gottacatchemall:

I was always called an HM slave by master.  I didn’t quite get what that had meant, but I knew master loved me.  I always did my job of cutting, moving, and surfing for my master.

My master reached a new city and entered the gym that was located there.  The battle was fierce; I could see that master was having a hard time.  My master was just down to two pokemon: myself and his first pokemon Grotle.  I wanted to help him, I wanted him to send me out. 

He returned Grotle after taking a direct hit, and he sent me out.  It was my first battle and I wanted to impress my master.  I waited for his orders, but I didn’t hear anything.  I turned around and I saw him healing Grotle with a super potion.  He didn’t pay any attention to me and I didn’t notice the razor leaf heading straight for my face.

I blacked out.  I woke up to see that my master had won his badge.  He was praising his other pokemon for a job well done, except for me. 

It almost seemed like my job was just to take a hit.  But master wouldn’t be that cruel.

[Bidoof, Text]

Fun Fact! I was the one who originally posted this on 4chan!

I never knew it got this popular. Feels good.