How I hate my form. How I hate it.
Like all psychic Pokemon, I have much intelligence. Unlike others, though, that is not respected. How can I communicate that to them? When I try, they just ask stupid things like "oh no, what's wrong?" or worse, patronise me.
They condescend me always. Speak to me like I'm a baby. I guess to them, I am.
Because I'm a new species, nobody knows anything about me, and I don't even know anything about myself. No other Pokemon can really understand me.
How can you be a new species anyway? You would have to be... always there.
Will I evolve? That's what I really want to know. Will I evolve into anything that will make people respect me? This body my mind is trapped in, I hate it. I want to use the power I feel in me, but I think it would kill me.
So, they think I'm weak. They think I'm cute. I wouldn't mind that, except... there's no way to prove them wrong. I'd rather be a Magikarp than what I am. Magikarp, at least, are treated with respect because their trainers know that one day, they'll become one of the strongest...
Let me out! I haven't hatched yet! I want to be of worth!
An egg represents new life. A life trapped.
Are any Pokemon truly happy?
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Togepi began to cry. Misty picked it up and held it to her, comforting...
"It's okay, little Togepi," she whispered, tickling it under the chin, "You're a cute little thing, I know you can be brave." She held it up and spoke to it in baby talk.
Togepi cried harder.