On the outside, they smile and have fun… but it’s all purely for their trainer’s sake, merely a facade. Deep down, they’ve lost that passion for life they initially had when they first hatched out of their egg. Sure, they’re more powerful now and sure, they have everything a pokemon could want: food, water, shelter, a trainer that loves them and wants only the best for them, yet that flame within them has been extinguished by life nonetheless, leaving them dead inside. They guiltily lust for death, ashamed that such thoughts even enter their mind. Imagining leaving behind a trainer that loves you just because life has lost its luster. Oh but the thoughts come nonetheless. Maybe their trainer would understand; after all, nothing last forever, right? Tentatively, the pokemon takes an escape rope and ties it into a noose.
“Thanks for everything, master.”