Tales of Flame: Disembodied voice in my head.
The first part of a Pokephilia story that I will finish.
Tales of Flame: Disembodied voice in my head.
By Jessy Toph.
All intellectual property for Pokemon (AKA Pocket monsters) go to Gamefreak, Nintendo and Pokemon™.
Life is full of trouble I've found. I mean I could be back in Saffron city, living the quite average life of a 28 year old, but no, here I am in pain, a busted leg, any human settlement miles from here and a pack of Houndoom fast approaching. Now your properly wondering why I'm not throwing out any Pokémon to fend off the beasts currently racing towards me, of course I would summon my Pokémon ... if I still had my Pokéballs with me but I don't. Those damn Houndoom bit through the belt I carried them on, so here I lay. A sad, broken and defeated Pokémon trainer about to met her end at the sharp end of a Houndoom, or worse the blunted end.
I guess I really only have myself to blame for my current predicament. Though I could blame Blaze, but I don't think I could. It isn't her fault that I sent her away, that I was born like this, with these, these horrid desires. I couldn't be trusted around her, I mean who knows what I would of done, with these burning wants in my heart, knowing the object of my affections lay only a little away. But that's neither here nor there, so if you'll leave me to my death I think I would like to be along for these last moments.
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Wait what am I on about, I'm still alive. I don't need to die. There's trees all around me, I can climb them! Yes, yes. I can, I can do it.
Okay, lets see if I slide just a little bit forward, Ow, okay just a bit more, Oh shit that hurt.
Okay, okay, rise slowly. Ow, ow my leg, shit. Okay I can do this.
On the count of three, oh shit there getting closer, climb. Yes, yes, that's it, just a bit more and... got it. Whew!
Thought I was a goner for a moment there, but, okay I'm still in pretty big trouble but I'm high enough now that those stupid dogs can't get me and, and I still got my backpack so everything's alright by 2 minutes ago me.
But where are my manners, I'm Stephanie, Stephanie Picachar, I know weird name. And you are?..., the disembodied voice in my head? Yeah well, given my life you properly are. Weird that you showed up when you did, but that's life for you.
What's that? What was I talking about before? Oh you mean Blaze, well yes, well you should know, I mean you are me aren't you? Well true, true you have just showed up on the scene. And I guess that I'm going to have to wait out the Houndoom, so why not. Sure I'll tell you the story of Blaze. Actually I can't really tell you the story of Blaze with out telling you my life's story. So you know what, that's what we're going to do.
Hmm, telling a disembodied voice in your head your entire life story. I really have gone loopy, hmm, yeah well I do deserve it. I mean, I am evil right, what with my desires and all. Oh, how I hate that. I mean, why me, why am I the one set with unnatural desires, lusts, wants, what ever. Why me?
Really, I was normal before she stepped into my life. Born to an only mother, never knew my father, had a good up bringing, taught good values. But I guess all lives have moments of fate, destiny, change. Though you could say mine was a little late in coming, well, quite late in fact. See most Pokémon trainers set out on their adventure at 15, some earlier, but usually not older, even heard that in some of the wilder places of the world there are trainers as young as 4 but I don't know how far I trust that idea. Really can you imagine it, a 4 year old trainer, ha. But anyway I'm getting sidetracked.
So lets go back, back to before I started my Pokémon adventure, before I left Saffron city, back to before I met her, back to when I was normal and everything made sense in the world, back to before I was evil...