I’ve never really written in this sort of style/with this sort of narrator before, so this was sort of an experiment. The story took on a mind of its own to an extent, but it still flowed out pretty decently, and though it’s not one of my best stories, I’m satisfied.
An even bigger shout-out than usual goes out to my great beta, purple_drake. I didn’t even finish that thing she wanted help with, and here she is being awesome for me. Biggest thanks to a great friend.
As always, all opinions/criticism is welcome and appreciated.
I am Master’s favourite.
I am proud to be his favourite.
He gives me the most food. He lets me out the most. He spends the most time with me. He gets me massages and nice baths. He uses me in the most battles.
It is good to be the favourite.
The other Pokémon are not Master’s favourites. It’s sort of funny; I’m not totally sure why I’m the favourite anyway. It’s not that hard. But they’re just not.
I am happy about that. That means that I am the favourite. I get to be the favourite. They’re just missing out on being the favourite. It makes me giggle sometimes.
Openpetals confuses me the most, though. He was Master’s first Pokémon. I thought the first was always the favourite. I wasn’t Master’s first.
I look at Openpetals, and I don’t understand. I don’t understand what I see in his eyes when he looks at Master. I don’t understand why he looks away from Master. I don’t understand why he ignores Master during a battle, why he doesn’t do exactly what Master commands.
Master says that when he wins those battles, it’s just dumb luck. Master says he should have used me instead. Me, the favourite.
I love being the favourite. I know I belong to the team. I am the most valuable to my Master. He says I am strong, very strong.
So the other Pokémon are not the favourite, because they are weak. They are not me.
He caught me from many, after all. There were lots of us grazing. He battled me. He knew what I could do. He chose me, and now I have changed. I am older and stronger, and I am the favourite.
I see the way the other Pokémon look at me. They stare at me all the time. Sometimes they seem angry. They are jealous that I am the favourite. They are frustrated, because they want to be the favourite, too. But only one Pokémon can be the favourite.
They don’t really talk to me. They seem distant. I try to be friendly and talk about Master with them, but they don’t like that the favourite is talking to them. The other Pokémon ignore me or walk away, then talk by themselves.
Openpetals once said he didn’t like being called “Meganium.” I remember seeing the sun reflecting in her crystal eyes as Crystanellia nodded her head. But that seems silly. When Master didn’t call me by my herd name I didn’t mind. There’s nothing wrong with being called “Meganium” or “Sableye” or “Girafarig.” That’s what we are, so that’s what Master calls us.
Master says I am very good at battling. He says the other Pokémon are not. I am always very proud of this, because I bring Master pride. I always listen closely to what he says, because Master knows best. We don’t always win, but Master still says I did a good job and he is happy.
Sometimes he is happier when I lose than when the other Pokémon win. He would pat me when I do well, and the orbs on my head and tail would glow with pride. He is proud of me no matter how I do, because I am the favourite. I love and respect him, and I will do anything for him. I will always do what he wants. I am the favourite.
After one time Digger won a battle through luck, Master had had enough. Digger wasn’t the favourite. Master held up her Pokéball in the middle of a busy human place shouting “Parasect up for trade!” Someone gave him Growlithe. Growlithe is young and not very good at battling, but she listens to Master, and he loves her very much.
Sometimes I think Growlithe might be the favourite.
Well, not now. Now I am the favourite. But Growlithe is much like me. Master uses her a lot, too, even though she is not very strong.
The other Pokémon seem worried. They fear that Growlithe will take my place. They are used to me being the favourite. They are uneasy about this change. Or they wish they were Growlithe.
I don’t need to be worried, though. Master loves me very much, no matter what. Maybe there will be two favourites. But there won’t be more than two, because the other Pokémon cannot be favourites.
This means Master can replace them like he replaced Digger. It will make him happier. I want Master to be happy. The happier he is, the better he is to me. I want to make Master happy. I want Master to be happy.
And if it makes Master happy to change his Pokémon for more favourites, I will be happy, too.