ZAYDEN
- Name: Zayden
Gender: Male
Theme Song: "Tragedy" by Fight Or Flight
Story or Comic: Dedication. Loyalty. Some follow these rules. Others don't. And when others don't, those who did are cheated. They feel left out. And then they go from being obedient and trusting to completely wild. I suppose I shouldn't be too upset about being one of those who was cheated. I was, after all, quick to trust someone. Yet I was shy too. It was a strange combination. But that combination gave me a few "best" friends. Two of them. They looked similar to me - the same figure, the same colors... I mean, they seemed to be normal deinos. Faces a bit strange but I had freckles, so I didn't think much of it. We grew closer and closer over the course of a year. Every day was a similar routine.
"Zayden! Zayden!" My friends, brothers, would run up the path to the little cave in which I found refuge. I would bounce out and greet them with a grin. I changed what I said everyday, despite how they liked to say the same things over and over. They would repeat what I said and ask how I was doing. One day, things changed. They didn't even arrive one day, strange because they loved waking me up. I was just in my cave, not doing anything in particular, when I heard wings fluttering. A plump but otherwise small pidgey had come to a halt beside me and was jumping up and down. "Lost your mom! Ran from dad!" it antagonized me. I didn't bother to see who it was. It flew off after delivering this message. I was confused. I'd told only two others about my past, my best friends. Surely they wouldn't betray me. When I saw them the next day, I decided I would complain.
They didn't come the next day. Or the one after that. Nine days after the incident with the pidgey, they finally arrived. But they didn't greet me as usual. "Hello." they said simply. I had been sitting outside waiting, as I had been the past week and two days. "Where've you guys been?" I asked curiously. "Playing in the fields with the pidgeys." they explained with a grin. I stared at them for a second. Sure, they'd told me things about their other friends, but they wouldn't do that to me. I was their best friend. And besides, we were one in the same. We were deinos. Or... maybe not. "Speaking of pidgeys - a fat little one came by the first day you didn't come. Talked about my past. My mom and dad." I explained. More of a statement than a complaint, but I received a response for it. "Ah. Our apologies... if we let things slip."
"How could... why would you tell them? I told you not to... we're best friends!"
But oh how they deceived me. They put up a front. They lied about who they were. They lied about everything. It was then that they looked at each other and smiled again. "You're not our best friend. We're our best friends. There's no room for a third... so sorry to break it to you. You're just not like us." they looked back at me. I was confused and they read that on my face. Apparently, they decided they had to explain, so they changed. Their bodies began shifting. They were getting smaller and turning purple. I understood what was happening after just a moment. They were dittos. "Why didn't you tell me?!" I cried again, desperate for answers as to how I thought I had become good friends with such mean pokemon. They didn't say anything. As I moved forward, they turned to pidgeys and flew off, presumably to go be with their friends in the trees. Their next victims? Perhaps, but I didn't care. They had betrayed me and now I was left to deal with this loneliness myself. They were my only friends. I was all alone. Maybe I had been the entire time...
But now I was sad and mad. I couldn't ever convince myself to trust another. Visitors to my cave were quickly turned away, for I feared what they may do to me. I let myself see no color. I would see only black and other dark things. At some point, my world turned to a sad and quiet world. I felt like the way I looked then - the way I kept my hair spiked up in the front to let my eyes be seen, how I proudly displayed everything about me - left me vulnerable. Maybe I would be teased for my freckles. I was also self-conscious, worried about what people would think if they saw the real me. I found a chain one day. It was long and shiny, and most importantly, it looked dark. I drug it back to my home where I split it and tied it into a necklace. It took awhile but I fit it over my head and managed to get it fit around my neck. Just days later, I found some bracelets a trainer had lost. My luck - they fit. I slid them on each on my front feet. With these accessories, I felt my change was almost done. I just needed one more thing... I went to the river and dunked my head in, letting my fur get sopping wet. My bangs fell before my eyes. It helped me in that journey to see only darkness. They also helped keep my eyes hidden, to help keep me hidden.
I guess a shy pokemon can be broke rather easily... at least, I was.