Literature
Master Ball
Humans will stop at nothing to get something that will give them more power. I, of all Pokemon, know this the best. I secluded myself in this cave, surrounded by strong Pokemon. Even if a trainer came in here, the Pokemon would surely stop them. Or so I had thought.
Here stood a lone trainer, a boy. His Pokemon, a simple Pikachu, sprang forward eagerly, but he gave it no commands. Instead, he produced a small, purple orb with pinkish-purple lumps on top. It appeared to be some sort of pokeball. There was an "M" on it. What it stood for, I did not know.
He threw the ball at me, and I was enveloped in its light. I felt a sharp pain in the bac