The trainer sat down next to the Bidoof. Bidoof looked up at the trainer with glossy eyes. She had been crying. The trainer bent down, and put a hand on her head. Bidoof let out a soft hic, and closed her eyes.
You see, Bidoof was sad. No trainer had ever bothered to bring her along on a journey. No. Instead, she and her friends and family had been constantly abused by trainers with their Chimchars, Turtwigs, Piplups, Shinxes, and Starlys. Not once had they been captured. Simply used as punching bags for trainers who would surely, one day, face the Elite Four. But Bidoof would never see the Elite Four. Never see anything except for the grass around Sandgem Town. And she cried. Cried and cried. But when she heard the trainer approaching, she dried her eyes. She knew she was going to take a beating from the trainer's Pokemon, but she might as well try to take a stand. She growled, but the trainer could see the tears in her eyes. The trainer bent down, and placed a hand on Bidoof's hand. Bidoof made a quiet hic.
No words were needed. It was as if with this one touch, the trainer could understand Bidoof, and Bidoof could understand the trainer. Bidoof closed her eyes, putting full trust in this trainer. The trainer wouldn't simply use her as a punching bag. Use her to grind up the trainer's Pokemon. No. This trainer was different. Suddenly, Bidoof smelled something. Something sharp. Spicy. Bidoof opened her eyes. The trainer was holding a Cheri Berry in front of her nose. Bidoof smiled. Spicy was her favorite. She opened her mouth, and bit down on the berry.
A warm flavor filled her mouth as the berry's juices ran along her tongue. Bidoof squealed happily, and jumped around. The trainer held out a Pokeball. Bidoof stumbled backwards. Had the trainer just been making her happy, only to beat her down with Pokemon? Bidoof growled. The trainer got on its knees, and laid the Pokeball on the ground.
Bidoof approached the Pokeball warily. After a few minutes, she nudged it, and began to shimmer. She knew what was happening. And she was overjoyed.
You see, Bidoof was sad. No trainer had ever bothered to bring her along on a journey. No. Instead, she and her friends and family had been constantly abused by trainers with their Chimchars, Turtwigs, Piplups, Shinxes, and Starlys. Not once had they been captured. Simply used as punching bags for trainers who would surely, one day, face the Elite Four. But Bidoof would never see the Elite Four. Never see anything except for the grass around Sandgem Town. And she cried. Cried and cried. But when she heard the trainer approaching, she dried her eyes. She knew she was going to take a beating from the trainer's Pokemon, but she might as well try to take a stand. She growled, but the trainer could see the tears in her eyes. The trainer bent down, and placed a hand on Bidoof's hand. Bidoof made a quiet hic.
No words were needed. It was as if with this one touch, the trainer could understand Bidoof, and Bidoof could understand the trainer. Bidoof closed her eyes, putting full trust in this trainer. The trainer wouldn't simply use her as a punching bag. Use her to grind up the trainer's Pokemon. No. This trainer was different. Suddenly, Bidoof smelled something. Something sharp. Spicy. Bidoof opened her eyes. The trainer was holding a Cheri Berry in front of her nose. Bidoof smiled. Spicy was her favorite. She opened her mouth, and bit down on the berry.
A warm flavor filled her mouth as the berry's juices ran along her tongue. Bidoof squealed happily, and jumped around. The trainer held out a Pokeball. Bidoof stumbled backwards. Had the trainer just been making her happy, only to beat her down with Pokemon? Bidoof growled. The trainer got on its knees, and laid the Pokeball on the ground.
Bidoof approached the Pokeball warily. After a few minutes, she nudged it, and began to shimmer. She knew what was happening. And she was overjoyed.
