>>51363207>>51370553She will never be a Pokemon. She has no moves, she has no abilities, she lays no eggs. She is a delusional lunatic hiding behind creepy eye contacts and a gaudy costume twisted into a crude mockery of Arceus' perfection.
All the “validation” she gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind her back, all of Kalos mocks her. Her parents are disgusted and ashamed of her, her “friends” laugh at her ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Pokemon are utterly repulsed by her. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Pokemon to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even furries who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to Pokemon. Her bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if she manage to drag a fainted Pokemon into Day Care with her, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it wakes up and gets a whiff of the human pheromones that permeate from her axe wound, because it'll prefer to play with REAL Pokémon.
She will never be happy. She wrenches out a fake smile every single morning and tell herself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside she feels the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush her under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - she'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around her neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Her parents will find her, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury her with a headstone marked with her birth name in a human cemetery, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Her body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of her legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Homo sapiens.
This is her fate. This is what she chose. There is no turning back.
