Do I even need to write that I don't own pokemon? I've seen fanfics with no disclaimer before.

I got this thinking about how pokemon fight so hard not to be captured, then obey their trainer right after being sent out.

What is it?

What is it that makes us their willing servants?

Is it something in the red and white balls?

Some irreversible side effect of becoming red energy?

Maybe a spirit hiding in the balls, waiting for us as defenseless light?

Or perhaps generations of conditioning

Willing obedience

Could that be it?

Maybe something in them?

Some trait that convinces us to be their slaves?

A glimmer of power unbeatable

That lies deep within their eyes?

Could it be hidden in their voice?

Some subconscious tone that tells us to follow them anywhere?

Worse, what if they just killed off those who disobeyed

So long ago that no one remembers

And all that were left where those obedient?

I don't know what it is

But I fear it

I will stay away from trainers and their pokeballs

I will not fight for them.

This story could be explaining why no one can find a mew, but I just wrote it as an anonymous pokemon's thoughts on the subject.