It's dark and cold out here.... Where's my trainer?? He said he'd come back to get me... But he hasn't. I've been sitting on this rock since the daytime. I really miss him. I guess I'll go look for him.

I jumped off the rock, and walked into the cold night. My Pikachu cloth dragging along the grass. I loved it with all of my being. My Pikachu head was a little loose from the battle I had lost earlier. I haven't had time to mend it, because I've been waiting for my trainer to come back. Where could he be?

I kept walking. I heard Pokemon of all types. Some sounded really scary. Where was my trainer?

I hear laughter nearby. It sounds like him!! Yes! I'm coming! I ran as quickly as I could, my rag dragging in the grass. My head was now busted, but I didn't care. I just wanted to see him again. I missed him.

I found him. But... He was hugging something. Another Pokemon. A Pikachu.

"Haha! You're so much better and cuter than that stupid wannabe!" He exclaimed, as he hugged the Pikachu tight to his chest, like he once did me. The betrayal in my little heart broke me even more.

Tears welled in my little eyes, and fell onto my rag making it wet. My little heart was broken. What did that Pikachu have that I didn't? I never understood it... Why is that Pokemon so loved, and I'm not?

I just want to be loved...