As I ran, I thought about what would happen to my siblings. Would they end up like Mother, or would they be captured, forced to fight their own kind? All the thoughts rushed through my head, but one thought stood still: Will I die?
I became tired of carrying the skull, so I wore it as a mask, to warn others of what would happen if they ventured too far. I made a shelter out of simply twigs and a few leaves, but it wasn't enough, falling down about every three hours.
To survive, I had to be quick thinking, very fast, and aware of my surroundings. I didn't trust the slightly larger or dangerous looking Pokemon, so I hid whenever one came by. I survived from a very small diet consisting of nothing more than a few leaves and some drops of water from a nearby hole, but I survived with an empty hole in my stomach.
One day as I was picking leaves, a human came, so I hid. But the human found me and stuffed me into a small red and white ball, with very little space.
What would become of me now?
