>>1850267“T-thank you” I answer with a broken, uneven voice.
“However, this fight felt a bit unfair. You were utterly crushed. It seemed like you stood no chance from the beginning. Your Pokémon went sent to faint one right after the other.”
And what the fuck was I supposed to do? This bitch has three Gym badges! I didn’t even come here willingly… and now look at me. How is this fair??
Should I be thinking like this? Of course I should. Yes, that’s it, Melody! Get mad. You need to get mad, draw strength from anger. Come on, snap out of it! You’re like a scared Skitty right now, they’ll devour you.
“I’d like to think I did well considering the circumstances. I don’t think any trainer, as skilled as he or she might be, could’ve done much better in the same situation. Or do you disagree?” I answer with annoyance, behaving defensively.
“Oh, no. You did fine. Speaking of skilled trainers, though; I believe you have one in your family? Do you mind sharing your full name to the audience?”
“I do mind. I don’t hide behind the shadow of anyone. I’m Melody. My dad, who is what you think you mean, is my dad. If you want to discuss about his accomplishments, I can give you his number.”
“There is fire in this one, ladies and gentlemen! And it is to be expected, as she is Melody Mustard, daughter of Dust Mustard.”
The audience was already containing a few exclamations on my atypical hot-headed behavior, but after the mentioning of my last name; they seemed to get even more surprised. Dad is famous like that in the Pokémon world. Still a deadbeat and a complete retard otherwise. I’ve heard stories about him, if mom didn’t take the initiative, the guy would’ve probably have died a virgin.
Since I don’t say anything after that, the announcer tries to keep the conversation going.
