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But is it Freedom?

by DefyTheLimes77

DefyTheLimes77 So I have decided to start a series based on a real-life event: Agent B, the Bidoof. I will admit to using him as a sacrifice in a Cagelocke I'm doing with a friend. I'm sorry, Agent B. Please accept this as a tribute to you. XD
For the longest time, all he had was darkness. Nothing more, nothing less, just darkness. It was confining, and yet, in the strangest way, almost comforting. Over the time he had been there, however long that time had been, he had become accustomed to it. Despite his desperate cries and howls when he had first awoken in that place, when the stage of acceptance came, it was grim, and it was quiet. After all, what was there to say, to do, to think? It would be better to just do nothing, rather than waste his energy trying in vain.
He didn't know how long he had been there. The minutes turned to hours, which turned to days, until time began to blend together and he didn't have the slightest clue how much time had truly passed. However, he knew one thing for sure: it felt like an eternity. In fact, he had been in that darkness for so long that he swore to himself that he had entirely forgotten what light was. He had nothing but his thoughts, dwelling in his own mind until it would eventually turn against him and break his remaining threads of sanity.

For the longest time, he never really contemplated escape or freedom. At first, maybe a little, but his spirit was quick to die. He was too weak, too small, too afraid to act. In a world composed of darkness, nothingness and the unknown, he was powerless.

Yet, the longest time, despite dragging on for what felt like forever, all ended in a heartbeat on one faithful day. And in a heartbeat, the darkness was replaced by light, until all he could see was light that blinded him from what was shortly coming.

He was confused, disoriented and felt like he would topple over at the slightest wind that hit him, but he took a deep breath to clear his mind. The light faded out replaced by colours, glorious colours, and his black-and-white world was filled with life. He gave himself a moment to recover, gently lifting his paw to pat at the ground beneath him. Sharp, black eyes of obsidian widened to take in his surroundings. Trees, grass, dirt, rocks. He was out in the wild again. In that instant he found his mind flooded with memories from before the darkness had ever fallen, remembering his past.

“Agent B!”

A shrill voice, from somewhere behind him. He nearly jumped in surprise, shaken from his thoughts. Small ears flattening slightly against his head, he decided to turn around, not too fast, not too slow. What was that? In front of him now stood a tall figure. He blinked, a realization forming that it was none other than his trainer. He was embarrassed to admit that it took him a moment to remember that, but as soon as he did, there was no denying it. His eyes narrowed.

“Agent B, I… I’m so sorry to say it, but I’m releasing you. It’s just the rules, after all,” she bore a sad expression, although behind that sadness was a twisted humour. She thought this was funny. “You will be missed, Agent B. Farewell.”

There was no hesitance in his next action. He ran like the wind, heart pounding as he raced through the grass. He couldn’t shake the irrational fear that if he didn’t run fast enough, he would be caught and trapped again. Of course, that would never happen, but he didn’t care. He was free. He could go back to his home, out in the wilderness.

...And yet, as he came to a stop, flopping onto the cool grass and panting to catch his breath, he simply didn’t feel the same as he did so long ago. He recalled playing with his siblings, running about without a care in the world, breeze tugging at his chestnut fur and feeling nothing but pure joy. It wasn’t the same anymore. He had come to realize his place in the world, and how little anyone really cared for someone such as him. At one point as a kit, he remembered wondering what it would be like to fight by a trainer’s side. It was a wonder that gradually turned to a longing, and now, he had gotten his wish, just not in the way he had expected it to be. He was just a sacrifice to that trainer and nothing more. She knew he wasn’t ready to fight such an opponent and yet she had sent him out anyway, just for him to be knocked out. Now? Now, he was right back where he started, except that now, he had to live with the guilt of failing, the pain of knowing he was just a useless little sacrifice. And for what? He had accomplished nothing.

Sure, it was nice to taste the sweet air of freedom after being imprisoned for so many days, but now he began to doubt he even deserved it. No, he didn’t deserve it in the slightest. He had one chance to rise to victory, to take the world by surprise, to impress both trainers and Pokemon alike... and he had failed, failed more miserably than he could have imagined.

Well, he was just a Bidoof, after all. He should have listened, shouldn't have ever dared to dream.

It would never be the same anymore.
  1. MasterOfPowers
    MasterOfPowers
    *cries* so beautiful!!! Bravo!
    Jul 11, 2019
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  2. RapidRiver97
    RapidRiver97
    It's beautiful.
    Oct 8, 2017
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