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So when I was little my schoolmates would talk often about dragon Pokémon and how they were the coolest, and I wanted remember wanting one so bad. I asked my parents for a dragon Pokémon. It was tough convincing them but one day they finally said yes. I was the happiest kid in the world and for a few weeks I would dream of soaring the skies on the most badass Salamence or Hydreigon. I told all my dragon talk classmates, of course.
On Christmas they finally gifted me a Pokéball. My eyes were glistering with excitement.
Imagine my disappointment when a Goomy came out of it. I cried non stop all day and threw a hissy fit at my parents for tricking me and giving me weakest, most useless "dragon" blob thing and how my friends would now make fun of me.
I even shouted mean words at the poor thing from time to time.
The Goomy was constantly sad, as it thought I hated him, when in fact I hated my parents more for, as I liked to say, betraying me.
But as time went on, that purple thing actually grew on me. He would play with me when I was bored, align my shoes, try to tidy my room (often to messier results), wake me up every morning. He even was there in my shittiest days when nobody else was, even though I'd never done anything for him.
Now I'm in my twenties, I've graduated college and my Goodra is my best friend hands down. We're like brothers, he's helped me grow throughout my life, and now he's always the first guy I introduce my new friends and bf to. I often tell him I'm sorry for treating him like shit when I was little, but it's clear he's forgiven me a long time ago, for which I'm just so grateful.
I love my slimy bro so, so much and no, I would never, never swap him for a million Hydreigon.
