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Have you ever had a friend?
How silly of me of course you have...
But I have to ask... why have you come to visit me here in this place?
This hospital for the unwell?
I don't think I belong here, do you?
Oh my how silly of me... you need to know about me first before you can tell me that correct?
I'll start then...
I was eight years old when I first got Pokémon fire red, and finally I was able to go to my favorite town.
I won't tell you that when I walked into lavender town I caught the "lavender town syndrome" because I didn't, Lavender town always soothed me.
I moved my sprite into the town, and immediately felt lulled by the haunting tune, I even began to hum along- and I despise humming.
I walked into Pokémon tower after having obtained the silph scope, and when I finally put the mother Marowaks soul to rest I was content.
It was on my way out of Pokémon tower when it happened- a wild encounter, a Cubone no less.
Excitedly I caught her, and I was happy.
That year my mother got married to a man who wasn't very kind- he hated children you see, and so he was cruel to me.
One day he took my Pokémon game and hid it.
I began to imagine myself in a different place- a place with sunshine and Pokémon, and eventually an invisible Cubone followed me everywhere I went.
She was my only friend at the time, other children being fairly cruel to me for the way I would flinch when something came near me.
Eventually I had forgotten my game cartridge, and believed when I was ten I would be on a Pokémon adventure of my own with Cubone close behind.
Eventually I turned ten, and by then my mother had divorced my stepfather.
He took my game with him though, as we never found it.
One night there was a loud crash from the living room and I ran downstairs.
Before I knew what was happening I was being pushed against the wall and being beaten with a belt- it was him again.
I imagined that my Cubone was behind him, and the man fell to the ground- I saw my mother nearby with the phone in her hand, and I cuddled close to my Pokémon friend.
"thank you Cubone" I whispered so nobody would hear, I had learned I was the only one who could see her and so I limited speaking to her when others were around.
My stepfather was arrested, and my mother told the police she had stopped him from beating me.
"That's a lie mommy" I said, causing the police to look at me. "Cubone did it mommy, she stopped the bad man from hurting us"
The police took me in for examination, and found I had a small brain tumor.
I remember that I had surgery the week after, and when I left the hospital Cubone was nowhere to be found.
"Cubone...?" I called out, desperately... but she never answered.
I eventually grew a little older, but slowly I began to drift away from people,and I became violent, so they locked me in here...
Oh... what's that?
That package in your hands.... who are you?
Are you his daughter?
...this is...
this is my old game... and a Game boy too...?
my save file... it's still there...
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying... I'm just so glad to see Cubone again...
It's been a long time since I've seen my friend...
How silly of me of course you have...
But I have to ask... why have you come to visit me here in this place?
This hospital for the unwell?
I don't think I belong here, do you?
Oh my how silly of me... you need to know about me first before you can tell me that correct?
I'll start then...
I was eight years old when I first got Pokémon fire red, and finally I was able to go to my favorite town.
I won't tell you that when I walked into lavender town I caught the "lavender town syndrome" because I didn't, Lavender town always soothed me.
I moved my sprite into the town, and immediately felt lulled by the haunting tune, I even began to hum along- and I despise humming.
I walked into Pokémon tower after having obtained the silph scope, and when I finally put the mother Marowaks soul to rest I was content.
It was on my way out of Pokémon tower when it happened- a wild encounter, a Cubone no less.
Excitedly I caught her, and I was happy.
That year my mother got married to a man who wasn't very kind- he hated children you see, and so he was cruel to me.
One day he took my Pokémon game and hid it.
I began to imagine myself in a different place- a place with sunshine and Pokémon, and eventually an invisible Cubone followed me everywhere I went.
She was my only friend at the time, other children being fairly cruel to me for the way I would flinch when something came near me.
Eventually I had forgotten my game cartridge, and believed when I was ten I would be on a Pokémon adventure of my own with Cubone close behind.
Eventually I turned ten, and by then my mother had divorced my stepfather.
He took my game with him though, as we never found it.
One night there was a loud crash from the living room and I ran downstairs.
Before I knew what was happening I was being pushed against the wall and being beaten with a belt- it was him again.
I imagined that my Cubone was behind him, and the man fell to the ground- I saw my mother nearby with the phone in her hand, and I cuddled close to my Pokémon friend.
"thank you Cubone" I whispered so nobody would hear, I had learned I was the only one who could see her and so I limited speaking to her when others were around.
My stepfather was arrested, and my mother told the police she had stopped him from beating me.
"That's a lie mommy" I said, causing the police to look at me. "Cubone did it mommy, she stopped the bad man from hurting us"
The police took me in for examination, and found I had a small brain tumor.
I remember that I had surgery the week after, and when I left the hospital Cubone was nowhere to be found.
"Cubone...?" I called out, desperately... but she never answered.
I eventually grew a little older, but slowly I began to drift away from people,and I became violent, so they locked me in here...
Oh... what's that?
That package in your hands.... who are you?
Are you his daughter?
...this is...
this is my old game... and a Game boy too...?
my save file... it's still there...
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying... I'm just so glad to see Cubone again...
It's been a long time since I've seen my friend...
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Gave me the idea of a pokemon imagineary friend on a rant journal about pokemon coming from the DS and how it needs to be done reasonably
So she inspired me to write this
EDIT:
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Thank you sooooo much for 60+ faves ;.;
I can't believe how many people said they cried reading this x3
Thank you for the faves~
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