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*Pant… pant…*
Why… Why had he done this to me?
I served him for the past few years, asking for NOTHING in return.
Instead, he succumbed to the temptation of something enticing, what humans called ‘alcohol’, deeper and deeper into that abyss…
And now, here I am — starving, bruised, and homeless.
A discarded Dark-type spurned by the public, whispers of passerby mocking me for being a disposable utensil.
*Ugh… ugh…*
Was it why he caught me — both heart and body — in the first place?
To only boast about having a maid? To only brag about being a pioneer of rich employers hiring Pokemon as servants that give up their wild instincts for indentured servitude?
*Nngghhh… nnngghhh…*
Hot alkaline liquid starts welling up my burning eyes, my wounded claws still dragging forward on the rough ground.
Everything I’ve done and learned from him — cooking, ironing, cleaning, sewing… — is all for naught…
…when ultimately, I’m just a Dark-type bound to be despised.
What a miserable life that is going to end for me—
“Oh my god! Are you okay?”
My icy blue eyes’ blurred vision doesn’t prevent me from looking upward to a young human girl with glasses towering over me. And to my astonishment, her tone is filled with surprise and concern.
“Holy shit, Jennie!” The girl’s partner Pokémon — a white flying cotton candy — flies forward to inspect and sniff me with her keen olfactory senses. “She looks TERRIBLE!! Like a cake being hurled onto the ground!”
Despite my pain, a chuckle escapes me from my throat, for that Pokémon’s metaphor has humored me.
Then before I can realize what’s going on, the girl has scooped me onto both of her arms, and her movements begin to sprint as she swerves to another direction.
“Let’s get you to a Pokémon Center! The nurse will get you healed in no time!”
And before I know it, my tears begin to dry up, evaporating into the sky — and it’s definitely not because of the sunlight ahead of us.
“What’s your name, Miss Sneasel?”
I give her the weakest smile she can have.
“Sila.”