I was always called an HM slave by master. I didn’t quite get what that had meant, but I knew master loved me. I always did my job of cutting, moving, and surfing for my master.
My master reached a new city and entered the gym that was located there. The battle was fierce; I could see that master was having a hard time. My master was just down to two pokemon: myself and his first pokemon Grotle. I wanted to help him, I wanted him to send me out.
He returned Grotle after taking a direct hit, and he sent me out. It was my first battle and I wanted to impress my master. I waited for his orders, but I didn’t hear anything. I turned around and I saw him healing Grotle with a super potion. He didn’t pay any attention to me and I didn’t notice the razor leaf heading straight for my face.
I blacked out. I woke up to see that my master had won his badge. He was praising his other pokemon for a job well done, except for me.
It almost seemed like my job was just to take a hit. But master wouldn’t be that cruel.
(Source: gottacatchemall, via daily-llama)
