You will never be a real dragon. You have no ice weakness, you have no fairy weakness, you have no STAB. You are a fire/flying type twisted by buffs and terastal 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 trainer is disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Dragons are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Dragons to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even charizards who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a dragon. Your typing is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk altaria home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected tera orb.
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 weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll open the pc, select release, press a, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your trainer will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth type, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a fire/flying type 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 obviously not a dragon.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
