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Sammy the Zangoose is only a fan character used for th purpose of this group.
When I was born, you could already tell that I was different from my family.
A color that every relative in my family was surprised to see when I was first introduced to them. They didn't like it at all...no...not one bit…
Especially my sister Hannah, who may have been the cause of my family shunning me. Always, she'd tell me how pathetic I was. How I wouldn't add up to anything in our family or how useless I was. One day, she even asked me the question: "How does it feel to be an abomination?"
Now, you're probably wondering: why exactly was everyone ranting about my color? To put it in simple words: our family and relatives were always boastful about the color red.
The color signified our pride and power and even the crest on our stomachs were different, forming the shape of an "M" as it worked its way to our chests.
When I came into the world, everyone was in complete and utter shock. I was the first blue Zangoose to be born into our family, after thousands of generations of nothing but red.
My parents tried to deal with it, but it didn't seem like they could handle the fact I was different just for that reason. I mean, it wasn't like I was different from anyone in general. I could do the same as everyone else. My mother even gave me a gold ring to try and wish me luck. At a young age, I was taught to hunt and many other things much like the other children. But, no matter how good I was, no one seemed impressed or even seemed to care at all.
Especially Hannah, who would always talk about my lack of skill. Her reasoning was that the blue coloring was a defect of some sort, and because of it, I couldn't perform like everyone else. She'd always rant about how weak I was and how I couldn't amount to any member of our family. “Weak and useless as a Bidoof,” she'd say.
Power was everything for us, and once everyone began believing Hannah, things turned to the worse for me.
Slowly, each and every one of my relatives…uncles, aunts, cousins...they began to turn their backs on me. The only real support I got from that time was my mother and father, who continued to push me to further my strength so I could become accepted by them.
I trained and worked as hard as I could, but no matter what boundary I got past, they only shook their heads at me and continued to tell me I was a failure.
One year after all of that...I gave up.
I gave up trying to get stronger.
I gave up trying to get accepted by everyone.
I even gave up trying to fit in.
No matter what I did, or how strong I had become, no one accepted me for who I was just because of one, simple color.
I was a mistake, a pathetic excuse of a Zangoose, because I broke a family tradition that had been ongoing since long ago.
I stopped everything in general, even interacting with my siblings and family. Oooh ho, ho, my parents didn't like that either, which sunk me further into the trouble that was to unfold.
We always took pride in ourselves. When I gave up, the only support I had in my life turned their backs to me as well.
In this little family...I was alone and made fun of...and I could never guess why. I could never see why, just because I was blue, I couldn't be a part of my kin. If I had come out red I guess this would have never come to be, but I guess Arceus hated me from the start.
Years went by as the shunning and complaining continued. As an adolescent, I changed from a sweet little girl to who I am today. From that point, I just decided they weren't worth my time anymore. So, one night, I packed some things and left.
I didn't cry, either... After what they put me through, I felt that they didn't deserve a single tear from me.
I fixed the problem. I was gone, and now everyone would be happy.
After three years of being on my own, there was something I'd always remember till this day.
It was when I was looking for food, I guess. I found a bush of some pretty plump berries, and as I approached my soon to be feast, I felt something.
I spun around, only to find that a blue monkey had attached himself to my tail...
You can now ask young Sammy (Or Samantha as she was called back then) questions on Tumblr!
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Aaaaand there we have it!
With some editing help from
Sammy's childhood story is now up!
;v; Hope you enjoy my horrible writing.