. You should feel very lucky!"
But I didn't feel lucky at all. A ghost pokemon was not what I'd envisioned when I came to get one today. In fact, it was the only pokemon type I could truly say I didn't want. I looked at the Duskull with chagrin, trying not to show it how much I hated the idea of training it. It hugged my arm with those weird, whispy little arms of its, and said its name- Duskull- as it looked up at me. I tried to smile, past the lump in my throat. Tried and failed.
But then, just as I was on the verge of giving the pokemon to the professor, and walking away... swearing off pokemon forever, I noticed something in him. I'm not sure how to describe it. Something about the way it looked at me. The way it held onto me. I turned to to him, and cocked my head, "Jig?"
Duskull flipped and cried out happily, and I... I for my part couldn't speak or see- past the tears that welled up in my eyes. I just hugged him. And suddenly, I knew why I had finally decided it was time to get a new pokemon. Somehow I'd known that I'd find my best friend again.
The professor nodded, jotting down a note as her teddiursa cocked its head at the sound of my voice. "Indeed it is. Congratulations, ghost types rarely come from eggs. You're quite lucky."
"I thought ghosts were... dead pokemon." When I said those words, I remembered Jig getting struck down by a huge, evil looking pokemon... I didn't really even know what it was- while I was pulled away by my parents, screaming no- no- as my brave, sleepy little Jig bought us time. Mom and dad's pokemon had been stolen... but they got those back. I never saw Jig again. Not alive.
"They are and they aren't. A pokemon is a pokemon whether it's alive or not. While most choose to move on, some are reborn in different forms. Some immediately, and some... later on, because they feel there's something they need to do." She smiled. "It looks like your Duskull really likes you. You should feel very lucky!"
But I didn't feel lucky at all. A ghost pokemon was not what I'd envisioned when I came to get one today. In fact, it was the only pokemon type I could truly say I didn't want. I looked at the Duskull with chagrin, trying not to show it how much I hated the idea of training it. It hugged my arm with those weird, whispy little arms of its, and said its name- Duskull- as it looked up at me. I tried to smile, past the lump in my throat. Tried and failed.
But then, just as I was on the verge of giving the pokemon to the professor, and walking away... swearing off pokemon forever, I noticed something in him. I'm not sure how to describe it. Something about the way it looked at me. The way it held onto me. I turned to to him, and cocked my head, "Jig?"
Duskull flipped and cried out happily, and I... I for my part couldn't speak or see- past the tears that welled up in my eyes. I just hugged him. And suddenly, I knew why I had finally decided it was time to get a new pokemon. Somehow I'd known that I'd find my best friend again.