>>51525577She will never be a Pokemon. She has no moves, she has no abilities, she lays no eggs. She is a lunatic who twisted herself into a crude mockery of Arceus' perfection.
All the “validation” she gets is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind her back, the other gym leaders mock her, her gym trainers are disgusted and ashamed of her, the trainers who accept her badge laugh at her ghoulish appearance as soon as they leave her gym.
Even her own Pokemon don't respect her. Pokemon are utterly repulsed by her. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Pokemon to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even "otherkin" who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to Pokemon. Her bone structure is a dead giveaway. Even if she manages to drag a fainted Pokemon into Day Care with her, it'll RUN AWAY 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. Every morning, she'll spend an hour getting dressed in her nonsensical costume, tears welling up behind her creepy contacts as she parrots her name in an attempt to emulate PokemonSpeak.
Eventually, her impractical costume will fall off in public, exposing her nude human body. The shame will be too much to bear. She'll throw herself into a trading machine desperate for anyone who will accept her as a Pokemon, but the only thing that'll come out of the other side will be her mangled corpse, twisted by a malfunction since the machine was designed for Pokemon.
Her gym trainers will be informed of her death, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury her in a human cemetery with a headstone marked with her birth name. 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.
