On the streets of Alichester City...
Laika watched timidly from her cardboard box as human after human crossed the streets in front of her, none of them giving her so much as a single glance. Sometimes she'd try on purpose to seem pitiful so they might at least feel sorry for her. Her efforts went ignored. Once she even clung to the leg of a seven-year-old boy, hoping the young child might want to keep a dirty little Eevee. The boy had kicked her so hard her bones ached for days.
What's wrong with me? she frequently wondered, her heart beating with immense sadness. For herself. Undying self-pity. Her brothers and sisters had all been taken off the streets so quickly. They were the same species, the same colors, the same sort of Eevee. But unlike Laika, they had been loved. There were so many times when a kid would come and pet them, but unfortunately be pulled away by their "no you can't keep a Pokemon for a pet" parents. Well, at least they got attention. At least they had hope everyday that someone kind enough might adopt them.
And always, someone kind enough gradually came.
But not for Laika. Never for Laika. All the looks she attracted from passersby were looks of pure disgust. Any other young Eevee would've gotten the exact opposite result. So what was so wrong about her?
She gave a whine, and pushed herself further inside the smelly, cardboard box. It had been soiled by days of rain, the walls weak and squishy from the water. Laika was sure there was mold growing here and there. It just added to the dirtiness of her fur, the reek of her entire body. She stared down into a small puddle that had formed at a corner of the box, where the bottom was slightly dented downwards so it could hold water. Laika had previously used it as the equivalent of a water bowl, until dirty water tainted by humans had dripped down from a nearby pipe.
She saw something strange in her reflection. What was it? The surface was too small - she'd need to find something larger to fully mirror her reflection. Out of curiousity and nothing better to do, she slid herself out of the box and dared to go far enough to a large puddle at the edge of the street. She looked down, and was horrified by what she saw. She was definitely not a cute, adorable little Eevee. Her fur was matted down was dirt and debris so that even the color didn't seem right. Her eyes weren't the cute, bright little gems her siblings had, and one of them seemed to be smaller than the other. When she tried to smile, it seemed more like a weird, lopsided frown. There was a ragged, white marking stretching from the tip of her right ear to the center of her forehead.
No wonder why, Laika thought to herself. I'm terribly ugly.
She sat in a tight position, as if trying to embrace herself. After all her siblings had been adopted, there had been no one else in the world who loved her. And even some of her brothers and sisters had given her disdain. The result of this was a huge, black hole in her heart, filled with nothing but self-pity and contempt for the rest of the world.
I can't stay here, she thought to herself. If I stay here my life will be wasted away in this dump. But even so... there's no one to guide me. No kind mother, no adoring father. I'll never be able to live in a comfortable little home in a forest or meadow, I'll never be able to make friends with other Pokemon. And there will never, ever be someone who can look at me without thinking about how terribly ugly and dirty I am.
Thinking about all this brought tears to her eyes, and she imagined herself, sitting in a single spotlight among an abyss of darkness. The very heart of self-pity. A wave of dirty water snapped her out of her thoughts. A truck had just rolled by, splashing her with the puddle's filth. Shaking her fur angrily, Laika ran down the streets toward no particular destination. But it gave her a majestic feel in her heart, as if nothing could hurt her because well, she simply didn't care, and nothing mattered.
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