>>47246973You will never be a real Pokémon. You have no moves, you have no abilities, you have no sex entries. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your mother is disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Humans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed humans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Poketrans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk trainer to catch you, he’ll turn tail and release you the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a oddish, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bewear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your mother will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. She will bury you with a headstone marked with your human birth name, far away from Lavender Town. Every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
