Life of a Magikarp
I slowly woke up to a feint ray of light blinding my retina, through a crack in the cave wall. After completely my stretches of my mouth muscles, I slowly waddled out of the cave and into the great mysterious lake. I glided through the water, greeting every other Pokemon when I passed by.
“Good morning sexy Stunfisk,” I said to the community’s Stunfisk, who elegantly sat at the bottom of the lake bed. He was the community’s law enforcer, if something went wrong, Stunfisk would sort it out.
I continued to swim towards my destination, the feeding plaza. The feeding plaza was a huge vegetated area, where many inhabitants of the lake would come and eat. It was always best to head down early before the larger Pokemon come, or it would be hard to find a space to eat. When I reached the feeding plaza, I swam towards another group of Magikarp, who had the same approach to me; get down early, more food.
“Alright bros, any gossip you’ve got to share?” I said as I munched down on some sweet tasty pondweed. One of the Magikarps turned around and replied with a bunch of pondweed in his mouth, “Yeah, I heard Bobby got captured by one of the Big Foots.” I looked surprised, Bobby was the hardest Magikarp in the lake, rumour had it that he fended off against 10 Basculin, all at once.
After I spent ten solid minuets munching on some pondweed, I said goodbye to the mates and headed back towards the comforts of the cave. Along my travels, I bumped into more Pokemon, heading off towards the Feeding Plaza. It was a group of Tympole. The relationship between Tympole and Magikarp isn’t very good. Over the years, there have been wars over certain parts of the lake. My great-grandfather died in one of those wars, taking a ball of mud to the eye. I carefully avoided them and carried on my dull adventure to the cave.
I swam up a small path, leading to my cave, when suddenly I noticed a piece of meat dangling from nowhere. I glanced around and suddenly I threw myself towards the meat. It was a natural instinct. In order for a Magikarp to evolve into a mighty Gyarados, one must eat a sufficient amount of meat, and not rely on a diet of vegetables. As I sunk my small blunt fangs into the meat, I was suddenly catapulted out of the water. I gasped for water as I was thrown through the cool gentle breeze. Within seconds of leaving the water, I was face-first in a pile of mud. I bounced up and down, trying to flee to the comfort of the water. However in the corner of my eye, I noticed a small boy pointing his crooked finger towards my direction. I couldn’t understand what a word he was saying, however I knew that this wasn’t going to end well for me.
The boy lifted up the fishing rod, which I was still attached to, and reeled my closer to his clumsy touch. The boy laid his hands on me and lifted me into the air. The sunlight bounced of my scales and reflected like a disco ball. This was my last chance. I started to shake in his hands, causing him to drop me on the floor. With ever muscle in my body, I headed back to the waters edge. I said to myself, “Common you can do it, you don’t want to end up as food for some Asian Family,”
However it was all over. The boy reeled in the line and threw me in some sort of box filled with ice. He shut the lid and the light slowly disappeared. I closed my eyes hoping it was all a dream.