Stockholm Syndrome (Pokemon FanFiction)

For the anime/manga competition.
(Legal stuff - all characters and plot etc. belong to nintendo or whoever owns Pokemon idk)


2. Chapter 2

When I woke up, the poke ball seemed a lot smaller. Before, there was space for me to fit a hundred times over, but now the sphere seemed to have shrunk down to its actual size. A Weedle couldn't even fit comfortably in here, I thought to myself. Maybe that's how they kill you, maybe they keep shrinking until they crush your bones and internal organs.

I tried to escape again, but to no avail. I managed to get my tail through a crack in the wall at one point, but it was no use. After a few more failed attempts, I decided it would be best to just come to terms with my fate.

I made myself as comfortable as I could and closed my eyes. If I can fall asleep, I won't feel the pain of my body imploding. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't fall asleep because I suddenly felt my poke ball moving upwards, and then it opened.

The daylight blinded me as I had become accustomed to being in total darkness. Before I had even realised that this was my chance to escape, I was ejected from the poke ball and back into civilisation. I was free!

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