alicedodgson
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This is a thing I wrote a while ago about Looker from Pokemon.
I tried not to overdo his funny way of speaking(LOOKERSPEAK), but without it, it couldn't truly be him, could it?
This came out much more serious than I had planned.
Addle My Mind
Looker's P.O.V.
There were many days in which I could not feel. Many, indeed. There was something about that one day, though. That particular day, I felt. Felt. A good feeling, no. It was a feeling some recognize as anger. Terrible, it was, yes. That criminal's actions gave me something unknown to me. Emotion.
Foreign, at that time, feelings were to me. I had gone through life not caring. How, I had no idea. I am sure that was best. I hated that man. Hate him, I do, for giving me the knowledge of emotion. It made things worse. Made my job worse.
Simple, it was, until that day. That day I became emotionally aware of the pain crime causes. Harder, it was, to not go out and kill this man myself. To kill him would ease this awful feeling. Crazy, it was, to believe that others could care so much. To care was unknown to me.
In a way, though, I am grateful for that day. I could connect better with families. But that was just the minor part of my job. Confuse me, truly, it did. I had a harder time concentrating. Most of the time, I think it would have been best to have never felt at all. Less hard, it made things. Let me give you this advice, reader. There are only so many times your feelings can really help. Me, I have reached my limit.
-End-
I tried not to overdo his funny way of speaking(LOOKERSPEAK), but without it, it couldn't truly be him, could it?
This came out much more serious than I had planned.
Addle My Mind
Looker's P.O.V.
There were many days in which I could not feel. Many, indeed. There was something about that one day, though. That particular day, I felt. Felt. A good feeling, no. It was a feeling some recognize as anger. Terrible, it was, yes. That criminal's actions gave me something unknown to me. Emotion.
Foreign, at that time, feelings were to me. I had gone through life not caring. How, I had no idea. I am sure that was best. I hated that man. Hate him, I do, for giving me the knowledge of emotion. It made things worse. Made my job worse.
Simple, it was, until that day. That day I became emotionally aware of the pain crime causes. Harder, it was, to not go out and kill this man myself. To kill him would ease this awful feeling. Crazy, it was, to believe that others could care so much. To care was unknown to me.
In a way, though, I am grateful for that day. I could connect better with families. But that was just the minor part of my job. Confuse me, truly, it did. I had a harder time concentrating. Most of the time, I think it would have been best to have never felt at all. Less hard, it made things. Let me give you this advice, reader. There are only so many times your feelings can really help. Me, I have reached my limit.
-End-
